N: I know this is really shot, but please bear with me. School and work are kicking my posterior, leaving me with no real time for writing.

This is not beta-ed, all the mistakes are mine and I apologise for them.

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King-size

Only one king-size bed in the room. That was all Damon had been able to think about for the last five hours. Even since they arrived at the hotel and he noticed that unlike the other places they had been, this one had just one room and one bed, he stopped thinking about anything else but that. He was standing in front of hundreds maybe thousands of people talking about sex equality in the work field and women's rights, but all he wanted was a room with two beds.

He wondered if he'd be able to keep his hands off of her. Just about everything his wife was doing lately was a big turn on for Damon. Whatever she was putting on make-up, getting dressed or simply brushing her smooth straight hair, he would gaze at her, impossible to make out what was so fascinating to have him staring. He'd always been able to admit her beauty, but this time…this time was not just the way she looked that got him mesmerized. It was the way she moved, the way she talked, especially the way she smiled.

"Thank you very much and I will be expecting your support in November," Damon concluded. He descended the small stage surrounded by ovations and applause. It took Elijah and other two security guys about twenty minutes to get him and Elena out of the adoring crowd. When they finally arrived at the small rented car, Damon took off his blazer and threw it in the backseat.

"You have to go now if you want to make it at the assembly plant on time," Elijah pointed out seeing that Damon was taking his time. "Do you still have the address?" he asked and Damon took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Yes, it's right here."

"Good, you can't miss the building; it's yellow, with small windows. It will be on your left. Katherine," he turned to face Elena. "I'll call you a cab then I'll be taking a call in the office and I'll join you and Stefan as soon as I'm done."

"No need for a cab Elijah, I'll go with Damon," Elena said and before Elijah had time to react, she snuck in the passenger seat of the car.

"Katherine it's a worker's union not a tea party, you won't fit in," Elijah protested.

"It's ok, Elijah she can come with me."

"But I –"

"If Damon want's me there, I'll go," Elena snapped interrupting Elijah before he got the chance to even begin his sentence.

Damon bit his tongue to keep from telling Katherine that there were many other places he would rather have her than a dirty factory full of sweaty workers.

By the time Damon got into the driver seat Elena took off her pale yellow jacket, which left her in her matching camisole. Damon new that underneath that camisole she was wearing a champagne colored lacy bra and in the cups of her bra there were her firm, full breasts. He picked through the door as she was getting dressed in the small bathroom back at the hotel. Before her accident, Katherine had no problem exposing herself to him as often as possible and in the boldest way, but that was no longer the case. She was only changing either in another room or using the bathroom, far away from his priding eyes. It was driving Damon insane. He didn't remember ever wanting to see her change in front of him more than he wanted it at this moment. He wanted to look at her as she took off those silky clothes. Who was he kidding? He wanted her period.

"You did a great job, Damon. You kept it real and I know they will appreciate that. Of course, your particular charm helped too. They were eating your words; especially the blonde girl in that pale pink dress. What color were her panties?"

"She wasn't wearing any," he fired.

Elena's teasing smile disappeared in an instant. She felt as if he slapped her. Damon could tell his direct words had wounded her, but he couldn't help it, the words just slipped off his tongue. A part of him just wanted to make her feel just as miserable as he was.

"Did you notice that I avoided the abortion issue?"

"No."

"I didn't know what to say. Maybe you should've been the one up there explaining it to them," he said. His words, could, merciless, meant to hurt her.

"I told you I'm sorry, I wasn't in my right mind, ok. What do you want from me? What is this really about?" she snapped. Elena felt as if Damon was doing his best to hurt her, but she couldn't quite put a finger on 'why', and she wanted to know so she could try to fix it. Just like she was trying to fix everything his wife messed up in his life.

Damon took a deep breath. 'Because if the damn king-size bed waiting for us in the hotel room. Because I have to remind myself of everything you did wrong, of every amount of pain you caused me and my daughter, so that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't want you this much' Damon answered if his head. by the time he came up with a plausible lie, they arrived at their destination and a delegation was already there expecting them.

"Put your jacket on, your nipples are showing? Or are you doing that on purpose? Get a little attention from the workers."

"Go to hell," Elena whispered with a smile as she put on her jacket, just like she intended to.

***Lucky***

Despite every argument he had against her, Damon had to give her credit for recovering from their fight the way she did. She wasn't acting like a spoiled girl the way she used to. She was campaigning along with him, shaking even the dirtiest hands and greeting every worker with a warm smile and kind words. Elijah had been right, she was definitely not fitting in, but that didn't stop her, nor did the heat or the thick smell of motors and sweat. People were talking to her and she as listening intently, answering their questions as best and honest as she was capable of. She was also the first by his side when something struck him and he went down.