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 (I'm sure you know the drill by now).

Dear Diary

Another night, another dream. But this time what triggered it was something really special.

I MADE OUT WITH DAMON!

And then I might have screwed things up, but for a good reason, I think. Oh I don't know, I'm confused.

It started with Stefan suggesting Damon and I went on a road trip together to Denver to get Jeremy back (Damon compelled him to go the same night he kissed me on the porch). Stefan was under the impression I had feelings for Damon. Which admittedly he's right, I do have some feelings for Damon, although I'm still unsure of what they are exactly.

Anyway, we needed to get Jeremy back from Denver because we suspected he was in danger. Also Damon wanted to contact Rose to find out who sired her so we could trace their line back to find out which Original sire line they belong to. If it wasn't Klaus they were planning to kill him.

There was also the added issue of getting Ric to turn into his vampire hating, psychotic, alter-ego, and tell us where the other white oak stake was. Stefan wasn't convinced Damon could get it out of him because they are friends.

So Damon and I flew to Denver to get Jeremy. It turned out it was a good thing we did as Kol had befriended Jeremy. Because Jeremy had no idea who Kol was, he was completely in the dark and assumed Kol was a genuine friend. Damon staked Kol and we managed to escape to a motel in the middle of nowhere. That's where it happened.

Jeremy and I went to bed while Damon showered. Jeremy fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep. When Damon came back into the room, it was dark, but the light from outside was bright enough for me to see him clearly without him seeing me. Okay, of course he could see me, he's a vampire and can see in the dark. But initially he thought I was asleep.

There I was just watching and observing him. Okay, I admit I was ogling him a little. I couldn't help it. At first he wasn't wearing a shirt, and he looked so beautiful. He was drinking and looking thoughtful and sad at the same time. It's the first time I've been able to observe him like that.

Something must have given me away because he realized I was watching him. So he came over to my bed, his shirt still unbuttoned and we talked for a while and he opened up about a few things, which gave me a lot of insight into how he behaves. He's truly scared of getting his heart broken, because he's already in too much emotional pain. I guess I already knew that, but in his own roundabout way, he confirmed it.

The problem was him being so close to me like that had a profound effect on me. I was losing control. I had to get out, so I walked out of the room for some air and Damon followed me. I lost control. I ran up to him and kissed him.

Oh my god, nobody has ever kissed me in my life like Damon kissed me. The passion was more intense than I could ever imagine. My dreams paled into insignificance in comparison to the real thing. The one thing my dreams had picked up on, was that strange sense of home, of being where I belonged. The best way to describe Damon's kissing abilities is incredible. His hands and mouth were all over my body. I've never felt so wanton in my life. I never wanted it to stop, and I don't think it would have if Jeremy hadn't have interrupted us. In fact, I think things would have gone further.

But Jeremy did catch us, and the look of disgust on my brother's face told me everything I needed to know about how people would view me if I got into a relationship with Damon. That was when I knew, no matter what I want, and yes I want Damon so badly, there's no way I can be with him. My friends and family would disown me, and is Damon worth sacrificing everything for? Right now I'm not sure if he is. I don't think I could ever sacrifice Jeremy for anyone.

This is not just a case of they'll get over it. I sincerely think people will hate us. Stefan would hate both of us and I don't want that because Damon and Stefan were starting to become brothers again for the first time since they became vampires. Jeremy would hate me, Ric would not like it, meaning Damon could lose one of his only friends. Then we get Bonnie and Caroline.

Bonnie would be mad because she doesn't like Damon, but she'd probably come around if she saw Damon was making me happy. Caroline wouldn't forgive me. She has a weird fascination with Stefan and would be on his side of every argument. She probably would never speak to me again. Matt is the only one who wouldn't care. From his perspective, as long as I'm happy, he's happy. He doesn't see it as any of his business who make me happy.

All the while after the kiss, these thoughts kept going around in my head. Then I remembered the Rebekah incident. What would happen if we had an almighty row? Would he kill someone? Or would he just sleep with another woman? Damon does have his moments where he is volatile and that is another huge problem.

A little later we talked and I told him about my reservations and why I'd kissed him. I think he was upset when he realized in a way the road trip was a test, although the kiss itself wasn't. In a way, for me, he himself passed it. Unfortunately in Jeremy's eyes, he failed, so I knew that no matter what my feelings are, I can't jump into a relationship with Damon just yet. For once Damon simply and unusually accepted it, as if to put my reservations to the test. I'm not saying it will never happen, but I need some time to decide whether Damon is worth relinquishing so much for, and to try and talk to Jeremy and hope some of my friends come around to my way of thinking.

