A/N: And in one of the questions in one of your last reviews... A girl can change her mind, can't she? ;o But here I think is where the rating of 'Mature' really comes into play. I think you'll love and hate us for this chapter. But blame Danny; his fault. ^^ :L Love it? Review. Hate it? Review.

Chapter Eight: Love Drunk.

"Why, I have done nothing except being irresistibly sexy." He drank all the remaining scotch in his glass, before setting it onto the table and walking towards her. "I can enlighten you. " He assured her, the smirk appearing on his face again. He stopped right in front of her. "I think we did something like that..."

He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, catching them in a rough kiss. His hand made its way onto the back of her neck, so she wouldn't pull away. Meanwhile his other hand travelled up her shirt, but he didn't do much, because the next second he was pulling away slowly. His eyes locked on hers and the irritable smirk still there.

"Except that we were on my bed." He stepped away, just in case, she decided to slap him, and waiting for her response.

Elena swallowed hard; of course she remembered what had happened last time they were drunk, how the hell could she forget THAT? It was one of the only nights that Elena could remember with such precision that she could recite it event to event, word for word perfectly. She watched him now. Barely noticing his movements, just that he was moving towards her. And on the words: "I can enlighten you." Elena's world once again came crashing down. Damon's lips slammed against hers and her skin instantly flamed with the fresh passion flooding within her veins. Elena felt his hand travel upwards and his lips desperately try to force a response out of hers. The moment his lips left hers, Elena's right hand struck his cheek, but not even a second later, she pulled him back to her, parting her lips and she kissed him with such passion, it could've set the house on fire.

He wasn't really surprised when her hand made contact with his cheek. That, he expected. What he didn't expect, was that she would actually give into temptation and pull him into another kiss. He wasn't about to complain though. He kissed her back with just as much passion, while one of his hands was on her cheek, and the other one under her shirt. He wasn't going to waste time. Even though, he just woke up, he was awake as ever. Well, it wasn't everyday that your brother's girlfriend jumped into your arms... strike that. Maybe it wasn't every day, but it didn't only happen once. He smirked against her lips. Well, after all, who could resist the urge to make out with Damon Salvatore when a chance like that lay in front of you?

Elena's eyes snapped shut as their kiss intensified; she held his face for a few long seconds before weaving her fingers through his thick, raven hair, clutching him even closer to her body. Elena shouldn't be doing this... Again. But she needed to, she needed him. And it wasn't just his lips she needed this time. It shocked her that the very thought had even approached her mind - she wanted to lose her virginity to Damon Salvatore; that was a very big thing for Elena. But she needed Damon too much right now to care. Elena's tongue glided smoothly across his top and bottom lips before slipping easily into his mouth once again. She moaned his name quietly, feeling a dull throb in her groin, begging for him. Man, he tasted so good.

He pulled away suddenly, before taking her face in his hands.

"Focus Elena. You're practically screaming in your head, and I've got a bad hangover. Let's do a simple sum. Damon having a bad hangover + Elena screaming in her head = Damon not in a mood for incredible sex, because he's suffering a very bad headache. Calm down." He locked his piercing, blue eyes on her for a second, but he didn't even wait for her answer.

He scooped her up, and headed for the staircase, stopping but the table, grabbing a bottle of scotch and passing it to her.

"Hold this." And with that, he continued his way up the stairs and into Stefan's room.

If Elena was to lose his virginity to him, he might as well do it properly and leave Stefan a souvenir.

Elena's lips died against Damon's and as they pulled away, she felt how hard her breathing had actually become. Her chest was inflating and deflating faster than it ever had before; Damon really did get her hotter than any other person ever had before. It was unbelievable really, that she had ever been naive enough to think that she could have ever resisted Damon's charm. Though, she really hated what she was doing to Stefan. He didn't deserve this, he really didn't. Pushing all thoughts of Stefan to the very very back of her mind, Elena concentrated on Damon's words, or at least, tried to. Despite herself, and her pride.. She blushed. And unable to reply, she allowed him to scoop her up into his arms. She couldn't help but roll her eyes when he asked her to hold the bottle, but she complied anyway. She took quick swig before glancing over at the bed and then back to Damon. She didn't say anything.

Stefan's doorframe was nowhere near being as cool as Damon's doorframe of course. The bed wasn't as comfortable either, although it would have to do. He put Elena down on the bed, and took the bottle of her, before opening it, and drinking some of the scotch. He then placed it on the bedside table, and got onto the bed. First, she was going to get undressed. All he had on were the boxers, so it was time to reveal some of her body. He put his hands under her shirt and slid them up, making the shirt go up as well. He then took it off, and threw it somewhere to the floor, or wherever it landed. He pressed his lips to hers, in a quick kiss, meanwhile his hands worked on her bra, which soon ended up like her shirt. He moved his lips down to her neck, leaving a train of wet kisses on her skin. His right hand was supporting his weight, the left hand however slid into her trousers and then underwear.

Well, this was it, Elena knew it was now or never. Whether she liked it or not, (but she definitely did like it) Elena was going to lose her virginity to Damon Salvatore today. Well, she hadn't exactly seen this one coming when she'd woken up this morning. Shaking that thought out of her mind, she concentrated on the here and now moment; her and Damon.. That was all that mattered, all that would ever matter. Elena's body willingly obeyed Damon's arms as he placed her gently done upon Stefan's mattress. And without a moment's notice, Damon's hands began their work. It seemed no time and her top, along with her bra had been completely stripped off; if this had been the first time Damon had seen her bare chest, she might have felt slightly uncomfortable, but she didn't. Everything felt perfect. Elena kissed him for a few moments before angling her neck, so his now soft kisses had easier access. The moment Elena felt his hand snake down into her underwear she closed her eyes, enjoying Damon completely.

