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"No. No. No," Elena said as she worked her way through the rack of dresses, moving on to the next one. "Ugly, tacky, boring. Ugh, why is this so hard?"

"Maybe because the Founder's Christmas Ball is tomorrow and you saved this shopping trip until the very last minute?" Damon asked. They were at Elena's favorite clothing boutique, yet the options at this point were pretty limited.

Elena groaned in frustration. "This is impossible! And I can't even wear one of my older dresses because they all burned to a crisp when I set the house on fire. I'm going to have to literally go to the Founder's Christmas Ball dressed as the Paper Bag Princess."

Damon laughed. "I don't think the situation is that dire."

Elena wasn't seeing the humor though. She wanted a magical night, and a magical night needed a magical dress. She kept flipping through the racks, becoming more frantic with each minute and not noticing as Damon walked over to the counter to talk to the elderly saleswoman.

"Maude," he said, reading from her nametag. Damon gave her his most charming smile. "I think you have something in the back for me?"

Elena wasn't having any luck and was starting to consider calling Caroline to see if she could borrow something. She was rummaging around in her bag for her cell phone when Damon returned.

"How about this one?" her boyfriend asked, holding up the ball gown.

Elena's eyes widened. The dress was a deep, royal purple, strapless with a sweetheart neckline on a beaded bodice. She was in love with it instantly.

"Where did you find this?" she demanded, taking it from him. She checked the tag. "It's my size too!"

"Fancy that," Damon said innocently. She looked up at him again.

"Seriously, where was it?"

Damon gave her a sly look. "In the back room…" Elena studied him suspiciously. "…because I asked them to put it there three weeks ago," he finished.

She threw herself at him, wrapping both her arms and the dress around his shoulders as she kissed him hard on the mouth.

"You are the best boyfriend in the entire world," she said as she pulled away.

"Don't thank me yet, go try it on," he told her, shooing her towards the dressing rooms. Elena gave him a wide grin and practically skipped in that direction. Damon followed her and sat down on the bench opposite the door she had disappeared behind.

"It's perfect!" she called out a couple minutes later.

"Do I get to see?" he asked, getting to his feet.

She opened the door a sliver and peaked out sheepishly. "I need you to help me with the zipper at the back anyway."

Damon stepped in as she opened the door more fully for him and he got a proper look at her.

"Wow," he said. The dress complimented her figure perfectly, cinching in around her waist and falling gracefully down to the floor. In it Elena managed to look soft, feminine and incredibly sexy all at once.

"Wow," he repeated, staring unapologetically.

Elena was practically glowing at him. "I know!" she said. He couldn't help but laugh at her.

"Turn around," he said. She did as he asked, turning away to face the mirror and sweeping her hair off to the side so it wouldn't get caught in the zipper.

Damon pulled the zipper slowly up her back, lingering on her bare skin. He caught her eye in the mirror and saw her shiver as he ran his fingers lightly over her back.

"I think it fits," he whispered near her ear, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her neck.

"Mmmm," Elena said in agreement. His hands were now resting on her waist and she felt a familiar feeling stirring within her as she watched him watching her in the mirror.

"You look so beautiful," Damon murmured against her skin, his lips still placing kisses along her slender neck. She tried very hard not to melt under his attentions.

You're in a public place, Elena, she reminded herself sternly. But when Damon spun her around in his arms to face him and she found herself staring right into his penetrating blue eyes she forgot why that mattered. Then he kissed her, and nothing else mattered at all.

She was dimly aware of Damon reaching for the door that had been previously left half way open, shutting it and fumbling with the lock as he kissed her with passion. Then she was up against the wall and he was devouring her, pressing himself up against her body and she could feel his erection, proof of his physical reaction to her.

Elena kissed him back, her hands going instinctively to his hair, playing with the messy locks as Damon's hands roamed her body. She felt an undeniable ache building up inside of her, in her lower belly and between her legs. She wanted him so badly, but they were not doing this here. They weren't.

