Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).

Warning for explicit sexual content and bad language.

Dear Diary

Another night, another dream about Damon. This time we were in a situation for real at the boarding house where something could have happened between us, and nearly did, I almost initiated it, but we were interrupted. In my dream the interruption didn't stop us from taking it further. In real life, I don't have the confidence to do what I do in my dreams with Damon. But I'll get onto that part later.

After Damon and Stefan ran into Mikael, we decided to get rid of Klaus at the Homecoming dance. Stefan agreed to help us so that he could gain his freedom back. I also managed to convince Rebekah to help us.

Mikael was supposed to taunt Klaus with me, or Katherine pretending to be me. We daggered Rebekah to keep her from betraying us. Stefan was to be kept out of it so that Klaus couldn't get the truth from him using compulsion.

Everything was going fine until for some reason Stefan managed to escape and betrayed us by saving Klaus from being staked by Damon. Klaus killed Mikael with the white oak stake and our only chance of killing Klaus disappeared. Klaus apparently released Stefan from his obligation to be his servant and Stefan disappeared along with Katherine.

When Damon got back he was really pissed off. I've never seen him so angry. Yet this time he didn't scare me, because I knew he'd never hurt me and he just needed someone to help calm him down. Someone who knew him and who understood what he was going through.

I took hold of him and managed to calm him down really quickly. He went from angry to sad in the blink of an eye. I think he was more sad for me than himself. He'd wanted to get Stefan back, but he has all eternity for that, I'm not a vampire so I don't have that luxury. He was doing it to make me happy even though he was breaking his own heart along the way.

When it comes to me, Damon is selfless. He is only interested in my happiness, even if it means me being with someone else. His selflessness when it comes to me, stuns me at times. And as much as I deny it, that side of Damon is one that I love, even if it is a little selfish of me. Nobody else loves me in the same way he does. It's very passionate, almost consuming, and I think it's beginning to rub off on me. I just can't shake the feeling that being around Damon always feels right. And when he's not there, I feel alone.

How time changes things. A year ago I was terrified of being around Damon, now I'm terrified of not being around him. He makes me feel strong and independent, like I can fight back. Yes he still is constantly making sure I am safe, but he knows I am able to take care of myself, at least around some humans, and maybe even being able to surprise a vampire or two. He gives me a sense of empowerment. That he actively encourages it is another thing I love about him.

Anyway, on to my dream. It was after the Homecoming dance which didn't quite happen. Damon got back after Stefan betrayed us and Damon was in a rage. I calmed him down. But instead of us parting ways after we were interrupted, my Damon sexual fantasy mind took over.

This is my fifth dream about Damon in less than 2 weeks. Yes okay 2 dreams were in one night, but it's becoming a more regular thing. Admittedly things have been a little intense lately, but I've never had this many in such a short space of time. I keep saying I'm not in love with him, then sometimes I think I might be falling for him. I know it has been the thought of Stefan which has held me back, but after what happened last night, it's no longer an issue. I'll leave it for the time being, see if anything happens between us. If Damon tries to kiss me, I won't stop him. Maybe that would stop the dreams. Although, part of me enjoys the dreams, especially at a time when I'm not in a sexual relationship with anyone. So I don't know if I want them to stop. I guess you could say I'm being selfish and getting the best of both worlds. Being with someone who I could have but I guess I'm too afraid to admit to wanting him to him and my friends, because I know they wouldn't approve. These are major complications. On the other hand, because they are dreams, I don't have any of the said complications. I also get to have this amazing fantasy sex life with Damon.

What more could I want? Well, other than to find out if my dreams are even slightly close to reality. I doubt that is possible. No man is that good.

E

...the previous night's dream.

Elena was stood in the Salvatore Boarding house parlor next to the fire while Damon was pouring himself a glass of whiskey at the wet bar. Damon had just broken the news to her about how the plan to kill Klaus using Mikael and the white oak stake had backfired as Stefan had betrayed them to get his freedom from Klaus.

"How did this happen?" Elena asked with an angry confusion as she began to pace about slightly before folding her arms.. She couldn't understand why Stefan would do such a thing, although admittedly without his humanity he'd been the unpredictable one. Yet neither of them expected him to outright betray them.

"We thought of everything, Elena!" Damon shouted, whiskey glass in hand, his voice raised in an anger Elena had rarely seen in him. "Klaus having hybrids. Mikael turning on us. We brought in Katherine so you weren't in danger. Anything that could have gone wrong we were prepared!" he spat, listing everything they'd done to ensure the plan would work before downing the remains of the whiskey from his glass to try to calm himself down.

"I don't understand. Stefan wanted Klaus dead. More than anything. That's what we were counting on." Elena tried holding back the tears of frustration as Damon poured himself another glass of whiskey.

"We blew it." Damon said sadly.

"Where's Katherine?" Elena asked, wondering if her doppelganger had anything to do with Stefan's betrayal.

