Update! First Date :)

Remember, the italicized paragraphs are the present day/future scenes.

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Elena's POV

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck," I moaned, as Damon gripped my hips, slamming me down onto him, over and over, his forehead touching the back of my neck.

He was relentless, and I was trying to remind myself that I had two excited children with supernatural hearing just across the hall that could easily wake up, but damn, it was hard not to cry out when Damon took me like this.

My orgasm washed over me just in time for his own to crash down, and his body swayed into mine a few times before he shuddered and pulled away.

He exhaled deeply as he rolled onto his back, sinking into the mattress, and I giggled, "Feel better?"

He smirked, looking over at me with a tired gaze, "Much."

I moved into his arms, propping myself up so I could keeping staring at him, "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that about?"

Not that we didn't have an amazing sex life, but he hadn't felt that driven in a while; that desperate.

Damon kissed the side of my head, "Just thinking about when we first met," he admitted, "Our first date...You took my breath away, then and now. God, I wanted you so badly."

His hand trailed down my side, the bare skin errupting into goosebumps at his touch, and I shivered, "I know. It took everything in me to stop from begging you to take me to bed."

"It wouldn't have changed my mind, even if you had. I was pretty much yours, even by that point."

"I remember," I promised him, and God, did I.

I'd been just as captivated as he'd been, though I'd tried to deny it.

"Oooh, you look hot," Lexi said, having just walked into our dorm room, and plopped down on the edge of her mattress, "What's the occasion?"

I was facing the full length mirror hanging on our closet door, and ran a hand over my outfit, "I'm meeting up with someone for dinner."

I had yet to tell her about my sort of date plans with Damon Salvatore because, well, I hadn't seen much of her since classes started, and also because I was afraid she'd tell me how much of a horrible idea that I already knew this was.

But even while knowing that, I couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Something about the guy's cockiness and self assurance was unsettling, but in a way that was intriguing.

And the urge to put him in his place was too strong to pass up, now that I'd have another chance.

"Dinner?" Lexi pressed, "With that mascara, I'm going to assume it's with a boy."

Her voice was teasing, and I rolled my eyes, "Yes, with a boy."

"Yet you avoided using the word "date"," she pointed out.

I sighed, and turned around, "Because this isn't a date. This is a trial run dinner to see if he deserves a date in the future."

She laughed, "Who is it? I know everyone. Or did you meet someone off campus?"

I shook my head, "No, actually, you do know him. You introduced us."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "I only introduced you around that night at the falls, and the only ones we actually talked to were...wait. Oh my god. You're going out with Damon, aren't you? You two were flirting hardcore-"

"I wasn't flirting with him. It was more like scolding," I defended.

"When did he ask you out?" she continued, "Or did you ask him?"

"No, he asked me Monday morning."

"And you want to go?" she checked, "I mean, he didn't try to bully you into agreeing, did he?"

I laughed, "No, he didn't. Not really, anyway."

"Elena-"

"I want to go," I assured her, "It's weird, I know, but he's...he's…"

She waited for me to find the right words.

"He's interesting," I decided, "He's a pain in my ass, he's hot; and there's that weird bad boy vibe that drives me crazy. I don't know...there's just something about him that gets under my skin. I kind of like the way it feels."

She mused over my answer, "I guess I can understand that. He's got that sexy, unobtainable thing...just be careful, okay?"

I smiled, "It's just dinner, but I will. Thanks."

Lexi glanced over my outfit again, "You know, it's funny."

"What is?" I asked, brushing back my lightly curled hair, the red streaks flashing a little as I did so.

"That unattainable thing. It's true, as far as I've seen, and as far as I've heard. None of those guys really date, especially Damon...I wonder why he's suddenly taken an interest in you."

"Your guess is as good as mine," I told her, checking my reflection one more time, "Maybe I'll ask him tonight. But I've gotta go. He's picking me up outside in a few."

She nodded, "Have fun."

If I could say one thing for Damon, it would be that he's as punctual as he was irritating.

The moment I stepped outside the dorm, he was pulling into the parking lot.

The second thing I could say for him was that he had taste.

His blue camaro was topless and gleaming, as gorgeous as its owner, and I had to look it over a few times before it even clicked in my mind that not a lot of college aged guys had cars like this.

Damon parked and got out, grinning as I checked out the camaro.

"Who'd you steal this from?" I asked after a second, looking up at him.