What I do know is that I can't say with any certainty that it will always be Stefan, even if we got back together.

I now know my feelings for Damon are stronger than I'd previously considered. But my hands are tied.

Anyway, this brings me around to the dream.

The real kiss with Damon was incredible. His kisses were so good they were beyond measure. And like I've already said, if Jeremy hadn't have interrupted us, I wouldn't have been able to stop. Well in my dream, Jeremy never interrupted us.

Oh well, at least I got it in my dream, and I had some basis of what a real sensual kiss from Damon was like. I just hope it isn't my last.

E

The previous night's dream...

Elena couldn't sleep, no matter how she tried. Not only was the motel bed uncomfortable, but she had too much on her mind. Oddly enough, it wasn't related to a threat to any of their lives, this one was a threat to her heart. Damon was constantly there in her thoughts, and right now she was lying in a seedy motel, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, knowing full well Damon was in the bathroom next to her. He'd been taking a shower, that much she could tell as she'd been able to hear the water until a few moments ago, meaning Damon must have finished.

A small part of Elena wanted to walk into the bathroom and help him dry off, to finally get a good look at something she'd only once briefly glanced at, Damon's naked body. But that wasn't an option, even though, unbeknown to Damon, their relationship status was one of the reasons he and Elena were on this trip together.

Stefan had told Elena he wasn't prepared to go back into a relationship with her until she'd worked out what her feelings for Damon really were. This wasn't as easily done as Stefan seemed to believe. How was she supposed to find out? Should she walk into the bathroom while Damon was showering and join him? As much as Damon would possibly appreciate it at the time, she wasn't sure how he'd feel about it later when he found out it was a test. But really what would she be testing? Whether Damon was better than Stefan at sex? Because that was irrelevant. Sex maybe a part of a relationship, but it was not the most important part. She needed to know if she loved Damon, and sex was unlikely to answer that question.

The door to the bathroom opened and Elena tried her best to pretend she was asleep. Elena heard Damon's footsteps approaching her and she opened her eyes. Although it was dark, there was enough light in the room to make out Damon wasn't wearing a shirt and his hair might possibly be a little damp from the shower. This image alone was enough to affect Elena in ways which only Damon seemed to able to.

Elena continued to watch him as he picked up the bottle of whiskey from the nightstand next to her and walked over to the table beside the window. While she lay watching his every movement, Elena tried to categorize her feelings for him. Lust was most definitely a major factor in her attraction to him. With his raven hair, alabaster skin and pale, piercing blue eyes, and high cheekbones, there was no denying he was probably the most attractive man or vampire she'd ever met. But for Elena, there was more to the man than the beauty on the outside. Deep down he was a beautiful person too, although it wasn't a fact he cared to share with many people.

Elena could count on one hand the people who he'd allowed to discover what lay behind the mask, who knew what the real Damon Salvatore was truly like, and she wasn't entirely sure whether Stefan was one of them. As well as herself, he'd allowed Ric and Sheriff Forbes to see the real Damon. But even Elena hadn't been prepared for what she'd found out earlier about how he helped Rose die when she had been bitten by the werewolf. He'd given her a peaceful dream to relax her before staking her. Elena knew it must have been hard for him to do something like that, but he'd never told anyone about it. Deep down, Damon was a good man, but he didn't want anyone know about it and Elena couldn't understand why. Therefore Elena decided she'd ask him about it the first time they got the opportunity to talk together. In the meantime, Elena realized she had a unique opportunity to study Damon watch an unguarded version of him. He didn't know she was awake, meaning for the first time she could look at him and really truly appreciate his physical beauty.

Damon walked over to the table, took his shirt from the where he'd left it on one of the chairs, and much to Elena's dismay, he put it on. Every time she'd seen him shirtless prior to this, she'd not really been able to look and take in the physical beauty of his body. And the minute she finally got the opportunity to, he covered up. Luckily for Elena, he didn't button up his shirt as he peeked out of the window. Probably checking to see if they'd been followed by Kol or not.

Elena watched carefully as Damon poured himself a drink into a plastic cup, before sitting down. He sighed as he put his feet on one the chairs and stared into his drink thoughtfully. Elena wondered what was going around in his head. This was especially poignant as he had a look of sadness on his face, one Elena had never seen before. Was this another facet to the man under the mask of the bad boy vampire?

