Elena woke up with a jolt, extending her limbs to stretch across the bed. She had a dream that she slept through her alarm clock and it was the first day of school. Elena instantly relaxed when she realized where she was and let out a little sigh-laugh. She found it funny how she had a nightmare about being late to school considering the life she lived.

"Ow," His voice sounded right next to her as her elbow jabbed into his back. His voice. He was actually there. Elena felt a little smile crawl across her cheeks—she had really missed waking up next to Damon.

"Sorry," Elena said with false sincerity. She turned on her side and looked at Damon. He was resting his head on the pillow and his eyes were still closed, but the smug smile on his cheeks deceived the theory that he was asleep. He had that unbelievably hot just-woke-up hair that drove Elena absolutely nuts. She ran her fingers over the black fuzz of his head before placing her hand on his bare bicep.

Damon slowly began lifting his head. He turned his head towards her and opened his eyes. Elena felt suspended in the moment: dreading, yet somehow anxious for his reaction. She needed to know if he was back, if he had returned to her.

Damon narrowed his eyes and intently examined her face.

"Who are you?" Damon asked.

The moment those words fell from his mouth, Elena felt her heart break. This time her heartbreak was so intense that for a moment, she feared she would never be able to repair it. She didn't know what to say. She was so sure that her plan would work, but apparently, it had actually been counterproductive. Elena struggled for words, wondering what one would even say in this situation.

Eventually she choked out a whispered:

"No."

Damon quickly read her reaction and brushed his thumb against her cheek. His typical, small, happy smile extended over his cheeks.

"Hey, hey. I was just kidding. Don't you worry, Elena Gilbert."

Elena let out a huge puff of breath and felt the pain on her heart let up. She stared into the blue of his eyes, searching. She still didn't know if he had regained all his old memories. After a moment, the shock of the moment disappeared and Elena realized just what he said. He said 'Elena Gilbert.' He said 'Gilbert.' Elena never told memory-less Damon what her last name was.

"Damon?!" Elena exclaimed, overly excited. Damon flinched at her volume.

"Yeah. Jeez. You just got me back. You don't want to blow out my eardrums now, do ya?" Damon asked with his smug smile and all Elena wanted was to wipe that smile off his cheeks. So she did. By pulling him in for a long kiss. The covers adjusted to where Elena's bare legs were left to the cold of the room as Damon crawled on top of her.

Elena broke the kiss.

"I'm so mad at you right now," Elena said with a large smile that contradicted her words. She pecked his lips.

"What's new?" Damon asked. Elena cut him off by joining their lips yet again. Elena was so overwhelmed with joy. A single tear escaped from her closed eyelids and slid down her cheek. Damon pulled away and kissed away the tear. He lips lingered on her cheek and Elena closed her eyes, wanting to experience every sensation while with him.

"I missed you so much," Elena whispered. Damon lifted his lips from her cheek and perched himself up on his elbows to look at her full-on. The moment they made eye contact, Elena felt heat burst through her body from pent up frustration, love, and longing.

"I missed you too," Damon responded.

"How? You were gone." Elena brushed her thumb across his bottom lip, finding it too appealing to leave alone.

"No I wasn't," Damon said matter-of-factly. Elena cocked her head to the side and furrowed her brow. Damon read the look and explained, "I've been here this whole time, hovering behind my own eyes, but unable to actually come fully forward. It was hell."

"But, what? Why? How is that even poss—?"

"You." Damon stated. Elena's face relaxed at his words and she didn't even need any more of an explanation. His love for her and the fact that she returned his love was enough to keep him clinging onto the world that held their happiness.

Elena leaned up and kissed him again, pulling him as closely to her body as possible. She hiked her leg up and around his back. Damon placed his hand on her thigh and ran his fingers lightly up to her waist. The contact made Elena flush with heat.

"Doors exist for a reason, lovers," Jeremy's voice sounded from the threshold of Elena's bedroom. Elena broke from Damon's lips and looked over his shoulder to see her brother. She felt a blush crawl to her cheeks. How many times is this going to happen? He's probably scarred for life. Elena thought.

"We were busy," Damon grunted. His eyes scanned the parts of Elena's body that he could see and he seductively licked his lips, "We are busy."

"Right, well," Jeremy said, awkwardly shuffling his feet. "It's good to have you back, Damon."

Damon perked up at Jeremy's words and turned around to face him. Damon sat back down on the bed and leaned his back against the bedframe. Elena scooted up too and relaxed in the crevice of his arm, holding the sheet tightly against her bodice for coverage.

"Did you just say something nice to me?" Damon asked, "Are you okay? Do you have a fever?"

"Haha, no." Jeremy chuckled, "I just figured that I might as well learn to put up with you. I mean, you might be my brother-in-law someday."

"Hmm," Damon responded.

"Also, Elena was miserable without you." Jeremy added.

"Oh, I knew that part," Damon raised his eyebrows at Elena and she jokingly slapped his chest. Jeremy watched the interaction and a smile crept onto his cheeks.

"Anyway, I'm glad you're back." Jeremy said.

"Me too, baby Gilbert, me too." Damon responded, pressing his lips against the crown of Elena's forehead. She sighed in contentment. Jeremy, happy to see his sister so happy, left the lovers alone, figuring they needed some time to catch up.

A/N: Noooo, that was not the last chapter. I'm going to estimate about 3 more chapters. Thanks for reading and please review!