Told you I would be back!

Once again, thank you for your lovely reviews. It's great to know people are enjoying this fic as much as I am writing it. And as promised for my lack of updating in 3 weeks (again - so sorry!) here is Chapter 9 nice and early for you. Got a feeling you'll like this one ;-)

Elena's POV

Elena didn't stop and turn back - and she cursed herself for the next four days for not doing so.

Because running away had only made things worse.

It was Friday afternoon, biology class and Elena hadn't written a single word down in her book, nor had she taken in anything her teacher was saying. All she could think about was how much she had screwed up with Mr Salvatore. He saw her staring at his half naked body while he changed his shirt. The very thought still made her feel sick with embarrassment. She dropped her bag and only managed to rescue her notepad, a few pens and her hairbrush. She never managed to pick up her phone or purse and she was still without her copy of Hamlet that she needed for the entire year.

But worst of all was the fact she stopped, looked at him and decided to run away. To run away from the man who saved her. What must he think of her now?

That you're a silly, little girl scalded her brain.

She fought back the stinging in her eyes as she doodled in the corner of her book. Wishing she could switch off the part of her brain that made her think of nothing but Mr Salvatore, and think of more pressing matters. Like her education for a start. But again, that couldn't progress in some areas, such as English if she was down her copy of Hamlet and dreaded the very thought of ever going to an English class ever again. Everything was just... so... screwed!

At least Caroline's slumber party would be something to take her mind off things. Elena was pretty excited about it. They hadn't done it in ages.

But you still need that book for your essay. For the whole year - to graduate, Elena...

The bell rang and everyone jumped out of their chairs with that 'friday feeling.' Elena felt the exact opposite as she lazily got out of her seat. Nothing good was going to come out of today at all. Except maybe Caroline talking about something else other than how much of an idiot Matt was. As if on cue, Elena received a text from her.

"OMG. MATT IS A TOTAL LOSER. WILL TELL U L8ER XOXO"

No change there then.

Flipping her phone shut, Elena took the brave first steps towards the English department. At that moment she realized how pathetic it was to feel so nervous, scared and yet excited every time she seemed to go into that building these days. She couldn't wait for this crush to be over and done with. They were all the same. You feel anything and everything for them for a while, but then you wonder what all the fuss was about. This would be no different, she told herself. She had to face the music. It was now or never. So she'd blush when she'd come face to face with him in two minutes time, ask for her book and probably still feel embarrassed once she'd left. It would be over and done with, and she wouldn't flunk her favourite subject just because of a stupid encounter with her teacher.

There was no Uncle John floating around which was good news once again. One less problem to tick off her list. But still Elena hurried by his door, meaning she could not slow down and compose herself properly before entering Mr Salvatore's classroom.

As soon as she saw his door her stomach dropped to the floor beneath her converse clad feet.

No she told herself, taking in a deep breath and stroking down her hair, you have to do this.

Without allowing herself to think a moment longer to talk herself out of it, Elena stormed the last five steps and knocked three, hard times on the doors surface. In those agonizing few seconds where she could hear movement from the other side, she occupied her mind with noticing how much her knuckles hurt after knocking so loudly. They were almost stinging.

The moment she chose to glance through the window she met his eyes on the other side. God, she was coming undone already as he opened the door.

"Hello, Elena..."

He smiled warmly, as if it was to reassure her. Or that's what Elena felt from him anyway.

"Hi, Mr Salvatore..." she almost choked on her own voice. Feeling her body ignite with nerves...

And lust.

"I, um.."

"Came to collect the belongings you left behind?"

Elena felt incredibly flustered under his gaze. All she could do was nod in response.

She watched him cock his head to the left, indicating he had them "come on in, Miss Gilbert."

She complied and slowly entered, hearing the door close behind her as she played with the straps of her bag. As he walked by her she inhaled his clean, masculine scent, desperately trying to ignore the effect his aroma had on her. He turned around to face her with an unreadable look, but his eyes never lost their icy glow.

"Your copy of Hamlet is on that shelf. Third row from the top. I kept your personal things in my closet, just gimme a moment."

Elena nodded, even though he'd already turned and walked away into the storage room. Quickly popping her bag onto the nearest table, Elena hurried herself over to the tower of shelves to find her book. She needed to find it and leave. It was all becoming way too much. He hated her. She just knew it by the way he was around her.

Why did I have to run, why!

