a/n: So I managed to stretch it out and make a part three! Yay! But there won't be any more after that. The ending I wrote finally felt like an ending. :) Hopefully you guys like this as much as you liked part one :)

And I'm officially over 300 reviews! That's a personal best. You guys are amazing. :)

Again, special thanks to BadBoysAreBest who helped me decide on an ending :)

p.s. I know it might seem a little OOC to have Delena be all lovey-dovey, but they've been wanting this for some time now and they don't have to hide it anymore. In my mind, it's justified. Hopefully you guys agree :)

THIRTEEN

It was already mid afternoon; they had slept in rather late and Damon knew he had spent more time with Stefan than he had planned. He also knew he should have called Elena after the first hour that he was gone. He knew his brother kept talking because it was his break from Katherine. If roles had been reversed, Damon was certain one of them would be dead right now, but he wasn't so sure it would have been her. After two hours of talking to Stefan, Damon was able to say goodbye and head back to Elena. He was quite surprised that he had managed to keep from gloating or saying anything at all about himself and Elena to Stefan.

When he returned, he found Elena pacing the length of her bedroom. The moment she saw him, she made a beeline towards the window and clung to him. It took him a moment before he returned her hold. Only then did he notice that she was trembling. "Elena? What's wrong?" The small hairs on the back of his neck were standing up.

Elena had been pacing since Elijah left. She had been debating on telling Damon about the deal she had made or just keeping it to herself. She rubbed her face against his chest and tightened her hold. "Elijah," she whispered, deciding that keeping this from him would be foolish.

Damon stilled, trying to get control of his anger. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Damon pulled back enough so he could see her face. Instead of letting her answer, he said, "Of course he didn't hurt you because you didn't let him in, right?"

Elena bit her lower lip, her eyes beginning to water. Instead of breaking down like he thought she would do, she pulled away and glared at him. "He said if I didn't let him in, he would go after you. We made the deal and then you didn't come back and I thought-"

Damon cursed himself for not calling. He pulled her back into his arms and moved his hand up and down her back in a soothing rhythm. "It didn't feel right to just drop off the bag and leave him. He looked so needy so I stayed and gave him someone else to talk to. I'm so sorry Elena, I didn't know."

She nodded against his chest. "How is he?" she asked, changing the subject.

"As good as he can be for being locked in a tomb with a psychotic ex."

"He won't be in there for long," she said.

Damon pulled back again. Last night, she had questioned their ability to get Stefan out and now she sounded confident that it would happen. One of his brows rose as he looked at her. "Oh?"

"The deal I made with Elijah. Getting Stefan out of the tomb was part of it."

Damon was a little shocked that he had almost forgotten about the deal. "I think you should explain the terms of this deal to me."

Elena pulled out of his embrace again and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Elijah said he would protect my loved ones when Klaus came if I promised to stop drawing attention to myself. I said I would if he got Stefan out."

Damon blinked a few times. Not at all what he was expecting. "That...is a good deal. What makes you think he'll keep his end of the bargain?"

"The fact that he's had the chance to kill us more than once and we're still here," she replied.

Damon nodded, he couldn't argue with that. As he moved towards the bed, his phone rang, causing him to stop mid walk. He answered it to Alaric. "Yes Ric?"

"There's a woman in town asking about Mason. Tyler was just here. He told Caroline that she came to his house." He paused for a moment. "And I think she just walked in."

"You think or you know?"

Alaric was silent, making Damon impatient. His free hand balled into a fist while he waited. "I know. She just pulled out his picture and asked the bartender about him."

"Think she's a were?" he asked and Elena's eyes widened.

"She might be."

Damon sighed and his gaze settled on Elena. Her eyes were wide and pleading. She knew from the expression on his face that he was thinking of going out again. "Think you can handle it on your own?"

Elena visibly relaxed before him. "Um, I can try. What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know. Just keep an eye on her, approach her, I don't care. Just don't get killed, okay?" Damon instructed and returned the phone to his pocket.

As his lips parted to explain, Elena got to her feet and shook her head. "I don't want to know."