He looked good in simple jeans and a dark shirt that matched his hair and drew attention to those eyes of his.

"It's mine," he promised, "And gift from my Al...adopted father."

Adopted? Huh.

"Well she's something," I admitted, letting his admission slide.

I had all night to get his story.

No need to rush things.

The drive to the restaurant was nothing spectacular.

The camaro was fun, and I'm pretty sure Damon's gaze was on me more than the road ahead, but we never once swerved, so I assumed he knew what he was doing.

Somehow I wasn't surprised when we pulled up to a bar and grill.

"I hope your plan wasn't to get me drunk enough to sleep with you," I warned him, "Because I can actually hold my liquor quite well."

He chuckled, getting out of the car, "I don't doubt that. But no, I actually just like this place. I found it a few months back, and it's similar to a good place back home."

"Your from Mystic Falls, right?" I asked, trying to recall what Lexi had told me.

He nodded, "We've come and gone, but it's our...family's home."

We walked up to the doors and he opened it for me.

"Thanks," I said, "So all those guys that were with you, Stefan and the others...you're all related?"

"A matter of speaking," he answered, as he led me toward the bar and pulled out a stool, "Stefan is my brother. The others are our cousins. Distant cousins. But as I've said, we've all come and gone over the years."

I sat down and nodded, as he did the same.

"But I didn't come here to talk about me," he switched the topic, "Tell me about you."

I rose a brow at his tone, "And if I don't want to?"

"You do," he told me, "Everyone does."

"Are the girls you date really that shallow?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I don't date," he said, "Unless you count the twin bed of a dorm room as a date."

I blushed slightly, remembering that Lexi had already mentioned that about him.

"Why don't you?" I asked, "Date?"

"Ah ah," he shook his head, "We were talking about you now, remember?"

My eyes rolled, "Fine. What did you want to know?"

He appeared to think about it for a second, then asked, "Why the red?"

"You mean in my hair?" I pulled at one of the strands and he nodded.

I shrugged, "I liked the color."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a few breaths in through his nose.

After a moment his gaze focused on my eyes, "I don't like liars, Elena."

I blinked.

How in the hell could he know-

"I'll ask again," he said, "Why the red?"

"It wasn't a lie," I snapped, "I do like the color."

"But there's something else," he stated, "Isn't there?"

I was baffled that he was able to tell that so easily, and it threw me back to the night I met him, when I'd sworn that those ice cold eyes of his were reading my soul.

"Fine. I guess you could call it a form of rebellion. I wanted to prove a point to myself."

He seemed satisfied with my admission, "And what point was that?"

I shrugged, "That I wasn't just a boring good girl, I don't know."

He laughed a little, "Were you?"

"A good girl?" I confirmed, "Yeah, I guess I was."

"Let me guess," he held up a hand, "Strict parents?"

"I wouldn't know," I admitted, "I never really got to know much about them. They died when I was little. My aunt raised me."

"Oh," he blinked, as if surprised that the news had surprised him, "Sorry."

I waved it off, "It was a long time ago."

"My parents are gone as well," he told me, though I got the feeling it was more out of sympathy than willingness to talk about himself.

There was no emotion in his voice when he spoke, "My mother died when I was a boy, soon after Stefan was born. His father took us in."

"You and Stefan have different fathers?" I asked.

He nodded, "Both are gone now though, so I suppose it really doesn't matter."

I frowned as Damon waved the bartender over.

He'd lost both of his father figures, and his mother, yet was able to speak about them so...detachedly.

"Don't you miss them?" I couldn't help but ask, "Your parents?"

He shrugged, "Nothing to miss really. I never knew my biological father, I was young when my mother died, and Stefan's father meant little to me."

"But he got you your car," I argued.

Damon seemed confused, then shook his head, "Oh. No, he didn't. Sorry, I should have been more clear. My adopted father is Alaric, he was a...friend of Stefan's father. They shared our estate. So when I was brought to Mystic Falls, Alaric took me under his wing."

There was finally a trace of something in his voice, though it sounded more like respect than love.

The bartender finally made his way over, and Damon looked at me, "What are you drinking?"

I found myself curious with his story and wondered if he'd talk a little more freely once some alcohol started flowing.

"A beer please."

Hours passed in the blink of an eye.

One minute Damon and I were on the bar stools with burgers and beers between us, dancing around questions and trying to figure out more about each other, and the next we were ordering shots of God knows what and downing them like water with some other late night drinkers.

