It's been way longer than I've wanted so I can only apologise for the wait. I can't believe how many people actually like this. Thank you so much! So no smut in this one, but I wanted some humour and character development. It's kind of them trying to deal with conflicting emotions and their unanticipated dreams. So yes. Enjoy. The next chapter will be continuing directly from here, so it shouldn't take too long.

Chapter 5

Dear God, what the fuck was she going to do? How could she possibly face Damon after that extremely frustrating and vivid dream. Life is hard. Hard. Damon. Oh God Elena, she thought to herself, you are a professional, now act like one. Okay. Okay. Everything is fine, everything is going to be fine. She'd go into work, act completely normal. It's not like it actually happened, so there's no reason why he should catch on. She'd do her coffee rounds, do meaningless and frivolous tasks for the director and producers and that will be it. She'd then go home, sleep, not dream about Damon, and start the day again. Yes, she told herself, that's a good plan.

Turns out Elena had overslept slightly, causing her to be an hour late for work. Fuck. No matter, just a small glitch in her plan. For once grateful for the complete uselessness that she is on set, she walks into work unnoticed, and not missed. Seriously? No one? Fuck it, she should be grateful; at least she won't be getting fired today. Oh shit she thought as she considered the possibility that her boss knew about the accident with the golf cart. Well she was in no hurry to get fired, so she avoided him and proceeded to step one of her plan: coffee. Moving to the kitchen she began preparing a large jug of the beverage. Her hands moving mechanically caused her idol mind to wander as memories of both her dream and her time in Mr Sex's trailer flooded back. She blushed from how affected she was by the thought, let alone the actual experience. STOP IT! she yelled internally. How was she meant to forget about it and act normally when he was so god damn unforgettable. They hadn't even done anything. Well, in reality they hadn't done anything. In her fantasies, they'd done plenty, but not enough. She felt unfulfilled as she recalled her dream and how incredibly irritating he was. She humoured the idea that that's most likely exactly how he would have handled the situation in real life, had he had a supernatural amount of self control. Why the hell did she imagine he'd stop and not satisfy her obvious need for him? Then it hit her: it was so it would feel real. What the fuck was that?

So apparently it takes twenty minutes to make a pot of coffee, because that's how long she'd been standing still in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with the caffeine loaded jug in her hands, completely lost in her thoughts. There was definitely something wrong with her. It's official. Elena brought the coffee back to her thirsty boss, Stefan, and his colleagues who were deep in conversation. He eyed the coffee and realisation set in on his face: it seemed as though he'd forgotten about her, but the drink was the necessary reminder. Unfortunately it also reminded him that she wasn't here earlier, and said drink is very late. Great. She turned to leave, but he halted her.

He held up his hands to silence his colleagues. "Have you seen Mr Salvatore this morning?"

Startled she immediately responded: "No, why?", obviously fearing the worst as her heart was beating frantically against her rib cage.

"Well it's just we were meant to start rehearsals and lighting tests about an hour ago and he isn't here yet."

Elena was flooded with relief when she realised he didn't know about yesterday's events. "He's probably just overslept or something. I don't think you need to worry."

Satisfied with her answer, she began to leave again, when he held her wrist for her to stop.

Elena, confused, looked down at his hand as he gently rubbed his thumb on her wrist before releasing her. "Can you go and see what's keeping him? He really has no excuse for being this late. Bring him coffee or something."

And with that, Elena nodded and walked away, back to the kitchen, when Stefan yelled after her with: "Try and find Caroline as well; she hasn't arrived yet either".

As the coffee was brewing, she contemplated her employer's unusual behaviour. He'd never shown any affection or anything. Not that Elena was even mildly interested. I mean yes, he was extremely talented - even if this program didn't perfectly showcase it, and yes, he was very handsome - being a young man, with caramelish, almost hazel hair and deep green eyes that were penetrating but soft and sweet; but she was his employee and he was her employer. Completely unethical and unprofessional. And you're a professional she reminded herself.

Having finished the coffee, she poured two disposable cups full and made her way to Damon's trailer first, wanting to get the encounter over and done with. She knocked timidly, the metallic clang lightly vibrating throughout the structure, but there was no answer. She tried harder, but again, nothing. Elena tried the door and was unsure how to feel about the fact that it was unlocked. She tentatively walked into his temporary home and was overwhelmed by the humidity she encountered. It was stuffy and foggy. The sound of the shower reverberated in the small space and she realised she wouldn't be talking to him anytime soon. Relief flooded though her at the revelation as she moved to his small kitchen. She set one of the coffee cups on the table and was about to leave when an idea came to her. She rummaged briefly through his countertops, searching, and a smile broke out on her face when she located the item. She had found a notepad and a pan, and wrote a quick message and left it under the cup. Elena made her way back outside when a sound stopped her in her step and forced her to spin around.