For a while Elena had suspected there was more to Damon than met the eye. She'd frequently shared a connection, an understanding with him which no one else had. He understood her in ways which neither her family, friends, nor even Stefan seemed to be able to. He always seemed to understand her emotions. Elena had often wondered if she and him were more alike than what appeared on the surface. For instance, Elena understood she still had issues after her parents died. She'd been told she'd suffered from post traumatic stress ever since that fateful day, also she knew she was cursed with survivors guilt as Elena frequently felt guilty over their deaths, knowing if they hadn't gone to pick her up, they would have still been around. Damon on the other hand was a vampire, and he didn't feel guilt very often. However that may not have been the case when he was human. He'd been a soldier in the civil war and he must have seen unimaginable horrors, especially considering he was fighting for a cause he didn't believe in. Had this tortured him as a human, Elena wondered. She also knew he felt undeserving of being loved. He'd had a fractious relationship with his father, who'd made him feel unworthy, yet had doted on Stefan. Katherine had also preferred Stefan and had simply used Damon for whatever purpose suited her at the time, most likely sex. Women frequently saw the exterior of Damon, yet never bothered to get to know him, something Elena found incredibly sad. Rose had picked up this, which was probably why they'd bonded so well. Right now though, the sad, thoughtful look on Damon's face made him look like a little boy lost.

Elena's eyes traveled down his body, finally able to appreciate the sight of him in all of his glory. Although it was dark, the outside florescent light was flooding through the window, creating shadows across his face and chest, highlighting the perfect bone structure of his cheekbones while the shadows darkened the lines of his torso, defining every muscle on his chest. His hair looked darker, and his skin paler than usual. It gave him an almost ethereal look. For the first time ever, Elena truly took in Damon's beauty, and he was simply stunning. More so than she'd ever dared to acknowledge before.

Damon drank the entire cup of whiskey in one and looked over to Elena. She quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. But she knew Damon was no fool and would know she was awake just by the sound of her heartbeat. Elena opened her eyes once again only to find Damon still watching her. They stared at each other for a little while, until Damon got up and walked over towards her bed and lay down next to her. He rested his arm behind his head, as he often did when they lay together on her bed and turned to face her. He looked so soft as his eyes met her hers, it was impossible to consider her was a ruthless predator at that moment. The situation begged the question Elena was itching to ask.

"You never told me about that. What you did for Rose." Elena said, trying to gently approach the subject, which she knew was a sore spot for him.

Damon turned to look up at the ceiling. "It wasn't about you." he said quietly, deciding not to elaborate on his reasons.

Undeterred, Elena was desperate to know why he'd never told her. So she decided upon an alternative method to get him to open up. "Why don't you let people see the good in you?" she asked.

"Because when people see good, they expect good." he said, before turning to face her once more. "And I don't want to have to live up to anyone's expectations." Damon whispered, finally admitting, in his own way, what people saw was not the person inside. Deep down Damon was good, and for those he cared about, he would protect and would even go as far as giving his life for them. For those he loved, he would love with an unrivaled passion.

Elena knew if she let herself be with Damon, it was his fierce love she needed to expect. However she wasn't entirely sure if, at the tender age of eighteen, whether she was emotionally equipped for something so intense, a love which would consume her, probably until her dying day. His words had stirred something deep inside her, something locked away. Elena was constantly trying to live up to people's expectations, and sometimes it became too much. Instead of doing what Elena had always done, Damon pretended not to care what people thought. He did care, but pretending he didn't enabled him a certain degree of freedom to deal with problems more effectively.

Damon's near presence was also becoming too much for her. His words were creating and internal war with her already conflicted emotions, however his physical being was stirring something else. Something which terrified her even more than Klaus. Her desire for the vampire laying next to her. Elena knew the only thing stopping her from doing what she really wanted to do, was Jeremy lying asleep in the opposite bed.

Her heart racing, Elena decided to try and take back control of the situation. She turned onto her back and attempted to not look at Damon. She placed her arms by her side and tried to think of anything to take her mind away from the ever growing heat in the pit of her stomach, created by the simple presence of the man lying next to her. Her attempt at a distraction as short lived as Damon gently laced his fingers through hers and caressed her hand. Elena began to breathe heavily, unsure of what to do. Her heart hammered until she thought it was going to burst from her chest. Her heart and body desperately wanted him, craved him to the point of insanity. Her head however fought back, telling her it was only lust and she shouldn't ruin any potential future she could have with Stefan. Elena turned her head to look at Damon, who's face held the appearance of the sincerity a man should have on his wedding day.

The intensity of it all got too much for Elena. The air was so thick with sexual tension between them, it could be cut like a knife. Their conversation had been short but intense, with great meaning behind it, explaining much of Damon's attitude and confirming her beliefs all along of him being good. There was also something else in the air. A feeling Elena didn't understand. It was something she often felt when she was around Damon, but couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was. She'd never experienced this same emotion with anyone else. It felt similar to love, yet it was more complex than any feelings she'd had for anyone else. Elena had wondered in the past if it was because she felt guilty for caring about Damon, therefore it was heightening her feelings around him. Whatever the emotion was, it was on overdrive, causing her to begin to hyperventilate. Elena knew she had to get out of the room, she needed air and space to breathe and to calm down.