"She ran for the hills like usual, the minute things got bad! And who blames her?! Klaus would've crushed her." Damon walked towards her, glass in one hand, bottle of whiskey in the other. "I had him, Elena. I had Klaus! This could have all been over!" he shouted as he turned and threw the bottle of whiskey into the fire which blew up in the fireplace.

"Hey. Damon...Hey!" Elena walked over to Damon and touched him on the shoulder, however he shrugged her off in warning, which Elena ignored. No matter how angry Damon was, Elena trusted him not to hurt her. "Hey, listen to me!" she said forcibly turning him around by the shoulder and cupping Damon's face to calm him down. "We'll survive this. We always survive." she said softly, seeing him visibly calm down, yet the look of sadness stayed. "Trust me." Elena insisted as Damon frowned at her words.

"We're never getting Stefan back. You know that, don't you?" Damon said sadly.

Elena thought for a moment. She'd lost Stefan the day he left with Klaus. Although she hadn't been prepared to admit it to herself before, she knew now was the time to acknowledge she'd let Stefan go a long time ago. Another had inadvertently taken his place and touched her heart in ways nobody ever had before. Now that man needed the comfort he was trying to offer her. Knowing this was the first step in letting Damon know how she felt for him, she needed to make him see she'd relinquished Stefan for good and was no longer interested in getting him back unless he wanted to return or for Damon's sake. A mixture of anger and sadness washed over her before she uttered her next words. "Then we'll let him go. Okay?" she swallowed hard. "We'll have to let him go." Elena told Damon who simply nodded sadly.

Elena took in the the way they were stood, it was quiet and intimate, and right then she really wanted to kiss Damon to make him feel better. To prove to him how much she cared, however Damon's phone rang, breaking the moment. Elena quickly removed her hands from Damon's face as if she were a child getting caught with her hands in the cookie jar. She nervously tucked her hair behind her ear and folded her arms defensively as Damon looked at the caller ID before answering it.

"Not interested in the play-by-play of our failure right now, Katherine." Damon snapped.

Elena looked away from Damon as he spoke to Katherine. She just hoped Damon was right and her doppelganger was indeed running for the hills instead of planning on coming back to Mystic Falls to try and get back into Damon's good graces and especially not in his bed. In fact the idea of any other woman being in bed with Damon had recently begun to worry Elena.

"That's not very comforting at the moment. You're going back into hiding?" Damon asked her doppelganger who must have answered with a yes considering Damon's next words. "Take care of yourself, Katherine." he said, hanging up as Elena turned back to face him, noting the solemn expression on his face.

In part Elena wanted to breathe a deep sigh of relief when she heard his response, but she knew now was not the time. Katherine was clearly far away already and no threat to her or Damon. However jealousy still flared up in Elena once again at Damon's tender words towards the woman who turned him and had once broken his heart, even if he didn't feel that way anymore. Elena was brought back to earth by the mixture of anger and sadness on Damon's face, before he turned around and walked away from her and over to the window and looked out into the darkness which engulfed the garden of the Salvatore house.

"I'm sorry Elena, I tried so hard to get him back for you." Damon said, his back turned to her, his voice sounding defeated.

"Hush." Elena whispered as she walked over to Damon. "It doesn't matter, I said we'll have to let him go." she told him firmly.

"He left you because of me." Damon said angrily, turning his face towards hers. "Stefan broke your heart because of me."

Elena smiled. "My heart isn't broken." she told him. "I'm glad he saved you."

"I'm not worth saving." Damon sighed and shook his head.

Elena placed her finger on Damon's lip to stop him from talking. "You are to me." she said softly.

Elena's gaze dropped to where her finger was. Damon's lips were soft and warm against her skin. She hitched her breath, unable to take her eyes away from his mouth, she desperately wanted to replace her finger with her lips and kiss him. Elena wondered what Damon's reaction would be if she did. Her heart pounding, Elena lifted her eyes to look up at Damon in the hope he'd know what she was thinking and make the first move. Unfortunately for Elena, Damon's face was oddly unreadable and his stance was statuesque. Elena glanced down at his lips once more, her finger still in place. She knew this was a perfect opportunity to make the first move. Yet for some reason she felt nervous which was out of character for her. Elena had never felt nervous about making the first move before. She'd done it with both Matt and Stefan. But for some reason, with Damon it was different and wasn't sure why. Her only logical explanation was this time the significance of kissing him, and being with him in ways more than friendship, would be greater than with either or the previous two men in her life.

