G'day Delena fans!

Once again I am THRILLED with your reviews. If there was one chapter where I really needed them, it was that one. So thank you so much to all of you. And yaaaaay, I can write smut! Mehehehe.

So here I give you chapter 11. Already brewing up Chapter 12 in my head - I intend to keep you all entertained throughout our entire wait until S3 begins. (Can you believe they've pushed the air date back to the 15th? Yeah, it's only a week... but still, a week!)

Damon's POV

"Hello there, Damon. Did you forget about our little date?"

Stood there in his boxers that were riding dangerously low on his hips, Damon stared at Isobel; slack-jawed with a thousand thoughts scurrying through his post-orgasmic haze.

Unable to decide what to say to her first, Damon opted for the question that jumped to the forefront of his mind next.

"Isobel, how did you know where I lived?"

She gave a little shrug, putting on her Little Miss Innocent-Who-Doesn't-Know-Any-Better act that pissed Damon right off.

"I have my ways," she mused lowly, enjoying his baffled expression before succumbing to the truth, "we work in the same place, Damon. Your address was pretty easy to obtain. I thought I'd get it incase anything like this happened."

"Riiiight," said Damon, beginning to feel a little scared of how well she'd thought this evening through when for him, he'd completely forgotten about it.

"So," she quipped, her face going from pleasant to pissed, "where were you?"

"I was asleep" Damon stated, getting fucked off with her attitude and inability to see that he was not interested in her. That this 'date' was only organized because she oh so desperately wanted to say sorry for spilling a little coffee on his shirt. It was time to nip it in the bud. No more Mister Nice Guy.

"Asleep? You fell asleep knowing you were meant to be meeting with me!"

"Yeah I feel asleep. I was exhausted, so I went to bed. I'm sorry."

"Sorry? That hardly makes up for having me wait an hour for you."

Damon blinked at her words. How late was it exactly? He and Elena had completely lost track of time. Speaking of which, he felt a cold sweat envelope his body at the thought of Elena hearing any of this conversation. He felt physically sick at the prospect of her wandering out of his bedroom...

"I said I'm sorry," he finally snapped, needing to wrap this pathetic dispute, "what more do you want me to do, Isobel?"

"Well," she began, fluttering her chunky, fake eyelashes up at him. Damon had witnessed this look from her before and he knew it didn't mean anything good for him. "You could invite me in for a drink," she suggested, her eyes taking in his bare physique.

"Now is not a good time," Damon blurted, feeling like he was digging his own grave once again with her, "my place isn't exactly guest friendly right now. Total shit hole."

"Well it won't exactly be the decor i'll be looking at will it, Damon?" she said, taking one step closer.

"Really, Isobel. It's not the best time" he said sternly, blocking off his door a little more defensively than he intended. She looked up at him with a great deal of confusion, but as though she was searching for something in his eyes. Like the truth for example.

"Do you have someone in here with you, Damon?"

Elena's POV

Elena had remained wrapped in Damon's bed sheets the entire time he had been at the door. Sitting in a deathly silence. Almost too scared to breathe. She listened as best as she could, only grasping the odd word or sentence.

"... meeting with me..."

"... fell asleep... I'm sorry"

"... for you..."

"... what do you want me to do, Isobel?"

Elena clamped her hands over her mouth, stifling the gasp that tried to escape between her shaking fingers. It was Miss Flemming! If she was catching the conversation right, it sounded like Damon was meant to see her or something. Her heart began to thunder painfully against her chest. This was not how today was supposed to end.

"..Invite me for a drink?" Was the latest thing she caught from Miss Flemming and Elena gritted her teeth, willing to hold the tears back. Did he just take her back to his because she was an easier option? Because she was so willing? Elena suddenly felt uncomfortable in her own skin. Dirty, even. How could he continue to stand and chat with Isobel when she was naked in his bed!

As silently as possible, Elena shifted from her huddled position under the sheets to find what clothing she had strewn on the floor. Her underwear was at the foot of the bed, along with her jeans. She grabbed for the denim and dragged it onto her lap, frantically searching for her phone...

Which she'd left in her bag.

By Damon's door.

Damon's POV

"Really Isobel, as bad as I feel for oversleeping you have no right to start questioning what I do in my personal life. I don't happen to have anyone in here but even if I did, it's none of your businesses."