"Actually, you do," he said. "There's a woman from Florida that's asking about Mason."

At that, Elena's memory kicked in. "Tyler!" she exclaimed. "It's a full moon tonight and-"

"Don't worry, Caroline said she would help him."

Elena nodded, her heart aching for the boy. From what Caroline had told her during their late night visits, the change was something painful. "Okay."

Silence fell around them until Damon spoke again. "Alright, we're going to the boarding house."

"Why?"

"Because I want to be somewhere where I don't have to worry about other people coming and going. No one is supposed to be there except me for the moment. It's the easiest way to keep you safe."

Elena stared at him. "And what exactly are we going to do there?"

Damon couldn't resist. He smirked and raised his shoulders. "I have plenty of things in mind," he said suggestively and winked at her.

Elena rolled her eyes and shook her head, a smile on her face the entire time. "You're incorrigible," she muttered and began walking towards the door.

Damon stopped her by looping an arm around her waist. "Where do you think you're going?"

She stared up at him in confusion, her hands resting on her shoulders to steady herself. "I thought we were going to the boarding house?"

"We are, but I think you should bring a change of clothes." Instead of saying anything, Elena let one of her brows rise in question. Damon brought a hand up and tucked her hair behind one of her ears. "I want to wake up to you in my bed."

Elena felt warmth spread throughout her body, especially her cheeks. "Okay," she whispered and then cleared her throat. "You'll have to let me go first." Damon smirked and released her so that she could pack an overnight bag. He watched her with curiosity as she only packed undergarments and a pair of flats. When she looked at him again, she paused. "What?"

"Not that I'm complaining, I just didn't think you were the type of girl who walked around the house in nothing but underwear."

Elena looked at him, not wanting to kill the mood with what she had to say. "I still have some stuff in Stefan's room. I guess this would be a good time to get it back. I know it's clean because I just put it there not too long ago."

Damon decided to let that be the end of that conversation. He nodded and extended his arm for her to take. She twined their fingers together and followed him downstairs. Once they were on the road, Damon spoke. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes," she answered almost immediately. She hadn't eaten all day being that she was worried about Damon and the fact that she had woken up rather late.

Damon smiled. "What would you like?"

"At this point, I don't care. You choose," she answered and Damon was very happy she wasn't picky like most girls. Unfortunately, that meant he had to go out of his way, making it that much longer before they were alone in the mansion. Although, as long as she was with him, he truly didn't mind. He ended up getting the closest thing to the boarding house which was Chinese. Elena's eyes widened when he returned to the car and made her hold the bags in her lap. "I thought you said there wasn't anyone else there?"

"There isn't."

Elena rolled her eyes; boys and their appetites. "Oookay," she said and shifted in the seat to get more comfortable. Once they were at the manor, Damon helped her carry the food in and began setting the containers on the island counter while she got the plates. She snickered while he loaded his plate with as much food as it could hold and then reached for a fork. "No chopsticks?" she teased.

"I'm starving. Chopsticks take too much effort," he explained and sighed when he saw her stiffen. "I'm not hungry for that, Elena."

She nodded and grabbed her plate before following him into the parlor. He sat on one side of the couch while she sat on the other. The moment she sat down, she groaned. "I forgot the-" Before she could finish the sentence, the air around her stirred and there were two glasses filled with soda on the coffee table before them. "Thanks."

"Welcome," he replied and began wolfing down his food.

Elena smiled and started eating. Neither of them said a word, choosing to simply sit there and enjoyed each other's company. By the time Elena was finished, Damon still had a quarter of his plate left. He stopped eating as she stood up. "I'm gonna go get my stuff," she explained.

Damon nodded and watched her until she was out of view. Elena made her way up to Stefan's room and pushed open the door carefully. She stayed in the hallway and looked around, remembering the last time she had been inside. With a sigh, Elena straightened up and crossed the room to the trunk at the foot of the bed. She lifted the lid and pulled the small pile of clothes out, letting them rest in the crook of her arm. With that, she wandered into the on suite bathroom to retrieve her toothbrush and a few other bathroom products Stefan had bought for her.

