First of all, I really want to thank you guys for your amazing feedback, it really means a lot to me!

Now, I forgot to mention something, what happened in the last chapter and what is happening in this chapter is all impulsive. They don't think about anything, they don't think about the consequences, and since they're too far away from home, it feels like it's just the two of them, and no one else matters. But the reality will come crashing back very soon, I can promise you that!

So, now, to the chapter, I am putting the murders on hold for this one, it is a little shorter than the last, lighter and fluffier, I was in a good mood! I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it :)

Elena felt something tickling her legs. She opened her eyes and looked down sleepily, to see that the reason was the water that was coming in waves, and splashing her and Damon. The first emotion that filled her body was happiness and a warm, fuzzy feeling appeared in her stomach as the memories of last night came rushing back to her. She remembered his lips touching her skin, her hand entangled in his hair, and their bodies moving like one. She hadn't felt like that in so long, she had decided that after she got married she would never feel the butterflies in her stomach, the sweaty palms and how her heart was skipping a beat every time she saw him, but here she was, experiencing it all over again. She just couldn't deny that yesterday was magical – the beach, the sea, him – everything was perfect; it was almost like in a fairytale. But in fairytales the princess isn't married, Elena thought to herself. The weirdest thing about everything was that Elena didn't feel guilty about sleeping with Damon, because it made her feel again, something Stefan had failed a million times at. And not only when it came to sex, well, the sex was amazing of course, she didn't remember when was the last time she had such an orgasm, and let alone two in one night, but there was something more between them, and this was what was scaring her. She could feel the connection that was slowly building up, a connection that their little activity last night had strengthened. It would be so much easier if she could say that this was just a one – time thing, and she could blame it on the rush of adrenalin or something, but she knew she would be lying to herself, and that she would do it again in a heartbeat. This wasn't her, she thought. If someone had told her a month ago, that she would now be in this situation, and have no regrets, she would just laugh in their face. But she had found this feeling again, the feeling of happiness, and she was determined to hold on to it for dear life. How can something that makes you happy be wrong? If wanting to be happy made her selfish, or a bad person, then let it be, she had been through enough, and she deserved to feel happy for a while, maybe even for a night.

Damon opened his eyes, and saw the beautiful brunette lying onto his chest, and the smile instantly appeared on his face. He couldn't say if she was awake or not, because he couldn't see her face, but just having her in his arms was making him… happy, he slowly realized and his heart started racing in his chest. After Katherine, he thought he would never feel like that again, he was sure she had taken his ability to feel again. She had walked out on him and left nothing but devastation after her. But here he was again, feeling. He couldn't miss, even if he tried, how their bodies responded to each other, how they matched. He had been with a lot of women, and that's why he knew that what he felt yesterday was a feeling that you get one or twice in a lifetime, if you're lucky. He wanted to say it was just a one night stand, but he couldn't, because then he would not only lie to her, but he would also lie to himself. He was scared of both, what he was starting to feel for this woman, and how she would react when she wakes up. For all he knew she could get up, and slap him in the face.

They stood there, in silence, both of them lost in their thoughts, until Elena felt Damon's racing heart below her, and said hastily:

"Damon?"

She lifted her head and locked her doe eyes with his blue ones, which were now perfectly matching the calm sea before them. He looked at her, but instead of what he had expected to see – regret, guilt, even maybe disgust – he saw a huge smile on her face. It was the last thing he expected and it really shook him to his very core. She was glowing and he couldn't hide the huge smile that appeared on his face.

"Good morning" He replied and deciding to be bald, gave her a quick kiss. She just smiled in his lips and kissed him back with more force, wanting to taste him again. He let her climb on top of him, without breaking the kiss. She chucked as she felt how he was pressing against her.

"Good morning to you, too." She lifted her head, and a whole bunch of emotions went through her face – surprise, confusion, surprise again, and in the end a little hint of panic.

"What?" Damon asked seeing her expression.

"Damon what time is it?"

