A/N: I'm sorry. I know it's been a while since my last update. I came across some writers block but then hammered out this update for you guys last night. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of The Vampire Diaries or the show itself. This is just fiction purely for fan entertainment. I do however own the ideas and most of the plotlines of the story. Please don't take them.

Chapter Six: Forget

Elena woke up to the warm feeling of the sun shining against her face. Her eyes remained closed as she smiled. She'd slept great. She couldn't remember the last time she had woken up this happy. She then registered the heavy arm draped over her middle and the chest flush against her back. Her eyes flew open as she remembered the events of late last night.

"Morning." She felt the words mumbled against her neck. She found herself holding her breath and closing her eyes. She wasn't ready to face him.

"Elena," he yawned. "I know you're awake. I can hear your heartbeat, you know." He smiled, snuggling closer to her body.

Elena cursed the quick thumping in her chest and she slowly opened her eyes while rolling onto her back. She pulled the bed sheet tightly around her still naked form. She stared up at the ceiling and let out a groan.

"Damon, what the hell did we do last night?" she asked, shaking her head, her hair spreading out across the pillow beneath her.

He smirked, crawling on top of her. "Does that mean you need a re-enactment?" he questioned kissing her cheek. She turned her eyes away from him to avoid seeing his very nude body. It was bad enough she could feel him. She didn't need to see him, too.

"Damon," she scolded. "We can't do this."

His kisses started to trail down along her neck and collarbone to the center of her chest before he looked her in the eye. "But we can," he smirked. It was okay last night?" he asked confused.

"No, it wasn't okay last night...and it's still not okay today."

"But you liked it," he prodded, attempting to pull the sheet off of her.

She swatted at his hand while shaking her head no.

"Elena..." he continued.

She gulped and shook her head again. "We can't," she barely whispered, her eyes shifting back and forth.

He nodded his head, his hand gripping her hip through the thin sheet. "We can," he assured her, his lips mere centimetres from hers. She silently shook her head this time. He could see her internal struggle but knew he was breaking her down.

His lips travelled to her ear, "Elena..." his voice lowered, tone at a whisper, "I can make you feel so good..."

She shivered at his closeness. He placed his lips to hers. He didn't kiss her. He simply waited for her to respond.

He didn't have to wait long.

She felt her lips moving against his even after repeatedly instructing them not to. And when his tongue slid along her lower lip, she let him in without hesitation. Elena could feel him hardening against her thigh and she moaned into his mouth. He smiled against her lips in response.

He reached for her hands tightly clutching the sheet around her chest and laced his fingers with hers, holding them gently above her head. She sighed at the strangely affectionate gesture. He soon released her hands and lips as his fingers travelled down to the edge of the sheet.

"Damon," she sighed. "What about Stefan?" she questioned, eyes remaining shut.

"I don't about him care, and neither should you," he told her as he tugged at the sheet still wrapped tightly around her body. "Besides, I can give you everything you want. For example, how many orgasms do you want, Elena?" he asked with a smirk.

Her eyes popped open and looked straight into his.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "Hmm?" he prodded.

She shook her head. There was no way she was discussing this with him. It was bad enough she was lying here naked with him, when she should be at the boarding house, down the hall, lying naked with Stefan.

"Give me a number..." he chuckled slightly.

"One..." she whispered, almost like a question.

"One?" he scoffed. "I can give you any number of orgasms you could possibly want today, and you ask for one?"

She smiled internally. There was the cocky Damon she knew. She squeezed her eyes shut again.

He smiled, "We'll start small. Let's aim for three," he kissed her cheek before yanking the sheet off of her body and settling between her legs.

He trailed his fingers from her collarbone down along her breasts to her hips while he showered her body with kisses.

The desire she felt for him, added to knowing this was so wrong had already built her up and his constant kisses weren't helping to bring her down. He kissed around her right nipple, his hand caressing her left; kneading it softly in his palm before sucking the nipple between his lips. He nibbled at her lightly with blunt teeth. His kisses slowly fell down to her bellybutton and she squirmed in delight against his lips. His hands spread her legs and she could feel her belly starting to tremble. He kissed her inner thigh and reached a finger up to run down her opening. Her hands gripped as his shoulders and he pushed one finger inside of her.

Before he could do more, she felt her first small orgasm shake through her body.

Damon couldn't contain his laughter. "Seriously?" he questioned aloud.

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked away in embarrassment.

"Gah, you're adorable," he breathed. "This is going to be easier than I thought."

He started to move his finger that was still inside her and she moaned at the continuation of his motions. He said no words as he moved to place his lips directly on her clit, making her body arch up in response to his unanticipated action. He worked his tongue around his unrelenting finger, relishing in the sweet sighs and delicious moans coming from Elena's mouth. He added another finger inside of her and started to gently suck on her clit, softly moaning against her, leading an appreciative vibration up her body from her core.

He quickened the pace of his fingers before suddenly removing them, replacing them with his tongue which he pushed inside of her steadily. Her back arched again and she gripped at his hair, pulling his head strongly against her. He smirked as he lapped at her wetness. He felt her inner muscles clench again, smiling at his soon-to-be accomplishment.

She felt her toes curl and her eyes flutter closed as she could no longer watch the escapade. She felt her muscles tighten and the delightful release following and a sated smile appeared on her lips.

She sighed, "Damon..." she pulled him up, his forehead resting against hers.

"If you think we're done, Elena," he started, "you're wrong," he finished, smirking while sliding the head of his manhood against her opening.

