AN: Here we go!

Damon

After my night with Elena, I drove straight to the freeway, instead of taking the immediate right turn that led down my driveway. I needed to think, and driving gave me that. The highway was empty when I turned off the exit, so I made an illegal turn in the middle of the seven lanes, heading away from the city. The lights behind me faded into the distance, leaving me alone with the road and my low-beams. Elena. I hadn't been able to get her out of my head since I left, hell, since I picked her up. That body begged to be touched, those lips begged to be kissed and that… Whoa, Damon! She's your best friend!

I was a little disappointed that she didn't fight me over the whole dating issue though. Elena hates Katherine, I know she does. I can see straight through her lies, and those little smiles and nice words are pure bullshit. So when she didn't argue, or at least express her disapproval about my taking the next step with Katherine, I was surprised. I at least expected a sarcastic "whatever makes you happy, Damon." But again, Elena seemed different, not in the looks, she'd always had those, but in the personality, the confidence. She was radiating all night long, if I looked hard enough, I'm sure I could've seen a visible aura.

Is that where this sudden change came from for me? Was it the confidence that turned me on so much? Katherine oozed confidence, but it was different. Katherine's confidence was more due to the fact that she understands she can use her body to get what she wants, making her haughty and proud. On the other hand, Elena's confidence is new and refreshing, like she's finally become sure of herself.

Speaking of Katherine, I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. I was supposed to be with her now after all.

She picked up after the fourth ring. "Damon," she purred. "Miss me already?"

I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn't see. "You wanna come over tonight?"

"Sure, I'll be over in ten." She said, and hung up. That was another thing about Katherine, she didn't like conversation. Scratch that. She likes talking, just only when she can talk about herself.

I pulled up to my house more than thirty minutes later, finding the door already unlocked. Closing it behind me, I shrugged off my suit jacket and threw it on the banister, before heading to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. Just as I opened the fridge, I heard a female voice call my name. I turned to find Katherine dressed in nothing but burgundy lingerie. I was glad I hadn't grabbed anything, because I would've dropped it at the sight of her. Damn, she was sexy.

She began to stalk towards me, "You know Damon, you weren't here and I got bored." In the light of the refrigerator, she ran her fingers around my neck and down the collar of my dress shirt. "My clothes must've just disappeared somewhere."

With a growl, I grabbed her and pulled her into me, while she ripped my shirt off. I kissed her hungrily and she kissed me back, shoving her tongue in my mouth, while she got rid of my pants with practiced ease. Everything was hard, and rough, and fast, like it always was. I backed her into the counter, and lifted her up, guiding her legs around my waist, letting my hardness press into her core. She moaned into my mouth, and unhooked her bra, pressing her bare chest into mine. Something felt off right away, I pulled back and stared at her breasts. They looked much bigger, and had lost all of their warmth.

She noticed my staring. "I went up two cup sizes," she stated simply, taking both of my hands off of her waist and placing them on top of her breasts. They felt wrong, but when her hand cupped me, I wasn't really concerned anymore. I ripped her underwear off, and massaged her clit while she rid me of my own boxers and stroked my hard on. We both came undone minutes later and I rested my weight on the counter until I could trust my own feet again. In the light of the fridge, I found my clothes, while she went to find hers. That was how it was with Katherine, meet up, have the best sex of your life, and leave again. But, then again, it was great sex.

She returned with her clothes in place, and gave me a hurried kiss on the lips before running to the door. I stopped her, before she could make it more than five feet. "You wanna go out tomorrow?"

Her mouth dropped for a second, but she had her mask back before I could blink.

She gave me a shrug, "Sure." And with that, she was out the door.

Sure? Katherine wasn't much of a "single man" type. In and out was more of her style. But all motivations aside, I was going out with Katherine Peirce. Damn good accomplishment, if I do say so myself.

When I slid into bed later that night, I positioned my body so it faced out of the left window, the one that looked on Elena's house. I'd spent enough nights in her bedroom to know that she couldn't see my house from hers, too many trees in the way. However, mine was on a slight incline, while hers rested in a dip, letting me see straight onto her house, and more importantly, right into her window. I don't like falling asleep until Elena's bedroom light is off, signaling her sleep. I need to make sure she's okay before I even think about slumber for myself. She's the most important thing in my life, she really is. Sometimes I suck at showing it, but I think she knows how much I care about her.

She's my best friend, almost my sister, except brothers do not think about sisters the way I've been thinking about Elena all night. Elena in bed with me, Elena waking up in the morning, Elena in the shower, going out with Elena for lunch, kissing Elena, Elena in bed with me, Elena naked, Elena in bed with me…

Okay, I need to stop! Thinking about Elena like that is defiling to her image. She hasn't had sex, ever. (I know!) I'm honestly surprised. She's a beautiful girl, and would have no problem getting it if she wanted too. Guys are all over her, and I want to kill each and every one of them. They're all cat calls and wolf whistles and lingering stares.