Elena got out of the bed. She put on her slippers and grabbed her coat, leaving the motel room with Damon in it. As she got outside and hit the cold night air, Elena put her coat on. Just up ahead was an ice machine, she leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. Elena heard a motel door behind her open and close, she didn't need to look behind her to know Damon was standing there. She could sense his presence whenever he was around without even seeing him.

"Don't." Elena told him, knowing if he came any closer she was going to lose control. There was no way she would be able to hold back any longer.

"Why not?" Damon called out. "Elena..." he called out softly and seductively.

Indeed why not? Elena wondered. There was nobody here to stop them or judge them. This was her one chance to have freedom with Damon, to act how she wanted, be what she wanted and do all the things she wanted with him. The time they went to Georgia Damon had told her to take time out from her own life, just five minutes to have fun, her problems would still be there when she got back. This time though, there was a distinct possibility it would only make her problems worse.

Damon's words were too much for her to bear. The need for him inside her was too strong. After taking a moment to weigh up the pro's and cons, she decided to throw caution to the wind. Elena turned around and ran up to Damon. She placed her hands around his neck and pressed her lips against his. Damon pulled Elena in tight, his large hands on the small of her back, sending jolts of electricity up her spine and between her legs, from just knowing who the touch belonged to.

Unlike their previous kisses, there was nothing chaste this time. Their hands found each others faces while they parted their lips, their tongues meeting for the first time. Damon tasted of mint and whiskey, mixed in with his usual scent. All more potent as he'd just showered and drank some of the amber liquid. Elena didn't mind, this was part of Damon and she loved the way he smelled, and even more the way he tasted. Their hands roamed in a desperate measure to touch one another, even if they were still fully clothed. For the first time ever, Elena felt free, yet in an incredible turn of fate, she also felt a sense of belonging, a newness yet also a familiarity. Elena finally felt as though she were home.

Their tongues delved into each other's mouths, sweeping, probing, tasting and investigating. Fire and longing burned throughout Elena's body. Every piece of skin where Damon lay his hands sent shock waves of desire deep into the pit of her stomach. Damon walked Elena backwards, pushing her up against a concrete pillar, where their kisses took a different step. No longer just a desperate need to kiss, their sexual desires were beginning to appear. Elena could tell Damon was aroused, judging by feeling the hardness beneath the denim of his jeans as he pressed his body up against hers. This in turn increased Elena's own sexual need for Damon.

Damon's mouth was all over her neck and making its way down to her chest. Elena couldn't believe this was happening for real. To make sure she wasn't imagining things, she lifted his head up with her hands and looked him in the eyes. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, lust would have been high up her list, but all Elena saw in Damon's eyes were pure unadulterated love. There was also a look of wonderment, shock and a little bit of fear. Elena had initiated the kiss, something he'd never expected. She'd broken away from it, but was it permanent or just to take a breath?

In truth there was no way Elena could have stopped the kiss. Her body craved Damon's touch in ways she'd never imagined possible. He was consuming her body, mind and soul. Yet Damon was also the forbidden fruit. He was deliciously sinful and truly irresistible. Damon didn't need compulsion for a woman to want him passionately, he just had to be himself. And Elena found herself being drawn in, like a moth to a light bulb, seemingly incapable of offering up any resistance. Elena put any of Damon's fears to rest as she went to kiss him once more.

Elena's own hands began to roam down Damon's chest. She'd been mesmerized by it under the florescent lights in the motel room. However she'd encountered him shirtless before, but never had she been in a position to touch him, and Elena was going to make the most of it. She ran her fingers up and down the cool skin of his chest, chilled by the cold night air. His skin was soft and smooth, with the occasional hairs, especially as she ventured further south, closing in on his treasure trail. His body was perfectly sculptured, lean and muscular. The overall effect of her exploration of Damon's body had on her made for an enormous turn on. Elena couldn't quite believe just touching another being could leave her feeling so hot and bothered, forcing her to slip out of control.

All the while, Damon's hands continued to roam, down the sides of her body, cupping her breast and pulling her closer into him holding the cheeks of her behind. Yet in some ways he was still a gentleman. Other than the exposed skin, he never pushed things further. It was as if he was allowing Elena to call the shots and to let her decide how far they were going to take things, although considering his vampire senses, Damon was probably aware of how much Elena wanted him and knew he didn't need to push her as she would lead the way. Elena desperately wanted to do things she'd never dreamed of before. She didn't care if every person in the motel had their eyes trained on them. She didn't even care if he took her against the concrete pillar. 'Let them watch.' she thought. 'Let them be jealous.' However, common sense prevailed and Elena knew Damon wouldn't like the idea of sharing her with an audience, leaving only one other possible option.