Damon smirked and twitched his eyebrows in a clever manner, making sure his words hit home. He even went as far to lean on his door frame and fold his arms across his bare chest.

Finally she looked defeated, but kept up a little stubborn streak. She scoffed and shook her head to the floor. Then her whole attitude suddenly seemed to change. Damon couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt his jaw tighten anxiously.

"Whatever you say, Damon" she said, slowly raising her eyes to meet his, "but I may start to consider making it my business."

Damon frowned, not entirely understanding why she said that. Whether he understood it or not, her threat worried him.

"Goodnight Damon," she said, then turning on her heel and leaving.

Stunned and bewildered by her unexpected exit, Damon slowly closed his apartment door. Once closed he rested his head against the thick wood, trying to fit the pieces of Isobels' cryptic, little puzzle in his head. It was like she left with one up on him, even though he had given her the cold shoulder.

"Fuck it," he spat under breath, turning to go back to his gorgeous girl who was laying naked in his bed.

Damon almost went flying across the room as his foot caught Elena's bag which she had dropped in their frantic make-out session against the door earlier. Despite the shock of almost flattening his face on his wooden floor, Damon smirked at the memory, heading back to his bedroom to finish where he and Elena had left off.

His perky, content mood automatically dropped as he pushed open his bedroom door to find Elena frantically pulling up her jeans in tears.

"Whoa, what's this?" Damon questioned. She ignored him, furiously wiping away the tears in her eyes and covering her exposed breasts with her left arm while she hunted for her clothes. This was not good at all. "Elena, answer me" Damon ordered.

"Can you see my bra?" she said, her cheeks actually blazing red because she had to ask.

"Don't you think it's a little late to be all shy and retiring now, Elena" he teased, treating her to the cheeky smirk and 'eye-thing' that he already knew she loved. But she was having none of it.

"Quit playing games, Damon. Help me find it so I can leave you and Miss Flemming to your date which I clearly interrupted."

Her voice was like deadly venom; painful yet numbing his entire body. She heard everything and had clearly gotten the wrong end of the stick. As he open his mouth to explain she roughly barged passed him, yanking her top from near the doorway and storming into the dark lounge.

"Elena," he called, desperately trying to think where to begin. He drudgingly followed her, watching as she pulled her t-shirt over her beautiful, olive skin. His chest tightened at the thought of never seeing her bare skin like that again. "You need to let me explain-"

"Explain what?" she seethed, looking at him properly through her tears, "explain how I made it all so easy for you to pursue me as a bit on the side while you're busy organizing dates with someone else?"

"Oh come on, Elena" said Damon as if she said the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. Which it actually was. "You don't really think I'd be like that do you?"

"Well I don't know!" she snapped, flailing her arms in the air, "I barely know you! Which ultimately shows how stupid of me it was to let you do what you just did to me."

Her words were like a knife to his heart, slowly twisting the muscle until it tore in half as she made her way for the door. Damon, never one to back down, followed hot on her tail as she made it to doorway to slip on her shoes. He wasn't going to allow her to continue getting ready to leave while he explained the situation. The fact she had been doing it while he tried to apologized annoyed the Hell out of him, as much as he tried to understand her point of view. A tiny gasp elicited from her lips as he grabbed her forearms and pushed her against the wall. Not as in a way to hurt her, but as a way to make her listen.

"Damon, let go of me!" she sobbed, trying to wriggle out of his tight grasp but he was having none of it. No way was she leaving without him setting the score straight.

"Elena will you..."

"I just wanna go home. Let me go!"

"Will you please-"

"Let me go!"

"Just-"

"Get off me!"

"Elena will you fucking listen to me!"

She froze like a statue in his arms. Eyes wide with shock as he held her close, their noses brushing and breath hot on each others lips.

"Do you seriously think that if I wanted a quick fuck that i'd do it with one of my students? If that was all I wanted, then I would have no problem getting that from Isobel. To cut a long story short, she cornered me into meeting with her as a sorry for something she did. Not my decision and I said yes to shut her up. I have just risked everything to spend this time with you; my career, my life, my whole fucking future. I wouldn't risk that unless I knew it was worth it. And you are worth it, Elena Gilbert."