For a while, Elena had had a strange feeling Damon would be the last man she would ever love. She suspected, once she'd given in, and she knew she would eventually, there would never be another man for her. Elena wasn't sure where this notion had come from. She remembered her eighteenth birthday and how she felt when he gave her the necklace as her gift. That was the first time she could imagine marrying him and spending the rest of her life with him. The thought had haunted her frequently ever since, which was strange as Elena wasn't even certain of her feelings for Damon. She knew she cared for him and Damon had told her he loved her when he was on his deathbed. But she wasn't sure whether she loved him or not. Elena also was fully aware of the sexual attraction between them. Sometimes it was so potent, the air could be cut by a knife. No matter what either of them did to try and distance themselves from each other, the sexual chemistry just kept getting stronger every day they spent together. At some point they would have to give into it. Elena figured this was as good a time as any, to her the moment felt right, she just hoped Damon felt the same way.

Elena lifted her eyes to Damon's, however she noticed this time he was staring at her mouth. She knew enough about body language to work out his thoughts were heading in the same direction as hers, causing her to raise a shy smile. Damon's eyes locked on hers as Elena sensually slid her finger down Damon's lips, pulling on the bottom lip, which only seemed to make him look even sexier. Elena noticed Damon's eyes grow dark and his breathing become shallow, telling her he was on the same page as her.

Relieved she wasn't alone in wanting more, Elena moved towards Damon to kiss him. Simultaneously, Damon did the same. Cupping Damon's face, Elena tilted her head to kiss him. He moved with her, however he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Elena in tight to him. As soon as their lips met, Elena knew her feelings regarding Damon being the last man to kiss her were likely to become reality, because suddenly she felt whole again. This was the first time since her parents had died, she'd felt this way. Damon's arms, lips and scent engulfed Elena and gave her a sense of finally coming home, and the satisfaction this gave her ensured she wanted to stay there forever and never leave their hold again. This was the moment Elena finally understood her feelings for Damon. She was indeed in love with him.

Initially their lips locked together with a gentleness Elena didn't expect from Damon, however soon his blunt teeth tugged on Elena's bottom lip, as if knocking on the door for her to allow him entry, to which she did. As soon as their tongues met, Elena knew for certain there was no going back. She'd never been kissed with such fire and passion in her entire life. Matt had been all fumbles, Stefan treat her like she was going to break. Damon didn't only trust her not to break, he took them one step further and set her on fire, which was burning especially hot in the pit of her stomach and threatening to engulf the parts between her thighs.

Their tongues twisted and danced as they hungrily became desperate to know one another. Nothing was tentative about Damon. He was a master with his mouth, and in those moments, he shredded the last vestiges of her innocence. He also tasted delicious, a highly addictive combination of mint, bourbon and his own unique taste, of which Elena couldn't get enough. Damon was turning her into a woman with a woman's needs. Without thought, Elena ran an exploratory hand under Damon's top to touch his chest, taking in the hard definition of his muscles in contrast to the softness of his skin. She committed to memory the unseen hairs around his nipples and the ones she'd once upon a time seen before and knew they were dark, leading to his treasure trail. Damon had the physique of a man, not a teenager, that much was evident. Elena traced her finger along the curvature of Damon's hips, prompting him to elicit is growl.

Damon pulled their hips closer together, an erection bulging out from his jeans a way of telling her what she was doing to him and how much he wanted her. He turned her around and walked her backwards, pressing her up against the wall next to the window allowing Elena's hips to move in unison with his. The friction of their movements sending heat between Elena's thighs. However not everything she was feeling was physical.

Since the night her parents died, Elena had felt a loss of something. A piece of the jigsaw which made Elena Gilbert whole was missing. She'd always assumed it was the death of her parents which had created that hole in her heart. Yet for some reason, being with Damon was making her feel complete again. It was odd considering she hadn't met Damon until the September after her parents died. Elena's only reasoning for the feeling was it needed someone extra special to fill the missing piece of her heart. Now she'd let go of Stefan and allowed Damon in, she wanted all of him, in every way possible. She wanted to become one with him, to feel whole again. Elena suspected there might be a possibility Damon was her soulmate, if such a thing was real. If this was the case, then it explained how she felt in his arms. Elena realized she needed Damon like she needed air, she needed to become one with him. Not only for the pleasure, which she was already completely assured he was going to give her, but for her emotional well being. And Elena needed him now.

"I want you." Elena mumbled between kisses. "Now!" she insisted, tugging the loops around the belt of his jeans as Damon pulled back to look at her.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I need you." she whispered.

"This has nothing to do with Stefan?" Damon asked, which Elena had to admit to herself was a legitimate question.

"I've wanted you for a long time." Elena admitted. "The only thing holding me back was not wanting to hurt Stefan's feelings. He's gone and so are his feelings. That means I'm now free to choose without feeling guilty."

"How long?" Damon asked, a small smile appeared on his lips.

"Longer than I dare admit to myself, let alone tell you." Elena blushed. "Now please tell me you're not going to keep me waiting any longer."

Damon sighed. "Well... let's see. I dunno if I'm in the mood." he shrugged, although there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Well fine, I'll go home then." Elena jokingly threatened.