Elena broke away from the kiss. "Are all of the rooms near here occupied?" she asked him, her voice low so nobody other than Damon could hear.

Damon narrowed his eyes, however Elena could tell he was concentrating on listening to their surroundings. "There's an empty one just here." he told her, cocking his head to the left, indicating the unoccupied room. "Why? What are you suggesting?" he asked softly.

"I think we might need a little privacy." Elena whispered as she kissed him once more. "Do you think you can break in quietly enough not to disturb the other residents?" she asked.

"Of course." Damon smiled before resting his forehead against hers. "I'll do anything you want me to." his voice was barely audible.

"We'll need to be quick, just in case Rose gets back to Jeremy." Elena said quietly.

"Ugh..." Damon sighed. "I know. Not the ideal situation."

"Oh I dunno." Elena smiled. "Spontaneous it good." she told him as Damon's lips brushed against Elena's as she felt Damon pick her up. Elena wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked to the room he'd pointed out to her. He quietly broke open the door with ease and walked inside before placing the chain on the latch to stop anyone from walking in.

As soon as they were in the room, the pace of their desire for one another increased. Clothes became offensive obstructions to get to what they wanted, which was each other. Damon placed Elena down on the table next to the window. Elena pulled Damon's face towards her as they began to kiss once more, however now they were protected from the outside world, their kisses became frantic.

Elena pushed Damon's shirt from his shoulders as he pushed her coat from hers. Elena wriggled her arms free before wrapping them around Damon's neck, pulling him in tighter. She wound her legs tightly around Damon's waist, feeling the shape of his erection through the denim of his low slung jeans. Damon reached down and pulled at the hem of Elena's top, she quickly lifted her arms to help him pull it off. Once removed, Damon threw it onto the floor. He pressed his chest against hers, leaving enough room for him to massage one of Elena's breasts.

"God you're beautiful Elena." he whispered as they began to kiss once more.

"So are you." Elena replied with a smile.

One of Elena's hands made it's way down Damon's back, while the fingernails on her other hand scraped the nape of his neck, causing him to moan into her mouth. He ghosted his fingers down the side of her body, before cupping her behind and running his fingers under her thigh. Damon pulled Elena's leg from around his waist and removed her slipper and then repeated the action with the other side of her body. Throughout all of this, their kisses were fervently passionate.

Suddenly Damon pulled Elena from the table and had her stood so that her back was pressed up against his chest. He pushed her hair to one side and started to kiss her neck. One hand cupped her breast, while the other slid down her pants to meet her heated core.

"Shit Elena." Damon mumbled into her ear. "You're wet." he whispered as his lips caressed her neck.

Damon's fingers parted Elena's folds, allowing them to move down towards her entrance. Elena rested her head back on Damon's shoulder and covered his hand which was massaging her breast with her own. In the meantime her other hand slid behind her back until she felt the buttons of his jeans, which were only partially done up. Elena unfastened the next button, her hand moved inside his jeans, only to find him without any underwear. She took his already erect length in her hands and freed it from its denim confines. Damon hissed with pleasure at Elena's touch as she began to stroke the silky soft skin of his hard shaft. As if to repay the debt of pleasure, Damon's fingers made their way inside Elena's core which increased the throbbing between her legs.

"Oh god Damon, that's good." she whispered as he thrust his fingers in and out of her.

Pretty soon Elena was riding Damon's fingers as he simultaneously massaged her clit, while she was still pumping him with her hand. When Elena thought she was just near to her climax, Damon stopped, turned her around and pulled her pants down, including her panties. He removed them completely so that she was standing completely naked in front of him. Under normal circumstances, Elena would have felt extremely embarrassed, however with Damon she'd lost all semblance of self-consciousness. She wanted Damon in every way possible and being naked with him was a necessity.

Damon got down on his knees and parted Elena's legs. Momentarily she wondered what he was doing, however her question was quickly answered as his fingers once more entered her core, but this time he used his mouth on her nub and tongue on her folds. Damon's free hand reached up and massaged one of Elena's breasts, while his mouth and fingers worked her furiously with one end goal, to bring her to her release.

The table behind Elena turned out to be a useful tool to help her balance. One hand gripped Damon's hair as the grabbed hold of the edge of the cheap table. The combination of his mouth and fingers worked in perfect unison. The heat which had been pooling in the pit of Elena's stomach was threatening to erupt and boil over. Elena's moans of pleasure became louder with every lick, thrust and suck.