Biting back her emotions she bit down on her lip and arched onto her tip-toes. She couldn't reach. Her fingertips were shaking from their stretched position as they brushed the spine of the book cover. As she strained her limbs further, her fingertips coiled around the base of the book, just as she felt the heat from another body move behind her.

"Here let me," she heard him say, his voice low and deep from behind her shoulder. Elena felt her whole body tense and she knew he detected it. She could feel the air around them change.

Elena didn't move her hand as she watched his own come beside it and grab the book with perfect ease. Her breaths were light and shaky, her spine tingling with heat as his actions caused his chest to brush against her back and his hips to press against the curve of her behind. From under her eyelashes she inched her head to look above her right shoulder. Directly into his eyes.

He was staring down at her. Intense and wanting. She didn't tear her eyes away from his for a single second as she felt his hand meet with hers above them. His warm fingertips gently entwining with hers.

She squeezed them hard in response.

"I'm sorry I ran away from you."

Damon's POV

That was all it took. Her soft, breathless voice to whisper down those barriers he had struggled to keep in place to block her out.

He watched as her eyes landed to his lips, feeling her body subconsciously start to lean back against his. While his mind was screaming for him to stop, reel it all back and take control of the situation, it was also making his left hand circle around her hips to softly glide across her stomach, causing it to quiver under his light touch as he gently pulled her backwards so her body was finally flush against his.

Damon was still watching her, hypnotized by the way she continued to stare at his parted lips as she rested back against his body. He could tell she was imagining how they would feel against her own and he was so, very close to making it become a reality. As her breath ghosted across his lips, he untwined their laced fingers from above to gently caress the side of her face. His fingertips lovingly grazed the underside of her jaw, an act that caused her eyelids to flutter in appreciation. They moved to her chin until the pad of his thumb finally rested against her dusky bottom lip to arch her head back that little bit farther, an act that reminded him of the moment he rescued her, to finally give in to the temptation that had consumed every part of his being since the moment he first laid eyes on her.

KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!

Like a bolt of lightening had erupted between their bodies, Damon tore himself away from Elena to look worryingly over to his closed door. They were just out of sight from the window. Or at least he hoped they were.

"Hey Damon you in there?" came Ric's voice.

He hadn't seen them. Damon silently thanked the Gods above and he turned back to Elena who looked completely mortified against the bookshelf.

"Just a second, Ric!" Damon shouted, never taking his eyes off her.

"What should I-"

"Shush" he whispered, pressing his finger against his lips before taking her hands in his and moving her to the side so she wouldn't be seen. "I'll take care of it."

He waited until she nodded her response. Like it was an act he'd done a million times before, he curled his fingertips around a lock of her hazel, coloured hair and carefully tucked it behind her ear. Even now, on the brink of discovery, he marveled at how perfect she was.

Knowing he told Ric he'd be just a second over a minute ago, Damon quickly composed himself and opened his classroom door.

"Dude, what were you doing in here?" questioned Ric as Damon leaned against the door frame.

"Pounding my head against the wall after the shittiest day ever" quipped Damon, making sure he didn't loose face. It was quite easy. Even though his heart was pounding painfully hard in his chest.

Alaric laughed and followed suit with leaning against the wall. Damon sincerely hoped he wasn't planning on prolonging the conversation.

"I was just wondering if you wanna go out for a beer or something tonight?"

"Uh yeah, sure" Damon lied, but he felt he needed to. "What time you thinking?"

"About nine? I'll call with more details, but I thought i'd ask now before you decide to ditch me and make other plans."

"Yeah sounds great. Anyway I have to get going, Ric. But yeah, give us a call."

"No problemo. See you later."

Damon flashed a quick smile and closed the door as soon as Ric turned away. He felt bad for cutting things short now Alaric was one of his closest friends, but it wasn't like he had any other choice. Feeling completely thrown and bewildered of the events that had happened in the last half an hour, Damon tried to gather his thoughts together as he made his way back to Elena who had attached herself to the corner of the room. She looked scared to death.

"Are you okay?" Damon asked, not knowing whether it was a good idea to go over and comfort her or keep his distance. His mind was completely fucked; right and wrong, lust and love all rolled into one massive, knotted ball and all he felt he could do was just stand there, looking completely useless in front of her.

"Yeah, I'm fine" she whispered, but looking completely lost.

Damon clenched his jaw and regrettably made his decision on what do to with the matter at hand.

He chose to do the right thing.

"Your phone and purse are here," he stated, making the half-assed effort of pointing to them on his desk, when all the while he wanted to do nothing more than have her sprawled on top of it, looking up at him under her heavy-lidded eyes.