She had begun to tremble, as had he after his passionate little speech. It hadn't sunk in how much he'd put on the line until he'd actually said it out aloud - and now he felt scared, staring with a blank expression as he looked into her watery, brown eyes. Comfort melted through him as her hands cupped his face, her fingers curling into his disheveled, dark hair.

"I'm sorry, Damon" he watched her say, feeling a sense of relief unknot the tight, strained muscles in his body. "I should've known..."

"Well like you said. You barely know me" came Damon's low response.

Elena closed her eyes and bit her lip, clearly wishing she could turn back time and alter what she'd said.

"Can we still change that?" she asked in a meek voice, sinking into his body against the wall.

Damon wanted to say yes. He wanted her and that wouldn't change. But what if this happened again? What if they continued to see each other and something happened where Elena was in the dark about it, would she go crying to her friends? She would never be able to do that if this continued. It would blow their cover. It would be between the two of them and no one else. And it would be that way for a very, very long time. It was a massive risk and one he'd thought long and hard about for many sleepless nights. But it was only now on the verge of discovery that he realized the seriousness of what he and Elena were doing. He rested his forehead gently against hers and sighed.

"It'll be hard, Elena. None of this is going to be easy."

"I know, I understand" she replied, quickly kissing his parted lips that made him want more.

"It would have to be a secret" he said, sliding his hands to palm her cheeks.

"Our secret. No one else" she breathed, kissing him once again.

Damon was slowly becoming drugged on her touch, addicted to the way her lips made love to his and the way her body melted against his own. Once again time was lost and Damon wanted her back in that bedroom, naked and riding him like there was no tomorrow.

Then the loud, mood-breaking buzz of a cell phone begged for their attention. They sighed against one another's mouths, amused and breathless.

Damon was about to suggest they ignore it and take their explorations of one another's body elsewhere, until Elena's eyes shot open with complete horror.

"Oh my God!"

"W-what?" hurried Damon, releasing her from his embrace as she went scurrying to the floor like a startled mouse. He watched her with a frown as her hands fumbled around for her phone in the depths of her bag. Yanking it out, she looked at the device in her hand like it was possessed.

"Six missed calls from Caroline, eight from Bonnie and twelve from Aunt Jenna, oh my God!"

You have got to be kidding me...

"Elena you said you didn't have to be anywhere," said Damon, stating the obvious but feeling the need to as she mumbled incoherent words while texting someone.

"I know, I forgot!" she whined, "I was supposed to be at Caroline's for a sleep over hours ago. I'm such an idiot! My Aunt's gonna freak!"

"Elena just calm down," Damon instructed, seeing the girl was going head first into a panic attack. "Just call your Aunt and tell her you're alright and you've just needed some time alone."

"But I'm a terrible liar."

"Well this can be good practice. 'Cause I can guarantee you're gonna be doing a lot more of it from now on, honey."

"Don't remind me," she huffed, staring at her phone for a good ten seconds before pressing call. Damon waited next to her silently, hoping to God that Elena would work herself out of her mess unscathed.

Elena' POV

With each passing 'ring-ring' that droned down the receiver, Elena felt her stomach churn. She had completely forgot about Caroline's slumber party as soon as she'd stepped into Damon's classroom. Just looking at him had completely erased the outside world around them. Now she was paying the price, because she knew she was in serious trouble.

Finally, Aunt Jenna answered the phone, her breathing laboured and heavy.

"Elena, thank God!" she bellowed, causing Elena to inch the phone away from her ear, "where the Hell are you, we've been worried sick!"

"I know, I'm sorry," Elena whined, looking up to Damon as if he would have the answer for an easy way out of this. He gave her a nod, urging her to continue. "I can explain everything"

"Oh everything? Can you explain how you haven't answered your phone to anyone for the last six hours? How you didn't turn up to Caroline's after school? How you-"

"I was at the grave," Elena blurted, feeling a rush of guilt swell in her tiny body for using her parents resting place as an excuse. "I was at the grave, Aunt Jenna"

"Bullshit, Elena. We checked there three times!"

"Who's we?" Elena asked shakily, knowing her Aunt was seriously angry if she felt the need to swear at her.

"Myself, Bonnie, Caroline even Jeremy!"