"Uh uh." Damon picked Elena up and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Close your eyes." he instructed as Elena did as she was told. Wind blew through Elena's hair and she knew Damon was taking her somewhere at vamp-speed. As quickly as it started, Elena was sat down on something hard. She opened her eyes and saw she was sat on the dining room table while Damon was stood with her legs still locked around his waist. "I could have been more romantic and taken you to bed, but you were getting a little impatient, so I improvised." he smirked.

"This will do fine." Elena smiled as she lowered her legs down to Damon's hips and pulled him in to kiss her.

Elena's hands once again roamed down Damon's top until she found the hem and lifted it up. They pulled away from the kiss and Damon lifted it over his head, revealing his pale naked torso. Elena's breath hitched, Damon was probably the only man in the world who could get away with his body being pale, yet pull it off to look super-sexy at the same time. Elena reached out to explore his chest once more. This time she was able to see what she'd only been able to feel, however Damon interrupted her voyage of discovery by pulling up her own top. She lifted her arms as Damon pulled it over her head, revealing her pink lace bra and messing her hair up, before she quickly resumed her tour of Damon's chest. Elena lowered her head and began to kiss along his collarbone. All the while Damon tucked Elena's hair over her shoulder and moved his lips to her neck.

Trusting a vampire who's diet consists of human blood would normally be a very foolish thing to do, yet Elena felt completely safe with Damon. He was the master of self-control when he wanted to be, and Elena knew he'd never hurt her that way. To confirm Elena's very beliefs, Damon's mouth and tongue began to dance over her skin, seemingly knowing each exact point which would be most effective in turning her on. He sucked on her earlobe, and just underneath, sending heat flooding to the pit of her stomach. All the while his hands ghosted down her back, sending shivers down Elena's spine.

Elena however was more than occupied with her own hands and mouth. Damon's skin tasted as good as it smelled. She wanted to lick and kiss every piece of skin she could. Elena felt free to roam his body without any complaint from him. To test her theory she licked and sucked on one of his nipples before gently biting it in a teasing manner. This caused Damon to hiss, but for some reason Elena knew it wasn't from pain, but because he liked it. Her hands began to roam further south, stroking the bulge of his jeans. Elena's mouth wanted to join them but from the position she was in this was impossible. Instead she tugged on his belt and managed to undo it, before starting on the button and then the zipper of his jeans. Once undone, Elena pushed them off his hips, revealing black boxer briefs. Damon wiggled his hips and kicked away the boots from his feet, his jeans following until he was stood in just his underwear.

Damon stopped kissing Elena's shoulder as she removed his length from his boxer briefs. It wasn't the first time she'd seen it, he'd given her a birthday gift she'd had etched in her minds eye ever since he'd greeted her that morning stark naked. However he'd not been in his fully erect glory, therefore she wasn't completely prepared for his size, which turned out to be a lot bigger than she expected. When she took him in her hand, she was stunned by not only the length, but by the girth. Elena wondered how the hell he was going to fit inside her without hurting her. Putting that thought to one side, she began to stroke him. She noticed the pre-cum seeping from the tip, sending heat between her thighs as the reality of what they were doing sunk in.

Elena wiped the the fluid from the tip along the end of his shaft, taking in the silky soft skin along the way. She firmed up her grip as she began to stroke him, slowly at first, but increasing the pace as she carried on. Moans emitted from Damon's lips, turning Elena on even further. But for her it wasn't enough, she wanted to feel him shudder with pleasure. She sat up and jumped off the table before getting on her knees and looking up at him. Damon's face was full of surprise, clearly not expecting Elena to be so bold. In fact, her actions surprised even herself. Elena had never before used her mouth on a man's member before. Luckily for Elena, Caroline had given fairly graphic descriptions on how to perform the act, so it wasn't too daunting. It was just that the notion of giving a man oral sex had previously grossed Elena out. She couldn't see how it could be remotely pleasurable. Now, on her knees in front of Damon, she finally understood what could be enjoyable about it. Giving Damon pleasure was as good as receiving it herself. She wanted to taste him, hear him, see his face and feel him come undone just by this simple act.

Elena removed Damon's boxer briefs and placed his member in her mouth, Elena wrapped her hand around the base. As she began to take him in her mouth as far as she could by relaxing her gag reflex, her hand pumped up and down with firm strokes. She managed to get herself into a rhythm, occasionally using her tongue to lick up his shaft and around the tip, before taking him inside her mouth once more.

Damon's hands gently stroked Elena's hair, encouraging her in her actions. His moans of pleasure heating Elena's core as she increased the pace so she could hear more. Elena raised her eyes to look at his, which were now dark with lust, but she could still see the beautiful blue color surrounding his dilated pupils which she found almost irresistible. As she increased the pace of her sucking and pumping, she felt a change in his member, getting ever harder. His moans became louder, telling her he was close to his release.

