Save Myself.

-Wasted-


"It's never been about trying to look well-behaved. It's just how I am.

I guess it's a weird thing to be 19 and not ever have been drunk, but for me, it just feels normal because I don't really know any other way.

I don't know if I'd be comfortable getting wasted and not knowing what I've said.

That doesn't mean when I'm older I won't have a glass of wine.

I just don't think it's such a strange thing for me not to be wasted all the time."

-Taylor Swift.


-November 12, 2011-

"Absolutely not, Elena Marie Gilbert!" Damon yelled at her, fierce angry eyes staring into her determined brown orbs.

"What?" She questioned her best friend. "Why not?" She asked him with an angry expression.

"You, my dear," He started gazing at her seductively, "Are much too naïve, he's not good enough for you."

"God," She groaned rolling her eyes, "You sound like an overbearing father."

"Nope," He said popping the syllables, "Just a concerned, protective, best friend…who loves you."

"Damon," Her eyes softened while her shoulders slumped in slight defeat, "You don't know him well enough to start judging him."

"I know him well enough to know his type," Damon glared at her, "He's a prick, and you can do better. " He rolled his eyes playfully at her.

"Move. On. You'll thank me later, little darling."

"I will not move on!" Elena glared at him fiercely.

"If what we did on your birthday means anything to you, you should know that I only care about making you happy," He started with a gulp. "But I won't let you destroy yourself either."

"But that won't happen, Damon."

"He's trouble, Kitten."

"So are you."

"But I'd never hurt you," He said before putting on a pout wrapping his arms around her, nuzzling his face into her warm neck, "I'm your, Trouble."

"Damon," She sighed though she could feel her resolve begin to crumble slightly at the way his skin felt against her own. "Stop."

"I love you, Elena." He whispered to her gently. "I won't allow you to get hurt, just because you want to date a bad boy."

"Please, Damon," She begged. "I want your support, your blessing. Please."

"Beg all you want, Elena." He shrugged pulling away from her. "But you'll never have it; he's not the guy for you."

"Then who is?"

"I don't know, baby girl." He shook his head before sighing, "But I know with every fiber in my being, that no way in hell, is it Slater Sinclair."

She sighed figuring there was no point arguing so she walked to him, settling in his strong embrace, wrapping her arms around him like a cocoon, "I love you to, Dami." He was the probably the safest cocoon ever.

"I know you do, Laney." He sighed kissing her lightly on the forehead. "I know you do."


"I need to do something, and quickly." Damon sighed falling onto his mother's hotel couch. "I can't lose her, Ma."

She had gotten a hotel in L. A while visiting her son.

Maria sighed looking down at her son, "Then tell the poor girl how you feel, son. Elena feels the same, she just doesn't know it. She's young and naïve."

"I'm only around two years younger, Ma."

"And look how long it's taken you to figure it out;" She quipped with a knowing smirk, "She'll get it. You just have to show it to her, prove it."

"God," He groaned shaking his head, "How did this happen to me?"

She smiled, "You've been in love with Elena since that day she was born, and vice versa. It's fate, my boy, nothing you could've done to stop it. Nothing you can do."

The older woman smiled to herself, watching as her words slowly washed over her son. He still had so much to learn about love and life. He was so young and smart yet so naïve in a way. She knew what his problem was, she knew her son better than anyone on the planet. Elena was a very close second in reading her son. He was scared of being rejected; he'd taken a large chance giving everything he had to Katherine. Only to be betrayed by her and Klaus- who he thought was his friend. Now he was scared of getting back out there and giving his heart to someone else. The only problem was he didn't recognize the fact that Elena would never ever hurt him. No the girl cared too much for the boy. They were meant for each other, birds of a feather, and peas in a pod, written in the stars…however you'd like to word it. But it's true, they are meant to be. Damon and Elena, forever and always. That's what was meant to happen, yet they were only friends. Tragedy really, they'd learn the hard way. They always did.

"You'll get what you desire with time boy," She assured him with a small smile on her face. "But prepare to fight for it with all you've got."

"Why?" He whispered.

"Because, my boy," She paused smiling at him, as if she knew something he didn't. "She's worth it."

"Yeah, Ma," He smiled nodding his head. "She is so worth it."


-Los Angeles, Present Day-

Damon stared at the girl in shock. He wasn't expecting this anytime soon, it wasn't possible. It couldn't be her. She wasn't here. There was no way. How?

There in the doorway was none other than, Katherine -The Bitch- Pierce. She stood in the archway of the door, looking as delectable as she had the last day he'd seen her. July 21, 2011. God, it had been so very long, yet here there she was. Sitting there, staring at him, with such a compassionate look, one he'd never truly seen on her face. Why was she here, exactly? It was mid September of a whole new year, and it's not like he'd kept in touch with her. No, he hadn't seen her since they day she walked out, well he kicked her out. So many questions, yet not enough answers.