Elena felt defeated and shook her head at Damon. She rubbed her free hand against her head, as if it would massage the perfect excuse into her brain.

"Where were you, Elena?" Aunt Jenna ordered.

"I really was at the grave, Jenna. For a while, I don't know what time, but you must have just missed me."

"Well that's fair enough. But where have you been since? Where are you now even?"

Elena gulped and began pacing back at forth. Damon stayed well back which Elena was thankful for. She'd probably take out all her frustration and panic on him if he came into her personal space. But still, an excuse for where she was now...

C'mon Elena, think!

"I just went for a walk. I needed some time to myself, you know I need that sometimes."

"But you haven't wandered off like that for months, Elena. And you would always answer your phone. You completely ignored us. The girls thought you'd been abducted on your way home, we were on the verge of calling Caroline's mom at work to send out a search party for you!"

"Okay, I get it! You were all worried and I'm a stupid, ignorant girl for not letting you know where I was, I get it!" Elena blurted, bursting into tears at this whole mess. "But all I wanted was time to myself, why can't you understand that?"

"I do. But there's a fine line between wanting time to yourself and completely cutting yourself off from the world. Do you remember when Jeremy would storm out and disappear for hours on end and come back drunk, stoned, heck even with the police? Do you remember how frantic I was? I thought you knew better than to put myself in that situation with you too, Elena Gilbert."

Listening to her Aunt sound so betrayed and upset killed Elena inside. As amazing as her time with Damon had been, would it really have killed her to send a text to Caroline and Bonnie when she was in the car earlier? If she had, none of this would be happening.

"I'm sorry," cracked Elena through her tears. "I didn't mean-"

"We'll discuss it more when I come to collect you. Where are you?"

"I... I'm already on my way."

"Don't give me that, tell me where you are and i'll pick you-"

Elena hung up. She didn't feel like she had any other choice.

Sobbing on Damon's worn, leather couch Elena felt him come towards her. Through her blurry eyes she saw him stood in front of her.

"Didn't go too well I take it?"

Elena stood up and shook her head, collapsing into his body for the embrace she desperately needed. Even now when she had so much against her, just being in his tender hold made her feel so much better. His warm, toned arms squeezed her body lovingly against his. Like he was cocooning her from the troubles that seemed to collide into them in the last hour. Is this what they were up against from now on? Elena shuddered at the thought, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck to hide away for just a minute longer.

When Damon slowly drew back she was forced to look at him. His thumbs stroked away the hot tears that trailed down her cheeks.

"I'm afraid you've got the face the music, Elena" he said admittedly.

"I know" she sighed, resting her head into his right hand that continued to brush at her damp cheek, "but if I can't take control over the phone, how am I meant to do it in person?"

"Because you have to" he stated, "once faced with it, you'll be fine."

"Do you think so?"

"Well if I can tell Isobel where to go in my underwear when she's desperate to get in them, I'm sure you can handle your Aunt." He finished off with 'the smirk' and Elena found herself laughing, enjoying the way his fingertips grazed from her cheeks to glide through her long, slightly messy hair after their love-making. "Give me a minute to get dressed. I don't particularly fancy driving you home like this," he said, gesturing to his toned body and tensing his washboard stomach.

"I hate to love how arrogant you are," Elena sighed, feeling her stomach flutter as he winked before disappearing into his room.

Once he was gone, the worry settled in once again.

Elena quickly grabbed for her converse that were strewn by the door, hastily shoving them onto her feet and tying up the worn laces. Her phone began buzzing in her pocket again. She already knew it would be Aunt Jenna, but she looked anyway.

It felt like a ton of bricks had landed on her body to see the name 'Uncle John' flashing on the screen. Aunt Jenna must have called him after she hung up. Things were going from bad to worse!

"Still getting hassled?" she heard Damon ask. She looked up to find him pulling on a tight, white t-shirt over his amazing muscles. She hoped it wouldn't be long until she saw them again.

"Yeah, it's my Uncle John" she said, noticing the colour drain from Damon's face.

"Lets get you home," came his response.

Elena wasted no time grabbing for her bag and hurrying out of the door, not waiting for Damon as he locked up. She was already on the driveway when she wondered if Isobel was still lurking around. Flitting her head from side to side only to be greeted with the dark and sound of crickets, Elena came to the conclusion Isobel had left when she did. Surely she couldn't be that stalker-ish on Damon.