"Fuck Elena..." he panted as she took hold of his balls in her other hand and began to massage them. Suddenly his grip on her hair tightened, although it was still gentle. "Oh yes...Elena...aargh..." he cried as his body went rigid and his face contorted into an expression of bliss as she felt his seed spill down her throat. Elena swallowed his fluids, barely tasting them, although she noted it could only be described as a clean taste, but she hardly noticed. Watching him feeling him and hearing him come undone, at her hands had been a huge turn on for her and she was feeling quite pleased with herself.

Damon steadied himself with one hand on the dining table as Elena got up. Stefan's recovery time had been quicker than Matt's due to his vampire nature, however as Damon drank human blood, she suspected he would be even quicker, meaning a few minutes kissing and he'd be ready to make love to her. However it soon became apparent that Damon had a little more in mind than kissing. He picked her up and placed her back on the dining table and kissed her on the lips. His fingers moved behind her back and opened the clasp of her bra, before his hands made their way round to her chest to cup her breasts.

"Beautiful." he breathed seductively.

Kissing Elena on the lips once more, he lay her down on the dining table, her legs dangling off the edge. It was Damon's turn to get to know her body. He wrapped Elena's legs around his hips so that her behind was only just on the table and pushed Elena's arms above her head, stretching her body out. He leaned over her, his arms either side of her head, caging her in. Elena's heart began to race with anticipation. Damon kissed her chastely on the lips once more before tilting her chin and kissing her throat.

Damon's mouth made it's way down to her collarbone, sucking, licking and gently nipping with his blunt teeth, along the way. He'd taken one of his hands off the table to massage Elena's breast until his mouth reach its target. He swapped hands to give attention to one breast with his fingers and the other with his mouth. His tongue circled her areola before his mouth sucked on her breast, licking her nipple before gently tugging at it. At first he used his lips, then he used his blunt teeth, causing Elena to hitch her breath and moan with pleasure. She'd never known her breasts be so sensitive before. Heat was pooling between her thighs and she knew her panties were getting damper by the minute. To make matters worse, Damon then switched breasts, his hand paying attention to the one he'd just used his mouth on, while his lips and tongue lavished their attention on the other. Soon Elena wasn't sure whether she was close to climaxing. Damon's mouth and hands was so talented she could barely breathe. However as soon as the thought entered her head, much to Elena's disappointment, he stopped, prompting Elena to pout.

Smiling mischievously, Damon stood back up and released Elena's legs from behind his waist and pushed her back up the table until the edge reached the back of her knees. He removed her boots and threw them on the floor next to the growing pile of clothes. Damon then bent down and peppered kisses down her stomach while his hands ghosted down the sides of Elena's body. Around the same time, they reached the waistband of her jeans. He continued laying kisses on her stomach, while his fingers went to work unfastening the button and unzipping them. Once he'd opened the door to Elena's most intimate parts, he tugged them down, Elena helping him by moving from side to side as he removed her jeans down, discarding them, revealing her now very damp pink lace panties. He stroked the outside of the crotch, a smile encroaching upon his beautiful face.

"You're already wet." he growled. "Is that for me?" he asked.

Elena nodded. "Yes." she whispered as Damon opened her legs and bent down to kiss the outside of her panties.

Elena could feel Damon's warm breath on her thighs. Neither Matt nor Stefan had ever done anything more than used their hands to prepare her, and neither seemed to work her up into a frenzy. This meant Elena had no idea what to expect other than Caroline's bragging about how wonderful Damon was with his mouth. This didn't ease Elena's mind about whether she wanted him to do this to her. It wasn't that she was against it, but like with many new sexual experiences, it could be a little daunting at first. Her one consolation was she suspected Damon would get the same satisfaction from it which she did a few moments ago when she took him in her mouth. The effect her actions on him had turned her on and she suspected it would do something similar to him. It didn't however, stop her from being nervous about opening up the most intimate and private parts of her body to him. However, if there was one person in the world she could trust to do that with, it was Damon.

"You've never done this before have you?" Damon asked, breaking Elena from her thoughts.

"No." Elena admitted nervously. "How can you tell?"

"Your muscles are all tensed up, and not with anticipation." he explained. "For us both to get the most out of this I need you to relax." he told her, prompting Elena to raise an eyebrow. "Don't worry." Damon chuckled. "I'm quite capable of relaxing you, and I don't even need compulsion." he smiled smugly, as Elena rolled her eyes at his boasting.

True to his word, Damon set about trying to get Elena to relax. Firstly he placed one of her bare feet on the table and took her other leg and put it over his shoulder. Then he began to stoke the inside of her thigh, before following his fingers with his mouth. The sensation was erotic yet relaxing. Heat pooled into the pit of Elena's stomach and between her thighs. Damon swapped legs and lavished his attention on the other thigh. Soon Elena closed her eyes in bliss, nobody had ever touched her like this before.