"How and why are you here, Katherine?" He questioned rising up from Elena's bedside.

"Damon," She sighed sadly walking further into the room. "I heard…about, 'Lena."

"Don't ever call her that !" He hissed angrily. "You have no right."

"I'm sorry," She apologized before gazing at him. "But I'm here to help."

"To help?" He scoffed as if it were the stupidest notion he'd ever heard. "Yeah, ok, Kat."

"I'm being serious, Damon." She sighed. "I want to help."

"Why?" He glared at her. "You want to ease your conscious, Katherine? Help your guilt?"

"No," she sighed. "It's not like that, alright? I really did just wanna see how she was and see if there was anything I could do."

"Leave, Katherine." He glared at her. His face was one of disgust. "And don't come back."


-July 21, 2011-

"Leave, Katherine."

"Damon," She pleaded. "Just let me explain, please!"

"Leave, and don't come back."

"Damon."

They stared into each other eyes before his gaze hardened and he grabbed her arms with a tightened grip. "Go, now."

"After everything we've been through," She sighed looking at him softly. "Please, just let me explain myself."

"Explain what, Kat? That you cheated on me, with my friend, no less! Or that you've taunted and blackmailed my best friend, for months! You hurt her, Katherine!"

"I know," She whispered. "And I'm sorry, Damon. I am so, so sorry."

"Sorry?" He laughed. "Sorry, will never erase the pain you've caused! It will never make me forgive you for what you've done. Never."

"So, what you're saying is, Elena get's to tell her side of the story," She paused her face morphing into anger. "But I don't?"

"Let's get one thing straight, you manipulative little bitch," He said slamming her up against the wall fiercely. "Elena will always get to explain herself, she's the number one girl, no person, in my life and no one can or will ever be above her on that scale. Not even you, Katherine. Not even you."

"I thought you loved me." She whispered.

"Loved you?" He laughed clutching his stomach. "No, I was young, stupid and blind. So blind that I couldn't see what a little whore you've always been. Deep down, I think I knew that you were really just a bitch,"

He smirked at her coldly, "I guess that tight little body of yours just erased those devil horns, eh?"

"Damon," She sobbed, tears streaking down her face. "Please, don't end this."

"Oh, Katherine," He sighed mockingly. "You are greatly mistaken if you think I'd ever want anything to do with you after I've seen your true colors."

"Please."

"Get the hell out of here, now."

"But-"

"Go!"

"Why are you being like this?"


-Los Angeles, Present Day-

"Why are you being like this?"

"Why?" He scoffed. "Are you fucking serious?!"

"What's going on in here?" asked Stefan as he and Caroline walked into the spacious hospital room. They'd made sure to use their last names to get her the biggest and best room available, no exceptions. Their eyes enlarged as they took in the sight of none other than the bitch herself, Katherine.

"What the hell?" Caroline muttered under her breath. She blinked twice and pinched Katherine ignoring her yelp of pain before staring at her shocked. "You're real?"

Katherine rolled her eyes amused, "I see you've gotten sharper in the last year and a half."

"Oh yeah, you're obviously real." She nodded her head. "I've never met a bigger bitch."

Katherine promptly rolled her eyes but before she could reply, Caroline swiftly spoke up. "Now tell us, what the hell around doing here, Katherine?"


-July 21, 2011-

"What the hell are you doing here, Katherine?"

Both Damon and Katherine turned to see Caroline and Elena with their arms crossed over each other watching them with pissed expressions.

Katherine stood staring at the two girls annoyed for interrupting her conversation with Damon. She thought with a few more minutes, she'd actually be getting somewhere with him, for once. And here came his beloved treasure and best friend, Elena fucking Gilbert, not to mention her bleach blonde bitch of a best friend, Caroline.

"I repeat, what the hell are you doing here, Katherine?"

"I was, trying to talk to Damon!" She snapped angrily. "That is until you so rudely interrupted."

"Bitch, please." Caroline rolled her eyes. "It's obvious he wants your ass to leave, so fucking do it."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Listen, Elena." Katherine glared at the brunette ignoring the beautiful blonde. "If you love Damon, like you say you do, wouldn't you want him to be happy even if it was with me?"

"I do love, Damon. Something you and I don't have in common." She glared at her annoyed. "And as someone who loves him I also want the best for him, and he can certainly to better than you. Now, get the fuck out."

Katherine huffed but grabbed her stuff and barged past them all, slamming the door hard behind her. The trio rolled their eyes at the typical, Katherine Pierce, dramatics. It wasn't like it didn't happen almost every-day. Because it did.

