N: And another short chapter coming your way…sorry about that, in my defence it does contain something you've all waited for, for so long. As usual, not beta-ed, all the mistakes belong to me and me only.

Last night episode left a bitter taste in my mouth…not happy with this season at all.

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Deal with it!

By the way Damon was looking at her Elena knew she was in trouble. Once she arrived in front of the building, the doorman welcomed her with a bright smile. She returned the favour, making her way towards Damon.

"Here she is Mr. Salvatore. I told you she'll be back soon," he said cheerfully and Damon nodded and smiled, but Elena knew it was a very fake smile and that underneath, he was boiling. A part of her understood him and his reaction, but still, she was not Katherine and Elena Gilbert was not accustomed to someone like Damon. He was always watching her, expecting her to do something wrong any minute and Elena could feel the pressure. Not because she might make one of Katherine's mistakes, but she was scared that Damon might notice something he didn't notice before.

"You got me worried, Katherine," Damon said sweetly – too sweetly. He grabbed her hand and only Elena knew the force of his fingers pushing into her skin. To an outsider, they just looked like an ordinary couple. The worried husband, relived his beloved was safe and sound. But they were no ordinary couple, Elena knew better. They walked – or more like he dragged her – towards the elevators. Damon didn't say a word; he didn't even look at her. Once inside the big box, Elena was grateful for the young couple that joined them. She knew that if they would've been alone, Damon would've started asking questions and she was not ready for that. She craved those extra minute before they reached their destination.

When they finally arrived in their hotel room and the door closed behind Damon, Elena's pulse accelerated. She thought she would be more prepared once they arrive inside the room, but she didn't feel ready at all. Damon's eyes were as intimidating as always and that did not help. He was mad and she knew it.

"Where the hell have you been?" Damon asked. His voice was calm and collected even if his words were harsh and that scared Elena even more.

"I went to the McDonald around the corner. I didn't eat much at dinner so I thought I'll grab something to eat while you talk to your brother."

"Who was that guy?"

Elena was debating whatever she should play dumb or not. It didn't seem like a good idea since he obviously saw her with Jeremy. Maybe she could tell him he was a stranger asking for indications or something. Of course, that would've worked, except she had no idea how much Damon saw. She knew there was no way he heard her, but he saw her talk with him.

"Was he a drug dealer?"

She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. "Was he a drug dealer, Katherine?" he asked again, but didn't wait for her answer. "I know you used to smoke with Rebekah, but I never thought you'll go out in plain sight to buy it. May I remind you that I am a public figure, Katherine? If anyone saw you buying dr –"

"Stop." Elena surprised herself by yelling at him. "He was not a drug dealer. Would you stop saying that? That was Jeremy Lovejoy. The one that filmed the commercial at the house, remember?" She never thought that the truth was the answer, but after it came out of her mouth, she realized it was the best way to deal with the situation. Jeremy had been at the ranch to film the commercial after all, so this time she played it close to the truth.

Elena took a few steps back, turned around and started removing her jewellery, dropping them on the desk. At the moment she felt in much need to do something with her hands and that was all that she could find fitting to do.

"What were you doing with him?"

"Walking. Geez, Damon what's the big deal. I met him at McDonald and after he schooled me about being by myself at night he offered to walk me to the hotel."

"He has a point."

"I was hungry and you were busy, as you always are. If it's not Stefan that wants something from you it's Elijah. There's always something. I know how long your discussions can last I just wanted something to eat."

"There is room-service."

"I wanted some air."

"For Christ's sake, open a window next time. What was with you today?"

So he did notice. She wasn't sure he was paying attention to her all day, he seemed quite distant. She should've known better, he was always looking after her and he had that annoying ability to read her when she was upset, angry or scared.

"Nothing."

"There was something, Kat. Don't lie to me. You'd been on edge all day. What have you done this time?"

"Why do you always assume I've done something?"

"Because…" Damon stopped for a few seconds. "Because it's you," he finished.

"I wasn't out to buy weed and I wasn't having a secret rendezvous, what do you want from me, Damon?"

"I want you to not go out in the middle of the night all alone."

"Alone," Elena laughed. "Damon, we are never alone."

"We are now," he mumbled. That was the moment they both realized they were standing face to face in the middle of the room. Their rapid panting made their chests almost touch. Damon didn't lose any time; he closed his arms around her middle, placing them on the small of her back, pulling her against him with such a force that Elena's breath stopped for a second. His lips fell on hers and Elena's feet turned into jelly from desire.

Damon walked her backward until her back hit the wall and used his hands to pin her there. He didn't know that she would never run. She belonged to him and she would do anything for him. It was enough for him to look at her in a certain way and she would explode with desire for him.

Every stroke of his tongue was pushing Elena closer and closer to her climax. He was rubbing her body shamelessly against him, needing more. A growl escaped her through as she felt his erection against her core. Their kiss was carnal and primal, exposing their build up desire. Elena's fingers were digging into his biceps. With trembling hands she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders. Her ager mouth found his collarbone and started sliding lower towards the middle of his bare chest making Damon moan softly.

In a fast movement, he turned Elena around, forcing her to face the wall. He found the zipper of her dress and pulled it down, kissing the back of her neck at the same time. Once the dress fell at her feet, Elena's mind came back to reality. He will know. She thought. He will look at her and he will know she wasn't Katherine. But that didn't happen because Damon was no longer using his sight, but only his touch. His eyes were close and his mouth was gliding all over her neck and shoulders. When he turned her back to face him, he knocked over a few cards and papers from the desk but he didn't seem to care.

That was it. That was the moment she had been waiting for, the moment when Damon will need her. And he needed her now, she could tell, by the way he way holding her and touching her and kissing every inch of her body.

"Bed," he mumbled, but Elena's mind was taking its time to realize what he meant. "You are my wife, I'm not going to fuck you against a wall," he explained.

But, why not? Elena thought. She couldn't believe that her: Elena Gilbert was perfectly fine with being "fucked" against the wall. To her release Damon turned off the lights before picking her up and walking towards the bed. He placed her naked body gently on the mattress and pulled back just for a minute to take off his jeans. Elena swallowed loudly, taking in deep breaths in a failed attempt to calm herself.

When Damon finally let his body cover hers, Elena was more than ready to receive him. He buried his nose in her hair and nuzzled her ear and neck. Palming her breasts, he lifted them, passing his thumbs over her erect nipples. Elena's body was responding to his every touch, like it had always belonged to him and him only.

"Damon," she cried out his name when he started sucking on one of her rigid peaks.

"Hush," he pressed his index finger over her lips, making Elena hold in another needy moan. His hands were traveling all over her body, touching, feeling, pushing, and working his magic on her. It felt surreal to be in his arms.

Slowly, he buried himself inside her humid satin and Elena thought she might disappear or liquefy from the many sensations taking over her body. It felt so good having him inside of her that she wished he would never stop.

After a few in and out movements, Damon was done. He pulled out, rolled on his side of the bed and turned around. That was it, no words, no good-night-kiss, nothing. He just turned his back on her like nothing had happened. Elena just did the same. She buried her face in the pillow allowing the material to absorb her tears.