Which had then led to a couple of guys challenging us to a game of pool.

I noticed that while Damon was polite to the other people around us, his body deflected any interest they may have had.

He was honed in on me, as if trying to seclude us into our own little world.

But I was feeling pretty friendly at this point, and took the guys up on their offer before Damon could refuse.

"What's the matter?" I taunted him, "Don't know how to play?"

He smirked, "Probably better than you do."

"Pshh," I rolled my eyes, "We'll see about that. Come on!"

I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the tables, where the others were waiting for us.

"I guess one game won't hurt," he allowed, and I grinned, "You break."

One game had easily turned into two, and surprisingly, Damon hadn't been exaggerating about his skills.

He won the game for us, then claimed the table for our own so he could show me how to properly shoot.

I didn't need the lesson. At least, I wouldn't have if I'd been more sober, because I actually am pretty good at pool.

But as soon as his chest was pressed against my back, I couldn't find the will to argue anywhere in my body.

He felt to good, and I could have sworn that his lips brushed the side of my head as his nose inhaled the scent of my shampoo.

It sent chills down my neck.

Damon was a fairly good instructor, but it didn't take me long to get bored of the game, and that must have been obvious to my date.

"Why don't we just say you won this one?" he offered, and I considered that, "If I win, do I get another drink?"

He laughed, "I think you've had enough for now, but how about a dance?"

It wasn't until then that I realized music was even playing.

"Sure."

I shuttered at the memory, as Damon faded out of consciousness beside me.

Man, my inebriated college girl mind had missed so much, in the beginning.

I hadn't questioned the reluctant way Damon had avoided questions that got too personal.

Didn't think twice about the way his eyes scanned the room, alert and guarded, at the same time, as if ready for an attack.

I hadn't known he could feel the pounding in my heart as we'd danced and those first buds of real sexual tension had blossomed.

He'd held me so securely, as if his grip alone could stop me from leaving his side, and back then, it probably could have.

And God help that poor bastard who'd tried to cut in…

Damon twirled me around as the third song started, or was it the fourth.

I'd lost track, and that was perfectly okay by me, because those blue eyes were all I could focus on.

"So," he whispered teasingly in my ear, pulling me against his chest.

"So what?" I asked.

He smiled, "Since you didn't order the most expensive thing on the menu, then take off on me, I can assume you're having a good time?"

"Well," I reasoned, "You aren't the worst company in the world."

He recognized his own words and smiled, seeming impressed, "Where have you been hiding at?"

I blushed slightly under his gaze, but the rush didn't last long enough, because someone was clearing their throat.

We pulled away just enough to see that one of the guys who'd been near the pool tables had interrupted, "Mind if I cut in?"

Even if I'd been completely sober, I wouldn't have anticipated Damon's reaction.

A noise, almost like a growl, furrowed in his throat and he turned to face the man, "Actually, I do. She's here with me. By definition, not up for grabs."

"Geez, man," the guy held up a hand, "Was just trying to show the lady a good time, no need to-"

Damon moved faster than I'd ever seen anyone do so, and had the guy by the shirt in the time I could blink, "You should leave."

"What the fuck," the man groaned, pushing at Damon now, "Get the hell off-"

He stopped cold at whatever look was on my date's face.

As he was turned away from me, having positioned himself between me and the other guy, I couldn't see it for myself, but the man began nodding, and Damon let him go.

I glanced around to make sure we hadn't drawn too much attention.

Luckily everyone was still absorbed by either the music or their meals.

"What the hell was that?" I asked Damon, as the guy disappeared.

He looked back to me, a brow raising, "He was trying to-"

"To dance," I pointed out, realizing I was a little pissed, now that my mind had caught up with the events, "You didn't have to be so rude."

"He needed to know that you were mine," he answered, and I blinked.

"Yours?"

Damon closed his eyes briefly, "That...that's not what I meant. Look, Elena-"

"No," I cut him off, "You look, just because you're hot and flirty and a decent dancer doesn't mean you can go all caveman. Maybe let me turn him down myself next time."

"You would have turned him down?" he asked, a little surprised.

"Um hello, I am kind of on a date with you. God, I have some class! But no, you had to go and play the macho guy and cause a scene, when I could have just as easily-"

"Do you have any idea how enticing you are?"

I paused, running his words through my head, "What?"