Caroline glanced at the best friends, "I'm gonna follow her, make sure she doesn't come back."

"You don't have to, Barbie."

"It's ok," Caroline giggled. "It just might piss her off, if I'm lucky." She said and both friends laughed at her cheeky expression. They watched as she to, walked out of the house.

"Are you ok, D?" Elena quizzed stepping to him and he sighed but shook his head. "Tell me about it."

"I hate her, 'Lena." He said and she bit her lip. "She's ruined you."

"What?!" She exclaimed shocked and outraged and he shrugged. "No, she didn't! I am going to be fine, I am fine."

"But, you've been so distant with me lately." He shook his head in denial. "You've been off."

"I'm sorry," She exhaled noisily. "I just thought you might want distance…from me."

"Why?" He asked her. "Why in the world, would you think that? I love you."

"I love you to, but I betrayed your trust."

"Kitten," He sighed. "I know that you were only doing that for my best interest."

"But-"

"You need to let it go, 'Lena."

"I missed you." She bit her lip.

"I've missed you to, Elena." He said with a small smile. A real smile. He held out his arms for her to cuddle into him. "Now come here,"

She giggled but quickly ran into his arms burying her head into his neck. She peppered sweet kisses on the skin there muttering her apologies, "I'm so sorry, D."

"It's ok, 'Lena." He kissed her forehead sweetly. "You know I'll always forgive you. I love you, so much."

"I love you to…more than anything."

"Then let's make a pact." He said gripping her thighs and hoisting her up, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. It wasn't sexual; it was there way of being close to one another. He carried her to the living room couch and sat down, her body straddling his. She got comfortable and he wrapped a blanket around their bodies. "Let's promise to always stay close. To never let our girlfriends or boyfriends get in the way of our friendship."

"That we'll always bee each others' number ones. To love and to cherish and be the best friend we can possibly be." She giggled.

"I promise." She whispered.

"I promise." He whispered back before pressing a kiss to her forehead and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Love you, Angel."

"Love you to, Day." She kissed his lips lightly before smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Can we go upstairs and sleep? I miss your bed."

"Yeah," He smiled picking her up again. "God, when was the last time you were even up there?" He asked carrying her up the stairs. She was so small that he could carry her no problem.

"It's been, uh, 4 months?"

"Yeah," He nodded before shaking his head. "That's never happening again."

"Good." She giggled opening the door for him once they arrived at the threshold of his room. He stepped over said threshold and kicked the door shut behind them.

"Wow," Elena laughed quietly. "Is it actually clean in here?"

"Meh," He shrugged. "I was hoping you'd come by and cleaning my room during that visit was not on the agenda."

"Oi," She chuckled. "Someone was trying to impress his bestie."

He set her down on the edge of the bed and quickly stripped of his shirt. She ogled him with a dazed look in her brown eyes. He smirked seeing her check out his shirtless clad form, "See something you like, Kitten?"

"In your dreams, shitwit." She giggled.

"Suuuure, love." He smirked at her.

She rested on her stomach holding her head up with her hand, her elbows digging into the cushion of the bed. "I'm the only girl you've ever admitted your love to." She muttered.

He glanced back at her over his should as he ran his hands through his hair. "Yeah,"

"Why is that, though?" She asked him curiously. "I thought you loved Katherine."

He sighed unbuttoning his jeans and stripping of them until he was in his boxers, she admired his sexy hips and firm behind. He slipped on simple grey sweat pants. "I thought I did and I was wrong, Sparky."

"You haven't called me that since I was 14."

"Well, you haven't lit anything on fire since you were, 14." He shrugged with a smirk.

"So why now?"

He shrugged, "I don't know, Princess."

"You have so many names for me."

"Well, sunshine." He smiled. "I've been there since the day you were born, and I'm your best friend, nicknames are a given."

"Maybe," She smiled. "Or maybe you just love being affectionate with me, sweetie."

"Well I can be affectionate with you, love." He said kneeling by the bed and kissing her cheek. "You're my girl."

"I am you're girl." She whispered.

"Good," He smirked at her pecking her sweet plump lips. "Now, go get changed into your jammies."

"I can't."

"Why not, Angel?"

"Katherine brought me all my stuff that I had in here after the time I caught her and Klaus. She told me I wouldn't need as I wouldn't be staying over ever again."

"That bitch!" He snarled. He cupped her cheeks and looked into her doe brown eyes. "You understand that she'll never hurt you again, right? I'll never let anything happen to you, 'Lena."

She smiled and kissed his cheek, "I know, D. I know you'd never hurt me, let alone allow someone else do it."