As Damon wandered outside Elena saw him on the phone.

"Sorry again Ric, I completely overslept and fucked up my whole evening," he mumbled while pressing the button to unlock the car. Elena hopped in, remembering how Damon called Mr Saltzman 'Ric' at his classroom door that afternoon. It had to be him. "Yeah tomorrow's good. Meet you in The Grill at around 9. Later."

"Another problem to add to the list" she sighed.

"Thankfully that one has been sorted" he said, reversing out of the driveway, "where d'you live?"

"2104 Maple Street."

"I'll drop you off around the corner," he decided, to which Elena nodded in agreement. The last thing they needed was someone spotting them as he dropped her off outside her house.

Elena felt sick the entire drive home. She had never been in trouble with Aunt Jenna before and she knew she had betrayed her trust. The trust that she needed if she was able to leave the house to see Damon in the future. That privilege was gone and who knows when she would finally earn it back.

Sitting in the car watching the world drive by, Elena wished they could turn back. In those few, amazing hours in Damon's company Elena had felt more happier and more alive than she had done in months. No one had brought that passion for life and to live it as much as Damon did. Not her remaining family, not her friends, not Stefan - it was all Damon. He took her hand that rested next to her thigh. She smiled down at their entwined fingers; a sign that he was there for her. Come what may.

"I'll pull up here," he said once they were closing in on Maple Street.

"I'm so scared, Damon" she shook, feeling all the nerves and fear rise once again as he put the car into park.

He scoped around the vehicle for any spying eyes before closing in on her lips. Elena squeezed her eyes shut and relished in the feeling, never wanting to stop.

"You'll be fine. Just stick to the story you played out and you'll be fine."

She inhaled a deep breath and slowly released it, an act that worked like a charm. Opening her eyes she met those of ocean blue, feeling as though she could swim in those captivating pools forever.

"Message me once everything is okay, you got it?"

"But I don't have your number" Elena said.

"Yeeeah about that... I kinda took it upon myself to add it to your contacts list on the phone you left behind," he replied with a little grin playing on his lips.

"You added it before all of this happened?"

"Mhm," Damon nodded, "what can I say, I like to take risks."

"Clearly" she laughed, feeling quite relieved that she would be able to remain in contact with him outside of school. "I'll message or even call you as soon as I can."

"You better" he replied with a smile, a smile that told her everything would be alright. She quickly gave him one last goodbye kiss before unlocking her seat belt and exiting the car.

"Goodnight Damon."

"Goodnight Elena."

She smiled down at her incredibly handsome lover before closing the car door and swinging her bag over her shoulders. Watching that car drive away without her was so incredibly hard. But Damon had faith her and her story wouldn't play off unless she had faith in herself.

Elena felt blood thunder through her ears as she walked up the path towards her house. Apart from worrying about her cover story, she was beginning to worry about what she looked like. She hadn't checked herself in a mirror or anything, too preoccupied with the matter at hand to think about anything like that. Did she have crazy 'sex hair' going on? Were her clothes presentable? She could even smell Damon on herself. If Aunt Jenna got close enough to yell in her face would she smell the zest of cologne of the opposite sex? Oh God, it was all too much to think about. And Elena was already twisting the knob of her front door.

It was no surprise to find Aunt Jenna sat at the bottom of the stairs with her phone in her hand, looking incredibly pissed off.

Elena chose not to say anything as she quietly closed the door behind her, standing there like a shy little girl.

"So you add insult to injury by hanging up on me"

Elena shrugged, then felt like an insolent teenager for doing so.

"You left me no choice" Jenna added, then blinking over to the living room.

As Elena opened her mouth to speak, Uncle John wandered into the foyer with the air of authority about him that she'd grown to hate with a passion.

"Jesus, anyone would think I was a four year old girl who'd gone wandering off by herself with the fuss you're making over this" Elena snapped.

"Well with the circumstances the family is under at the moment Elena, we're right to be concerned about your welfare" said John.

"Don't do that. Don't pretend like you care" Elena said. She made her move to walk by her Uncle but he blocked her path. Elena had to bite her tongue.

