A/N: I know, I know. It's been a ridiculously long time since I last updated (1 month and 28 days to be exact). I honestly don't know how this happened. I think I'm going to place the blame on school and my lack of a laptop for a couple months...but I really think it was just a horrible case of writer's block.

So while I continue to ramble and put you off from reading the update for a couple minutes longer, I just want to thank all of you who've been reading this (especially the 90 of you that decided to put this story on your alert list) and double thanks to those of you who took the time to review chapters. I hope you're all still with me on this one.

Just a reminder, this fic started way back after Season 2, Episode 1: The Return aired. Therefore, all the Katherine/Elijah/Klaus, etc. stuff hasn't happened. Katherine's here for a different reason. Everything that happened in the episode happened, except for Katherine killing Caroline. She didn't leave the boarding house right after her moment with Damon.

On another note, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to toffeenutlatte who sent me an encouraging PM. Your kind words nudged me in the direction of sitting down, re-reading my own story and working on an update. So, thank you.

Now, if you actually made it through reading that and are still here with me, here is the long awaited update.

Chapter Nine: Tease

Damon looked down at the girl in his arms. He didn't know how long they had been sitting there. Her head rested against his shoulder, her eyes were closed and her breathing even. He smiled and placed a kiss atop her head before whispering, "Elena? Are you awake?" He thought he felt her nod her head, but looking at her, he couldn't quite tell.

The water had become freezing, the scent of jasmine long gone, and though it didn't bother him, he knew she shouldn't be sitting here. "Elena, come on, the water's cold. Let's get you to bed before you get sick." This time he was sure she nodded her head, but she didn't make a move to get up or even sit up straight.

"That's fine...I'll do it myself," he mumbled rolling his eyes. He, as best as he could, slipped out from behind her and grabbed a towel from the shelf beside the tub and he held it under his arm while he pulled Elena from the bath. She barely opened her eyes as she assisted him with getting her feet on the bathroom floor. He wrapped her body in the fluffy, white towel and rubbed her arms with his hands to dry her off before grabbing a towel for himself, securing it around his waist. He lifted her body, holding her to his chest as he brought her back into his bedroom, dropping her in a sitting position on his bed.

He walked towards his dresser drawers and searched through them, grabbing a pair of boxers for himself, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He turned to Elena and huffed at her. She had fallen back against the bed, body horizontally rather than correctly vertical on the bed, not even bothering to place a pillow under her own head. He threw the sweatpants and t-shirt beside her body hastily and pulled her arms, returning her to her previous sitting position he'd placed her in.

"Elena, I have to get you dressed."

"Why?" She barely mumbled the question.

"Why? Because I don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight if I'm lying next to a naked Elena," he smirked and chucked lightly at the smile that fell upon her lips.

"Fine," she whispered, and she slowly stood up, her eyes opening for the first time since stepping out of the tub.

He tugged the shirt over her head and helped her step into the sweatpants, pulling the waistband up to her hips. He chuckled again noticing how the pants barely stayed up.

"What?" she asked, her tone puzzled.

"Nothing," he replied as he tugged the drawstring on the pants. He allowed her to turn around and slip under the covers of his bed before following suit. She lay on her side, her eyes quickly shutting. He lay beside her on his back, slowly allowing his eyes to droop. He smiled when he felt her movement on the bed, his grin widening as he slid her arm across his waist and lay her head against his chest.

"G'night, Damon," she mumbled.

"Goodnight, Elena."

Elena woke up slowly, cringing a little from the brightness against her face. When she was able to open her eyes, she inwardly cursed at the window's open curtains. Her head felt heavy, her eyes slightly puffy. Damn her tear-swollen face. She almost turned to her other side to avoid the sun's harsh light before she registered the heavy arm draped across her middle, the hand splayed against her stomach and the hard chest flush against her back. She smiled.

"Morning," she heard the scratchy voice of the man behind her.

"Morning," she whispered back.

She leaned her body back a little closer to his.

Damon smiled to himself. It doesn't get much better than this, he thought. Waking up on a Sunday morning, sunlight streaming through the windows, Elena in his bed, her naked backside deliciously wiggling against him. Wait, naked backside? He could have sworn...

"Elena, what happened to your pants?"

She smiled, her eyes closed, "I was hot...in the middle of the night...so I took them off. Why? Is that a problem?" Her voice was husky. Damon couldn't contain the slight growl that escaped his throat.

"No, but..." he paused to run kisses down her neck, "it might just cause me to do this." He sucked on her skin softly, right below her pulse point. She sighed in response, arching her back, her neck pushing against his lips.

"And this..." he continued, his hand reaching up under her t-shirt to stroke her hardening nipple.

She let a small moan escape and he smiled against her neck.

"Which might lead to this," his hand slid out from under her shirt and down to stroke the outside of her thigh.

"Damon..." She sighed, her eyes clenching closed, her toes curling. "Don't tease..." she mumbled.

He smirked as he ripped the bed covers from their bodies and he tugged her thigh so her leg rested in the air as he quickly entered her from behind. An animalistic noise came from her throat and it shocked her how wet she already was. He slid in and out of her with ease, while hooking her knee in his hand, raising her leg higher.

Her breathing quickened easily, after only having him inside of her for a couple of minutes.

"God, I love morning sex," he breathed against her throat. She could only nod, her eyebrows furrowing; she was already close. Damon sensed this and slowed his thrusting. He heard her frustrated whine.

"Tsk tsk, Elena," he clicked his tongue, "Did you think I would let this end so fast?" he smirked.

"Damon," she sighed, arching against him. "Please...I need it."

His smirk grew. "Need it?" he questioned. "Need what?"

"You know what I mean, Damon..." she murmured.

"Yes, Elena, I do...but please, tell me anyway."

"Come, Damon," she growled, grasping his side behind her, "I need to come," she emphasized with a squeeze to his midsection.

"Oh," he stopped his movements abruptly. "Is that all you need?"

"Damon," she whined louder. "Don't stop, please," she begged, and she hated it. She hated how quickly he could have her begging, eating out of the palm of his hand.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," he smiled, covering her lips with his own, her tongue reaching out to caress his as he started his thrusting up again.

"Oh..." she ripped her lips from his, "Oh Damon," she grasped at his neck, pulling his face into the crook where her shoulder and neck met each other. "Gah, I'm so close..." she whispered.

"I know, baby girl," he groaned out. She smiled through the sex haze she was lost in. Two pet names in a span of five minutes came out of Damon Salvatore's mouth. But she couldn't stick with the thought for long because she was falling apart. Her walls slowly started to clench around his cock and he groaned, thrusting faster. He could feel his canines ripping through his gums, smoothly coming out with a growl against her neck. She felt them barely caressing her skin, almost like a paper cut that didn't break the skin.

"Damon," she sighed, "Do it..."

He shook his head, moving it away, but she pulled him back, angling her head so her throat stuck out further.

"Ah, Elena..." he panted harshly, "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered against her skin, his eyes clenching shut while his hips rocked against her.

"You won't," she assured him as her walls clenching became tighter around him, the heat in her belly burning strong. She gasped as his teeth pierced the skin on her neck as she came. His name spilled from her lips in a moan as his tongue lapped at the puncture marks and his seed shot into her. He released her leg and she groaned at the cramping in her thigh, her breathing coming out in gasps.

"I don't know what to say, Elena." She looked back at Damon, and was shocked once she realized the words didn't come from his mouth. Turning to the door, her heart sank and she started to feel lightheaded.

Stefan.

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