It was the last night of summer before school began, and after weeks of traveling to find Stefan to no avail, both Elena and Damon needed a break of their own. They had found a beach, and to no surprise to either of them, fires dotted the beachfront with small gatherings of people having a good time, drinking and laughing.

Elena walked across the sandy beach, delighted by the activity. She wore a mere wisp of a skirt and a light see- through cotton wrap with nothing underneath. It hung with style just covering her breasts. Her bare legs and arms shone with a deep gold tan, a gorgeous color enhanced by the fires light. A mane of chocolate coloured hair fell loose about her shoulders and reached the middle of her delicate back. She walked with confidence and a sassy little sway to her step.

Just short ways down the beach away from the small parties of young people was a raven haired man. Damon had his own small fire and blanket to rest on. She could see him ahead waiting her arrival. A bare hint of a smile lit her face, and a shy downward look, caused by him watching her approach. To Elena, he was everything, from the way he smelt that mingled with sea water and sand on a hot sultry night, the way his chest was strong and wide, shoulder's that invited her head to rest on and arms muscular and warm. Hands, dexterous, hot; knew how to make her feel good.

As Elena got closer, she could see his charming smile, the one he saved only for her. Firelight danced across his face, his eyes filled with adoration for the mature woman walking his way.

"Elena…" he said breathlessly "come here, right here," holding out his hand. Damon embraced her with a lover's hug tight and strong. She sank into him feeling his substance intoxicated by his essence.

"You look good, Elena." he said and inhaled the salty air infused with her heady natural perfume.

"You ready for this, it's our last night here." He whispered in her ear, his mouth laid kisses down her neck, eliciting a small shudder of thrill.

Elena didn't speak just yet, instead to answer him, she let her fingers explore his bare chest, and down his to his mid-section. She tilted back her head; waiting for the fiery kisses she knew would follow.

His mouth found hers and they kissed long and slow, tongues entwined tasting the passion riding just below the surface. It was easy with him, easy to just melt into his arms, so easy to let him take her, their bodies pressed tight. A hot hand ran under the wispy skirt following the curves of her ass. Another little shudder shook her body; she was hot for him as he was for her.

He pulled them both down to sit by the fire and watch the waves slap against the shore, waves that would soon be hers, waves of wanting, of aching pleasures. "Sit here…" he patted the area between his legs. Without arguing Elena sat her back to him resting on his chest, they both could watch the water lapping at the sand. A slight breeze from the sea lifted her skirt baring her to him. The burning fire warmed the already steamy air.

Leaning close to her ear he whispered "I'm going to make you mine, Elena." His voice soothed and thrilled her at the same time, she knew what to expect.

"Damon…" she said biting her bottom lip "you sure we should do it here, right out in the open?" suddenly having second thoughts someone could certainly come by.

This would be their last night together on the beach; they would go home and forget what had happened. They would live theirs, Elena with Stefan and Damon with whatever floozy came his way. Her heart ached; the past week had been bliss, no worries, or cares. Just she and Damon caught in the heat of passion.

As if knowing her thoughts, Damon answered her question with a sweep of his hand under her skirt lightly touching her sex and running up under the wrap caressing her breasts. She relaxed and turned to face him on her knees, he wore just white lose cotton pants fastened by a cloth tie. She undid it, and pushed him back to lie on the blanket. Her intentions were clear he would have to get naked first.

Elena tugged at the cotton pants inch by inch pulling them down releasing his hard cock.
Giving him an impish smile proud of her achievement he lay there gazing at her, hungry for her touch. She looked so hot, and sexy the firelight playing over her skin, illuminating her features in a most pleasing way.

Another impish smile crossed her face, as she slid around facing away. Any worries of someone watching were long forgotten as they indulged in hot-blooded passions.

She sucked at his sex, and he lapped at her clit. Breeze from the sea, cooled her wet slit sending shivers down her spine. They pleasured each other for some time, muffled gasps flow through the breeze as he continued his sensual movements. Lifting her head she gasped unable to control the sweet sounds coming from her. As his tongue slowed to a dull pace she turned to face him. She was beautiful, the way the sweat beaded off her forehead, and the way her cheeks turned a bright pink. Damon was in his heaven, placing his hands onto her waist they kissed again. Pushing her softly he changed their positions. His gaze enveloped the sweet woman under him. Brushing the light cotton wrap aside revealing her fragrant skin and honey colored breasts he smiled. Bliss was for her as he bent down sucking the tantalizing mounds.