He reached out and grabbed the first phone that he could get a hold of. It was Elena's.

"6:15. Why?""

"Oh my god, Damon, get up!" She demanded, the panic note still in her voice.

"Why, Elena, what's going on?" He looked very confused.

"It's morning, Damon, people will start coming here every minute, what if somebody sees us?"

"Well, maybe they can learn a thing or two?" He commented cockily, not loosening his grip on her. He pulled her close for another kiss, and he felt how she gave in right away.

"No!" She said in his lips after a few moments. "We have to go, Damon, come on!"

He let out an irritated growl, and let her go. She got up and started looking for her clothes, which were all over the beach. After she put on her bra, she looked at Damon, who was just getting up.

"What? I am enjoying the view." He said in an innocent tone, giving her an amused and in the same time lustful look.

She just rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help and chuckled a little.

"Damon, where are my panties?" She asked him, while scanning the beach.

"How could I know?"

"You were the one who took them off last night." Elena explained, continuing her search.

"Well, last night, your panties were the least of my worries." He smirked at her, not being able to contain his laughter.

"It's not funny!" She exclaimed.

"It is." He responded, still quietly laughing at her. "You should really see your face right now, it's priceless."

Elena threw her shoe at him and decided there was no point in searching for her panties right now. She put her dress on, and turned to Damon who was putting on his pants.

"Zip me." She ordered.

"Aren't we all bossy today?" He smiled cockily at her, but did as she told him.

After that Elena put her shoes on and turned to see Damon again. He had dressed as well, and was now putting his gun back in place.

"You're wearing a gun?" She said, a little surprised. There were times when she was forgetting that he was actually an FBI agent and having a gun was in his job description.

"Of course I have a gun, Elena." He laughed at her.

"I want to learn how to use one." She said, as she watched him. The idea had just come to her, she had never thought about it before, but now, it seemed like the most appropriate thing to do. She was being threatened by someone; the least she could do was learn how to defend herself.

"You want to use a gun?" Damon rose his brow to her.

"Yes." She replied firmly. "And don't tell me you're one of those guys, who think that women are incapable of handling a weapon or defending themselves?" She snapped at him instantly.

"Hey, I did not say that. It's actually a good thing, you should do it, I will teach you." He said, determination appearing on his face.

"Really?" She was genuinely surprised; she had expected him to object or something like that.

"Yes, it's a dangerous weapon; after all, if someone is teaching you how to use it, it will be me."

She smiled at him again and motioned for him to start walking.

When they got to their hotel, Elena understood the expression "walk of shame". While walking down the lobby, she couldn't miss the looks she was getting. Maybe it was because her hair was a mess or because she had her shoes in her hand, but nonetheless she felt a little bit uncomfortable. She let out a sigh of relief, when they finally got to their room.

Damon watched amusedly how she clumsily took off her clothes and said:

"I am going in the shower, I have sand everywhere." She smiled and entered the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open. Damon took that as an invitation, and quickly hopped in the shower with her.

"Let me help you clean it up, then…" he whispered in her ear, making her jump slightly.

"Damon, what are you-" She started but she was cut off by his kisses. He started at her neck and moved down to her shoulders, kissing every piece of skin he could get to. She turned to face him; the hot water was running down their bodies, as Damon pushed her to the wall, trapping her with his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, granting him access to her. She started showering his neck with kisses, and smiled as she heard the low panting that escaped his mouth. She moved her hand down to his throbbing member, and wrapped her hand around it, moving it up and down his shaft.

He leaned down and kissed her fiercely, wanting to feel all of her. His tongue was exploring every corner of her mouth, and she buried her hand in his hair, pulling it slightly, her other hand was still on his cock, positioning it at her entrance. He teased her a little, earning himself a pouty look from her, and finally entered her, pushing her little body to the wall. Her head hit the wall, and she felt a little pain, which combined with the pleasure he was giving her, made it even more amazing. The feeling of having him again was impossible to describe. It was like they could read each other's minds, understanding exactly what the other wanted at every minute. It was like they completed each other, like two pieces of puzzle, fitting perfectly together.