After her senior graduation, we drove down to Florida, our own little road trip. We'd needed a break from driving at around 2AM and stopped at a trucking station on the Maryland border, to get some snacks. The men in there hadn't seen a girl in a while, let alone one as gorgeous as Elena. They did what most men do, stared a little too long, but one of them, went a little too far. He was big and muscular, with tattoos everywhere. He stared like the rest of them, but then he had the audacity to try and talk to her.

"Hey, sweet cheeks. What's a beauty like you doing up here alone?"

I growled a bit, "She is not alone."

Elena laid her hand on my arm. "Damon…" she warned, "it's fine."

"It's not fine."

The man hopped off of his stool. "Don't tell her what's fine and what's not, boy." He walked towards me a bit, and I shifted in front of Elena. "I'll tell you what's fine, though. That ass of hers, and those tits. I saw both of 'em and I wanted to…"

But he didn't get a chance to tell us about what he wanted, because my fist connected with his face. I must've hit him hard, because he fell to the floor clutching his face and howling. Elena grabbed my hand and towed me out of the store and into the car. We drove on the highway for a while, but she started to beg me to pull over when she saw how angry I was. My knuckles were white on the wheel, and I was shaking. No one gets to talk to Elena like that; she is too perfect for the minds of those bastards. I wanted to run back there and kill that man, and pummel all of his cronies too, then I would go after any guy that ever looked at her for a second too long. I would take her far away and make sure no one hurt her. Elena was mine.

Elena is mine. And none of those idiots are taking her virginity. She told me herself that she's waiting for the right person, for the man that she truly loves. My first time was fumbling and awkward, and the girl was way older and much more experienced than me. Elena's first time can't be anything other than perfect; it has to blow her mind. Being with Elena won't even be fucking, it'll be making love. It will be beautiful, just like her. I'll take her up so high that the… Wait.

When did Elena's mystery man become me? Holy fuck. I'm way more screwed than I thought I was. It was the dress. It was the dress. Just go to sleep and it will all go away by the morning.

Elena

I'm crazy! I'm completely stupid! I thought for maybe just a second, I'd seen a change in Damon. For just a minute I thought I saw the look in his eyes that I'd always wanted to see there. Want. In my mind, I saw his eyes darken, and his gaze linger. But of course, I made it all up in my head. Stupid Elena, he'll never love you. He wants Katherine. He wants to be with Katherine. Not me. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I started to cry all over again. Of course he wouldn't want me. I'm just good old Elena, childhood best friend. I'm average looking, my nose is weird and my face looks like shit when I cry. I can't compete with Katherine Peirce, who's basically a freaking supermodel! She's beautiful, and I'm just…me. Who'd pick me when they had her?

I finally moved from the floor by the door and made my way to the bathroom. God, I looked like complete hell. My face was red and puffy, my eyes looked like they were squashed into my brain, and my makeup was turning my whole face black. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed at my face as hard as I could, hard enough to make my skin raw to the touch. I sunk into bed, and turned to face the window looking out on Damon's house, like I did every night. I can't see the house from where I am, but I like to imagine I can see him getting into bed and turning off the light. It's like I need to make sure he's safe before I even consider sleep. But tonight, when I imagined him in his bedroom, Katherine was there making love to him. And I was all alone in this big old empty house. My eyes threatened to spill over again, but this time, I refused them. I rolled over to my other side, and looked at the empty bed before me. If only he could be here with me.

After a long day, he would just lay here next to me, and we could talk about whatever we needed too. He would hold my hand under the covers and make me feel safer than I'd ever felt before. We would fall asleep wound into each other. Right before we slipped into dreams he would whisper in my ear.

"I love you, Lena."

I would snuggle deeper into him, trying to become a part of him. And I would whisper back.

"I love you too, Damon."

But instead of sleeping in Damon's arms, I'm completely alone, while he seeks comfort with another woman. I bury my head in my pillow and cry, lulling myself to sleep.

The next morning, I looked like complete hell. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and cry again. But I'm not a wimp anymore. I'm strong, and confidant and no man can bring me down. I dressed as sexy as I could, telling myself that the better I looked, the better I would feel. But, I still felt downtrodden, like there was something resting on my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. The only thing I had to look forward to today was seeing Caroline. I really liked having her as a friend, hell, I liked having a friend.

When I came through the elevator that morning, Caroline gave me a bright grin, and then jumped up to give me a hug.

"Elena!" she shrieked as she attempted to squeeze the breath out of my lungs. That girl had some strong arms. I gasped a little. "Car…oline!"

"Oh sorry!" she released me, and then gave me a second or two to remember how to breathe again.