This was a first for Elena, she'd never felt confident enough to be adventurous in bed or with foreplay, therefore she had no experience of oral sex. She wasn't sure if that was down to her previous sexual partners or because with Damon she felt free as a bird, meaning she no longer cared about opinions, because not only would Damon not judge, but he would want more foreplay to enhance the experience. Damon was extremely passionate and known for his sexual prowess. Elena suspected he'd probably dabbled in practices far more risque than oral sex. But for now, Elena would settle for this new experience being as adventurous as it would get. Also they had time constraints, and Damon was clearly going for maximum pleasure in the shortest period of time available. And it was working.

Due to time not being on their side, Elena knew this wasn't going to be about beautiful, gentle and romantic love making. This was going to be rushed, raw, desperate yet passionate. At any moment Rose could appear to Jeremy and he'd come looking for them. Elena knew neither she nor Damon wanted to be caught having sex by her brother. Yet they were so desperate for each other, neither of them really cared to stop, instead it would just have to be quick. This the was raw animalistic desire, culminating from eight months of pent up sexual cravings for each other, and they were going to have to make the best of what time they had, because as much as Elena wanted to be with Damon, there were other concerns which needed to be taken into consideration. However now was not the time nor the place to think about those. Elena just wanted to enjoy her time with Damon, and hope that maybe one day, they'd be able to have more than just one illicit night together. The only problem was how could they ever have one more chance to be together?

When Stefan had suggested Elena go on this trip with Damon to explore her feelings for the elder Salvatore, Elena was sure Stefan hadn't meant for her to go to a seedy motel and have sex with his brother. This one was definitely on her, and although she wouldn't openly admit it, she wanted Damon more than Stefan would ever know. She couldn't explain to her ex boyfriend about why Damon, for some reason, unlike anyone else, knew exactly which buttons to press to make her shout, scream, laugh or cry. She especially would never be able to tell him how right at this moment, Damon was proving he knew how to press the right buttons to reduce Elena to a quivering mess, in all the right ways.

The volume of Elena's moans increased with every swipe of Damon's tongue. He was taking her closer to the brink of an orgasm of epic proportions. The heat in the pit of her stomach was now a volcano of molten lava, ready to erupt with the next seismic event.

"Oh yes...Damon...don't stop." Elena panted, as she moved her hips and held on tighter to his hair. She looked down at him only to see he was watching her intently, reading her every expression, discovering exactly what she liked the most.

Damon had clearly been doing his homework as Elena spotted a smirk in his eyes as his tongue touched her most sensitive spot. He thrust his fingers inside her once more and the volcano inside her erupted with more force than she thought possible.

"Oh my god...Damon...Damon...yes...yes..." Elena cried. "Aagh!" her back arched as spasms took over from the throbbing between her legs. The burning heat took over her body as she tried her hardest not to scream. Damon sucked harder on her nub, prolonging her orgasm as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her. Electric shocks shooting up through her body. Elena began to get lightheaded and her body went momentarily rigid, not knowing whether she could cope with the onslaught of need taking over her.

For his part, Damon stopped what he was doing with his mouth. He removed his fingers and held her hips, kissing her stomach at the same time. This seemed to steady Elena as her legs were beginning to turn to jello. Her climax finally subsided and she dropped her head, curtaining Damon with her hair. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders for support.

Eventually Damon stood up, pulled Elena towards him and kissed her. Elena was able to taste herself on him while she also realized he was now completely naked as she could also feel his erection poking into her stomach. She wondered when he'd lost his jeans, but decided not to bother asking and put it down to vampire speed undressing.

"You can do a lot of wicked things with that tongue of yours Mr Salvatore." Elena whispered saucily.

Damon looked at her shocked, as if he'd never expect Elena to say anything which could be construed as sexual teasing. Admittedly Elena was surprised with herself at her naughty innuendo. It was not something she usually had the confidence to engage in. However, being with Damon was different. He was turning her into a woman, and he'd never judge her, therefore she didn't need to worry about talking dirty.

"Well Miss Gilbert." Damon responded after he'd recovered from her words. "It has gotten me into trouble a few times. But I hope that isn't the case today." he added softly, his face turning serious as he kissed her once more.

Their tongues danced to a silent tune and entwined as they kissed. Hands roamed over each others bodies, this time free to touch one another, skin on skin. They were both desperate to explore each other, yet they knew they didn't have time. More than anything, Elena wanted Damon inside her. To feel their bodies uniting together as one, while they drove each other to the precipice of pleasure, and then over it. Elena wrapped her hands around Damon's neck as he walked them over to the bed before breaking away from the kiss.

