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He'd mulled it over in his head several times already. What Caroline had told him had truly spooked him. And he was hardly ever spooked. Not Damon Salvatore; he was unspookable.

Elena somehow knew, or at least she suspected, that something out of the ordinary had happened that night after she'd been kidnapped. But she wasn't sure.

Damon was trying to weigh out the pro's and con's of telling her what he'd found out. His old self would have gloated, reveled in the fact that she was having dreams about him; but now… He wasn't the same person any longer. He didn't want to lose her, not again. Not over something like this.

He'd understood from Caroline's avoiding gaze and nervous twitches that she was still holding out on him, but he didn't want to pry too much, didn't want to seem too interested in Elena. That might make him more of a suspect of messing with Elena's head. And if Caroline couldn't keep her mouth shut to him, she could easily tell Stefan and all hell would break lose.

Stefan might not be Elena's boyfriend per se, but he would do anything in his power to keep Elena safe, even from Damon.

Especially from Damon.

There was a slight sneer on Damon's face. Months ago he would have loved to rub this fact in Stefan's face. But with everything that had happened, and with the closeness he had started feeling towards his brother, he just didn't want to ruin this feeling of, companionship they had.

It was late at night. He was sitting in front of the fireplace with a glass of bourbon in his hand. He slightly shifted in his seat when he heard Stefan approaching.

'Good evening, Stefan. Back so soon from hunting down some large forest animals?' he pronounced the word hunting in a rather sarcastic tone.

'Nice to see you too, Damon.' Stefan sat down in the huge armchair next to Damon. 'And for your information, I have not hunted animals. I've been to see Elena. She sounded upset on the phone earlier, so I went to see her.'

There was a slight jolt in Damon's stomach at the sound of her name, and a burning sensation of jealousy, which he swiftly tried to ignore.

'What was she so upset about then?' He actually surprised himself with the ease he made himself sound uninterested. He smirked and turned towards Stefan. 'Don't tell me you've been doing the dirty with Katherine? Naughty boy.'

Stefan rolled his eyes at him and let out a sigh.

'No, nothing like that. I actually couldn't get out of her what it was. And I know it's not really my place any longer, but it hurts me when she's upset. And I just want to help her feel better.'

Now, this shit there really annoyed Damon. Elena was not some sort of fragile little porcelain doll. She was strong and independent. And it was one thing to protect her from, let's say, vampires so old they were referred to as 'the originals', but to want to keep her from feeling things… that was just wrong.

'Have you ever thought about just letting her fend for herself a little? If she's sad, let her feel sad. There are a lot of things going on at the moment. She's been through hell and back. She just needs to catch a break, and let her feelings out.'

As soon as the words had left Damon's lips, he realized what he'd said. And who he sounded like. And the look on Stefan's face confirmed it. Damon wasn't the one empathizing with anyone, and with words like that coming out of his mouth, where was the world coming to?

Stefan's mouth turned up at the corners and he was just about to say something when Damon slammed the empty tumbler on the table in between their armchairs and stood up.

'Oh, just shut up', he snapped at Stefan and stomped out of the library.

He had no sense of where he was going until he turned the corner to Elena's street. He could see the bedside lamp in her room was still switched on even though it was in the middle of the night, but he was betting on that she'd fallen asleep while writing her diary. She had a tendency to do that, he'd noticed.

He had made it a nightly ritual of sort, to check in on her after she'd zonked out. Driving past her house, looking at her through the window. Just to make sure she was safe.

It annoyed him that he'd taken the role as her invisible (and, of course, sometimes visible) protector. It annoyed him because it made him a lot more like Stefan that he cared to know, and it annoyed him because Damon Salvatore really didn't do heroism. Especially not the kind of heroism that wasn't self serving.

Elena had her window slightly ajar. The thin curtains moved slowly in the breeze of the night air. At first, Damon didn't think about he was doing, but all of a sudden he was standing next to her laying asleep in her bed, just like he had so many months earlier. But this time he didn't have the same intentions.