Damon's eyes were dark, intense, and entirely too focused, "You. You're sexy as hell like this. All worked up…attempting to chew my ass out. No one talks to me like that."

It almost seemed as if he weren't even meaning to speak the words; as if these were just his thoughts escaping as he moved closer to me.

"Well, maybe someone should talk to you this way. Teach you some manners."

He smirked, bringing my eyes to those lips of his.

"I can't help it," he said, "You make everything else go away for me."

I swallowed, unsure how to respond as my body and brain went to war.

One was suggesting that I tell him to back off, before I did something stupid, like listen to the other half that was silently begging him to drag me off to some bathroom stall and have his way with me.

And the closer he got, the better that bathroom sounded, but as I'd mentioned, I do have some class, and sleeping with a guy on the first date wasn't my style.

But damn if those eyes didn't promise the night of my life.

"It's getting a little warm in here," I said instead, "We should," I looked around, "I'm just gonna…"

I turned toward the exit the second it came into view and made a beeline for the door.

Damon followed me, as I'd suspected he would, and the night air was cool and felt good against my skin.

"You alright?" he asked, his palm touching my elbow.

I nodded, "It was just getting a bit much in there. I needed some air."

He watched me breathe for a moment, then motioned towards the parking lot, "We can just take a drive, if you'd prefer. I'll leave the top down."

Which actually sounded kind of perfect, so I nodded.

And we drove.

I lost track of time as we weaved in and out of roads that seemed strange and familiar all at the same time, the dark swallowing us.

Damon never spoke.

Not even when I unbuckled and lifted myself over the glass to feel the full force of the wind in my face.

It was a thrilling freedom, drowning out everything that was wrong with my life.

I was able to forget that my parents were dead, that I hadn't spoken to Jenna much since transferring, and that without her, I was practically alone in the world.

I didn't feel alone tonight.

The high lasted all the way back to the dorm room parking lot, where Damon finally stopped us and reached back to bring the ragtop up.

Once it was secured, I sunk into the seat, exhaling.

What the fuck was I doing with my life?

School and dates and wild car rides made sense, but there was no direction, nothing grounding me to any one place or thing, and I realized that maybe I was the one with the disconnect.

For so long I'd fallen to the habit of just going through the motions, and all I wanted was to hold on to this rush, this buzz, this proof that I was alive and that I could feel something.

"You looked like you enjoyed that," Damon teased me, reminding me of his presence, and when I looked over, he was as close as ever, "Not surprising, considering that my driving skills are as impeccable as-"

"Oh shut up," I commanded, before closing the distance between us and giving in to what I wanted..

Damon must have been prepared for this on some level, because he met me head on, our lips crashing roughly.

His hands didn't hesitate to reach across the seat and grab my hips, pulling me across the middle and into his lap.

We fumbled and repositioned, trying to keep our mouths connected as we practically devoured each other.

I managed to get my knees on either side of him, and Damon's hands were tangling in my hair, pulling, tugging, demanding.

His lips grazed my own, his tongue prodding and taking, sweeping me up in breathless sensations as he tasted my skin, kissing all over.

And fuck, he was erect, too.

I could feel his length pressing up between my thighs, and my body was more than ready for it.

Damon hissed, as if I'd admitted this out loud, and he paused, his nose brushing my neck.

I froze, waiting for something, anything to throw us over this edge.

Instead, Damon's door was opened, and in the next second I was somehow on my feet, outside.

"Sorry," I blushed.

He was a few inches away now, breathing hard, "Don't be...But I wasn't sure you wanted that to go where it was heading."

I swallowed, "Did it sound like I was complaining?"

He chuckled breathlessly, "Not really. But you may have a different opinion tomorrow."

Doubtful. But I nodded anyway, trying to be rational despite the ache I was feeling to have him inside me.

"Then I should uh, probably just head up."

His jaw flexed, but his head nodded, "Probably the safest thing."

I bit my lip, then decided to go out on a limb, and crossed the space between us, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

I kissed him, hard, but quick.

"Thank you," I told him, "Tonight actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

He smiled, "Does that mean you'd do this again?"

I pulled away and smirked, "Yeah, like you're really going to call."

"I'd have to have your number to call you," he pointed out.

My brow rose, "I recall you bragging about how you have ways of finding out whatever it is you want to know. I guess now's your chance to prove it."

I turned towards the dorms then, leaving him with a wink, and wondering if, in fact, he'd be in touch.

So there's that :)

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