"Turn around and kneel on the bed." Damon instructed as Elena got on the bed and went to get on all fours, expecting him to want to take her from behind, another first for her. "Uh uh." Damon said her as he lifted her up, pressing her back against his chest. "Look over there." he pointed to the dresser on their right, which had a mirror on top.

Elena could clearly see the shadows of their reflection from the side even though there was hardly any light in the room. She saw and felt Damon bend slightly behind her. He parted her legs and rubbed his member along her folds, lubricating himself with her juices.

"I'm going to ask you one time Elena." Damon whispered into her ear. "Are you sure you want to do this? Once we've gone all the way, there's no turning back."

"I want you inside of me...now!" Elena demanded.

Damon gently pushed his length inside Elena. He was bigger than what she'd experienced before, yet he wasn't uncomfortable. Their bodies fit perfectly together as one, as if they were an unfinished jigsaw puzzle, which was finally complete. He firstly sucked on her earlobe while one hand massaged her breast and the other stroked her nub. Elena laced her fingers in his, letting him lead the way. Slowly he pulled out and thrust back inside, this time with a little more force as a little moan of pleasure escaped from Elena's lips. She heard Damon growl at her response, sending heat to her already over sensitive core.

Initially Damon took things slowly until they built a rhythm together. Elena rested her head on Damon's shoulder, all the while watching them in the mirror. Damon's lips found Elena's neck as he nibbled, nipped, licked and sucked on it, peppering kisses in between. Elena found the whole image highly erotic. Nothing could have prepared her for the beauty of watching them making love. And although the position was slightly unorthodox, this was slow and methodical. Nothing like the dirty desperate sex Elena had been expecting. The way Damon's hands moved across her body seemed to have a distinct purpose, one of turning her on even further.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch you and hold you like this. To feel your naked skin against mine." Damon moaned quietly into Elena's ear. "I love you so much Elena, more than anything in the world." he whispered.

"Oh I think I do." Elena smiled as she turned her head to look at him. "Because I feel the same way too."

In that moment she knew what her feelings truly meant. Damon was her soulmate. All along she'd been denying herself and Damon, what was right in front of her. It explained why no matter what Damon did, she forgave him. No matter how bad she treated him, he still acted like she was a goddess. They couldn't help forgiving one another. Not being around each other was impossible. Even when Elena hated Damon for snapping Jeremy's neck, she couldn't stand the thought of seeing him hurt. Elena wrapped her arm around Damon's neck and pulled him towards her mouth as they kissed passionately once more.

Now they were finally consummating their relationship. Elena suspected, in fact she'd long known Damon would be the last man she loved. Because once you loved someone like Damon, no other man would be able to compare favorably. This was especially true right now as they moved their hips in unison. Their moans of pleasure through the kiss being the only sound to break the silence.

Much to Elena's surprise, Damon pulled out of her and broke away from the kiss as he jumped on the bed and lay on his back. He pulled Elena on top of him so that she straddled his hips. Elena didn't need any explanations for this position. Slowly Elena lowered herself onto Damon's member, her eyes rolling into the back of her head with the sensation. Damon placed his hands on Elena's hips to help support her weight as she placed her hands on his chest. He lifted her hips and pulled her down as he thrust himself inside her. This time there was more force in his actions, as he repeated the movement.

For her part, Elena circled her hips as best she could while Damon thrust in and out of her. Their breathing became heavier, turning into pants as they exerted far more energy than they had earlier. Elena bent down and placed her hands either side of Damon's head and kissed him. Her hair falling around them cocooning them in their own private little world of love, need and desire.

Damon stroked Elena's cheek affectionately as their bodies became hotter from their desperate need for each other despite the cold November weather. Their bodies slickened with sweat from the friction of their bodies moving together. The sound of skin slapping on skin was added to the moans and pants of pleasure coming from their mouths.

"Damon...oh yes." Elena breathed as she threw her head back.

"Elena." Damon chanted her name as if it was a prayer back as his mouth reached up to one of her nipples and began to suck on it.

Initially Elena giggled at the sight, however her giggles soon turned to louder moans of pleasure as his tongue circled her areola and his teeth gently bit down on her nipple before he sucked, causing it to pebble. He repeated the action with the other breast, all the while his thrusting became more intense.

Suddenly Damon sat up. Elena looked down at him as she moved her hips with greater vigor than before. Her aching core was becoming overly heated and the throbbing was on the verge of becoming something more. They kissed, biting and sucking on each other's lips. Elena cupped Damon's face in her hands, not wanting to ever let him go. Damon slid one of his hands between them and began to massage her clit.

"I think I'm gonna come." Elena panted.

