Elena's heart hammered in her chest. She was almost shaking in a combination of seething jealousy mixed with nerves at his impending answer. She kept her arms folded tightly across her chest as she waited for Damon's reply. He still had his back to her; he continued to pour his drink, set the bottle down, lift his glass and take a drink… the suspense of his answer was killing her. She didn't know what she was more afraid of, facing his anger again or facing his answer.

Elena was about to turn and leave when he did turn around, and to her utmost surprise he had the biggest smirk on his face.

"Are you jealous?" Damon said lightly, his eyes playfully mocking her.

Elena's jaw dropped, she expected him to either reject her in favour of Katherine or else to rebuke her for questioning his love for her. She stumbled around in her head for an answer.

"I..You…what?" she managed to shoot out, shaking her head as she awkwardly shuffled her feet on the rug.

"Are. You. Jealous?" Damon repeated slowly, the glint in his eyes was suddenly maddening to her.

"You're such a jerk, Damon!" she snapped. "You know what?... never mind. I'm going home."

Elena marched away from him and pulled her shoes on which she'd abandoned in front of the television.

She heard Damon's footsteps slowly follow her. "Leaving so soon?" he smiled and she could have killed him in that moment. Stupid, cocky Vampire. Now where were her keys? She began furiously searching for them; she lifted the cushions from the couch up and threw them away but found nothing. She looked under the coffee table but nothing. She marched past a smirking Damon and went to the kitchen but she couldn't place them, it was only when she heard him chuckle softly she had an idea.

"Give me my keys." She said sharply holding out her hand.

"Elena, I don't have your car keys…" Damon smiled, leaning casually against the door frame.

"I said…" Elena thundered, closing her eyes in frustration "give me my keys."

She opened her eyes quickly when she heard him moving. He walked slowly to her and his eyes were so intense that she took a step back from him until she came into contact with the big wooden table and then she was trapped.

"I don't have your fucking keys, Elena." Damon said sharply, as he backed her into the table further so she was leaning backwards. He stopped only when there were a few millimetres between their bodies. His eyes bore into hers seductively; she could practically feel the sexual tension rolling off them in waves. Her eyes couldn't leave his and she gasped loudly as he slid his hand roughly into her jeans.

"Found them." He whispered into her ear as he swiftly pulled his hand from her right jean pocket, placed them into her hand and folded her fingers around them. "Bye then."

He had only taken a few steps away when she said "Wait."

Against his will he did. He stopped in his tracks like he always did when she asked him to.

"What?" he said with his back to her. "What is it now?"

"Fuck me." She said in a quiet voice.

"Excuse me?" Damon said whirling around "I thought you were leaving?"

"I can't." she said "You know I can't. Just…fuck me Damon. Please!"

He didn't hesitate this time. He turned and went to her in a flash. He moaned when she moulded her lips around his and sucked hungrily on his bottom lip, while she kicked her shoes off again.

Damon grabbed her hips and lifted her roughly onto the table top. Elena removed her wine coloured jumper before she ripped Damon's grey sweater off him. She pulled her blue jeans and knickers down awkwardly and then opened her legs wide, pulling Damon back in between them by his belt. She kissed and nipped at his glorious torso while she furiously undid his belt and jeans, pushing them down past his knees.

Damon pulled her to the very edge of the kitchen table and thrust his large erection into her. He was grasping her tightly around her buttocks as he rammed his cock in and out of her at a furious pace. It was rough and anything but gentle and safe but it was always what she seemed to need, it was anything that wasn't Stefan.

"Oh, Right there." Elena called out as Damon's cock preformed its magic. She clung to him.

"Kiss me." She said urgently but Damon ignored her and kept his face pressed into the crook of her neck as he pounded into her.

She was on the edge of vertical bliss but she wanted his tongue in her mouth, needed it. "Damon. Please. Kiss me."

He pulled his head back and leaned into her ear. "Tell me you were jealous?" he groaned

She gasped, he was playing her. She wasn't giving in; she could go without his kiss… his ridiculously erotic kissing.

"Oh God." Damon called out, pushing her roughly down onto the table so her top half was flat out. He doubled his efforts and fucked her harder, both of her breasts jiggled free from her bra and bounced deliciously with every thust.

"That's it…fuck me harder…" Elena yelled

Damon groaned and slowed down to practically a stop.

"No!" Elena moaned trying to thrust her hips faster.

"Elena." Damon said, holding her hips down and ever so slowly rocked his dick into her heat.

"Say it." Damon ordered

Elena shook her head, his cock was causing the biggest but slowest friction to her pussy and the intensity of it was mind blowing, this was exactly what she needed now.

"Say it." Damon repeated as he hit her special spot making her scream

Elena whimpered, her walls were starting to flutter slightly around him

"I'm jealous!" she shouted. "I'm jealous of her, you're mine!"

Damon brought his face to hers and kissed her. The second his tongue danced with hers Elena finally began to unravel. She came around his cock, her walls clamping down on him and squeezing him intensely until he squirted his load inside her.

"You're mine." Elena repeated in a shaking voice as held his face and trembled.

"I'm yours." Damon panted into her open mouth before he kissed her again.