"Of course I care. Jenna called, worried sick because you hadn't turned up to Caroline's. You were missing for hours and all kinds of horrible scenarios were playing through our minds."

"Like me managing to hack into my inheritance account and blowing all the money my parents left for me and Jeremy? Gosh, you must have been beside yourself."

She'd stepped over the mark and she knew she had. But did she care? Nope. Once again she made her move to barge passed her Uncle. He refrained her from doing so, grabbing the bag in her hands and wrestling it out of her grasp.

"Get off, that's my stuff!" she screeched.

He rummaged through her belongings without a care for her privacy. From Trigonometry books to Tampons, he tossed them all to the floor until he found both of her phones and her purse.

"For your irresponsible behaviour, these are confiscated until I say otherwise."

"What! That's not fair... Jenna?"

Elena looked to her Aunt for help but she didn't look her way. She shouldn't have expected any different really. Fair enough if Jenna decided to do this, but her Uncle John? No way. She wasn't backing down without a fight.

As he switched on her phone, Elena's eyes widened with horror, remembering how Damon said he'd added his number to the phone she'd dropped in front of his classroom door a few days ago.

"Give me my phone" she demanded.

"No, not until I say different."

"Well fine, but why do you need to look through it?" she stammered, snatching out to grab it but he moved it higher out of her reach.

"Because I want to see who contacted you last. See if it will shed any light on your whereabouts in the last six hours."

"I went for a walk! All over the place to do some thinking, I haven't joined a religious sect!"

Oh God it's not working, she thought, watching as he flicked through her phone details, I'm sorry, Damon...

Then he flipped it shut and began routing through the one she had used this week. He can't have found anything. If he did, he would be calling the police and all Hell would be breaking loose. Elena remained silent until he'd finished poking around in her private life. Not that there was much to see or find prior to Damon being in it.

"Well I can't see anything to be concerned about here" John mused, blinking up to his niece who glared daggers at him.

"So can I have them back please?"

With a sly wince of his eyes, he dropped them into his suit pocket. Along with her purse.

"You're denied of any privileges this weekend. I'll give them back to you Monday morning."

"But I need my phone" Elena shook, knowing she needed to text Damon. He'd be frantic with worry if she didn't and no doubt be expecting the cops to be knocking on his door all weekend. She needed to put his mind to rest. "I'm sorry I've frightened you all, but you know I like my space. Can't we compromise?"

Elena felt a fleeting hope that John was softening up, but it was wishful thinking through and through.

"Call me if you have any problems, Jenna" said John, making his way to leave.

"Goodnight, John. Thanks."

He nodded his goodbye's and left the Gilbert household. Elena stood feeling so defeated and unsettled. She had no idea how to contact Damon and she knew her ass was grounded for the next millennium. Lord knows what Damon would be going through this weekend. Out of his mind would definitely be one of them. For himself as well as her.

"I saved you dinner if you're interested" came Jenna's voice from the stairs. Elena rolled her eyes and stomped passed her up the stairs to go to her room.

"I am not hungry. Goodnight."

She made sure, in true teenage fashion, to slam her bedroom door until the walls around her shook. Throwing her bag into the corner of her room, Elena flopped down onto her bed, gently curling her fingers around her teddy bear and cradling it to her body as she curled into a foetal position on her sheets. Her mind reeled through the days events; if someone told her when she woke up that Friday morning that she would have the most amazing sex with the man she'd fallen head over heels in love with, who also happened to be her teacher and would almost get caught multiple times only minutes after making love with him... she would never have believed them. A nervous excitement settled in her body and through her tears, she smiled. Through adversity she still couldn't help but feel happy - because Damon would be there on the other side.

As much as the memories of Damon giving her the best night of her life was enough to make her want to fall asleep and dream, she was in for a restless night.

For what if Damon, pacing anxiously around his apartment for her to get in touch, would eventually decide to call her cell phone which was now in the possession of her Uncle John?

So things are still a liiiittle, bit messy for Delena. What's going on with Isobel? What will happen when Elena faces Caroline and Bonnie Monday morning? And now Uncle John is into the picture... ooh, it's not gonna get any easier. Mwhahaha!

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. It was a lot of fun! Please drop your reviews in and another chapter will be on the way shortly. Anna x