He could see her eyelids move rapidly under her long lashes. She was dreaming. Damon inclined his head a bit, looking at her intently.

He wondered if she was dreaming about him again. If she was at the place when he told her he loved her. He wondered if the shadow of a smile on her lips was for him.

He reached out and touched the chain on her neck without waking her. It would be so easy to find out. If he took the vervain necklace off her. There was turmoil inside of him, should he do it? Would that mean breaking her trust? Would that be the end of the fragile truce between them?

The immoral side of him told him to do it; she would never find out. All the while the good in him argued that she would never forgive him this. That this was more than invasion of privacy. This would be the break, the end.

Elena moved slightly.

'Damon.'

The whisper was so low that normal human ears would not have registered. But Damon wasn't human. His eyes flickered to her soft pout that had just said his name. His whole body stiff, his hand still on the necklace. With movements quicker than human eyes could follow, the necklace was lying perfectly on Elena's bedside table.

He bent over her, very carefully brushing her hair from her face. Then he let his mind merge with hers.

'Damon.'

Elena was standing in the middle of her room, looking at him with her beautiful brown eyes. There was a sad smile in them.

'You just told me you loved me and now you're leaving. Why tell me if you won't stay?'

He took a careful step forward. He was actually in her dream. He wasn't an innocent bystander watching the scene unfold; he was actually part of it. And she was looking into his eyes, asking him to stay. She wasn't screaming bloody murder. She wasn't running away. She just stood there, looking as stunning as ever, in her tiny shorts and vest top.

She held out her hand. Damon only hesitated for a moment before he took it. He knew that this was just a dream, and not even his to start with. So he was going to savor every moment of it.

Elena placed his hand on her cheek. Her skin was so soft. He could feel the silky texture against his palm. And it felt so real it made him catch his breath. But instead of leaving her subconscious as his head was screaming at him to do, he inched closer to her, closing his eyes, breathing in her scent.

Slowly he lifted his arm touch her other cheek. His thumb caressing her lips. As he opened his eyes to meet hers, her mouth parted under his touch.

'I love you, too.' Her words were slightly muted under his thumb, but he heard her perfectly. The room started spinning by her words. Damon went dizzy and felt nausea for the first time in his vampiric life without an ounce of vervain in his system. And this nausea felt good. It left him on a high.

Suddenly the room stopped spinning and the focus was slowly turned back on Elena. Everything else disappeared. All he could see was her silken hair, the softness of her lips and her deep brown soulful eyes.

She loved him. She said that she loved him back. He forgot that this was a dream. This was real. This was it. This was what he'd been waiting for. Longing for. Wishing for.

He couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her neck with both hands and kissed her. He ravished her lips, savoring their sweet taste. Letting his tongue slowly massage hers, deepening the kiss, prolonging it.

He could feel her hands in his hair, grabbing hold but still not pulling away. She was actually moving closer, pressing her body against his. A low moan broke between their lips as they parted.

'Come with me', she whispered, eyes dark with passion.

She grabbed his hands and moved them closer to her bed. They lay down together, holding each other close. Damon had never felt this sort of closeness to anyone before.

But before he had a chance to think about it Elena had rolled on top of him, kissing him again with the same intensity as before. He ran his hands down her sides, stopping on her hips. She rubbed herself against him, moving slowly up and down his hardness.

He could feel it; he could smell it on her. She was aroused, by him, together with him. And it nearly tipped him over the edge. It took a lot of his strength not to rip her clothes off right then and there. Instead he grabbed her by her arms and pulled her away from him slightly, forcing her to look at him. She looked faintly annoyed and he sort of liked that.

'Are you sure about this, Elena?' he was searching her eyes for some hidden doubt, but there was none.

She pouted her bottom lip in the most endearing way, and he couldn't help himself but kiss it gently.