She exited the room faster than she had entered it, closing the door behind her. As she looked at the few doors that littered the hallway, she realized she had no idea which one belonged to Damon. And that was exactly how he found her; standing in the middle of the hallway looking lost and confused.

"Elena?" he called softly.

She seemed to shake herself out of her daze and looked at him. "Sorry," she said apologetically and shifted her weight. "I guess I should have asked which one was yours first."

He grinned and took her things before tilting his head, indicating for her to follow him. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes went wide with awe. The room was definitely Damon. It was elegantly decorated with the perfect blend of traditional and contemporary styles. It was manly, but there was a slight womanly touch. Damon placed her things on the desk and leaned against the piece of furniture. He watched her walk around the room, inspecting everything with a childlike wonder.

"This is the size of my house. Or at least the first story."

"It's not that big," he commented although in truth, it wasn't that much smaller. "Perks of being the eldest."

Elena pouted at that as her index finger trailed down the spine of one of his books. "I wish. Somehow Jeremy ended up with the bigger room." She dropped her hand and turned to look at him. Her gaze slipped past him to the bathroom door that was ajar and she pouted again. "Good God, does every room have its own private bath?"

"Yes," he answered and smirked when she glared at him.

"So not fair," she mumbled and then returned his smirk. "At least you have good taste. I always thought your room would just be a black hole."

"You've imagined what my room would look like?" he asked.

Elena blushed; of course he would pick up on that. "Maybe."

"And you thought it would be nothing but black? I'm offended," he added.

She just looked at him, waiting for him to continue. Elena straightened up as she started crossing the room, a hint of his predatory nature in his eyes. "Well..."

"Is it because I'm a vampire?" he teased.

"I always assumed black was your favorite color. You wear it more than Jeremy."

His jaw dropped and he placed his hand over his heart, pretending to be shocked. "I'm hurt Elena," he said as he stopped in front of her. "Black is not my favorite color."

"Alright," Elena said and lifted her chin up. "What's your favorite color then?"

He grinned at that and took a step forward, causing her to take one back. He continued until her back was pressed against the wall. "Blue, like the color of my eyes because it's irresistible."

Elena rolled her eyes. She had been expecting something profound; something to show insight to the man behind the vampire. Instead, she got a cheesy pick-up line of sorts. "You are so full of-"

Damon cut her off by cupping her face and bringing his lips to hers. All the nervousness that she had had about being alone with him went away. All she could think about now was how his body felt pressed against hers and the way their mouths moved as one. Elena wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as his hands slid down until they reached her hips. He grabbed onto her and lifted so that she could wrap her legs around him. Elena moaned softly as he pushed her harder against the wall to ensure that she wouldn't fall.

Just as Elena began to relax, Damon pulled her away from the wall and the next thing she knew, they were on the bed. Elena let her hands roam over his back, her nails scraping at the material of his shirt. His lips moved to her neck so that she could breathe, his blunt teeth nipping at her flesh every once in awhile. Elena bent her knees, cradling his body to hers. She revealed in the sound of Damon's moan as their bodies got as close as they could without him being inside her.

Without thinking, Damon pulled back slightly, drawing her with him so that he could remove her shirt. As he stared down at her he realized what he had done and he knew if he didn't stop now, he never would. "I'm sorry," he said and began to move away.

Elena locked her ankles behind his back faster than he thought she could move. "If I want you to stop, I'll tell you," she informed him, her voice husky with desire.

"That's the thing, Elena. You can tell me all you want, but I don't trust myself. I've been dreaming about this for so long..." his voice trailed off and he ran his fingers over her cheek.

Elena's head tilted to the side for a second before she reached up and pulled his face back down to hers. She kissed him lightly and then trailed her lips to his ear. Gently, she nibbled at his lobe and felt the shudder that ran through his body. "I want you, Damon. I have for quite awhile now."

If he wasn't hard before, he was stiff as a board hearing that. She placed another kiss on his cheek and laid back down, her hands caressing his biceps. He gazed into her eyes, searching for something that even he wasn't sure of. "Are you sure?"

