Chapter 6: His Day just got a Lot Better

Pulling her hair up into a high ponytail, she let out a breath and turned around, looking at herself in the mirror. Why was she nervous? To go the cinema of all places? They were just going to sit quietly, eat junk and watch the movie. That's all that was going to happen. She needed to relax and get herself together. Stretching her arms, she dropped her towel to the floor and pulled out a matching red lingerie set and pulled the panties up her legs, fixing them. On some levels, she didn't understand why she had a shower if Damon was thinking of having his way with her later on. But, she felt more fresh and ready if he did anything.

Pulling her bra on, she clipped it up and licked her lips, tasting mint. Walking over to her bed, she tugged her jean shorts up her legs as she buttoned them up and then she pulled on bed socks, grinning. The secret to comfortable uggs. Pulling on her black uggs, she grabbed deodorant and sprayed herself. That was better. Grabbing her top, she pulled it over her head as it reached mid-thigh. There you go, she was finally looking the part. Chewing her lip, she looked at her hair. She'd rather it down actually. Pulling the hair band out, she shook her hair and ran her fingers through it, looking in the mirror. That's better. Wavy hair. It was nice and natural.

Hearing Caroline talking to someone, she took a deep breath and applied some gloss to her lips, pouting slightly and smirked. She had it in the bag. She just had to play it cool with the Mr Damon Salvatore and then she would have no problem. Grabbing her leather jacket, she pulled it on and grabbed her bag, walking out of her room as she came to face with Damon and Caroline. Wow. He looked...HOT. That was the only word that she could pronounce right now. The other words would be jumbled and wouldn't make a lot of sense. He was wearing dark black jeans, a white button up crisp t-shirt and a leather jacket. Guess they were going to match anyhow.

"You ready to go Miss Gilbert?" Damon quirked an eyebrow, smirking as she blushed. He knew she was checking him out and he was loving it.
"Lead the way Mr Salvatore." Following him out, she held back a laugh as Caroline winked at her and closed the door over behind them.
"Your looking very...sensational tonight." He told her with a grin as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against him as he inhaled her scent.

"I thought you might like it." Elena replied, leaning into him as she closed her eyes, feeling content.
"What did you want to see?" Pressing a kiss to the side of her head, he walked into the elevator with her and took her hand, lacing their fingers as he hit the button.
"I actually wanted to see Skyfall, are you up for that?" She asked, looking up at him as he gave her a grin.
"Right up my street. Let's go doll." He led her out of the elevator.

Smiling at Damon, she stepped through the door into darkness as he held it open. Looking around, she seen it was a big room. Looking up, she seen the stairs went all the way to the top and watched as Damon took her hand and led her up the stairs, holding the popcorn in his arms as they went to the back corner and sat down. Elena leaned over, placing Damon's drink in the holder as she placed her own in hers and got comfortable. Chewing her lip, she watched as people began piling it and smiled softly. She loved the cinema. Especially when it was dark. It was like strangers sharing a television. Looking over at Damon, she seen him doing the same as her, which was observing the crowd. God, he was hot. Was there a moment when he wasn't hot? Leaning across, she kissed his jaw as he turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Can I help you miss?" Damon licked his lips and sipped his drink as she shook her head with a childish grin.
"Oh Damon, don't be silly. YOU help me? You've never been able to help me. I'm ALWAYS having to take care of myself, in EVERY department."

He looked at her, narrowing his eyes slowly as he looked her over, seeing a playful grin on her face. Her chocolate eyes twinkled in amusement as she took a sip from her drink, trying to be innocent, but the sipping wasn't so innocent to Damon. He could see right through her act and she was lucky they were in a crowded place.

"I'm pretty sure...that YOU just insinuated that I need to work on my skills in the bedroom." Damon sipped his drink, turning his body towards her, "Correct me if I'm wrong."
"You insinuated right." Elena replied with a smirk as she took some popcorn eating it and turned her attention towards the screen, when adverts began playing.

Shaking his head, a smirk grazed his lips as he took some popcorn himself and ate it, while sipping his drink. If she wanted to play dirty, then so was he.

Half an hour into the movie, there was some big action scene going on and Elena was transfixed on the screen as Damon looked over at her, gazing at her long tanned legs. She was beautiful. Licking his lips, he cracked his fingers and took a sip of his drink. Showtime. Prepare for EPIC bedroom skills Miss Gilbert. Placing his hand on her thigh, he watched as she turned her head, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" Elena whispered in confusion as she looked back at the screen, watching the action scene.
"Nothing at all, just enjoying the film." Damon replied, moving his hand further up, until it was resting at the button of her shorts, his fingers caressing her lightly.
"Damon." The brunette whispered, letting out a breath as she looked at him, narrowing her eyes.

