Hey guys, I am really sorry it has taken so long to update, been so busy with university stuff! We start off exactly where we left off :) hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my words (although I wish I owned Damon!)

Elena could not quite believe her eyes as she gazed at the man who stood before her. He was breathtakingly handsome, with raven hair and cerulean eyes that were as deep as the sea. He was looking at her in an almost possessive way, which although a little unnerving, made her heart flutter. She smiled as he reached out to give back her jacket, taking it gratefully and draping it over her arm.

"Thank you." she replied, smiling at him in appreciation. She noticed the way his eyes lowered to trail over her lips, with the slightest hint of hunger behind them. His wanting expression made heat pool low in her belly and she found her own eyes exploring the perfect features of his body. The way his shirt teased the firm muscles that were hidden beneath it, the way his jeans were tight; oh so tight. It was not until he spoke that she snapped out of her trance and brought her eyes back to his face, noticing a subtle smirk spread across it.

"No problem, I always love helping beautiful women."

Elena instantly felt her cheeks blush at the compliment and let out a small giggle. Whilst part of her was unsure how to take a complete stranger making such an observation, she found her smile widening. "Well, does my helper have a name?" she asked casually, in truth very eager to know more about the mystery man.

His smirk grew at the question and Elena traced her eyes over the curves of his lips. "Well I certainly do have a name, yes." The man replied, clearly being playful. "I have also been brought up to believe ladies should always go first." He winked at her before flashing a wide grin.

"I'm Elena."

"Well, Miss Elena, it is a pleasure to meet you." He reached out for her hand and brought it elegantly to his lips, placing a gentle kiss upon it; an act that set her heart racing. "I'm Damon."

Taking in the beauty of his name, Elena could not quite believe what a gentleman Damon was. He was so different to all of the other young men in Mystic Falls, but she couldn't quite tell how. "Well Damon, the pleasure is all mine, thank you again for my jacket." She smiled at him sweetly, finding herself drowning in the blueness of his eyes. Never before had any man had this effect on her; she was practically swooning for him and she had only just learnt his name. Concluding that her mind was being way too forward, Elena snapped her eyes away from his face and glanced over her shoulder; the way she had been heading before Damon stopped her.

As if he could sense her thoughts, Damon took a step towards her. "Can I walk you home, Elena?" She shivered at how he said her name like a caress, more warmth spreading low within her. She paused and all logic told her to decline his offer; he was a stranger after all.

Sensing her apprehension Damon continued. "I would not be a gentleman if I allowed a young woman to walk home alone."

Whilst Elena appreciated his sentiment, her town was not exactly a hot-spot for crime and had always felt safe to her. "It's Mystic Falls, nothing bad ever happens here."

"You know I heard someone else say the exact same thing the other day." he smirked, with a hint of mystery behind his expression; something deeper and more meaningful than Elena could fathom. "Nevertheless, I would be happier if a pretty girl like you had someone to look out for her."

Elena blushed and proceeded to bite her lip in deliberation; an action which seemed to attract his gaze. Deciding that such a gentleman's motives must be purely genuine she nodded her head in acceptance. "Okay, thank you."

Damon looked practically ecstatic at her response and gestured for her to lead the way. For the duration of the walk they engaged in typical small-chat. Elena learnt that Damon was 22, back in town after a few years away and that he was staying at the old boarding house. She shared titbits about her own life too: that she was 16 (nearly 17!), she loved to write and that she was never happier than when with her family.

Before they knew it they had reached the house and Elena felt almost disappointed that the walk had gone so quickly. Damon walked her up the steps to the porch and smiled at her warmly. "It was lovely to meet you Elena." he said softly, his eyes locking with hers. The intensity of his focus sent her pulse soaring; Elena could not believe the effect he had on her. She took a step forward, unsure as to whether it was intentional or just her body reacting to the clear chemistry they shared.

Damon too stepped closer; so close that she would only need to lean forward to be able to kiss him. Desire spread through her like wildfire as she dropped her gaze to his slightly parted lips. She never had kissed a stranger...

She could hear that his own breath had quickened and before she could think anything of that observation, Damon closed the gap between them and kissed her. Elena mewled at the contact, instantly returning his question with its answer as they wrapped their arms around each other. The feel of his mouth on hers sent lust coursing through her and she parted her lips, begging for more. Gladly accepting her invitation, Damon allowed his tongue to begin moving erotically with hers, tightening his hold on her waist. She moaned at the sensation, a sound which seemed to encourage him further. Moving away from her lips, he began kissing her neck and Elena found herself whimpering at the sensation. Damon backed her against the wall of the house and pressed himself against her, an action that let Elena feel the hard evidence of his arousal. He reclaimed her mouth and nipped gently at her lower lip, causing her to grind her hips against his. She felt his hands wander to her backside as he pulled her closer against him. She could feel him; she wanted him.

"Elena?" a voice brought her back to earth with an aching thud.

Breaking away from the object of her desire she saw her brother standing a short distance away, giving her a concerned look. Her eyes darted back to Damon who was looking most frustrated at the interruption. "Jeremy, it's not... um."

"It's not what it looks like?" the younger Gilbert finished her sentence. "Elena I may only be 14 but I am not stupid."

"Fine, Jer. Wait for me inside." Elena sighed as she realised she had a lot of explaining to do. She just had to hope to God that her brother didn't go telling her parents that he had found her making out with a complete stranger.

Once Jeremy had entered the house, Elena turned to face Damon. "Jer is quite protective of me, I'm sorry." she explained, smiling apologetically. "I should probably go talk to him."

"I guess I should take my leave then." Damon replied, a look of disappointment on his face. He turned to head down the steps but Elena grabbed his arm, desperate for whatever connection they had not to be over.

"Damon, wait." She began, pleased when he turned to face her. "I would like to see you again. How about tomorrow at the Grill, same time?" She really hoped that he would want to, she needed to know him.

Damon paused, scanning his azure eyes over her expression, as if looking for the truth behind her statement. A smirk spread across his face as he seemed to realise she was being genuine. "Elena, you don't even know me, for all you know I could be a mass murderer."

Pondering his statement, Elena simply smiled. "Now Damon, what would life be without a little danger?"

There you have it guys, Elena wants a little danger in her life... Sorry the smut was cut short, but I didn't want them to do too much too soon. They will get there though, I promise ;)

Hope you enjoyed! Please let me know what you thought :)

Amy xox