Elena sighed and placed her feet back on the bed. "If you don't want to-"

He interrupted her again with another kiss. "No, I want to," he assured her before kissing her deeply. "I just want to make sure that you do."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

What was he waiting for? His inner voice was screaming at him to shut up and take her already. She was ready and willing in his bed just as he had imagined thousands of times before. Needing no further encouragement, he leaned in and captured her lips once more. Immediately, the air began to sizzle and each touch sent sparks flying. The passion that both of them felt took over and they allowed themselves to feed the growing desire.

Elena removed his shirt while he tore her undershirt from her. Her hands roamed his chest for the first time. She had always imagined what his skin would feel like beneath her fingers. She remembered the time she helped him button his shirt for the bachelor charity event, she had been more than tempted to touch him. She almost whined as he moved out of reach while kissing his way down her throat. Damon's lips found her collarbone and sucked on the skin, causing her body to arch into his. Slowly, he moved his kisses lower and lower until they were touching the fabric of her bra. Her eyes fluttered as his tongue dove behind the material and swept across her nipple.

"What the hell is going on?" came Stefan's voice, making the couple spring apart.

Elena was breathing heavily as she scrambled to sit up, her eyes focused on Stefan with horror. She had planned on telling him, but not like this. This was the worst case scenario. "Stefan..." she breathed.

Her heart nearly shattered as he looked at her and then Damon. There was betrayal written all over his face. There was also anger. The evidence was in the way his eyes darkened and his face rippled with veins that wanted to stand out. Damon noticed and got to his feet. "Out," he demanded to his younger brother.

"Stefan, just let me explain," Elena pleaded as she got to her feet, but stayed behind Damon.

"You don't need to explain anything, Elena. I think you made yourself perfectly clear although you are somewhat of a hypocrite."

Elena's jaw dropped in horror and she had to remind herself that he was hurt and that was why he was lashing out. Before she could get the chance to say anything, he used his vampiric speed to exit the room. Damon relaxed and turned to gather her in his arms. "He's gone," he said having heard the front door slam. From the force, Damon suspected that the door may have been broken.

Elena was trembling as she clung to him. "I..." she tired to speak, but nothing came out.

Damon stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. "It's my fault. I should have heard him come in. I shouldn't have-"

She shook her head against his chest and then tried to step away. "I have to find him and explain things."

"No you don't. You're not going anywhere near him. Let him calm down a little. He's very angry and he just started drinking human blood again. That combination is likely to get you killed." He paused and held onto her shoulders. "Please?"

She nodded in defeat and he pulled her back into his arms. After her heart rate had returned to normal and the tears were gone from her eyes, Damon released his hold and gathered their clothes from the floor. "At least now we know Elijah keeps his word," Elena mumbled after pulling on the shirt Damon hadn't destroyed.

Damon didn't say anything, he simply sat on the bed using the headboard as a backrest. He pointed to the TV when Elena looked at him funny and her eyes went wide again. "I have plenty of movies."

"Why didn't I see that before?" she asked, more to herself than anything. On the wall opposite the bed was a flat screen TV. There really wasn't any explanation for why or how she had missed it until a picture slid over the big screen. "Oh."

Damon nodded and waved the remote at her. "I don't always want to look at it so I hide it when I want."

"How high tech of you," Elena replied as she moved to the other side of the bed. She chose to lay on her side and use Damon's stomach as a pillow.

"What would you like to watch?"

"I don't care," she answered, adjusting until she was completely comfortable.

With that, Damon began flipping through channels. Without her having to say anything, Damon remembered what she had said last time; no horror, comedy, or romance. Once again, that didn't leave him with much to choose from. When he finally chose a movie on Starz, Elena maneuvered her body so she could look at him. "What?" he asked.

"Enchanted?"

Damon sighed and placed his hand on her side, gently rolling her back to her original position. "Then you pick something."

"No, this is good," she said and smiled to herself. "I just didn't know you liked Disney."