Her face was already well on the way to bright red, only to flush completely when he saw Damon Salvatore in a low slung towel, stood in the bathroom doorway, dripping wet, with his arm draped around a very almost naked Caroline Forbes; all she wore was a towel that was so small she could only conclude that is was a hand towel.

"Why hello there, Elena Gilbert."

Dear God, what the fuck was he going to do? How could he face Elena after that confusing and vivid dream? Well, this clearly isn't normal. He shouldn't even be thinking about her right now. It was just a fucking dream. Okay. Okay. Everything's fine. Everything is going to be fine. He don't even know the girl. She's hot, that's it. Yes, she's hot. He'd go into work, act completely normal, flirt shamelessly with anything that breathes and has breasts, he'd be his classic charming self, go home, not think or dream about Elena, and repeat the day. Yes, he thought, that's a good plan.

Trying, but failing, to keep Elena out of his mind, he decided to face his inner monologue head on as he prepared for work. Analysing his dream, he determined that the sex part was perfectly normal, it was the feelingy part that worried him. Any erotic dream Damon had experienced was just smutty scenario after smutty scenario. They had never involved any emotions deeper than lust and desire. I KNOW! he exclaimed out loud, before continuing with his internal debate: It's obviously because I haven't gotten any in a while. Damon had been consumed with his new job and had temporarily put his, otherwise very active, sex life on hold. It had only been a week or so, but to Damon, that felt like five years. The curse of the eternal stud, he mused.

He was already half an hour late when he heard a knock at his trailer door.

"Elena?" he called out instinctively. He then stopped in his tracks. Did he just call out 'Elena'? What the hell was that? Was that because he assumed she'd come to talk to him about before, or because he wanted to see her? Wait, what? No. He didn't want to see her. He didn't care about her at all. She was just another human being on a planet full of human beings,

Remembering the door, he moved to open it, surprised with what he found.

"Caroline," he said "and to what do I owe this pleasure", meanwhile raking his eyes over her mass of exposed flesh and waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Who's Elena?" she questioned, curious. Fuck. He was hoping she hadn't heard.

"Oh, no one important," he semi-lied, "I was just expecting someone. But please do come in."

"Damon, I think we need to work on our chemistry. Okay now listen to me. Are you listening?"

Damon nodded slowly, wary as to where this conversation was headed, as he takes a seat on his bed as she stands in front of him.

"Right, good. So we've both read the script, and it would be naive of us to think it's anything but essentially porn without going quite that explicit. I'm going to keep it simple. You're hot. I'm fucking hot. So as I see it: boy likes girl, girl likes boy. Sex."

Temporarily stunned, Damon sat in silence briefly. So she was proposing sex. To improve our performance on set. This was too fucking perfect. He'd just been wining to himself about how he hadn't had sex in too long, and here stood this amazing woman, asking for sex, that may actually benefit his career as well as his personal life. Having concluded within the space of two seconds that this is an excellent idea, he stood so every part of him was touching her and made some intense eye contact. From experience, he gathered that his eyes were the first to make women swoon.

He made a show of lifting his arm and briefly inhaling under his arm as he said, "I need a shower." he then moved past her and stood outside his bathroom as he continued seductively "Care to join me?"

So that's how Damon Salvatore had hot shower sex with none other than Caroline Forbes. Half an hour and several mutual orgasms later they emerged from the bathroom with tiny towels covering them and Damon's arm relaxing across Caroline's shoulders, his hand draped just above her barely concealed breast.

Well, that was not what he'd expected. Having spent half an hour fucking this ridiculously hot blonde and causing truly scandalous things to fall out of her mouth, the last thing he expected was the woman he was imagining was in the shower with him. The woman who caused Damon to bite his lip during his intense orgasms for fear he'd breathe the wrong name. That woman. Yes, so that woman was stood in his trailer with a cup of coffee in her hand and an extremely amusing expression on her face.

Quickly recovering from the shock and regaining his composure, he purred "Why hello there, Elena Gilbert."

Okay just to clarify quickly: Stefan is the Director, Elena's employer. I do not think will be of any relation to Damon. Perhaps cousins so they have the same surname but I haven't decided yet.

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