"Damon!" She cried out his name in pleasure, as he kept thrusting in and out of her.

Damon couldn't describe the feeling that had taken over him. When he was with her, it was like nothing else mattered, and the most important thing for him was to make her happy. He had had sex for five lifetimes ahead, but he had never, in his life, felt something similar to that. He increased his pace, slamming her body into the wall. After that he moved his hand down, and started rubbing her with his thumb, making her cries even louder.

Elena moved her hand from his hair to his back, sticking her nails into him, as she kept screaming his name, all of her senses overwhelmed by him. They kept moving rhythmically and after a few moments, he felt how her body tensed up, her walls tightened around him, and her release came shortly after, leaving her breathless and dizzy. With one more thrust he came as well, his orgasm shaking him to his core.

They smiled at each other, and for his surprise Elena was the first one to say something:

"This was…" she started, but she just couldn't find the words.

"I know." He smiled at her.

He gave her a quick kiss and stepped out of the shower, he didn't even bother getting dressed; he just walked to his bedroom, and slipped under the sheets, feeling how tired he actually was. He started drifting away, when he felt the shift of the mattress, indicating that Elena had laid next to him. He smiled, as he felt how she moved the sheet to cover her body, and snuggled next to him, wrapping her hand around his waist. He put his hand over hers, squeezing it lightly, and shortly after they both fell asleep.

Elena woke up to find Damon sleeping next to her… again. She had done it again, she thought, she gave in again, and she didn't regret it in the slightest. Guilt was trying to creep up on her, but it wasn't because of what she and Damon had done, it appeared the moment her thoughts drifted to Stefan, but she was pushing them away, telling herself she didn't have to think about this, yet. Right now, she felt on cloud nine, and she wouldn't let anything ruin her happy moment. She hadn't had much of those in a long time, and all she wanted was to hold on to it. Her lips found their way to Damon's neck and she started kissing him softly, slightly sucking at his skin.

"Mmm…" He murmured in a pleased voice.

"Good, you're awake," she started, not taking her lips off his neck. "I'm hungry" She mumbled against his skin, smiling a little.

"Well, when you're kissing me like that, you're making it kind of hard for me to think about food." He said with a half moan. Next thing she knew, he had rolled her over, and was now lying on top of her, kissing his way up to her lips. He crashed his lips into hers hungrily, sucking on her lower one.

"Damon…" She panted against him. "I really am hungry."

He lifted his head, and their eyes locked, his piercing blue gaze was so intense that Elena felt like squirming.

"Then I have just the place for you" He smiled at her, and kissed her on the nose quickly, before rolling off of her.

They both put on jeans and a t-shirt, and quickly left the room. When they got downstairs and Damon just moved past their car, Elena looked at him surprised:

"No car?"

"Nope. Come on sunshine, walking is healthy, it's good for you." She knew he meant the 'sunshine' kind of sarcastically, but this didn't stop her stomach from dropping. While they were walking down the street she wondered for a little while, before deciding to take the risk, and took his hand in hers. At first he was a little startled by her gesture, but after that, she saw how his face slightly lit up, and he entangled his fingers with hers. They walked like that, hand in hand, while they reached a little restaurant in one corner. It didn't seem like much, but Elena thought if Damon had brought her here, there must have been a reason. They got in, and Damon chose a distant table, where they could get their privacy.

A waitress came and handed them their menus, and Elena couldn't miss the look she gave Damon, even if she tried to poke her eyes out. She just rolled her eyes, and took the menu off her hand a little ruder than she meant to. They both looked at the dishes, and after they had chosen, Elena left her menu aside, and looked at Damon.

"So what's this place?" She asked.

"My mom used to bring me here, whenever we stopped by." He replied. "I have a lot of childhood memories in this place. I almost broke my head over there once." He pointed to the other end of the room, where there was a big table.

"How?" She asked, amused.

