N: Just a DE chapter, does not help the plot advance in any way, but after all the drama, I thought some Delena was much needed. Hope you'll enjoy and leave me a review. I am very grateful for each and every word you guys write to me. I am estimating another 3 or 4 chapters after this one. Once "Lucky 13" is completed I will go back to "Target: Love" – for those of you following that one.

The next chapter (next week) will be very much plot, "Katherine" will be confronted by someone on her feelings for Damon and NOT in a gentle way.

I cannot push you anymore

After a brief stop inside Anna's room for Damon to say hi and give his daughter the promised gift, Damon and Elena made their way towards their room.

"I am go –"

"So I shou –"

They both started talking at the same time, stopping the moment they realized it. Elena giggled softly and told Damon that he should go first and say what he wanted to say.

"Oh, I insist," Damon urged.

"I just wanted to say that I am going to take a shower if you don't mind."

"No, please go ahead, I had the same idea, but I will go after you."

Elena smiled and nodded. She picked up her bathrobe and made her way into the bathroom. Only after the door closed behind her, Elena allowed herself to finally take a deep breath. She took off her clothes, stopping for a minute to look at the small bruise forming on her knee due to the way she positioned herself above Damon in the car. Each time she moved on top of him, her knee hit the car-door. She brushed her fingers over it; she could barely feel the pain. As she took off her necklace, Elena noticed the small love-bite on her left shoulder and a shiver went through her body at the memory of that bite. After removing the last clothing article, she got inside the shower cabin and let the cold water spray her burning body.

When Elena came out of the bathroom, Damon had already stripped down to his underwear and he had a white towel around his shoulders. She just told her she was done and he took her place in the bathroom. Elena took advantage of the time Damon spent in the shower to apply some lotion on her skin, some perfume at her joints and brush her hair. She slipped on a pale blue negligée and she was just putting her necklace back on hen Damn came out of the bathroom. She turned to look at him and her breath got caught in her throat. There he was, Damon Salvatore, in all his naked glory. No clothes, no towels, nothing to cover up his perfection. Elena's curious eyes followed the thin line of black hair from his bellybutton all the way down. Even though he towel dried himself, there were still a few drops of water that escaped the tyranny of the towel and were now sliding unashamed all over his skin. Her mouth watered at the sight of a tiny drop of water gliding slowly over his impressive erection. He was only half hard, but already bigger than most men Elena had seen naked. She found him beautiful and fascinating, she could spend days just discovering him. When her eyes found his, she could read the desire in them. She recognized it, because that was exactly how she felt.

"I can't do it anymore," he said softly and Elena tilted her head to let him know she was not sure what he meant by that. "Ignore you, pretend you are not there, pretend I don't want you. I used to be able to just push you out of my mind, but not anymore. I don't know what you are doing now and you didn't do then, but I can no longer ignore you." Elena swallowed hard. Her mouth was no longer watery, but dry and hard to move. "The way you move, the way you talk, the way you smell or the way you touch me, I can't really tell what is so different about these things, but I know I have never wanted you as much as right now."

Her. He wanted her, Elena, not Katherine. He liked the way she moved, the way she talked and the way she smelled. Elena felt like crying, but she realized that Damon might have questions if his cold-blooded wife would start crying after a few nice words. He wouldn't understand how much those words meant to her.

"I no longer understand your games or if you are indeed playing a game, but I don't care. All I can think about is you…I want to hold you, to touch you, to kiss you. Do you have any objections?" he asked.

"Just one."

"What's that?"

"Turn off the lights," she said and smiled sweetly at him. He smiled back and turned the lights off just liked she asked. He had to admit he was intrigued by this new found sense of decency of hers. Katherine had no problem parading herself naked in front of him before, but now, instead of being naked she would wear one of those nightgowns. He could see her nipples pocking through the thin material and he was driving him crazy in a way that seeing her completely naked never did.

Damon made his way towards Elena and cupped her face, gently pushing her head backwards. His lips closed over hers and Elena's hands went around his neck. The kiss was gentle at first, but soon Damon's tongue slipped inside and started stroking her own just as his left hand started caressing her bare thighs. Elena felt her legs liquefy under his expert touch. After exploring her mouth every way he wanted to, he moved on to kiss her neck and shoulders. When her hand closed over one of her breaths, she thought he will take off her clothing, but he didn't, instead he started sucking her nipples through the material leaving a wet spot on it. Like any wet piece of material, it turned could and every time the wet clothing came in contact with her erect nipples, Elena felt a pressure deep in her lower belly.

"Leave it on," he whispered as he kneeled in front of her. She held her breath the whole time it took Damon to take off her tongues. Damon placed her right foot on his shoulder and started kissing her ankle, slowly moving up to her calf. His hand didn't lose any time, it found her heated core and he pressed his thumb over her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make it feel good. Once Damon's mouth reached her joints, Elena almost lost her balance. She placed her hand on the wall in order to keep herself from falling. His mouth was warm and his tongue was wet, playful and curious. When his lips caught her clit and gently sucked on it, a wild growl came from Elena's throat making Damon stop and look at her. There was passion and lust in her eyes and as soon as her light brown ones found Damon's icy blues, he saw something he used to see at the beginning, when they first met, he saw love. He could be wrong of course, he had been wrong before where Katherine was concerned, but he didn't care. For the time being, he will pretend his wife was in love with him.

After he was done teasing her with his mouth, Damon picked her up and cared her to bed. She was so light, he felt like he was holding a bag of feathers. He placed her carefully on the mattress, covering her body with his.

It Damon all night to please his wife in every way he wanted to. She moaned, she screamed she pushed and chanted his name and he enjoyed every single sound coming out of her mouth, every single touch and every stroke inside her welcoming warmth.