iknow, it's short. sorry. okay, don't mind however many errors you found in the last chapter because i think i was sleeping when i wrote it. hope you enjoy this little chapter, the next one will be pretty large.

"Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire throne."
- Barry Cornwall

"Does nothing satisfy you?" Damon asked, staring across from her at a dark, candlelight restaurant just outside of town. "Look how romantic this is, I've never brought Caroline to a place like this before." Elena's eyes lifted to meet his.

"Well, I just hate that we can't go out in town without somebody seeing us." Elena said, looking away from Damon to focus her eyes on the fries she was finishing off, as was he.

"Why don't I just go break up with Caroline, and you go break it off with Tyler so we can go out and about in Mystic Falls already?" He asked, staring her down with those beautiful eyes he managed to obtain. Stefan used to talk about his mother sometimes, and he would always describe her as this beautiful woman with bright blue eyes and glossy black hair. She figured that's where Damon got his looks from, and Stefan from their father. Elena looked back up at Damon after finishing her fries.

"You know that that's not an option Damon." Elena spoke in a scolding matter, as if the thought was completely ridiculous.

"Why the hell not?" He exclaimed loudly, making a couple tables around them look up from their dinner. He looked around then back to Elena.

"You know why."

"No. I really don't. Please, enlighten me, Miss. Gilbert."

"Caroline is my best friend. You're her boyfriend. If she ever finds out about this, she'll make my life hell. It's like a suicide mission, Damon, you and I both know Caroline would never take this well." Elena explained, as if this was all just common sense. Which in her eyes, it definitely was.

"And Tyler?" Damon inquired, leaning back in his seat when he too finished his fries.

"I like him. Definitely boyfriend material." She parted her lips slightly in a small smirk and she raised one eyebrow, following suit by leaning back in her chair as well.

"Elena Gilbert, you little tease." Damon said, in a complimenting manner, he grinned at her beauty. Her hair was ruffled slightly and sort of waved out due to the summer humidity. "So, my lovely, how about you come back to my place tonight? Tell Aunt Jenna you're sleeping over at Bonnie's, you could use a good night's no rest."

"Frankly, Mr. Salvatore, I don't think I like that kind of talk. Maybe I'll call on Tyler Lockwood. His bed could always use another body." Elena said, standing up, keeping her eyes off Damon, and before she could see him, she felt his lips on the back of her neck.

"Just try and resist, baby." He whispered hotly against her soft skin, and she felt this may not be the greatest conversation for a restaurant. Elena watched as Damon put down a few bills, then looked to her, grabbing her hand and towing her outside. As soon as they stepped into the cool air of the night, Damon pushed her against the side of the building, immediately attacking her lips. She moved her lips away from him for air, so Damon took this time to assault her neck expertly with his tongue and lips, occasionally biting her. She giggled childishly, digging in her bag for her cell phone.

"Sh sh sh sh sh. I'm calling Jenna." She whispered as soon as she entered her home phone number. She was giggling all the while, due to Damon's consistent growls and kisses by her neck. "Jenna. Hey. I'm ah…" She paused when Damon quickly captured her lips. "Bonnie's. I'm sleeping over at Bonnie's house tonight so don't expect me home until… a while." Damon's hand slipped up her dress and she squeezed her eyes shut instantly at his cold hands on her warm thighs. "I'll call you tomorrow! Bye!' she rushed, stuffing her phone in her purse and kissing Damon.

In the morning, Elena swore she had bruised thighs from where Damon's hands gripped her too tightly. She rolled over slowly, grasping the covers over her naked body. Damon's eyes flicked openly slowly to look at her. After a few seconds of just a needy stare, Damon smiled, a real smile, and Elena laughed, kissing him quickly.

"I'm good." He prodded and Elena rolled onto her stomach her head in her pillow.

"Hmm, not that good." She smirked into the pillow and Damon moved his body on top of her, laying his chest against her back.

"You're screams begged to differ." He whispered in her ear and she snorted pushing him off of her to get up and find one of his shirts.

"You know, I bet Tyler's better. Maybe I should call him up." She buttoned up one of his black shirts, placing her hair in front of her shoulders.

"Maybe you should." Damon said, getting up to find his boxers. "I'm getting kind of tired of being you're little boy toy." He said, and she smirked, exiting the bedroom, leaving Damon to trail behind her.

She sat down at the kitchen table and watched as Damon began to make her pancakes. "Don't we have that Founder's thing tonight?" He asked, mixing the gooey substance, adding chocolate chips.

"Shit. I totally forgot about the Founder's dinner." She said, standing quickly.

"Relax," He settled her back in her seat. "Let me make you breakfast." He eased her, turning back to the frying pan he was now operating.

"You're taking Caroline, you know that right?" She asked, turning to him quizzically and he nodded back to her.

"And you're taking…"

"Tyler." She finished, coming up behind him to wrap her arms around his waist while he make her food. She kissed his bare back, then rested her head against it. "That's too bad. You'll have to go through the whole night without me on your arm." She said sarcastically, but he knew that both of them wanted that.

"Oh, the horror!" He turned, still attached to her, wrapping his arms over her shoulders. He pressed sweet kisses to her nose and she smiled against his lips happily.

What they both weren't expecting, was to hear a loud and abrupt clearing of a throat from the kitchen door frame, and a tensed body leaning against it. Damon and Elena jumped apart automatically, Damon hopping backwards into the stove.

"Stefan." Elena whispered, looking up at the boy with guilty eyes.

"Ow. Shit. I burnt myself."