A/N: Surprise! An update so quick?! Well I'm really into this story line! I'm already working on chapter 5 and so far it's my favorite on what's going to happen.

Elena was in her art class when Damon shows up as an almost nude model! He's just everywhere! What's their first dance practice like?

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all, just a plot. All rights go to their true owners. Just a fan of Vampire Diaries.

DPOV

By the time Damon showed up for work at the dance studio, Elena was already hard at work. With a red bandana wrapped around her head, covering her bun, a blue tank top, and black dance shorts that left nothing to his imagination, Damon leaned against the doorway to admire the view. Damn, he was definitely an ass man.

As Elena swayed her body around to the music in her headphones, it actually made Damon laugh out loud. She was so cute and innocent when she wasn't hating on Damon.

Damon set his soccer gym bag besides the doorway before walking up from behind her, he placed both of his hands suddenly on her shoulders, causing Elena to whip around and smack Damon on the side of his face, hard, with the mop.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Damon said as he grabbed the side of his face, pain spreading through his cheek.

Elena whipped off her headphones before dropping the mop and grabbing his hand that was held against his cheek.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that!"

Damon let out a hiss as he massaged his cheek a bit before letting it go and walking over to the janitor's closet. Damon had handed her the keys the other night before locking up. Looking at the mirror that was haphazardly hanging from the inside of the door, Damon observed the damage.

"I knew you wanted to throw one at me," Damon said with a chuckle as he massaged his cheek a bit more, the slightly red area seemed to be slightly swollen but seemed to did the most damage to his face as possible already.

"To be fair, you were the asshole who scared me so you got what you deserved," Elena said with a huff as she hands on her hips, giving her a stern look that almost gave his mother a run for her money.

"It's called humor. You should try getting some," Damon said blandly before taking a piece of paper towel from the dispenser and wetting it in the sink with cold water. Pressing it against his check, he looked back at Elena.

"So what else do we gotta do?" Damon said as he leaned against the door, looking at her. Her cheeks still pink from anger and embarrassment but with a determined and satisfied look on her face, she shook her head.

"I did everything already."

"What?" Damon pushed off against the door and widened his eyes. "You finished everything?" which only earned him a nod from Elena.

"The floors? The bathrooms? The windows? The lightbulbs?" Nod. Nod. Nod. Nod. Damn, this girl did work. Damon let out a scoff while nodding his head.

"Alright, well. Lead the way to the studio then, we'll get started," Damon said as he went over to the doorway to pick up his gym bag.

A wide smile spread across Elena's face as she spun around and started almost skipping across the building. Rolling his eyes, he shrugged his gym bag across his body before following after her.

Following through the metal door was a dance studio that Damon was familiar with, cleaning wise of course. He never had the time to admire how in good condition it was compared to the rest of the campus. Don't get Damon wrong, MFU was beautiful; however, some of the buildings that were more often used were a bit worn down. Damon shuddered at the thought of the bathrooms in the Davis Halls, missing toilet seats and all.

Setting his bag on the ground, he pulled off his practice jersey before pulling on a black tank top.

"You never told me what this was for? I mean, I'm only here for another year, maybe," Damon said as he dug through his gym bag for deodorant.

"Tisch," Elena said as she started stretching out her legs on the ballet barre. Damon set his deodorant away before taking a long glance at her legs, lean legs that ran for miles. Jesus.

"Should I pretend to know that or…" Damon said as he started doing some of his own stretches, mostly hip stretches since he's been feeling a bit tight in that area for the past week.

"Tisch School of Arts. It's in New York. Their program is incredible and incredibly selective. They have such a small class, like thirty students that graduate. But it's been my dream school. I didn't… have the opportunity to apply as a senior due to circumstances but I want to apply in the coming semester which is why I need you to be my dance partner for my video audition in January. We have to figure out the choreography and perfect it before recording it and sending it to them," Elena said as she finished her stretching and did a spin in the middle of the studio.

"It's really important to me you take this seriously…" Elena said in such a small voice Damon almost missed it.

