a/n: i just love Damon, I can't resist him, so here is just a little more of him for your reading pleasure! :) Happy Reading!

p.s. watch for the Drabble!

When Elena got home she was exhausted. Dealing with vampires all day everyday was beginning to take a toll on her and she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to stand it without some kind of relief, some kind of fun. She and Katherine had agreed that they would meet up tomorrow and get down to business about all this planning business. With the help of Bonnie's spell it should all work out. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to do a little bonding with her doppelganger...they shared the same face, and they just might find a few more common interests other than the Salvatore brothers.

She got into bed without even getting undressed and went straight to sleep, images of Damon racing through her mind, especially the look on his face when she'd yelled at him earlier that night.

_Boarding House_

Damon had spent the last few hours pacing back and forth in his bedroom, the shock finally having worn off. He had gone from fuming to confused in a matter of minutes and now he was simply pissed. All he'd been thinking about for weeks now was Elena, how much he'd been missing her, how great she smelled. Ugh, what the hell was wrong with him? He knew he was in love with her, but he didn't bloody want to be! He just wanted to rid himself of everything about her, but now...now she had basically come out and told him to ravish her.

What the hell had she expected him to say to that? So what if he liked fighting with her? What if loved the way her eyes flared with passion as she yelled at him? What if he found sick enjoyment when she slapped him, because at least that meant she was touching him in some way? What if the possibility of passionate, angry, make up sex thrilled him into taking any chance he could to piss her off? Growling in frustration he flopped down on the bed.

Damon glared at the ceiling of his bedroom and fought back the urge of hunger. Dammit, he'd drained two bags already today, and they couldn't keep stealing from this hospital- but dammit he was hungry. With a curse he pushed himself away from the mattress and stalked downstairs, noticing the light was on in the kitchen- stopping him from going down to the freezer. With all senses on alert he moved carefully and quietly through the living room- finding Elena sitting at the island and twirling her thumbs as if she'd been waiting for him all along.

He would have asked what she'd been doing there, but the look in her eyes stopped him, and as she slid from the stool, slowly approaching him, he could feel his hunger grow. "I thought you might be hungry." She said, her voice even and smooth like jazz music across his senses. Then she moved her dark hair over to one side of her neck and turned the bare skin toward him. "Maybe I could help with that."

He took in the sensual lines of her neck, feeling his fangs slip into place, his body responding to the offer before his mind could grasp what was going on. He slowly reached his arm out and wrapped his fingers around the base of her neck, massaging the back of her scalp. She breathed in through her mouth, her breasts rising in the red silk nightgown, pressing against his chest. He found it odd that she was in lingerie in his kitchen after the fight they'd had but he wasn't about to say anything about it.

As he dipped his head, her scent enveloped him and he felt his brain spin. His fangs scraped across her skin, a longing moan slipping from her lips. He pulled back a little, ready to bite. He knew she would taste incredible. Knew that the second he did this there would be no going back, she was going to come to bed with him, and she would enjoy it. He felt the first points of his fangs sink into her skin, the first drop of blood meet his tongue, and then...nothing.

Damon sat up in bed, a cold sweat all over his body as he fought for air he didn't need. A dream, it had just been a dream. Damn that girl, she'd gotten under his skin and she wasn't going to get out until he had her. He shook his head and went to the shower, running the water a little cooler than normal. He knew that even after having her, he would be even worse off than he was now. She was too much for him, and they would spend the rest of eternity trying to tire of each other if he had any say in their future. As the water washed the dream away into his subconscious he focused on the anger.

Elena would tell him what was going on between her and Katherine, and she was going to tell him tomorrow.

_Gilbert Home_

Across town, Elena sat up in bed pushing her hair from her face. It was a dream, only a dream. Her heart hammered in her chest and she threw back the sheets. She didn't know where the dream had come from, for up until this moment the thought of Damon biting her had always scared her to a degree, but she found that as she remembered the way he'd bent his head, the feel of the first scrape of his fangs, that she was aroused, and annoyingly so. Cursing, she searched the floor for her slippers and went downstairs. Jeremy was asleep on the couch, the bright glare from the tv flashing on his face.

She turned it off and laid the blanket over him, then went to the kitchen. She had drunk a full glass of water before her heart had turned back to normal, but even then she could remember how good it had felt, how warm he'd felt. She shook her head and set the glass in the sink. This was ridiculous, she would not allow Damon Salvatore to steal another night of sleep from her. She walked back upstairs, determination in each stride.

However, as she went back to sleep, a certain dark haired, blue eyed vampire continue to haunt and seduce her into submission until she was crying and moaning his name.

a/n: i know you're all desperate to get on with the plan, but I did say we had a week...so that would leave the next chapter at a five day mark. With how fast I'm posting it shouldn't be too much longer. Did you enjoy the little bit of action? Next chapter, back to the girl power ;)