"How'd last night go?" she questioned, "With Damon?" Like I was with anyone else last night. I considered lying, telling her that we'd had a great time, and pushing her away. But that was so old Elena. Caroline is my friend, granted, she's only been my friend for 24 hours, but she's the best I've got and I need to tell her what really happened.

I sighed a little bit. "Everything was going great, but then he had to bring up Katherine and…"

"Wait, who's Katherine?"

"One of Damon's one night stands. But their one night stand turned into many night stands, and now Damon wants to date her." I cringed when I said the words.

"He told you that?"

"Yeah."

"Well we'll just have to get that bitch out of his life for good!" Caroline decided. Now there was something I agreed with.

The work day went as it always did, and soon I found myself parking at the end of my driveway and walking to the house again. It'd been a full sixteen hours since I'd last seen Damon and I missed him. But I stayed home alone, like I always did, and watched TV, pretending that he sat next to me.

I must've dozed off, because when I looked at the clock again, it was nearly eleven, and I knew I hadn't watched three hours of TV shows. But then I realized the reason why I had awoken. There was somebody pounding on my front door, and they were pounding hard. I could see the vibrations from where I sat on the couch. I threw my blanket off, and grumbled about getting up. Those stupid cable guys. They don't seem to understand that eleven o'clock is a completely unreasonable hour? The knocking continued, and I was going to ignore it until it went away, like I did with most of my other problems. But then I heard a voice.

"Lena!" Damon. I practically ran to the front door and pulled it open. He looked a little sheepish for making so much noise. "Can I come in?"

"Umm. Yes?" When was the last time he asked to enter my house? How about never?

He stormed in, pushing right by me. I was more than a little confused now. I shut the door, and turned to find him pacing in my living room. "Damon?" I asked cautiously. "Is something wrong?"

He turned to face me. "Yes, Elena! Something is wrong." When he didn't elaborate, I pressed a little bit. "Care to enlighten me?"

He glared at me. "I can't! Because you can't enlighten the problem of itself!"

I was trying to process. Wait, I was the problem? "Wait, are you saying that I'm…"

Before I could blink, he was right in front of me, toes touching, stomachs brushing. I couldn't breathe; electricity was flowing through us, from me to him, from him to me.

"The problem, Elena. You're the problem." I looked up at him, but I wasn't prepared for how close his face was to mine. Our noses brushed and we breathed the same air.

"You're the problem Elena." He said it a little softer this time.

"I can't think anymore. You've turned my whole mind upside down. Katherine came over today, but I didn't want her, because all I could think about was you." I drew in a shaky breath. "That dress you wore last night threw me over the edge. All I can think about is your eyes and your smile and those lips, I want to reveal your perfect body, and wrap your legs around my waist."

Yes. Yes. YES! His words were amazingly sexy and I wanted all of it. He pressed his forehead into mine and cocked it to the side. The contact made me explode, sending more sparks straight to my core.

"Why are you plaguing my mind? Why can't I think of anyone but you? I've spent all day at work just wishing I was with you." He slowly guided me back into the wall and pressed his hands on either side of my head. I could barely breathe, I'd forgotten how.

"Elena…" he whispered. And then he kissed me.

His lips were warm over mine, and the fire within me grew even more. Shivers crawled up my arms. Damon is kissing me. Damon is kissing me!

I've waited for this moment for most of my life, for the feel of his mouth on mine. I kissed him back, trying to show him how much I wanted him. His hands left the wall and came to cradle my face. I'd never felt anything more tender in my whole life, and the emotion made me want to cry. I grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket instead, and pulled him farther toward me.

I was on fire. I was burning. I melted under his touch. This is where I belonged, with Damon. Kissing Damon. His hands glided down my body and came to rest at my waist, pulling my lower body taut against his, letting me feel his arousal. I gasped into his mouth, while he ground against me. Oh God. I needed him closer. I pulled at his jacket and threw in on the floor before attacking his mouth with renewed vigor. He tasted perfect, and I couldn't get enough. Damon wants me!

His tongue slid along my bottom lip and met my own, eliciting a moan from me. He growled deep in his throat, and pulled my t-shirt over my head, finding my naked chest. He pressed kisses all over my collarbone while I slid his shirt off. God, he was perfect. I traced my hands all over his chest and stomach, marveling at the feel of his smooth muscles and warm skin. I've wanted to do this so many times, to touch him freely, and now I can. His fingers were dancing up and down my spine, and his mouth had returned to mine, and it was doing such wonderful things. He pulled back and mumbled my name against my lips before locking me in another searing kiss.

I started, and found myself on my couch with the TV still on. It took me a minute to place where I was, and where Damon had gone. But then I got it. It was a dream!

Damnit! I groaned, and still very much aroused, I buried my face into the cushions, hoping for sleep that wasn't plagued with demon dreams.

AN: Don't hate me! Tell me what you thought? xxx

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