He sighed in relief, "Excellent. Now, let's get you something to wear."

"Can I wear a button up?"

"Anything you want, love."


-July 23, 2011-

The sun cascaded through the windows of the hotel room. Two bodies with contrast skin were snuggled up together, naked, the covers twisting with their bodies. Damon was on his back, black hair slightly in his closed eyes, and a beautiful slightly younger girl snuggled to his chest. Her olive tanned body was wrapped in the silk pristine sheets. Her hair was tussled from the night before when he'd gripped all of it in a fist as he took her from behind. Her body was flushed from the hours of hot, sweaty, passionate sex they'd had for hours. Her firm behind was slightly red from when he'd spanked her. She'd never known just how amazing sex could be, especially with the one person you love much. He'd tapped into a part of her she hadn't even known existed. He hit parts she hadn't even known were there. He made her feel things she never thought possible; made her do and thin the unbelievable. She'd never even thought of the hair pulling, spanking and or rough sex; he had simply asked her to trust him with her body then brought her higher than a mountain. They'd only slept a few hours as they'd spent the entire night and wee hours of the morning making sweet love.

He looked down at his beautiful best friend and lightly kissed her forehead, "Elena." He cooed. "Wake up, little darling."

"Mmm," She moaned. "Elena's sleeping." She muttered sleepily snuggling into his chest with a small kiss the muscled skin.

He chuckled, "Come on, we have to meet our moms' in an hour and a half for breakfast."

She pouted sweetly at him leaning up to kiss his chin, "Can't we call to reschedule?"

"You know they do this every year after each of our birthdays'."

"I know," She sighed. "But you've kept me up for hours, I need sleep."

"Oi," He scoffed. "I kept you up, darling?!"

She giggled, "Mmm." She nodded.

"You weren't complaining about lack of sleep when you were screaming my name."

"I didn't want to be rude."

"Oh," He smirked playfully at her. "Is that right?"

"Oh definitely," She giggled. "For sure."

"Well then," He smirked rolling on top of her. "I guess I'll just have to punish you then."

"Please," She scoffed. "You couldn't hurt a fly."

"You're gonna get it now, Trouble." With that he attacked her with kisses and tickled her without mercy until tears were streaming down her face as she cackled loudly. No matter what, this is what they were about. Best friends, 'till the very end.

"There you two are!" Miranda exclaimed as Damon and Elena rushed to their table at the small café. It was one that had a few outside tables but the sidewalk. Miranda and Maria were sat at a small table for four.

"Sorry we're late," Elena bit her lip smiling at both women, pecking both their cheeks before gracefully sitting down. Damon did the same.

"That's alright, darling." Maria smiled at her.

"Where were you two, exactly?" Miranda asked with a raised eye brow.

"Just overslept." She shrugged indifferently.

"Oh," Miranda remarked biting her lip slightly before smiling. "Right, ok. Breakfast?"

"Sure." Elena smiled. "I'd love some," Damon nodded along stealing a glance at his girl. Her body was glowing with such a grace that had both mothers envious. They'd never seen that glow on Elena, but they had experienced it themselves. It was the type of feeling a young girl got after giving up their innocence, but willingly and a great experience. To the older women, it was obvious. The best friends were in love and showing it.


"You were right, darling." Maria smiled at the beautiful young girl she considered a daughter.

"So you saw the whole stealing glances, sexual tension thing they had going on, right?" Caroline rambled clapping her hands twice in excitement.

"Actually, my daughter had this certain…glow about her. You're familiar with the glow, right Caroline."

"What glow?"

"The one after intercourse with the one you love." Maria smirked knowingly.

"Although I do understand, I'm afraid I wouldn't know."

"No?"

"Nope. Matt was and will never be the love of my life." She shook her head.

"Matt, Caroline?" Miranda bit her lip to stifle her giggles. "Honey, I could have told you that."

"Really?" Caroline said skeptically.

"Sweetie, as much as me all know and love the fact that Matt's a sweetheart." She said. "You've got far too much talent, style and energy for him to handle. He's far to tame for you."

"You think so, Ma?"

Miranda and Maria smiled at the nickname, "Mmhmm."

"Absolutely, for sure." Miranda nodded.

"I don't know what I'd do without you to," Caroline smiled widely. "I love my mom but she doesn't really get me."

"That's alight dear," Maria smiled at her. "You know we're here when you need us."

"That's why I love you guys; it's like having two non-judgmental adoptive mothers."

The women laughed full heartedly, "We love you to." They smiled bringing the young blonde into a hug.

"So just to confirm, we think Elena is no longer version?" Caroline asked seriously and the women chuckled loudly.

"Yes."

"Well, when she told me he'd do it, I figured she'd back out."