Damon placed Elena's leg on top of the table, so her feet were flat on the wooden surface and her legs spread wide apart. Once again Damon placed soft kisses along Elena's stomach, however his hands were stroking the outside of her panties, his fingers gently circling the area covering her nub. Elena's heart raced and her breaths became uneven as she found herself wanting more, to which Damon seemed to already be aware of and one step ahead of her. His fingers moved the crotch of her panties to one side before he circled her entrance, coating his fingers in her juices and sliding them up her folds and to her nub. The juncture between Elena's thighs was growing hotter by the minute. Her mind was awash with desire, she no longer cared about being nervous, she just needed Damon to give her some relief.

Suddenly Damon stood up straight, prompting Elena to open her eyes. He sucked on one of the fingers he'd used on her which was coated with her juices. He closed his eyes in bliss as he tasted her, which for some reason Elena found highly erotic. He then offered her the other finger he'd used. Although the thought of tasting herself wasn't something which particularly appealed to her, she decided to go with it as she was trusting Damon to know what she'd like. When she did, she was surprised to find the taste wasn't completely unpleasant. However she did note that the overwhelming flavor she had in her mouth was that of Damon's skin, which to Elena seemed to be some kind of aphrodisiac. Damon stared at her intently as she sucked on his finger, his eyes growing dark with lust, confirming Elena's earlier suspicion he was also getting some sexual pleasure from the action. This put Elena totally at ease with what he was about to do. In fact she couldn't wait to find out whether it was as good as she'd been told it was.

Not one to keep a woman waiting, Damon hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband of Elena's panties and gently tugged at them. Elena lifted her hips and then her feet from the table to allow him to pull them off. Damon threw them over to the pile of clothes they'd already removed. He walked over to the couch and picked up a cushion before returning to the dining area and placed it under Elena's head for comfort. He then pulled up a dining room chair and sat down between Elena's thighs, before pulling her towards him slightly, positioning himself so he was still able to see her face while he got to know her more intimately than anyone ever had before.

Damon once more placed his fingers at her entrance, coating them with her wetness before drawing imaginary line up her folds to her clit. Suddenly Elena felt his warm tongue follow suit which turned out to be the most wonderful sensation she'd ever experienced. However, his actions in that moment didn't stay at the top of Elena's list for very long. Damon parted Elena's folds and swirled his tongue around the entrance of Elena's core, causing her to moan with pleasure. He then thrust his tongue inside her, using it on her in the same way he'd use his length. However the sensation was oddly different, somehow she couldn't quite explain why but none the less, it was exquisite, everything it had been hyped up to be.

Elena looked down at Damon, he was completely focused on what he was doing, his eyes were dark with lust and he held an expression of joy which she'd never seen before. He reached up and she placed her hand in his, their fingers laced together, which in its own way felt as intimate as what he was doing to her core, yet this was different, it was an emotional intimacy. His placed the thumb of his other hand on Elena's clit and began to gently massage it, attacking the heated senses inside her twofold. Elena had never felt anything like it before.

Blood rushed to Elena's core, increasing the heat and throbbing which was building up like molten lava inside her. It also made Elena feel a little lightheaded. Damon's tongue alternated from thrusting inside her entrance to licking and sucking on her folds, causing them to feel like they were swelling up. Elena's began to moan loudly as she believed she was about to have the most incredible orgasm of her life. Damon on the other hand had different ideas.

Damon's tongue gradually began to pay more attention to Elena's folds instead of her entrance. He stopped massaging her clit with his thumb and replaced it with his mouth as he gently inserted two fingers inside her. Elena lifted her hips in ecstasy and grabbed Damon's hair. He started to suck on the bundle of nerves as his fingers set to work stretching and filling her. Slowly and gently at first, however he began to increase the pace as Elena felt herself get impossibly hotter and wetter.

Elena's mind went blank, all she could do was feel the exquisite sensations Damon was giving her with his mouth. The lava inside her was moving its way into her core, white hot and ready to burst. All of a sudden she couldn't hold on any longer, high voltage spasms began to erupt throughout her core.

"Oh yes...yes...yes...oh...yes...oh yes...Damon." Elena cried, her fingernails digging into Damon's hand as wave after wave of the magnificent heat produced by her orgasm took over her body. "Damon...aargh..." she screamed, as her back arched and her hips rose into the air, pushing herself into Damon's face. Her head felt like it was spinning from the intensity of the orgasm which didn't seem to subside. However Damon slowed down his actions with his fingers and removed his mouth from her nub, she assumed so he could watch her climax. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would burst from her chest. Soon however, the waves of the orgasm began to subside, Damon removed his fingers as she became very sensitive. Her folds and entrance still swollen from Damon's talents.