Damon stood there in silence trying to soak up all that information. He couldn't help but wonder what the circumstances were that prevented her from applying. Shaking that aside, Damon walked towards her.

"I'll try my best, but there's only so much I can do as a dancer," Damon chuckled softly. "Alright, let's get started, what are we doing?" Damon said to lighten up the mood.

"First, you need to change into proper attire," Elena said as she turned and walked towards her bag, rummaging for something.

"Gym shorts, tank? That's pretty loose and form fitting?" He was almost a bit afraid to see what was coming.

"I don't think so," Elena said with a smirk as she turned around with a black flimsy piece of fabric, holding it up with such a satisfied look.

"That fuck is that?" Damon gestured at the thing several times before walking up to examine it closer.

"Male tights," Elena said with a sadistic smile, handing it to Damon.

"Tights? As in what girls wear under skirts and shit? As in this is going to show all of my junk?!" Damon attempted to stretch the material out and pull it up to his eyes, trying to see if he could see through.

"I doubt we'd be able to see any of your junk. And they're male tights so they're thicker and they won't be transparent. Just be a man and put them on," Damon scrunched up his face in horror as Elena had insulted his buddy and still expected him to put on those tights.

"Would you like to see my junk, is that what you're insinuating? You're fucking kidding, right? I'm a soccer player. We don't wear this shit, okay?" Damon was about to throw the tights onto the ground when Elena gave him that puppy dog face.

"Please, you know how much this means to me," as Elena reached out and placed a hand on his bicep and softly squeezing it.

Damon let out a huge huff before walking over to a corner of the studio room, muttering something about not looking. Pulling down his gym shorts, Damon sat the bench and attempted to the pull on the tights. Rolling off his socks, he sat there in his boxer briefs and analyzed the tights. Muttering curse words under his breath, he started pulling on the tights up one leg before starting with his other foot.

About ten minutes later with complaining, Damon was standing in front of Elena in black tights.

Trying her best to muffle her laughs, she reached forward to help tighten the tights around his waist which was basically a wedgie, and rolling down the tights around his waist.

"God have mercy on my soul," Damon muttered one last time before Elena started teaching him some few steps to a piece she had in mind.

EPOV

Elena had no idea what she was doing. The piece she had made before was between her and Mason and as much as she wanted to reuse that material, it just wasn't the same. Mason was like an old man pervert, so she tried to minimize as much contact as possible from him. Damon, he radiated warmth. Not in heat sense, but his aura.

Damon had been picking up the steps with relative ease, not that surprisingly if he could pull off Gene Kelly's "Singing in the Rain" routine. The next part that she wanted to work with Damon was the routine itself, including lifts. Although she had complete faith in Damon's upper body strength, it was the touching that was going to bother her.

Standing behind her, Damon's hands were set on her waist, causing her to suck in her breath a bit. She could feel his calloused fingers against the sliver of skin that peeked between her tank top and shorts. She could feel his body, hard yet soft, outline against her back, and his breath smoothly soothe against her shoulder.

"What now?" Damon whispered into her ear, his cologne invading her senses that seemed to calm her down. His fingers seemed to be massaging circles into her stomach, causing her to almost purr in satisfaction. No, Damon's hands on her felt right, relaxing.

"To be honest, I haven't picked a song yet," Elena let out in a rushed voice, letting her eyes flutter close and revel in Damon's touch. "So the choreography is really just still a really rough draft in my head right now," Elena said as she opened her eyes to meet Damon's in the mirror before them.

"Well, let's just practice some lifts until then?" Damon said with a genuine smile.

Practice went by quickly and the more Damon had his hands on her, the more she appreciated it. The more she noticed his veins in his arms flex as he lifted her up. The strength that was exerted as he swung her around in circles.

Damon had quickly changed out his tights and back into his gym shorts before waiting for Elena to pack up. He escorted her out of the building. Who knew he could be so gentlemanly?

With a slap on her butt, he turned around and waved.

"See ya 'round, babe," Damon said as he threw a smirk over his shoulder at her.

Rolling her eyes, and fixing her face into a scowl, she turned away and started walking home.

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