A small crowd had gathered at a respectful distance awed by the mature couple, their unhurried lovemaking, and their practiced strokes unlike the young couples who were frenzied in their movements. The firelight caught their concert of reverence for each other.

His tongue moved down her body, sucking and teasing the flesh. A soft whimper shook his body. "Elena…" he said filled with lust.

"Please…" she whimpered again.

Licking his bottom lip Damon entered her slow and easy, like a man savoring every moment of an extraordinary event. They swayed together while the firelight danced over there skin and a breeze from the sea, cooled there heated bodies. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocky shore,
accompanied by the sounds of heavy breathing filled the air. Running a shaky hand through her hair he smiled, wishing that at the end of this she would be his and his alone.

"Damon…" she managed to say until a soft moan escape her lips.

"I know…" he said, thrusting deeper into her causing both to tremble.

Knowing how close she was he rode the waves of her body, thrusting faster and deeper into her until her body shook. This was for her, to show her what he could offer, a loving man who knew her body better than anyone. But, she would go back to him, to her boring life filled with meaningless adventures, and he would sit in the back as he watched everything unfold.

The small crowd moved back and away leaving the couple to finish what they started. Elena's cries of ecstasy could be heard over the surf crashing against the shore.

"Damon…" she whispered, digging her nails into his back.

How he wish she would have chosen him, and not his brother. Shaking the thoughts, at this moment she belonged to him, he was the one causing the screams of delight, not Stefan.

Bending down they kissed, their tongues intertwined with one another, he loved the way she tasted on his tongue. Feeling her body tighten, and him close to the edge he gave a few last hard thrusts causing a muffled scream from Elena. Resting his forehead on hers as he gave one final thrust Damon sighed. No one would compare to this woman.

"I love you, Elena…" he said planting one last kiss on her lips.

"And I love you, Damon." She said without hesitation.

As they both had gotten dressed, and the fire soon dying out Damon didn't want the evening to end. The week they shared, and the laughs they had, he wasn't ready to let that go. Feeling a soft hand rest against his shoulder made him look up.

"You know what you need to do…" Elena said regrettably.

"Why can't you just be with me? Why him? What does he have that I don't?" Damon asked standing up to face her.

"Damon…you know why. It would never work; you would get bored and move on without any thought put behind it." She said wrapping her arms around his waist as she burry herself into his chest.

"This could be so much easier…I want you to remember what he had, and what we've done." He said resting his chin on top of her head.

"I know, but it's the only way…" slowly she lifted her hand pushing away the locks of hair from one side to the other.

Damon couldn't argue, not with her. If he could feel his heart, he knew it would be breaking as he unclasped the necklace that hung from her neck. "I love you, Elena Gilbert…" he said once again before placing his lips against hers for the final time.

"I know…" was all she could say as she felt a tear roll down her cheek.

Looking into her eyes intently Damon hated this part "You will forget this week happened. We travelled from city to city looking for Stefan, nothing more. Just two friends hanging out, do you understand?"

"I understand." She said sluggish.

"Good, now you need to put this necklace on, and we will continue our travels. Can you do that for me Elena?" he said handing her the necklace.

"Of course." She said placing the necklace back onto her neck.

Blinking multiple times Elena looked up at Damon "Sorry, I must have zoned out there. What were you saying?"

"I was just saying we should get back to Mystic Falls. Obviously Stefan doesn't want to be found." He said putting out the fire.

"Right." She said watching him "Thank you for tonight. I really needed a break from it all. It was nice to just hang out as friends." Giving a small smile she began to walk down the beach.

Damon ran a hand through his hair as he watched the love of his life walk back to the car. One day she would be his, one day he wouldn't be caught in the background. One day she'd realize that forgetting the thoughts of each other was a mistake…Until then he would wait, like a good little boy. He would wait until Stefan messed up.

"Are you coming?" she said looking over her shoulder.

"Yeah, coming." He said running over to her side and into the night where everything was forgotten.