"Hey," Miranda smirked. "Give my daughter a little credit, would you?"

"Sorry," The blonde laughed and the two women couldn't help but to chuckle along with her.


Two best friends stumbled into Elena's house; lips attached to one another's, the hold unbreakable. Their hands were everywhere all over the others' body, no patch of skin un-explored. The only sound that filled the house was the sound of their moaning and groans of pleasure. Her hands raked through the raven black hair that she adored, she'd never seen such silky, dark, beautiful locks before. She was sure she never would. His left hand gripped her sweetly curved hip tightly while the other tangled in her chestnut brown hair. They were a pair, a team, and a united front if you will. Nothing and no one could break them apart. Sure, put some distance between them and you just might not them down a peg or two, but they were fucking solid, it simply wouldn't stick. Nothing you threw at them would break them, they were titanium.

They worked together to get up the stairs and to her bedroom. Eventually when they made it Elena smirked at him pushing his body slamming the door with her foot behind her. She silently thanked whoever was listening that her dad had golf with Mr. Lockwood and Damon's father on Sundays. And she knew for a fact that both their mothers' would be joining Mrs. Lockwood at a book club convention in Richmond, all day long.

He stripped of his shoes and socks and watched her as she leaned against the door gazing at him sensually. She looked like an animal, vicious and deadly; the way she accessed his clothed body as if she were the predator and his body the prey. He liked the fact that she stared at him as if her were the most delectable piece of meat of earth; it got his already steel like member harder in his pants. You could add his cock to the list of titanium objects.

"You look incredibly sexy standing over there," He purred at her with narrowed eyes. "Looking at me like I'm your last meal."

"Baby, I think it's the other way around." She chuckled shedding her own foot restraints. She crawled onto the bed, kneeling. He followed suit, ending up in front of her also kneeling.

"I think if you were gasping for air," She said with a small smirk playing at her pouty pink kissable lips. "I'd be the ventilation."

"Oh please, darling." He scoffed. "I can see right through you. It's as if you bathe in Windex."

She giggled, "Nice."

"You too." He smirked back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Before anymore words could be said he leaned in crashing their lips together effectively shutting down any more future attempts of conversation, minus dirty talk that is. Words died at her lips a he molded their mouths together. Their lips fit as one perfectly, as if they had been made solely to join as one.

She smelled so good. A beautiful, mouth watering aroma always seemed to be around and on her. Like, a divine vanilla smell mixed with the sweetest strawberries ever picked. Her hair was so beautiful, like the finest silk. Her long rich brown hair smelled of her citrus shampoo that she'd used since she started sixth grade. Her skin was the most amazing shade of gold, an olive shade. It was smooth, hairless and perfect. Just like the rest of her body. Her perfectly curved body that some women could only dream of; it was something no sculpture could re-create, she was one in a million.

He smelled so good. The way he smelled was heavenly and always immediately gave her a sense of warmth, comfort…home. For one his hair smelled like the expensive shampoo his mother had bought him. It didn't really have a scent, but she'd recognize it anywhere. He always had this husky manly scent around him. Like pine wood, his cologne and well his natural scent. His hair was cut kind of short but long enough that she could thoroughly run her nimble fingers through it. The dark black color it had gave him a look of darkness and mystery. His skin was truly flawless, not a wrinkle or blemish in sight. It was a close resemblance to porcelain. His sculpted chest that wasn't capable of recopy, the wash board abs, his sexy V shaped hips. The strong thighs and his lilly white tight ass. His full lips, strong jaw, pearly white perfectly straight teeth helped define his beautiful face; but the true game changers were his piercing blue eyes. They were captivating and made her simply melt. The blue orbs could stare at her and easily see straight through her bull shit.

Both beautiful specimens moved as one, together. Bit by bit, each piece of clothing was stripped from their bodies until both beauties were bare skinned. Elena, lay across her bed, hair fanned out sensually across the feather white pillows. He licked his lips slowly at the sight of her. Swollen lips from his kisses, cheeks flushed a healthy blush across her body.

"Mmm," He moaned. "Aroused. Just how I like you."

"Please." She whimpered softly. She wasn't sure what she was pleading for. All she knew was the sound of his husky voice and seductive gaze across her body was sending an unfamiliar tingle up her spine. She liked it. His lust filled gaze glanced to her doe like eyes, he smirked knowingly at her.