Without any notice, he slipped a finger into her, moving it slowly first but building up the speed gradually, while his mouth found its way onto her chest. He bit her nipple teasingly, and made sure she felt his skin against hers. His boxers suddenly seemed very tight on him, and he would be more than happy to get rid of them, but not just yet. He was not done with his fun here. He closed his eyes for a second, and inhaled her scent that was so different to any other human. It was remarkable and he could recognise it anywhere. His mood had definitely brightened up since he had woken up. Oh, he was going to be Elena Gilbert's first fuck. It seemed to be 'making Damon feel special' day. They should have that day every day.

Elena jolted upwards ever so slightly as she felt his slender finger slip into her opening. Sure, her and Stefan had touched each other slightly.. But never like this... This with Damon was something different, something special. After a few moments, Elena slightly raised her hips and grinded herself a little against his finger; oh man, Damon knew where to touch her. She felt her heart beat thud as his lips travelled over her chest before enveloping her nipple. Elena's hands groped the bed sheets and she squeezed her eyes even tighter shut. She moaned for him, his name rolling off of her tongue in a gentle whisper. Her right hand left the sheet and weaved gently into his hair, luring him on.

Hearing her moan his name pushed him over the edge. His left hand never left her underwear, in fact he added another finger, meanwhile using his other hand, and he grabbed one of her hands off the bed and led it into his boxers. He wanted her to touch him, wanted to feel her hand moving up and down his member. His eyes were still closed, and he was breathing hard, although now, there was a smile tugging at his lips. And no, he couldn't regain much control anymore.

"Touch me.." He didn't even say it, he moaned It.! "Elena..." It was a quiet moan, but a moan filled with pleasure.

If making her feel good was this pleasurable, it was beyond his imagination to even begin to think how hot he will be if she started touching him.

The next finger was something else, much more of this and Elena wouldn't know where she was anymore. She grinded her centre over his two fingers, whimpering out of pure pleasure, her eyes still tightly shut. Then she felt his hand snake over to hers, her eyes instantly flicked open. Elena gripped the rim of his boxers and locked her eyes with his; Damon's lavender-soaked tone made her shudder inside. She wanted to pleasure him, pleasure him in every single way possible. She stroked his bulge firmly before slipping it into his boxers. Her fingers ran along the length of his member, (and yes, it WAS big) before gripping it tightly. Elena's hand worked Its way from the bottom and upwards, slowly at first and then faster. She felt herself become even more wet... She couldn't help but imagine him pounding her, god she needed him.

God, this felt so good. He was pretty sure she could feel his quickened breath on her neck. He bit his lip trying to suppress a moan. He failed miserably. He had to have her and now. He took his fingers away, and as quickly as he could he took off both her trousers and underwear at once, before just as quickly and gracefully pulling down his boxers. He moved between her legs, and placed the head of his cock at her entrance before filling her with one quick thrust. After that he didn't slow down, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, wanting to taste her. He moaned into her mouth. God, why couldn't he remember every feeling so good during sex with anyone else? He was pretty sure, that it wasn't going to take him long to explode.

Elena pouted slightly as she felt his fingers pull out of her entrance, she didn't want him to stop what he was doing; he wasn't going to leave it at that was he? No, he couldn't be that cruel... And for once, Elena's prayers were answered. Her hand let go of him and rose to her mouth and she licked the fresh pre-come from her fingers before locking eyes with him once more. There were now both fully naked. (And on Stefan's bed) But she didn't think about that now, she needed him inside of her. Damon's fingers had loosened her up slightly, but she was still tight enough to give Damon the pleasure she knew he needed. The very second his tip touched her sensitive insides, Elena's hips buckled and she moved against him, her hands gripping onto his shoulders.

"Damon... Oh, OH, Damon," she moaned.

God, he was going to come any second. Why did it take so short for him to come with Elena? Sometimes, he didn't even come, but that probably had something to do with WHO you were doing it with. Well, he was pretty sure that was it, and now thrusting into Elena, and her moaning his name, was all too much, was more than he could handle. Just a second before he came, he pulled out, which resulted in his coming all over Elena and Stefan's bed, just as he planned.

"Ahh.." He collapsed onto his back, beside her trying to catch his breath.

It didn't take Elena long to build up to her ultimate climax. There was just something about Damon pleasuring Elena that all of her other rules for everyone else didn't apply to him. Elena grinded herself up against Damon, harder and even harder until eventually they both climaxed simultaneously. The moment he pulled out of her, she felt exhausted. She had just lost her virginity to Damon Salvatore. On her boyfriend's bed; god, she was such an unfaithful bitch.

He rubbed his eyes, before sitting up, grabbing something piece of clothing off the floor, probably her shirt, and threw it to her.

"Clean yourself up. Stefan's shower if you need. "He got up, grabbed his boxers off Stefan's floor, before nearly walking out of his brother's room.

He stopped in his tracks, before walking back into the room. He looked at Elena with a smirk, before grabbing the bottle of scotch he nearly left, before well, leaving and heading for his room. He inhaled deeply.

Wasn't life beautiful?

Danny+Jackie x3