Damon had bunched the material of her dress up on one side as they had been kissing and was now trying to reach underneath the skirt.

"Damon, stop!" she hissed at him, slapping his hand lightly. "We're going to get caught!"

He shrugged. "If we do, we'll just compel her to forget," Damon said, his voice quiet. That gave Elena a moment of pause. She had to admit he had a point...

But no, this wasn't right and anyway this was Mystic Falls – what if the shopkeeper had vervain in her system or something? Not to mention that they might be able to erase someone else's memory but that wouldn't erase the embarrassment and humiliation Elena would feel at being caught like this in a dressing room of all places.

"Damon, don't," she moaned as he persisted, his hand moving up her leg underneath the fabric of her dress. She clenched her legs shut to try to dissuade him.

"Don't?" he asked, repeating it as a question. He caressed the inside of her upper thigh, just inches away from her core. She was frozen still, unable to speak again because she knew she'd be lying to both of them if she told him she didn't want him to keep doing what he was doing.

"I'll tell you what, babe," he whispered in her ear. "I'll stop if you're not half as wet as I think you are, okay?"

"Damon-" she whined, about to protest again, but he caught her off guard by grabbing her leg and lifting it up to wrap around his waist. Her thighs no longer clenched together, there was nothing to stop him from going for what he wanted. Fuck, she wanted him to.

"Are you going to deny it?" he whispered roughly, his fingers creeping closer to her panties.

"Damon, we shouldn't," Elena tried, but even she could smell her arousal in the air. She tried to squirm away from him one last time but he had her right where he wanted her.

His eyes bore into hers as his fingers reached their prize, and he didn't hesitate as he slipped underneath her damp underwear to her dripping wet folds. Elena's cheeks were flushed, a mixture of arousal, fear and embarrassment playing across her face. But she wasn't stopping him.

"Mmmmhmmm." Damon smiled with satisfaction. "That's what I thought." He nudged a finger inside of her easily and Elena gasped.

Damon reclaimed her lips with his own, swallowing up the noises she normally made for him as he fingered her. He added a second finger to her tight pussy, moving in and out insistently.

Damon's tongue teased hers sweetly as his fingers teased her mercilessly underneath the purple gown. Elena could feel her orgasm building up in her and she wondered desperately how she was going to keep quiet if he made her come like this.

"How's the dress, dear?" Maude's voice interrupted suddenly, sounding surprisingly nearby.

The look on Elena's face was priceless Damon thought to himself as he tried not to laugh.

"Great, it's great!" Elena managed to call out. Damon refused to slow his fingers inside of her and she found herself grinding down against them as she wished that the floor would just swallow them both up and get them out of this.

"Where did that handsome gentleman of yours go?" said the voice from the other side of the door. Damon waggled his eyebrows at her and she tried to glare at him but it was hard to do when he was plunging his fingers in and out of her.

"He went across the street to get a tie," Elena lied shakily.

"Oh," Maude said. There was silence, and Elena prayed the woman had left. Damon was driving her insane, she needed to come, she felt like she was going to die – either of awkwardness or sexual frustration, she wasn't sure which.

"Do you need any help with the zipper?" Maude asked.

"No!" Elena snapped. Damon smirked at her. "No, I'm fine, thanks," she said.

"Okay then, just let me know if there's anything I can get for you," Maude told her, leaving the dressing area to head back to the front of the store. Elena let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding.

"Damon I think we need to stop," she said plaintively. Yet when he pulled his fingers out of her she was instantly disappointed. She tried not to show it.

Of course Damon was ignoring her completely and instead he was unzipping his pants, tugging them down and freeing his impressive erection.

"Stroke it," he demanded roughly. Realizing that he wasn't done with her, Elena took his cock in her hand, her eyes dark with lust as she worked up and down the hard length. Damon reached under her gown again and had soon resumed his previous actions. Her cunt was soaking wet by now, and he fingered her with an intensity that caused the need in her to build up to a nearly unbearable level.