He balanced himself above her on his knees, half hovering her, half kneeling. His looked across her body while running a finger across her cheek to her plump bottom lip. He ran the digit across the feature until in plumped, bouncing back into place. He trailed the finger down her body slowly just as the other hand was coming back up; sweeping up her thigh, cupping her curved hip and resting there. She writhed underneath his muscled body, moaning softly at his soft and gentle touch. Her skin was ablaze on ever part of her he touched. He met her gaze and leaned down capturing her sweet lips in a charming kiss. God, she was just so fucking loveable. Damn- he couldn't get enough of her. She was so fucking beautiful so fucking perfect. She deserved to be worshiped from head to toe, to understand just how amazing she truly was.

"So damn beautiful." He murmured against her lips.

She arched her back as his lone finger reached the apex of her thighs. Her eyes met him, and he tilted his head to her. As in slow motion he slowly dipped his finger between her folds, only to find them soaked. He groaned quietly at her wetness. She honestly was utter perfection. He nibbled on her earlobe as he peppered kisses across the skin there. She shuddered under his touch, oh so delicate. He pulled back his head to stare into her orbs as he slowly circled his fingers across her little button swollen with ecstasy. He applied a bit more pressure all the while watching all the different expressions flutter across her face. She vaulted into his touch further moaning, his name on her lips. As a small reward he slipped one finger inside of her still kissing every patch of skin he could all the while rubbing circles into her clit.

"Oh fuck," She whimpered quietly.

"You know kitten," He murmured. "Words can be like knives- they can cut you open."

"So?" She whispered thrusting her hips hoping for friction against her sex.

"So you should be careful, if you start getting me to hot, well I'll have to punish you."

"Mmm? Why?"

"Because, if I get to hot and bothered I'll want to fuck you and if I do that I'll lose focus on my game. And that would make me very, very upset."

"Game?"

"Don't worry you're pretty little head about it," He smirked at her, pecking his sweet lips; he thrusted his fingers faster into her heat. "You just worry about any sexy little words that you may want to whimper."

She rolled her eyes but bit her lip to keep any sounds from coming out. Though, he wasn't exactly making it easier for her. In fact, she was sure that was his goal. To make her flustered. To make it hard for her to keep cool, calm and collected.

"Good girl," He praised her kissing her face leaving her breathless. "You're such a good girl."

She whimpered at his husky voice, "Please." She whispered to him.

"What do you want, 'Lena?"

"You know what I want!"

"Tell me what you want, Elena."

"I want you to kiss me here." She pointed to her perky breasts. The sight was mouth watering but he refused to give in to her until she told him exactly what she wanted.

"Not specific enough, Elena. Try again."

"Damon!" She whined.

"All you have to do is tell me what you want my mouth to do to your perfect little tits and I promise you, little darling, it'll be done."

"Suck my nipples…please." She whispered blushing.

"That's my good girl." He smirked at her.

Giving in to his impatient best friend he kissed her forehead before slowly kissing his way down her body, to his main destination – the place she wanted him most. He made a pit stop at her breasts. He vowed to make love to every single part of her. No pleasure spot would go untouched, unkissed. No inch of skin would go unexplored. She'd understand exactly what it meant to be loved by Damon Salvatore.

He palmed her breasts, measuring the beautiful globes with his palms. The flesh there was paler, never having seen the sun. He pinched her hardening buds before lowering his head to her left breast, his tongue flicking out to swirl around her areola, the bud tightening under his moist tongue. She cried out at the feeling, tangling her fingers in his hair as she whined. He chuckled softly against her breast.

He spent some time paying special attention to her chest before he began kissing his way down the holy trail that was Elena's flesh. He kissed and nibbled down between her breasts, down her stomach until he'd reached belly button. He swirled is tongue inside the small little whole briefly, causing his girl to giggle before kissing down to the place she wanted most. He ran his hands up her thighs, over and over while he peppered kisses across the flesh near her heat. His nose twitched in excitement, his dick grew and his mouth watered at the sight and aroma of her dripping wet sex. He couldn't wait to taste her. It wasn't just her pleasure that would come out of him going down on her, he'd get some himself. He knew for a fact that the juices inside her folds were the sweetest treat he'd ever tasted and ever would. So sweet and delicious; he could drink it forever until nothing more leaked.

"Beautiful," He breathed, sending a hot warmth across her. She moaned softly at the caressing feeling it gave her.

"You ready for this, love?"

"Mmm, yes, please Damon!" She begged.

"God," He groaned. "I love is when you beg, Kitten." He purred seductively. "You're so fucking wet for me, princess."

"Yeah Damon, just for you!"

"That's what I like to hear. Now I suppose I should reward you, huh, my little whore?" He smirked though she knew from 'the talk' they had the day before about what she was and wasn't comfortable with, that any names her called her were for lust purposes only. He didn't truly believe her to be any of the nasty things he called her. He only did it to send the bucket of lust that always went through her.

"Yes!"