Damon moved up Elena's body, placing kisses on her stomach and then each breast until the top half of his body was hovering above hers, his hands either side of her head, boxing her in. A big smile on his face as he kissed her. As his body touched hers, she could feel his shaft erect once more, ready for action. He stood back up, holding out one hand to help her sit up. Normally she would have refused, but her body was still like jello after what Damon had just done to her. Once sat up, Elena wrapped her still slightly wobbly legs around Damon's waist. Even though she'd just had the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced in her life, she wanted more. This time it wasn't pleasure she was seeking, it was becoming one with Damon, and she was feeling very impatient.

Elena took Damon's shaft in her hand as he kissed her on the lips. She stroked it before guiding it along the outside of her folds. It had never occurred to her to do this before, however such was Damon's size, she was going to need all of the lubrication she could get. Once ready, Damon took himself in hand and placed his member at the entrance to Elena's core. They rested their foreheads against one another, Elena's arms around Damon's neck as he had one arm around her back.

"Ready?" Damon whispered.

"Yes." Elena nodded as Damon slowly pushed himself inside her.

Elena's eyes widened as she felt him stretch and fill her, although she was surprised it wasn't as uncomfortable as she expected. He'd done an amazing job at making sure she was perfectly ready to take him. Instead he felt like he was a perfect fit, as if their bodies were made for each other. Elena tilted her hips a little to ensure Damon was in as deep as possible and used her legs to pull him towards her. Likewise Damon now had his arms around Elena's lower back and he pulled her towards him. His face took on an expression of joy Elena had never seen before from him. It was then Elena knew how much this meant to him.

Before they began to move they kissed each other on the lips. Their tongues entwined in a mating ritual of their own. Damon pulled out slightly and thrust deeply into Elena, taking her breath away. When he did it the second time, Elena was ready for him and moved her hips in unison with his. She realized she needed to put one hand on the table to help her tilt her hips slightly and to move in rhythm with him.

They once again rested their foreheads against one another as they both looked down at the place where their bodies were joined, watching themselves as Damon's shaft repeatedly thrust in and out of Elena's core. The very sight of what they were doing was highly erotic and made Elena heat up with passion. She looked up at Damon's face through her eyelashes. At almost the exact same moment Damon did exactly the same thing. Their eyes connected and time felt like it had frozen. They were the only two people in the world and nobody else mattered. Right then Elena knew this was about not just their bodies connecting, but their souls too. Elena knew she was home with Damon, but not only that, he was the same with her. She was his soulmate. A thought occurred to Elena that maybe they'd always been pre-destined to be together. Fate had tied Damon to Katherine who carried the same face as his soulmate although that was all they had in common. Right then Elena wanted to thank Katherine for turning him, because she suspected she'd never have known such a sense of physical and emotional fulfillment if her doppelganger hadn't have led him on. She'd inadvertently done Elena the biggest favor by giving her her soulmate. Elena suspected Damon had already figured this out, which was why he was now less hostile with his sire. However, right now, all that mattered was just the two of them celebrating their bond with the most intimate and pleasurable of unions. As they lowered their eyes once more to their activities, Elena took in how truly erotic the sight of Damon entering her was. She'd so far done and learned more things with Damon in a few short minutes than she'd learned with Stefan over their entire relationship. Elena knew the reason behind being open to learning with Damon was because he would never judge her. Instead he would encourage her and teach her. His lack of being judgmental towards her was a door to possibilities of future amazing sex once she felt more comfortable to be adventurous. Although in Elena's eyes, making love on the dining table was already fairly daring.

Damon decided to change their position slightly as he moved her legs so they were crossed behind his neck. Elena lay back on the table and placed the cushion back under her head for a little comfort. Damon's hands held onto Elena's legs as he began to thrust inside her with a little more force. One of his hands moved down to massage her clit to give her an added sensation to the pleasurable thrusting. Heat was burning up inside and a soft sheen of sweat was beginning to gather on both of their skins. The heat from the fire matching the burning intensity of their love-making. The crackle of the fire was the only other sound in the room to be heard was the along with their panting and moaning from the mutual pleasure they were experiencing.

"Harder." Elena panted as Damon obliged, both with his hips and hands. Yet, no matter how good the experience felt, she wanted to be closer to Damon, the position felt impersonal. Damon must have felt the same as he stopped, unwrapped Elena's legs from around his neck, took her hands in his and pulled her up.

He looked down behind him before picking Elena up off the table, taking a step back and sitting on the chair he'd used when he'd been pleasuring Elena with his mouth. Elena straddled his hips, her feet only just reaching the floor as she impaled herself on his length.

"That feels good." Elena moaned as Damon took her hips in his hands and helped her move while he thrust up the best he could considering the constraints of the chair.

Elena cupped Damon's face in her hands and stroked his cheek before kissing him. He looked up at her as if she were a goddess, his eyes dark and lidded with desire. One of his hands made it's way around to her clit as his thumb began to massage it. The sensations, combined with their closeness was sending heat pooling between Elena's thighs. She upped the pace as she knew her orgasm wasn't far off.