"Tell me you want it Elena," he demanded softly. She whimpered, still trying so hard to be quiet. He stilled his fingers within her and her eyes flew open to meet his gaze. The air between them was electric and Elena realized suddenly how completely incapable she was of saying no to Damon. If she didn't know for certain that the sire bond had been broken she would have almost have believed that's what it was. But this was just them, just the way they were because she knew Damon couldn't say no to her either. It was terrifying, but also exhilarating. Damon turned everything upside-down for her. She was his, completely.

"I want it," she admitted. "Damon-"

"Hold on to me," he said quietly. And then he was all around her – her dress hiked up to her waist – her panties being pulled down to the floor – Damon lifting her up – then he was pushing into her and she was screaming inside and biting her lip to stop herself from screaming for real.

Damon took her in sharp, desperate thrusts against the wall of the dressing room, and she drew blood from her lip as she tried to prevent herself from crying out.

Her arms were tight around his shoulders, her pussy was tight around his cock, and Damon thought she might just squeeze the life out of him if she kept it up but he couldn't think of a better way to go right now. He pounded into her as hard as he could without causing the wall of the dressing room to shake and give them away. When he noticed Elena looking sideways he glanced over and discovered what had caught her attention. Their deviant activities were reflected in the mirror – Damon's pants around his ankles, Elena's legs wrapped around him and her heels digging into his bare ass, pulling him closer to her every time he pushed back in. He had to admit, it was an unbearably hot view.

"Do you like watching yourself, Elena?" he asked her quietly. "You like watching me fuck you?"

Elena let a moan escape from her and Damon gave her a warning look. She bit down on her abused lip again as her boyfriend moved persistently against her, driving his hard cock into her over and over. He felt so good inside her, so so good that she couldn't take it anymore.

Damon looked at her face as she looked back over to the mirror, seemingly unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of their coupling for too long.

"You're a very bad girl," he told her quietly. "Are you getting off on watching yourself baby? Watching me fuck you in a dressing room because you couldn't wait until we got home?"

Suddenly Elena was shaking in his arms and her pussy was quivering all around him. As she came hard on his cock she sunk her vampire teeth into his neck, and this time it was Damon who had to stifle the scream that was trying to rip out of his throat. He was following her into oblivion just seconds later.

Elena withdrew her teeth from his skin as soon as her orgasm subsided. "Shit, sorry!" she whispered in concern. Damon just shook his head sluggishly.

"Don't worry about it," he told her.

They rested their spent bodies against each other's for a moment before Damon lowered her slowly to her unsteady feet.

"Well I think I have to get the dress now," Elena said, laughing breathlessly. Damon kissed her once more before moving away carefully and pulling his pants back up. Elena continued to lean against the wall until Damon was done.

"Unzip me?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. Damon chuckled as he reached over and slid the zipper down her back. Probably the first time he'd ever helped a woman get dressed so he could have sex with her, then helped undress her when they were done.

"I'm going to sneak outta here and pretend to come back from buying a tie across the street," he told her quietly. "I'll see you out there?" She nodded.

By the time Elena had gotten the dress off and her regular clothes back on, Damon had compelled a very disgruntled Maude – who most certainly had not been born yesterday and had heard more than Damon would care for her to remember – into thinking she had helped a delightful and beautifully innocent couple find the perfect dress. They paid for the gown and left the store without further incident, Elena oblivious to the fact that the elderly lady seemed just a little bit dazed.

"Now that's what I call a very successful shopping trip," Damon announced, throwing his arm around her as they walked down the street towards his car. She rolled her eyes, still somewhat pink in the face, but she was grinning like a fool.

A/N: Yay, Damon & Elena dressing room sex! What do you think, did it hit the spot? If you have a second to review I love hearing your reactions!