He gave her an innocent smile with a shrug as he looked away, paying attention to the screen as he swiftly unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped them slowly, not wanting to alert everyone else in the movie theater. Elena let out a shaky breath, not knowing why she wasn't stopping him. She had the chance to for about 5 minutes now, but she wasn't doing anything. Just sitting there. What was wrong with her? What was this man turning her in to? Moving his hand into her shorts and into her panties, he pressed his finger against her bundle of nerves causing the brunette to jolt slightly.

"Oh god." Elena murmured, pressing a hand to her face as he smirked in amusement.
"Something wrong Lena?" Damon asked, licking his lips as he looked her over.

When she didn't answer, he entered a finger into her as she let out a small whimper, bringing her other hand up to cover her face. Leaning close, he began placing kisses to the side of her neck. Gazing around, he seen everyone concentrating on the movie and continued his journey of kisses up to her jaw as she bit down on her lip.

"Damon-" The brunette whimpered, trying to keep herself together.
"Yes Lena?" He whispered with a smirk as he watched her eyes roll into the back of her head. Inserting another finger, he heard her hiss through her teeth.
"Oh god." Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes tightly, pulling her lip between her teeth, hoping it would help.
"Now, I don't remember, but I think earlier, you said I need to work on my skills in the bedroom? Or something like that, hmm?" Damon whispered in her ear.
"I...I..." Elena stuttered, her breath catching in her throat as he moved another finger into her and swiped his thumb across her bundle of nerves, causing her to gasp in surprise.

Smirking, he watched her trying to control her moans as she chewed at her lower lip. Giving up on trying to control her moans, she turned her head and moved her lips against Damon's, hoping it would hide her moans. Damon happily obliged and bit her lower lip, before joining a battle with her tongue. He increased the pace of his fingers as she moaned quietly into the kiss, feeling the familiar coil tightening within her stomach. What was this man doing to her?

"Now," Damon whispered as he pulled away, "I'm pretty sure you said something earlier...about my rooms in the bedroom needing to be improved, hmm?"
"Uh...Damon." Elena gasped out, closing her eyes tightly as Damon moved a third finger into her, curling them so that he came in contact with her G spot.
"What were you saying? I couldn't quite catch that." He raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes shining in amusement.
"Oh Damon...I'm...I'm gonna-" The brunette's eyes rolled into the back of her head as he picked up the pace causing her to hit oblivion and release into a million pieces.

Damon pressed his lips against hers, silencing her moans, knowing if they were caught they would be thrown out and surely with more than a warning. Shudders ran through her body as the orgasm rippled through her. She was on cloud nine. She didn't think she could feel any higher. As she came down from her high, she let out a small breath, opening her eyes to see a fight scene taking place. Zipping her shorts up and buttoning them up, Damon zipped his drink innocently and watched the film as Elena looked over at him, not sure whether to glare or to thank him for giving her the best orgasm while being in a crowded cinema.

"There's nothing about you that needs improving." Elena told him, sipping her drink as she went back to concentrating on the film, feeling more relaxed and carefree as she licked her lips. Looking over at her, a smirk grazed his lips as he took her hand in his and entwined their fingers, stroking his thumb across her knuckles with gentle brushes.

"He did...WHAT!?" Caroline went wide-eyed and gasped as she looked at her friend, who was casually sipping her drink.
"I said he fingered me in the cinema...made me experience the best orgasm and told me he'd see me tomorrow." The brunette shrugged, licking her lips.

"Men and their signals. This is one reason I have one night stands, no confusing signs, no what does this mean, what does that mean?"
"I don't know what to think. He's probably just busy with work and I'm not stopping him. We aren't dating or anything. Seriously, were like...fuck buddies."

"Fuck buddies? Who the hell has that ended well for in the long run?" Caroline gave her a look and crossed her arms as she sipped at her drink.
"A lot of people who like to be...fucked by...buddies?" The brunette furrowed her eyebrows, trying to think and couldn't come to a conclusion, so she shrugged.

"It's because it WON'T end well. Not with hot top business guys like him and the-"
"The secrets I'm hiding? Yeah, it won't end well. If he finds that out, god knows how he will act Caroline. He's my boss and I'm sleeping with him."
"It's all too good to be true honey."