He felt like a complete dick for behaving the way he was. He was well and truly aware of it, but what was he meant to do? Pursue a crazy love affair with a sixteen year old student and shrug off the fact it could almost certainly land him a number of years behind bars? It was insane.

Elena wordlessly took her phone and purse, hiding behind her curtain of brunette hair as she placed them into her bag. The silence was killing him. This whole 'thing' was destroying him and it was getting on his last nerve.

He wandered back over to the shelf where her copy of Hamlet was still waiting for her and he roughly yanked it from it place, causing the books at either side to go tumbling to the floor.

"Don't forget your book again," he said, harsher than intended. But then he thought it was better to behave like the arsehole teacher to make sure they knew where they stood. That way their heated encounter minutes earlier would never happen again.

When she looked up and her hair brushed away from her face, it hit Damon like a truck to see what his hot and cold behaviour was doing to her. He'd gone from loving and sensual to complete prick in a matter of minutes and it was wrong. Completely wrong, but what else could he do? Then the hurt look in her eyes changed into one of a steely glare.

"Thanks, sir" she snapped, snatching the book from his fingers.

Elena had never acted so cold towards him. It took him by complete surprise. And he did not like it. Not one bit.

So this is what the hot and cold treatment feels like, Damon realized, watching her roughly zip up her bag and making her way to leave the classroom.

It was then Damon knew that if Elena Gilbert left and closed that door behind her, she would be closing him off forever.

Oh no you don't, Damon thought, storming towards the door as she opened it, only to slam it shut once again with the palm of hand. He didn't need to say, or do anything in the single second that their eyes locked.

Damon knew that this was the right thing to do - as they simultaneously dragged one another into a hot, searing kiss against his classroom door.

Elena's POV

Elena couldn't believe this was real. She convinced herself it was a dream. An incredibly vivid, erotic one as she felt the fire burst in her belly at the way Mr Salvatore kiss her.

She was against the wall. Back slammed against the display board, ravaging each others mouths as she hungrily snaked her legs around his hips. He responded with a teasing thrust, his hardening erection brushing against the source of her burning heat was indescribable for her. Especially since she had yet to experience such a passionate encounter in her young life. Every touch, every breath, every moan was sending her higher into a state where she needed him, all of him and she hadn't even had the chance to explore the flesh that remained hidden under his tight, black shirt.

Her train of thought snapped into oblivion when his tongue glided deliciously between her full lips the moment he chose to thrust hard against her once again.

"Ohmygah.." she found herself mumbling between kisses, completely unable to think or do anything as his mouth peppered from her lips, to her cheeks, until eventually taking one, single nip at her right ear lobe.

"Do you need to be anywhere," he asked, urgency and need laced in his deep, breathless voice against her ear. The hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention, her mind conjuring images of his naked body taking hers. Hard and fast, despite the fact she had never really experienced sex like that. But she knew he would almost certainly take her that way. She smirked.

"No I don't" she whispered, feeling him pull back to look into her eyes. Her hands lazily massaged through his hair that was now wild and unruly after their unbridled administrations. His eyes were glazed with desire, which aroused her further, making her legs shudder with anticipation. She knew how dangerous this was, how 'wrong' it was but she didn't really care right now. She squeezed her legs tighter around him, hoping he wasn't changing his mind. It would destroy her if he did.

Her worries obliterated as he captured her lips once again, controlling their kiss with an unbearably slow pace that was just, pure teasing.

"Would you like to come back to mine, Elena?" he growled, clearly needing her as much as she needed him. "You know i'll understand if you choose not to."

She didn't need to think twice and responded with a soft kiss, feeling brave she nipped his bottom lip between her teeth, causing him to gasp with surprise and pleasure.

"I need you," she whispered.

And then he smirked. That mischievous, up-to-no-good smirk that she had fallen in love with.

"Mmm, then we better not waste another minute, had we?" he teased.

Elena slowly shook her head. She felt so naughty and she loved it as she burst into a seductive laughter that unbeknownst to her, had Damon Salvatore reeling.

He carefully placed her jellyfied legs to the ground. Elena hated the absence of his body pushed hard against hers as she watched him rummage through his desk for his car keys. When she heard the familiar jingle rattle in his hands, her body sprung into over drive as she swung open the door. Needing to get into his car, into his bed and into his pants as quickly as possible.

Soooo - was it worth the wait?

I'm sorry for leaving it there. I know, I'm a total bitch. Mwhahahaha!

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