"And I want you to come for me Elena." Damon begged, his voice deeply seductive, while his eyes looking up at her with complete love and adoration.

No compulsion was necessary for her response, his words, eyes and talented fingers along with his deep penetration pushed Elena over the edge. The burning inside her had finally reached a point of no return as white hot convulsions took over her core.

"Oh my god...Damon..." she cried out as he continued to thrust deep inside her. Elena threw her head back as the contractions of pleasure wreaked havoc through her body. "Oh yes...oh yes...oh...aargh..." she practically screamed.

Damon quickly rolled them over so he was on top as he laced his fingers through hers. He thrust inside her hard and fast, keeping the momentum of Elena's climax going, alerting her to his own impending orgasm. Elena's back arched as she dug her fingernails into the back Damon's hands. She moved her own hips as best she could, wanting to help Damon come for her. There was no way she was going to miss watching his face as he reached his own climax, which Elena knew would be soon as her own orgasm would be milking his length to achieve his own climax.

"Aargh...fuck...Elena..." Damon whispered as he thrust into her one more time before his face screwed up with agonizing pleasure.

Elena felt Damon's warm seed fill her as he found his own release. He growled with pleasure, before breathlessly lowering himself on top of her. He kissed her chastely before resting his head in the crook of Elena's neck.

"Did I hurt you?" Elena asked, worried she'd cut into him when her fingernails had dug into his hands.

Damon lifted his head and frowned. "Huh? When?" he asked.

"Obviously not if you don't know what I'm talking about." Elena smiled as Damon pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back.

Damon pulled Elena in tightly to him as she rested her head on his chest, still trying to regain her composure from their wonderful love-making. After a few moments she started to relax and began drawing circles around his nipples on the skin of his chest.

"So now what?" Damon whispered. Elena could detect the anxiety in his voice. "Is this the start of something?" he asked. "Or is this your way of ending of what we had only just begun?"

"I don't know." Elena admitted. "If we take this to the next level, we're going to face huge problems." she propped her head up with her hand and looked at him. "I doubt there will be a single person who would support us as a couple. We'd lose our friends and what little family we have. And right now with all what is going on with Klaus and the Originals, I'm not sure if we can afford to be together for our own safety."

Damon frowned. "I can protect you." he protested.

"Maybe." Elena agreed. "But I can't risk losing Jeremy." she lowered her eyes. "But, I'm not saying never Damon as I definitely care about you, and I suspect I'm in love with you. But if I'm to be with you, right now as things stand, love isn't going to be enough. I won't necessarily have friends to turn to if things go wrong. I need to be sure I can count on you to not go and kill someone every time there's a bump in the road. Or that you won't sleep with another woman every time we argue." Elena decided to leave out her epiphany regarding Damon being her soulmate, even though she suspected Damon knew this already.

Damon pulled her in tight. "I'd never do that to you if we were together." he said softly, kissing her temple. "So all you need is time for me to prove to you I can be the person you need me to be so you have complete support, just in case your lifelong friends abandon you for dating me?" he asked thoughtfully.

"Yes." Elena sighed as she rested her head back on Damon's chest. "I also need time to try and convince at least some of my friends and Jeremy, that what you and I have together is something special and worth fighting for. For them to realize you are the one I need in my life."

"Some friends." he muttered, causing Elena to smile. "But if that's what you need me to do Elena, I will. I promise I'll prove to you that I can keep it under control when we come across the next bump in the road." Damon said as he stroked Elena's hair.

"Thank you." Elena whispered as her eyes became heavy. "Because other than losing Jeremy, losing you would be the worst thing that could happen to me." she murmured as sleep finally took over.

"ELENA...ELENA" she heard Jeremy shouting, bringing Elena right out if her slumber.

"Shit Damon, Jeremy. Rose must have..." Elena stopped as she opened her eyes and looked around, seeing she was in her own bedroom.

ELENA!" Jeremy knocked on her bedroom door. "Are you awake?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"Umm...yeah, Jer. What's wrong?" she called out sleepily before pushing herself up into a sitting position.

"It's after nine." he called out. "Caroline has been trying to call you but you weren't answering your phone, so she called me. I think it's about helping out with the decade dance." he added.

"Okay, I'm getting up. I'll call her in a few minutes." Elena called out as she listened for Jeremy's footsteps grow ever quieter, telling her he was gone. Elena picked up her phone from her nightstand and saw eleven messages, all from Caroline. She sighed, deciding Caroline could wait as she bent over the edge of her bed and took her Damon dream diary from under her bed.

Once she pulled it out from it's hiding place, Elena opened her journal to the next empty page and began to write. Dear Diary...

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