Elena licked her lips, finishing off her drink as she went into the kitchen and sighed. What was she going to do? Messing around with Damon wasn't going to help the matter any further when the secrets came out. So many secrets, one successful man and her. It wouldn't end good. Even she knew that and she wasn't psychic.

Walking into the building, she closed her eyes, wincing at every loud sound. Her and Caroline had decided to drink their way into the early hours of the morning, the brunette obviously forgetting that she had work to attend to. Slipping on sunglasses again, she ducked her head whilst getting into the elevator and pressed her finger to her temple, trying to soothe the drumming in her head. She would kill Caroline later. How the hell did she convince her to drink so much? As soon as the elevator opened, she stepped out and was about to head to her office until she heard a voice.

"Elena!" Nancy called as the brunette turned around slowly, not wanting to move to quick, "Mr Damon would like to see you in his office."
"Uhm. Of...course he would." Slowly walking up the hall, she let out a breath, knocking on the door as she closed her eyes.
"Come in!" Damon called out as he continued talking.

Pushing the door open, she slowly walked in and closed the door behind her, feeling the full effects of the drink. It was obvious she was still drunk, she was awake on 3 hours of sleep. He was on the phone, his tie loosened, his hair in a sexy mess, his jaw clenched. His jacket hung on the back of the chair. Looking up at her, he frowned softly and held a finger up as he went back to the phone call.

Walking towards the couch, she blinked, going to sit down but fell straight onto the floor, missing it by a mile. Damon looked over and raised an eyebrow, seeing her on the floor as she held up a hand to say she was okay. Feeling for the couch, she slowly sat on it, letting out a breath. This was not going to be a good day, as soon as the drink was out of her system, the hangover would kick in and kill her all together. His blue eyes watched her curiously, his lips in a smirk as he turned his attention back to the phone.

"I don't care how long it takes. I want it done, you hear me? If it isn't done, you'll be getting another call." Damon told the person, slamming down the phone.
"What's got you in a gruff?" Elena murmured, the banging ringing noises from her ear as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"A dick who can't take a simple instruction. What's up with you?" Pushing himself up, he wandered over to her and sat on the couch beside her.
"What did you need? Nancy said you wanted to see me...or something." Elena questioned, ignoring his question as she waved her hand at him.
"Is it sunny outside?" Raising an eyebrow, he looked at the sunglasses as she digged her fingers into her temple.
"Very...just out there... being annoying." She replied, closing her eyes as he smirked.
"Lena, it's raining." He pointed out the window behind him as she slowly looked around.
"Oh well. Will you look at that...someone answered my prayers." Elena replied, standing up slowly, "I'll be in my office if you need me."

Making her way to the door, she tripped over her own feet and went hurdling into the door with a moan in pain. Damon got up, walking over quickly and turned her towards him, seeing her holding her hand to her head as she hissed in pain, curses flying out of her lips.

"Son of a bitch!" The brunette scolded herself, her headache just getting a lot worser.
"Elena," Frowning, he slowly slipped her sunglasses of as she winced, holding her hand in front of her eyes, trying to block the sun, "Are you drunk?"
"Me? Drunk?" Laughing it off, she shook her head, "Pfft...drunk!"
"Lena, you're not even looking at me, you're looking behind me and I'm pretty sure I ain't back there."
"Uh...yes! I am fucking pissed and I can't tell my ass from my elbow, okay!? Caroline convinced me to drink until the early hours of this morning!"
"When you knew you had work with me?" Damon gave her a look, tossing the sunglasses back onto his desk.
"Especially when I knew I had work with you. On a day without drink, your fucking MENTAL to put up with, but now...I'm feeling fine with putting up with your stupid...ass, wretched, edgy, annoying, smart, hot...again...STUPID...oh and ass."

Hipcupping, she laughed as Damon smirked, quite amused as he rubbed his chin and looked over in thought. Elena shoved her folders into his chest with a grin and pumped her fist into the air, stealing his smirk as she traced her finger along his jaw.

"Happy Birthday Mr Salvatore. Enjoy those now won't you?" Grinning, she walked out, tripping slightly, "Oppsie. Nancy if Mr...Damon Salvatore needs me, you know where to find me."

Damon poked his head out the door, watching Elena make her way down the corridor, holding herself up by the wall as he smirked. A drunk Elena Gilbert. His day just got a lot better.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! :D

Shauna
xxx