He chuckled at the sound of his friend's needy voice and decided to finally show her a little mercy. He breathed over her succulent flesh once more before taking a defining lick to her core. She moaned bucking her hips. He glared up at her playfully before shoving her hips back down and holding her in place. He continued to devour her essence, lord she tasted like everything sweet and pure. Like rainbows and unicorns, like warmth and sunlight, like miracles and purity. Everything about her was angelic, she was pure light. Hence her name, of course.

"Mmm, la tua figa un sapore così buono Elena. Così cazzo bagnato per me! Ti piace questo baby doll?" He murmured seductively gazing up at her in between licks. She shuddered at the sound of his seductive tone, not to mention what he was saying. (Mmm, your pussy tastes so good Elena. So fucking wet for me! You like this baby doll?)

"Jesus fucking Christ, yes! I love it so much, Damon."

"I know you do, Kitten." He chuckled sending vibrations across her core causing her to cry out.

Slowly he thrusted two long fingers inside her pussy, groaning at how tight she felt. Her folds clenched and unclenched around the wet digits. She moaned loudly at the feeling of being stretched; he gave her a moment to adjust before he began moving his fingers inside of her, scissoring her, preparing her for his massive cock. No matter how hard they fucked she stayed as tight as when he'd first entered her- and he loved it. Once she'd loosened up he began to thrust into her borderline the speed that could hurt her. He knew just how fast to go and exactly where to hit to get her screaming his name…loudly. He curled his fingers inside of her, rubbing against the spongy tissue inside of her. She began to chant his name over and over, her body riding the waves of pleasure. Her fingers threaded into his dark hair pulling with strength as she got closer and closer to the edge. He latched her clit into his mouth and sucked harder than ever causing her to scream his name in a never ending chant. He continued to suckle her little button all the while thrusting his fingers into her little pussy. "Oh fuck- I'm coming!" Her eyes clenched tight, fingers clenching tightly to the bed sheets, body thrumming with pleasure as it bucked up trying to hold onto it with all its might. "Damon!" Her sweet juices continued to flood from her tight sheath. He suckled every bit not wanting to waste a drop of her precious heavenly taste the sweetest ambrosia.

Once she'd calmed down and Damon had gotten his fill of licking her clean, he kissed back up her body. He captured her swollen lips in a sweet kiss, snaking his tongue out to duel with hers. He rubbed his tongue around her mouth, never missing an inch. He made sure she could taste herself on his tongue; she moaned softly at the sweet taste of her own juices.

"You're so beautiful when you come," He sighed against her mouth. "So. Damn. Beautiful."

"Take me Damon," She begged pouting her lip at him. "Please take me!"

"As you wish kitten," He smirked immediately guiding his hardness to her warmth. He teased her opening with the tip of his cock watching as her juices coated it thoroughly.

"Don't tease, Damon!"

He chuckled at her whine hearing the true need in her voice. He dipped the head into her and she breathed a small sigh of relief thinking he was finally getting on with it. The cunning brunette howled in frustration loudly when he pulled back. "But it's so much fine hearing you beg, plead and whine." He pulled back and slapped her clit with the tip of his cock, watching as it swelled. "So fucking gorgeous."

He tilted over her body taking her hands in his squeezing them affectionately; he raised their interlocked fingers above her head into the soft pillows. He leaned down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss that had her toes curling. Without breaking their passionate lip lock he thrusted his hips upward groaning in her mouth as the head of his cock was suddenly engulfed in her hot wet and incredibly tight folds; she moaned and thrusted her hips upward sighing softly at the feeling. All the while invading her sweet plump lips, he thrusted upwards her pouty lower lips slowly stretching to take in his length. His hardness pulsed inside of her; she could feel it twitching in greeting. He was a perfect fit.

She was so fucking tight; her inner walls had a vice grip on his cock, he wasn't sure if they would ever let him go – though he didn't think he'd have a problem if they didn't. Her hands gripped his sculpted backside, her head thrown back as she relished in her throws of passion. He moved his hands from the pillow as well to grip her curved hips as he began to pick up speed thrusting in and out of her silk pussy. Elena was a moaning mess beneath him and it made him chuckle softly.

He ran a single finger over the soft flesh of her cheek, "You wanna ride me, princess?" She bit her lip but nodded none the less.

He smirked at her shy blushing face; he pulled out of her moaning softly and settling himself on his back. He got comfortable before looking at her with a small affectionate smile. "C'mere baby, I won't bite…unless you ask me to."

She dug her pearly whites into her plump bottom lip before straddling his legs and gripping his hardness coated with her juices. "Take what you want, Kitten." He purred seductively sending shivers across her already trembling body.

She guided his hardened shaft to her warmth slowly. They moaned in unison as she slowly sank down on it, taking her time to swallow him whole.