"Elena..." Damon softly chanted her name as if in prayer. "I'm not got to last much longer." he warned her.

"I'm think I'm gonna come too." Elena panted as Damon increased the force of his thrusting and Elena gyrated her hips in rhythm with his but with a little more vigor. The result was mind blowing as the first wave of white hot spasms ran through Elena's core. "Oh yes...yes...yes...oh...yes...oh yes...Damon oh...oh...oh... ahhh." she cried as her orgasm came crashing down upon her. She pulled Damon towards her, clenching his hair in her fist. Elena threw her head back, as electric pulses seemed to run throughout her body, increasing the heat and intensity of the spasms which contracted around Damon's shaft. Her back arched as she pressed her breasts into the top of Damon's chest.

"Fuck...Elena...oh yes...yes...yes...fuck...aargh." Damon cried as Elena realized her own orgasm was milking Damon's length to his own release. Despite being practically unable to control her own body, Elena pulled Damon's head back and managed to concentrate long enough to watch him experience his own release.

Elena wasn't disappointed. His face contorted into a blissful agony while Elena felt his warm fluids fill her up inside. She felt Damon's fingers dig into her hips, although it wasn't painful. This told her Damon was trying to make sure he didn't hurt her, because she knew if he let go, he was strong enough to snap her in two. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Her own climax was spectacularly intense, more than she'd ever experienced in her short life. Yet somehow watching Damon experience his and feel him release his seed into her was an emotional fulfillment she'd never even encountered before. Elena just wished the moment would never end. Unfortunately it couldn't last forever. Their orgasms subsided and their post coital exhaustion took over.

Elena's head slumped on Damon's shoulder. Both of their breathing was shallow from their activities. She'd never known love-making to be so much fun, yet mean something so much at the same time. Elena had let Damon do things to her which she'd never had the courage to ask for, in fact she'd never considered it to be something she would have wanted. Yet as pleasurable as Damon giving her oral sex was, and it was very pleasurable, the act was based on trust from her perspective. She'd allowed him to do things she'd never allowed others to do, because with Damon it felt normal. He'd worshiped her body and in the process she'd grown from a fairly sexually naive teenager, into a woman who was discovering the delights a man could give her. He'd changed her in that one small act.

Their coupling had been fun, but Elena knew it meant as much to him emotionally, as it did to her. They'd shared each others pleasure. And although Elena lacked experience, she somehow knew exactly what Damon wanted and where he wanted to be touched and how he wanted it. It was instinct, as if she knew his mind. Likewise, he'd been the same with her. Although admittedly he did have around a hundred and fifty years worth of practice to refine his talents. On the other hand, Stefan probably had around the same amount of time and possible practice, yet he wasn't anyway near as skilled as Damon. Stefan didn't seem to want to make it as much fun. So inevitably Elena had faked orgasms at times with him, yet he'd never noticed. With Damon she could metaphorically let her hair down, be real and open in every way possible, while with Stefan it was sometimes an act. Elena suspected Damon felt the same regarding how real they were able to be with one another, because there was a moment, a look on his face, one of wonder and amazement, that first moment they'd joined together. It was in that moment, she felt them become one, twin flames burning as one. Elena owned his light, while Damon held her darkness. The only concern she had was whether her skills were sub par. She needed to know.

"That was amazing." Elena whispered into Damon's ear, hoping he'd give her some hint as to whether she'd made it high on the list of his best sexual encounters.

Damon turned his head towards her, kissed her nose and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I've slept with plenty of women in my time, but it was just sex and nothing more." he explained. "You are the only woman I've made love to. Not even with Katherine, with her it was just sex. Technically the act is the same, but the motivation is different." he told her. "But with you, it was about us, and that gave me more pleasure than I've ever had before." Damon smiled as Elena blushed. "I love you Elena."

Elena lifted her head and cupped his face. "I love you too." she admitted as she kissed him gently on the lips before resting her forehead on his.

They sat there, smiling at each other, not saying a word for a few moments before Elena moved her head and rested it on the side of his, so they were cheek to cheek. She closed her eyes and sighed with contentment. Suddenly she heard a bang and opened her eyes to look to see what it was, hoping Stefan hadn't suddenly reappeared and caught her and Damon naked in each others arms. Instead she found herself sat on the window seat in her bedroom with her pen in her lap. She looked down and saw her diary on the floor, which must have fell while she was asleep.

Sighing with frustration, as sadness once again washed over her, Elena picked her regular diary up off the floor and put it away in her new hiding spot behind the mirror. She walked over to her bed and crouched down to lift the loose floorboard which contained her other diary. The one which was specifically for her dreams. Elena picked it up and sat on her bed and began to write... Dear Diary

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