Attention! This story has changed from a T-rating to an M-rating. What can I say? It just happened.

I need to clear something else up. A reviewer asked when this story is placed and if Caroline is human. That's a good question. Caroline is human. This story is sort of writing itself so I only "found out" Caroline was human shortly before you all did. However, it doesn't take place in the first season because Elena and Stefan have been dating longer than that. So, I suppose this story is slightly AU. Happy Reading!

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Damon was horny and frustrated. After 150 years of unlife his sex drive usually didn't kick in until a guaranteed sexual encounter arose. He wasn't a 16 year-old boy anymore. However, since the Lockwood's Harvest Ball two nights ago Elena had been making unwanted appearances in his thoughts and daydreams. Daydreams? Gross. Damon wasn't the swooning, schoolboy type.

It had been nearly a week since that night, but Damon kept returning to the dream at the pond. He remembered his anticipation rising as he realized Elena was undressing to go swimming. He'd been disappointed when she didn't go completely nude and now the mystery of Elena's body was driving him crazy. Her long legs, wide hips, flat stomach, pert breasts, and olive skin were making him mad with desire. He remembered when she'd reemerged after diving in. Once wet, her hair was black and he could see the faintest outline of her nipples through the bra clinging to her sweet, small breasts.

Damon groaned. He needed a distraction. Perhaps robbing the blood bank in the middle of the day would give him a little thrill. He needed to feel a bit daring, a bit "bad" right now.

Elena, Caroline, Bonnie and Stefan were eating lunch in the cafeteria. Caroline was filling the group in on her reconciliation with Matt. They'd ended up dancing at the Harvest Ball and dancing had turned into a walk so they could talk and the walk turned into kissing beneath the fireworks. Caroline was so enraptured with her own story she hadn't noticed the awkward energy at the table.

Elena and Stefan were sitting next to each another, but it looked as if they'd laid invisible tape down the table and between their chairs. Stefan didn't have his hand on Elena's thigh like he usually did and Elena wasn't even making eye contact. They were sitting as if they were in finishing school, both upright and as stiff as a 2x4. Bonnie was having a hard time finishing her sandwich she felt so uncomfortable.

"Elena, do you think we could go talk?" Stefan nodded toward the door.

Elena flashed Caroline and Bonnie a self-conscious smile. She despised feeling like part of that couple—the couple that had to excuse themselves in the middle of lunch. "Yeah, let's go." Elena mumbled.

"So, things are weird." Stefan got straight to it once they were in the hallway.

"Um, yeah I guess so." Elena didn't meet his gaze.

"They were weird at your house yesterday too."

Elena crossed her arms against her chest. "Yeah."

Stefan's cheeks ballooned as he blew out a heavy sigh. "You aren't helping much."

"What do you want me to say, Stefan? I've already apologized a thousand times," her voice rose, "and I'm not even sure why I'm doing that. It's not my fault Damon decided to graze on my ear the other night."

"That's not what this is about. I don't want to rehash the party over and over any more than you do. I just want to figure out why things are weird between us and fix it. Feeling this way sucks."

Elena finally looked into Stefan's now pleading eyes. "It does suck." Elena confirmed with a hesitant smile.

Smiling back, "Yeah." "So what should we do?"

"I don't know. Drive Damon out of Mystic Falls?" Damon's name got stuck in Elena's throat as she tried to joke.

"Do you remember how well that worked when Damon and I first arrived here?"

"Yeah, it didn't."

"Exactly." "Any more ideas?"

"I'll ask Jenna if you can move in and then no more Damon—or significantly less at least." Stefan smiled at Elena's suggestion even though he knew she wasn't serious. He became serious for a moment.

"I can't wait until the day we can live together, Elena. I want to rock you to sleep each night, wake up to your face each morning, and I want to make you pancakes." Elena laughed at the randomness of the last part. "I'm picky about my pancakes. They have to be light and fluffy. Light and fluffy," she repeated.

"Well, one good thing about my 162 years of life is that I've had plenty of time to perfect the art of pancake making." He grinned.

"And there must be real maple syrup, none of that Aunt Je-Je-"

"Jemima." Stefan helped.

"Yes! None of her." Elena was perking up. The awkwardness between them was beginning to evaporate.

"How about I come over tonight and make you breakfast for dinner?"

"Only if we can we have bacon too." In that moment Stefan could imagine Elena as a sweet, yet bossy little girl.

"Yes, we can have bacon." He smirked, feeling like a child had convinced him to accede.

"Okay, it's a plan. Dinner/breakfast at seven tonight?"

"Seven-o-clock." Stefan confirmed and bent to kiss Elena. It was a sweet, chaste kiss.

Hot water pelted Elena's back. Dipping her head into the strong stream, she let out a contented sigh. After school, Caroline had convinced her to try Zumba—a type of dance aerobics—now that her cheerleading season was on hiatus until basketball began. It was hard to believe an hour of dancing had left her this sore. A steaming shower had sounded like the perfect remedy.

She lathered up her loofah, enjoying the slightly abrasive sensation. Guiding the loofah in a continuous figure-eight pattern, around the back of her neck and then forward to her chest, she was putting herself into a trance of sorts. Suddenly, she wasn't holding the loofah anymore. Her eyes shot open and then she nearly fainted. She was in the embrace of foreign arms and the intruder—who was behind her—was tracing loofah circles around her belly. A hand clapped over her mouth as she screamed.