"I was little, and of course, like every little child I was running around like an idiot, and the floor was wet, so, I slipped and fell right into the corner of the table. My mom freaked out and got me to the hospital right away, I actually had five stitches." He smiled, thinking back of the memory.

Elena imagine a little Damon, running around, being naughty, and she couldn't help and chuckled to herself.

The waitress came back and took their orders, throwing Damon playful looks all the time.

"Is there anything else you need?" She asked him in a seductive tone.

"No, he's fine." Elena answered coldly and shoved the menu in her hand. "You can go now, that will be all for now."

The other woman gave her a poisonous look, and Damon just smirked from across the table, but he didn't say a word. At this moment his phone rang, and he smiled as he saw the caller ID.

"Speaking of the devil" He murmured, somehow amused and picked up the phone. "Hey, mom!"

Elena didn't know if it was either because of his phone, or his mom was talking loudly, but she could hear every word she said.

"So, how is my boy?" She had a nice, soft voice.

"I'm fine, momma, how are you?" Damon smiled in the phone.

"I'm fine as well. Where have you been, I haven't heard from you in weeks, I got worried." A note of slight panic went through her voice.

"I was just buried in work, I am sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything." He responded. "And by the way, you couldn't guess where I am now."

"Where?"

"At that little restaurant in Beverly Hills we used to come, when I was little, remember?"

"How can I forget, you almost broke your head there!" She laughed. "Are you with a girl?"

"Yes, mom, I am with a girl." Damon was barely containing his laughter now.

"Ooh, sweetie, I am so happy for you, after…" She stopped for a moment. "Well, let's just say I thought I would never hear those words again." She knew that her son had changed after what happened, and she didn't like it, but then again, she had never interfered with his life, and she wouldn't start now.

"Yeah, momma, I know, but right now, I really need to hang up, it's inappropriate to let a lady wait, you thought me that, remember?"

"Yes, of course, honey, just call more often, kay?"

"Sure." He promised.

"I Love you."

"Me too."

He hung up and looked at Elena.

"Well, from what I heard, your mom seems like a lovely person." She stated.

"She is." Damon smiled.

"What was she talking about… about the…?" Elena tried, not sure if she had the right to ask this question.

Damon stared at his glass for a moment, before answering.

"Well believe it or not, I was actually engaged once." He confessed, waiting for her response. She just nodded and waited for him to continue. Damon's throat felt dry, only thinking about what had happened, and he tried to clear it.

"Can we please not talk about this, right now? Someday, I promise, I will tell you everything." He asked her, and recognizing the pleading in his voice, she replied:

"Of course, whenever you're ready." She smiled at him again, and he felt a big burden falling off his chest, the last thing he wanted was to ruin his perfectly happy weekend, with talks about the past. He gave her a grateful look, and changed the subject.

They spent the rest of the night laughing and talking about pretty much everything that didn't involve their past, or in Elena's case, her present as well. It was really amazing for both of them, how they could forget about everything around them, while being with each other. It was like time had frozen for them, and it felt incredible. They both refused to think about the time when they would have to face their problems again, right now, it was just them.

Around midnight, Damon, despite Elena's protests that he was spoiling her too much, paid the bill and they left again, hand in hand. They knew that their little paradise would be over in a day, so they decided to make the most of it. When they got back to their hotel, they gave in to the temptation over and over again, not being able to get enough of each other. It was weird to Damon, because usually after one night, he would get tired of a woman, but with Elena it was different, after every time she was leaving him craving her even more.

Six hours, and four orgasms later, they were both too exhausted, so they just fell asleep, only to be woken up by Damon's phone a couple of hours later. He picked up sleepily but after a few moments he was wide awake, his eyes wandering around the place. Elena sat up in the bed, and gave Damon a weird look. He hung up and locked his eyes with hers.

"They've got a lead on the bug you planted on that man, and judging by Amanda's tone, it's not good."

So, that was it for now. The next chapter won't be so light and fluffy, since they're coming home :)