"Shit, Elena!" He cursed watching as she slowly took all of his hardened cock inside her.

She was so damn tight. He imagined that when Anacondas' and other snakes wrapped around their prey to squeeze them to death until they stopped struggling felt similar to what his dick was feeling. Squeezed in a tight embrace with no mercy and he fucking loved it.

"Damon," She whimpered as she took the last of him inside.

"You're ok, baby." Damon looked up at her giving her and adoring smile. She smiled back slightly. "Just do what feels natural, ok?"

"Ok." She said with a small nod.

She placed her small hands on his chest and slowly lifted her hips until only half of his length was inside of her. She lowered herself back down with a slam and swiveled her hips causing friction against her clit as it slightly hit his abdomen. She cried out hotly at the feeling.

Gathering her wits and confidence together she slowly began to ride him his hands flying to her hips for guidance. His thumbs rubbed circles into the tan skin, his eyes watching her bountiful breasts bounce with her movements.

With time, the slow movements simply wouldn't do. She picked up her pace rising herself up and slamming back down -then starting over the process.

"Fuck," He hissed gripping her hips tightly. "So good, 'Lena. You're doing fucking amazing, baby." He encouraged.

"Unghhhh! Damon! Fuck," Elena moaned slamming herself down harder and fast feeling her approaching orgasm. "Oh- ungh! Just. Like. That!"

Damon could feel his sweet release coming and would be ashamed if he came before her. He was an Italian Stallion; they made their women come hard over and over and then came their own nirvana. He reached down to tweak the bundle of nerves that twitched wildly as they fucked between her thighs.

Elena cried out digging her nails into his pectorals. One of her hands reached up to tweak her own nipple, wildly pinching and twisting it in different directions.

She threw her head back in pleasure feeling her heavenly long awaited release just around the corner. "Kiss me, Damon. Kiss me and fuck me please!"

He groaned loudly hearing the naughty words fall from her lips and the feeling of her pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter as they reached the edge of sweet release.

Damon sat up quickly gripping her bare ass cheeks in his hand in a tight grip. He looked into her eyes as he held her still stopping his thrusts. Elena whined feeling tears come to her eyes as he stopped their tryst.

"No, don't stop! So close!"

"Shhh, baby. Hush." He cooed sweetly.

Still holding Elena still in his lap he began to drill into her, pounding her with great abandon. She cried out at the sudden motions, though the pleasure outweighed it all. He tilted her chin down with one hand before returning it to her ass. As he met her teary eyes filled with lust and pleasure, he captured her sweet lips in a passion filled kiss. His strong hand came down to slap her ass twice leaving large red hand prints.

"Damon!" She moaned into his mouth.

He flipped them over with record speed so she was on her back with him on top, never slowing down or stopping his thrusts. He wrapped her legs around his neck as he pounded into her without mercy. The only sounds were their mutual moans and groans, the sound of skin slapping on skin and the sound his dick made as it entered and withdrew from her folds.

"Come for me, love. Come." He whispered to her and as if that were the key to her sweet release- she did.

Her nails dug into his skin as she wailed at the top of her lungs, her body shaking with pleasure. He groaned at how tight she was, even tighter when she was coming. The combination of that and her face while she met her release was enough to send him off head first into an abyss of pleasure. Together they screamed out each others' names and words of love mixed with cursing and shouts. Together they reached the end.

They collapsed beside one another trying to catch their frantic breaths. They basked in the calmness listening to the sound of their own heartbeats. Elena rolled to her side curling her slim body to his, nuzzling her nose into his chest.

"How do you feel, 'Lena?" Damon asked looking down at his precious lover.

"I feel wasted, Damon." She giggled pulling him on top of her to peck his lips. "Wasted."


A/N: Hi guys! Let me start off with my note than apologies. For one, I hate this chapter but I'd already had half of it done when I realized this. For one all the time jumping was confusing and awful. Nest chappie it'll be less of it and more organized I promise! But I think I made up for that will all of that delicious smut! Unless you thought it sucked…that'd be a downer. So I know, I'm a terrible person for not updating in almost 2 months, but I have an explanation! For one, as some of you know I am in college honors classes so I get a lot of homework and have to study every day. On top of that I do actually have a social life. Plus, I have like a billion other stories to juggle. I'll try to update more frequently but no promises. I do have a life and my family and education come first, sorry. Though, who likes my Taylor Swift theme?


Reviews:

Kaybaby1127: Well now you know what happened, lol!

Piper: Thanks for the review and I will!

Lloveless9: Thanks, love. And I'll try

Guest: It is quite awful isn't it? Let's cross our fingers that Elena's future is all rainbows and sunshine, eh?