Lips brushed her ear delivering a message: "Elena, it's me." She was frozen, so strong hands cupped her arms and turned her. Elena gulped as she came face to face with Damon. She should have hit him or at least thought 'What the hell? or 'How dare he?' but she was flooded with awe as she took in a very wet and naked Damon. He was beautiful. Wet, his hair was raven black. Beads of water ran over his lean, muscular body.

They stood in silence staring at one another. Damon's wet locks were slung back; for the first time Elena could appreciate all the angles of this man's handsome face. Without her own consent, her hand lifted to explore. A single finger traced along his high cheek bones, paused at his full bottom lip and continued on to the most masculine chin. From there she drew a line along his strong jaw, feeing the sinewy muscles beneath her fingertip. Biting her lip, she wondered how she'd never realized just how striking he was.

Elena felt self-conscious for inspecting him so closely. She lifted her fingers from his face but he turned his head catching her hand with his cheek. He placed the most sensual kiss within her palm, peering up at her through long eyelashes. Her throat constricted at the tenderness she saw in his smoky, blue eyes. From the kiss in her hand Damon proceeded to kiss the rapid pulse under the sensitive skin of her wrist. The next kiss was at the inside of her elbow. Elena giggled at how strangely erotic it was.

Damon glanced up at her giggling and smirked. Her eyes were closed so Damon surprised her with a quick lick up the rest of her arm. The tip of his hot, wet tongue left goose bumps in its wake and suddenly Elena was reeling. Damon buried his head in her shoulder and hugged her close. Each gasped at the first feeling of their naked bodies pressed together. How had she not known this man could be so tender?

Damon began nibbling in the crook of her neck and Elena's hands began exploring over his strong shoulders. Pulling her hair aside, he began kissing and nibbling Elena's neck in earnest. Elena's hands traveled further down his back. Finally, Damon's kisses reached her chin and he tilted her face to his. He held her there for a moment—searching her eyes, finding her soul—and then he guided her to his lips.

Damon mustered everything inside him in an attempt to kiss her sweetly but it didn't last long and soon he was parting her lips with his tongue. Elena was more than willing. Their tongues met and Elena moaned in pleasure. Hearing her moan revved Damon up further and soon he was exploring every crevice of her mouth. Running low on oxygen, Elena pushed off slightly yet swept her tongue over Damon's full, parted lips. Groaning, he took her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently. Her hips bucked against him in response. Damon's erection grew and he grinded against her. With mouths fusing again, Elena's hands returned to his muscular back. She traced a finger down his spine until reaching the sight swell of his butt; she grabbed his ass. Damon could not believe it, what a vixen she was. On fire now, he pushed her legs apart with a knee. He grinded his thigh into Elena's groin, her eyes began fluttering in pleasure.

Driving Elena wild, Damon's thigh continued building a fiery pressure as his hands were caressing every inch of her petite yet curvaceous frame. He smiled at Elena's face of pure bliss, eyes closed and lips parted, slightly panting. Her back arched in ecstasy raising her sweet, firm breasts toward Damon. He swiftly sucked a nipple between his lips, then engulfed even more of her breast into the blazing caverns of his mouth.

Elena cried out panting his name. "Oh, Damon. Damon. Damon." her eyes opened, "Damon?" He was gone. Elena spun around in shock. Where was he? How had he vanished?

Slowly, reality crept back in. She'd been showering alone and then from nowhere Damon had appeared. Had this been another dream? No, she knew she hadn't fallen asleep standing up. She knew she hadn't fallen asleep period. But that, whatever had just happened, was not some daydream. Damon had been here. She could smell him, feel him. Oh God, could she feel him.

Simply put, she had no way of explaining what just happened. It dawned on Elena that figuring out what happened may not be her biggest problem. Guilt was setting in. It was ridiculous because nothing truly happened, but she could not shake the feeling that she had been unfaithful to Stefan. During the day dream—that's what she'd have to call it—she believed whole-heartedly she was in reality. In that reality, she was intimate with Damon without a single thought of Stefan. This was not good.

The water had run cold and finally pushing Elena from her fog as. Shivering, she turned it off and heard a knock on the door. "Yeah?"

"Elena? Stefan's here." Jenna alerted. "He brought bacon and pancake mix."

Elena's stomach sank. Crap.

Damon rolled to his side, shuddering. When he began stroking himself he'd been thinking of Katherine. Without his consent, his fantasy quickly turned to Elena instead. His imagination took him to Elena's house, more specifically Elena's bathroom. For a minute, he'd spied on her showering, but as soon as she was rubbing herself with that spongy thing he couldn't resist striping and climbing in behind her. He couldn't lie; he'd enjoyed the fact that he'd startled her. He was a vampire after all.

Things had heated up quickly and Damon was shocked at the passion between them. He was pleasantly surprised by Elena's enthusiasm and roaming hands. Their first kiss was magic as their bodies pressed and molded into one. If only they had truly joined and become one, oh God. For some reason they didn't go the whole way in his fantasy. He couldn't imagine why not. It hadn't mattered though; the climax brought on by the feeling of Elena's breast between his lips was one of the best he'd had in 150 years.

Wait a minute, Damon was coming out of his post-climax fog. It had been the feeling of Elena's breast. It had not been the thought, or the dream, or the visual. It had been the actual tactile sensation of her hardened nipple between his lips. What was going on? It wasn't possible yet at the same time he would bet his unlife he had truly been with Elena. Damon growled, between this and the two dreams it was becoming too much to handle.

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