Chapter 3: The Secret

"Elena, what the hell is he doing here?" Jeremy stomped around the corner and was walking right towards me.

"Jer, calm down. Everything is fine."

"Yeah Jer, everything is fine." I said through my teeth as I grinned at him. Why must he come barging in when everything started to go my way?

"Shut up, Damon. Seriously Elena, what's going on?"

"Listen, we're just talking-"

"That didn't look like talking to me."

"Yeah, Elena. Talking involves lips moving and noises coming out of your mouth. What we were doing definitely didn't come close to talking." My grin turned into a smirk.

"Shut up, Damon." Elena was now facing me with a very stern and sexy look before focusing her attention back on her idiot of a brother.

"Jer. I don't expect you to understand what's happening but seriously we're just talking. I haven't seen Damon in a year, we're just catching up is all."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I promise." She's fine, Jeremy. Leave. Maybe I should've snapped his neck when I had the chance. No, no that would be bad.

"Fine. If you need anything just call me."

Elena was grabbing at Jeremy's arms, pushing him towards the door and giving him that I-promise-I'm-okay-look she gives him way too much. "I will."

The moment the door was shut I was at her side, hands on her hips and pushing my lower half into her. That feeling was enough to send a man into shock, probably kill him, too.

"Damon, we've never done this before.." She whispered into my neck and I could almost hear her purring, music to my ears.

"I know."

"We really should talk about everything…"

"And we will talk, but that's for later. I have more important things to do, mainly you."

She gasped at my words and I used that to my complete advantage, pressing our mouths together. We moved from being pushed against the door, to the wall, to her bedroom door and finally to her bed. Oh, sweet victory. Elena tangled her fingers into my hair as I lifted her up and onto the bed, pulling at it lightly when I ran my teeth along her neck. How the hell did I go through living life without this? I'm pretty sure it took all of one minute before all clothing was off and the moaning began.

I opened my eyes to find her cradled against my side; this was a new experience for me. Normally after sex I'm gone or she's gone, but no. We're both here and it actually felt right. I ran my thumb along her arm slowly, I didn't want to wake her but at the same time I did. As much as I hated to admit it we did need to talk.

"Elena?"

"Hmm.."

"Get up, it's past noon."

"Five more minutes."

"Fine, five more minutes but if you don't get up then I'm dragging you out of bed myself."

"Mhmm." And with that she was fast asleep again. Adorable.

I decided to get up and give her a little longer than five minutes. By the time I showered, dried myself off, got dressed and brushed my teeth 45 minutes went by and it was definitely time for her to get up. I crawled onto the bed but that didn't seem to make her stir.

"Elena. Time to get up. Lots to talk about and do today."

"Mm, five more minutes, please."

"It's been 45 minutes, I think that's long enough."

"No." She covered her face with the blankets and shuffled underneath me. Stefan was right in all of his stupid journals, she's cute.

"Get. Up. Now."

"Make me."

"I don't think sleepy girls want guys to do that."

"Five more minutes."

A very heavy sigh left my body. I can't argue with the sleepy girl I love. "I'm going to say this one more time, it's time to get up."

I could feel her moving underneath me again and after a minute of silence a small giggle came out from under the blanket. "No."

Well, I warned her that I wouldn't say it again. I gripped onto the blanket and tore it away, flinging it off the bed. Before she could even think about escaping from underneath me my hands were pinning hers above her head. I could hear Elena's breathing get short and I knew she was paying attention now. Pressing small kisses along her neck I couldn't help but smile against her soft skin. She wiggled underneath me once more so I took my hands and slid them down her sides to pin her hips onto the bed.

"I told you I wouldn't say it again." I breathed into her ear.

"I told you to make me get up."

"While this is all very fun and trust me, very sexy. We need to talk about the other important things."

"What's more important than doing me?" Who could argue with that?