'Damon. Don't ruin it.'

He was taken aback by this, but smiled.

'I don't want to take advantage of you', he said.

At this Elena smiled back.

'Of course you're not, silly. This is me, taking advantage of you.

She bent her head down and let her tongue follow the outline of his cupid's bow. Her movements made him shiver of pleasure and he let go of her arms and yet again found himself grabbing her neck to pull her closer.

Her scent was overwhelming him. His arousal lay hard against hers and she pressed herself against him while softly moaning non-syllabic words against his lips.

He slipped his hands under her thin top and caressed her lower back, the soft sides of her torso, moving on to her silken belly. Slowly he inched her top upwards and she complied by sitting up and quickly removing it leaving her perfectly rounded breasts free for him to gaze at.

'You're so beautiful', he sighed, reaching out to gently touch her taut nipples. She caught her breath and shivered slightly at the contact. 'You're so beautiful, and I can't believe this is actually happening.'

'Then take me, Damon. Stop talking and take me', she moaned. She grabbed his hands and forced them to grasp her breasts hard before sliding them down her stomach, reaching her shorts.

'Im not a delicate flower. I won't break. Please Damon….' Her eyes pleaded with him to ravage her. His unbeating heart squeezed tight and in a matter of seconds his clothes were on the floor next to the bed.

He'd shifted them over, so Elena was now on her back, still in her tiny shorts, and so breathtakingly beautiful it actually hurt him to look at her.

He leaned over her, placing tiny kisses on her belly, moving upwards and letting his tongue leave a trail of love around her nipples, on her neck and her cheeks. They finally kissed; a deep and slow and passionate kiss. Damon inched her shorts down, and she helped with kicking them to the side, leaving them on top of his clothes.

'I have wanted this for such a long time', he mumbled against her lips. 'Let me savor it.'

He quickly moved downwards letting his lips meet the inside of her left thigh. He put his hands at her sides lifting her slightly before moving to her other thigh, inching closer to the junction between her legs.

Elena sighed of pleasure and tried to lift her hips to his face, but he held her in a firm grip, doing what he said he would; savoring the moment. He looked up at her; her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly opened, her face filled with emotions; enjoyment, delight, happiness, passion.

He let his hands slide down to her pert bottom while letting his tongue gently and slowly trail the opening of her slit. Placing a tender kiss on the button of her innermost pleasure. She caught her breath and tried to move closer to him, but he held her in firmly in place.

Damon started to lap at her slowly, picking up speed, reaching out one hand to her breast and massaged it gently. She had already been moist when he started but her wetness and her scent was overpowering him. He had planned on taking it slow, but her movements against his tongue and her soft moans while biting her bottom lip had him nearly cursing out loud.

He let go of her breast to part her slit and he was lapping and tonguing her harder and quicker. Then he slid one finger inside of her. She let out an exasperated sigh and he felt her inner walls squeeze against him while he moved on to suck on her clit.

'Da-mon. Daa-moon.' His name came out in short two syllabic words. He couldn't help but looking at her again; her eyes nearly rolled in her head. Her hair wild around her, flushed cheeks and open mouth.

He could feel she was already on the edge, so he slipped a second finger in together with his first, still sucking her clit, letting his tongue flick it ever so gently.

Then there was her release. She lifted her hips against him, nearly screaming his name. He didn't let go of her bottom and he kept sucking her clit and moving his fingers rapidly in her wetness until the last convulsion left her body.

He then slowly let her go and moved up to kiss her lips.

'That was… amazing', she sighed and held out her arms to him. 'That was…'

There was a slight shift in her face and she seemed further away. He could see something like a light flicker in her eyes and her movements were jerky and stiff.

All of a sudden he remembered. This was just a dream. She was waking up and he had to leave – right now!

He slid out of her mind as quickly as he'd come into it. He vampire-sped her necklace back on.

And that's when he realized; they were both naked.