She nodded in regards to his unspoken request and he braced himself above her before slowly, gently pushing himself inside her. His eyes closed in response, revelling in the perfect way he fit. He really hoped that she didn't change her mind, didn't run away when they were through because he didn't know how he could go on knowing that she would never allow this magnificent feeling to overcome him again. He slid himself in to the hilt and kissed her lips.

"Just...give me a minute," he sighed against her. He needed to remember this exact moment forever.

She nodded as he rested his head near her shoulder. He started to slide himself all the way out, followed by pushing himself all the way back in.

Elena's eyebrows furrowed again, her heart swelling at the way he was so gentle with her. It was the last thing she'd expected. He seemed to be the polar opposite of gentle and she figured sex would be the same way. But it was as if he was making love to her. Her eyes widened at the thought. No. Not love. This was an accident, she attempted to convince herself. This will be the last time and then she'll tell him to forget it ever happened and that she loves Stefan and that they need to just go back to the way they were. She shook her head at herself.

"What's wrong?" Damon asked, seeing the internal conflict return to her again.

She shook her head again, this time at him and without words wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

"Are you sure?" he asked, stilling his movements.

"Yeah. Yes...keep going," she urged.

His pace quickened slightly and he buried his head in the crook of her neck. Before long, he could hear her breathing and heart increase their pace and he felt himself teetering on the edge of release. He needed her to fall with him so he kissed her and reached his hand down to play with her. She broke the kiss, needing air to fill her lungs as she started to moan aloud. She felt a repeat of the tingling feelings in her lower belly, the fire burning strong, threatening to take over her very soul.

"Elena," he groaned out, kissing her neck. "Let go. Please. Come with me."

She nodded as she allowed herself to be overpowered by the sensations erupting inside of her. Her clenching muscles pulled at his member and he soon fell along with her, spilling himself inside of her and collapsing slightly over her body.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly in the small space she had between his body and her own. He flipped their bodies over, rolling hers to rest on top of his. He kissed her forehead as he pulled the blankets up to cover their naked bodies.

"Damon," she started, her voice small. "This...thing...whatever this is," she looked up at him. "It's done. It can't happen again. I mean, for real this time. I'm done." She started to get up.

He pulled her body back down to his. "Elena, you're not serious."

She nodded her head, "But, I am," she assured him.

He sat up in response, in turn almost violently knocking her body off of his, forcing her to sit up herself.

"Elena," he started, anger rising inside of him, "I don't know why you don't understand me. I love you. This," he shifted his hand between them as a symbol of their actions, "was not just sex. I want to be with you. I know that you feel the same way or else you wouldn't be here with me, like this. You would have kicked me out a long time ago. You wouldn't have slept with me last night or today...you would have stopped me or...or kicked me or slapped me, anything. But the fact that you didn't, shows me just how much you want this."

She shook her head whilst standing up to search for her clothes. "No, Damon. That's not what this is. This was just sex. It was wrong...and I was angry that you were kissing Katherine. I don't know why but–"

"I KNOW WHY! You were jealous. And that's perfectly understandable when you're in love with someone, i.e. me."

"No, no, Damon. That's not why I was upset. I was upset because I thought you were lying to me. I was confused at why you would do something like that, and angry at why you wouldn't tell me, and tired of trying to chase down Stefan and you just came in and you–"

"Don't you dare say that I took advantage of you! You made these choices of your own free will, Elena. You could have stopped me. I didn't force you. I didn't compel you. And if you would have said no or stop...I would have. No doubt about it."

"I DID SAY NO!" she shouted, a lot louder than she thought she would. "I said no, that we can't, that this was wrong, that I'm with Stefan and what did you do? You kissed me and you touched me and you made me give in to you."

Damon shook his head, "I can't believe you. You're blaming me? This is ridiculous." He got up from the bed and picked up his boxers. He pulled them on muttering to himself while he found the rest of his clothes.

"I'm sorry, Damon, but this was wrong." She started to put on her own clothing that was found littered along the floor of her bedroom. "I love Stefan. I mean, I love you, too, but not in the same way that I think you love me." She stepped closer to him tentatively. "I love our friendship...and," she looked down at his feet. "I still would like to be friends, if we could just forget this and move on."

"Forget this? Move on? How am I supposed to move on from this when I love you? How am I supposed to forget how your lips taste and how soft your skin is? How am I supposed to forget how it feels to be inside you? I can't just go back to being your friend, Elena. That's impossible because I don't want to be your friend. I want more."

"Well," she stated, "you can't have it."

His eyes darkened. "What are you going to tell Stefan...especially when he asks about why we've stopped talking? Are you going to tell him that we had sex, that we made love...twice? That I've tasted you? That we laid naked together all night long in your bed? That I came inside you twice and that all of the above doesn't matter because 'I love you, Stefan'? Give me a break," he scoffed. "You're fucking yourself over if you believe knowing this won't affect him. Just because you don't see what I see, doesn't mean that he doesn't see it. He knows just as well as I do...as well as probably everybody else does that you're in love with me. And if you want to sit here and pretend that this is all bullshit then fine, believe whatever the fuck you want."

"Damon, I think you should leave now." Elena stepped away from him, turning to sit on her bed facing the opposite way, tears threatening to fall. She would not let herself cry in front of him.

"Fine," he replied, angrily. "But soon enough you're going to realize that Stefan is lying just as much as you are...and when that happens, don't fucking come crying to me, because I won't be here and I won't give a shit." He slammed her bedroom door behind him as he left and the second he was gone, Elena burst into tears.

A/N #2: Oh, the drama. What did you guys think? I'm not sure if I'll fix it just yet, we'll see how it goes. Thanks again to everyone who added this story/me to their alerts and double thanks to those who took the time to write reviews. Again, it means so much and makes me want to keep writing.