A/n- I am so sorry that it took me so long to get this chapter up, this week has been hellish though technically since I was gonna put it in on Monday its only two days late! Anyways this is the final chapter and then there is an epilogue left until this is finished. If you haven't seen it, the next story is called Love Bites (and so do I) which was inspired by a PM that I got. The next chapter of that one is half written and should be up either tonight or tomorrow- which means yes I am going to write it at work (eek!) AS always thank you to everyone that read, reviewed, favorited and followed, as a review whore they mean the world to me and seriously, I do a little dance every time I get a new review (which usually makes the people in my office look at me strange) That being said I am done talking. The song for this chapter is:

I get off- Halestorm

Okay until next time happy reading!

Your Song

Chapter 12

Elena moaned, her hands reaching up to curl in Damon's hair as she arched her back, her lips opened as she panted softly. She wasn't sure exactly when her and Damon had gone from fighting to making out on her parents couch but it had happened and she couldn't really bring herself to care as she hooked her leg over his thigh, his body grinding down into hers. She whimpered softly as he placed a soft bite to the skin of her throat before laving the mark with his tongue. Tightening her grip in his hair she drug him up until she could seal her lips firmly over his, biting at his lower lips. Damon smirked against her mouth before pulling back and sitting up.

"Patience Love." He teased as she decided that she wanted his shirt off and she wanted it off NOW!

Sitting up as well she reached for the buttons on his shirt, determined to get the damn thing off of him, but then Damon was reaching for her hands and stilling them before she could so much as get a single button done.

"Please." She begged softly, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as she raked her eyes down his form. Damon grinned, that panty dropping grin of his before he reached down to finger a button, not undoing it but teasing her with it until she thought she would go insane with it.

"You want me to take this off?" He taunted, circling the button with his finger before undoing a single one, just above his belt buckle. Elena growled, determined to get him back, if he wanted to play then do be it, she would not only play she would make him beg! Sitting up a little further she sealed her lips over the material of his shirt, her teeth raking over what she hoped was his nipple. Damon swore, reaching up to curl his finger through her hair as she sucked at the nub through the cotton material of his button down shirt, all the while keeping her eyes firmly connected to his face.

Tugging slightly at the bud with her teeth, she quickly undid most of the buttons on his shirt and as she pulled away from his chest she pushed the material off of his shoulders. Smirking since she had finally managed to get one over on him she leaned down to press her lips back against his chest, her tongue swirling around his nipple. Damon closed his eyes, tightening his grip in her hair before he pulled her up to press his lips back into hers, his tongue pushing past her lips to tangle with hers. She went from sitting up under him to straddling his hips before she knew what was happening, the evidence of just how much he wanted her, pressing up against her. She whimpered against Damon's lips, her hands reaching for the buckle of his belt. Damon pulled back from her lips to tug off her shirt, ripping it over her head as she managed to get the buckle undone. She had just managed to pop the button on his jeans and pull down the zipper when he tugged down the cups of her bra under her breasts so they'd push her chest up. As her hands slid into his jeans and wrapped around his cock his lips found her nipple in a retaliation of what she had done to him. He sucked on it roughly, his tongue flicking back and forth along the pebbled skin as she stroked her fingers along his shaft. Leaning down she licked along the shell of his ear before letting out a slow breath.

"I want this in me." She moaned with yet another stoke along the length in her palm, her hand twisting over the top when she reached the head. Damon pulled back from her breast and swore, reaching for the soft cotton PJ bottoms and tugging them down slightly, determined to get them off of her without her moving. Elena giggled softly as she climbed off of his lap, her eyes catching his as she licked over the pearlescent pre-come on her palm. Tilting her head she kept his gaze as she wiggled her hips, pushing her PJ bottoms to the floor and stepping out of them. Part of her wanted to hesitate, this was a big step, but with the way that Damon was looking at her she knew that she wouldn't stop. Chewing on her bottom lip, she thumbed the side of her boy shorts before tugging those off as well, leaving her completely bare save for the bra that still held her breasts trussed up. Damon growled and lifted up enough to shove off his jeans and kick off his shoes before taking her hand and pulling her astride his thighs.

"Make no mistake Elena," He growled as his hands settled on her hips, positioning her, "If we do this, you are mine and you will not run from me again." Elena leaned down to press her lips against his, a smile curling the corner of her mouth before she pushed herself slowly down along his length, her lips softly parted in a gasp.

"Always have been yours." She moaned as she settled down against his thighs, his cock nestled deep in her core, filling her in ways that she had never really been filled before. Damon closed his eyes and swallowed, Elena cocking her head to the side before she started to move her hands reaching up to rest on his shoulders. Damon's eyes popped open with the first roll of her hips, the grip that he had on her hips tightening.

"Good." He growled out again, barely remembering what he was taking about as he started to trust up every time that she sank down. They moved together like they had been for years, each move in perfect tandem with the other. Elena's nails sank into the skin of his shoulder as she felt the first pulses deep in her core- the thought that she never wanted it to end briefly passing her head, but then she was being thrown over the cliff and she couldn't think, couldn't see anymore- she could only feel. Damon swore as her nails dug into his shoulders and she clenched around him, the pull around his shaft forcing him over the edge too. Silently he swore to himself that he would have her again before either of them ever left the couch, that he could never get enough of her and he would make sure that she felt him every time that she moved over the next few days- but then the front door swung open and he was quickly reaching for the blanket thrown over the back of the couch.

"Lena I'm home!" Jeremy called as he walked into the house. It was quite in the house and he wondered where his sister was until he walked into the living room and came across a barely covered sister and Damon sitting on the couch. "Holy fuck!" He gasped, dropping his bag in favor of covering his eyes, the sight of his sister seared into his memory. "Christ Lena couldn't you have used your room." Elena was too relaxed as she leaned into Damon's chest, not really giving a fuck after her mind-numbing orgasm.

"What can I say Jer, when it happens it happen." She giggled.