"I happen to have a thing for Amy Adams," he informed her.

Elena's smile turned into a smirk. "Uh huh."

Neither of them said anything as they turned their attention to the movie. Damon's hand was massaging her side absently and it brought back the feeling of arousal that had been cut short by Stefan's intrusion. After half an hour of laying there in silence, Damon noticed a change in Elena's breathing. He could also sense her arousal and it made him anxious about having her face so close to his lap. He winced at the thought because it only caused his member to harden.

Elena noticed the difference in the looseness of his pants. She had meant what she said earlier; she wanted him. Sure, Stefan had killed the moment, but it was starting to pick back up again. Elena shifted, bringing her face closer to the rising bulge. It was then that she noticed Damon's hand was resting lower on her body than it had been before. Good, she thought, at least we're on the same page.

Elena laid there, debating on how she wanted to go about it. She had only done this once with Stefan and he hadn't told if she was good or bad. Since Damon was obviously skilled in the bedroom, Elena felt a little pressured. Elena gave herself a little mental slap and took a deep breath, deciding to just go for it. Slowly, she moved her right hand along the bed as she was laying on her left arm. She knew he had seen the movement because there wasn't any give to his pants anymore.

Somehow, she managed to undo his fly with one hand, surprising herself in the process. His fingers dug into her skin in anticipation and Elena knew there was no going back. With that thought in mind, she slipped her hand into the opening and freed him from his denim prison. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his erection. He was incredibly hard and her hand fit perfectly around him.

Damon groaned low in his throat as she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him slowly from base to tip. Never in his undead life would he ever have pegged Elena as bold in the bedroom. It was somewhat of a relief to know that she wasn't going to be shy and insecure.

His hand moved to the waistband of her jeans, thankful that she had her hips at an angle. As she continued moving her hand at an agonizingly slow pace, Damon mirrored her earlier moves and undid the fly of her jeans with one hand. Carefully, he pushed them and her underwear from her hips just enough for him to reciprocate. Elena let out a soft moan as his fingers grazed her nether lips. He repeated the action a few times before inserting his middle finger into her wet heat. He thrust his finger each time she stroked him, his thumb rubbing circles against the small bundle of nerves.

Without thinking about it, Elena's tongue darted out to taste him. Damon shuddered; he certainly hadn't been expecting that either. Before he could even collect his thoughts, Elena moved closer and took him into her mouth. Damon swore and Elena's chuckle sent vibrations around his shaft. While she pleased him with her lips, tongue, and fingers, Damon added another finger into her, completely in awe of how tight she was. He increased his pace and deepened each thrust. Each time his fingers buried themselves inside of her, Elena moaned and quickened her movements.

Warmth spread through her entire body as Damon added another finger without pausing. Her walls clenched at him, signaling that she was close. She moaned around him and pulled back to swirl her tongue around his head. Damon's free hand dove into her hair and brushed it away from his face. "Elena..." he moaned, trying to warn her that he was about to come soon.

He increased the speed of his fingers until he was almost using his superhuman speed. "Damon!" she gasped and moaned again. She was throwing her hips up, meeting him thrust for thrust. The moment he found her g-spot, she inhaled sharply and pulled him out of her mouth to avoid biting him while she cried out. He kept up his thrusts until the last tremors of her orgasm were gone. Only then did he slow down and realize what Elena was about to do. She had taken him back into her mouth again and using every trick she could think of to get him off. Before Damon could warn her again, his hand tightened in her hair and he groaned deeply. He could feel the rush as his seed left his body and spilled into her mouth. Damon could only stare at her in shock; she was swallowing him down without complaint.

When they were both done riding their highs, Elena sat up on her knees and wiped her mouth. Damon saw how crimson her cheeks were and couldn't help but notice that she avoided his gaze even after they both redressed. He reached out and pulled her to him. He kissed her. Both of them were able to taste themselves on the other's lips. When he pulled away, he tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled at her. "I love you Elena."

She blushed again and returned his smile. "I love you too Damon," she breathed snuggled into the crook of his arm to finish watching the movie.