Hello there everyone,

Once again, thank you so much for all your brilliant reviews. I honestly didn't think I would receive so many for this story - I'm soooo happy!

So yeah, I'm a complete bitch for having John, Isobel.. pretty much everyone stop at nothing to wreck precious Delena time... and it's only gonna get worse *insert Sideshow Bob laughter here* ... But yes, much more drama to come.

Got a sneaky feeling you'll like this chapter. Or I hope so - smut attempt number 2 ;-) Enjoy!

Damon's POV

Damon checked his phone - nothing.

He took a long, heavy gulp of his beer and set the glass down on the table.

Checked his phone - nothing.

A quick glance around at the bustling crowds in The Grill.

Checked his phone - nothing.

Pretended to be interested in what Alaric was saying for a good ten seconds.

Checked his phone - nothing.

"Dude, is everything okay? You seem a little... well, on edge."

Damon abruptly shoved his cell phone into his jacket, looking to Alaric whose eyebrows were knotted together.

"Yeah, I was just waiting for a call. Nothing special."

"Well considering you've been checking your phone every five to six seconds, i'd say otherwise" joked Alaric, then finishing off his beer. "Same again?"

"Sure, man" Damon nodded, staring hard at the table, unable to take his mind of the fact Elena was suppose to call him twenty-four hours ago now. Alaric shook his head, clearly thinking it was a waste of an outing. Damon had barely said a word.

As Alaric turned and headed for the busy bar, Damon took his phone out once again. No new messages. No missed calls.

"What the fuck, Elena" he growled, locking his key-pad and dropping his phone onto the table.

He raked his hands through his thick, black hair. Pulling on it until it hurt, as though it would pull out the horrible thoughts that resided permanently in his head. She was supposed to call to let him know she was alright, that they were safe, that she was safe but he hadn't heard a peep from her. Surely she can't have forgotten. Elena Gilbert wasn't that careless. What if everything escalated once she was home with her Aunt? Or even worse, with her Uncle John? He called her just before Damon left his apartment to take Elena home. What if he quizzed Elena until she gave in and the police in their forces were about to charge through the door to arrest him? An icy shiver engulfed Damon's body and he checked his phone again - nothing.

Maybe it was time for him to call her.

A budweiser slid in front of Damon's vision and Alaric slouched back into his seat.

"Cheers," said Damon, giving a quick toast to nothing and proceeding to chug the entire bottle.

Alaric from across the table watched as he drank. Damon could feel him staring as he slammed the glass onto the wooden table top. Now empty.

"Another?" Damon asked.

"Dude, you sure everything's alright?"

"Never better, Ric" replied Damon with a slightly drunken smile as he pushed himself out of his chair. "Back in a jiff."

Damon left before Alaric could say anything. He didn't realize how drunk he was until stood up and then it hit him. Drinking occupied him for those few seconds each time he'd checked his phone since they'd been in The Grill. Which was a good couple of hours by now. Now it had hit the twenty-four hour mark since Elena was supposed to get in touch, Damon felt it was a cause for celebration to get completely hammered.

"Bourbon. Neat" he ordered as he approached the bar. The young girl on the other side gave him a filthy look for his lack of manners. She soon scurried off to comply with his demands as soon as he switched on the stony glare that never failed to get him what he wanted.

While waiting, Damon checked his phone - nothing.

"Anything else?" she huffed.

"Yeah, a couple of buds" he said, not bothering to look as he stared at his phone. He rolled his thumb over the screen until it landed on 'Elena Gilbert'.

"That everything?"

"Yep." Damon handed over the money, telling her to keep the change as he downed the warm, smooth bourbon that coated his throat perfectly.

He pressed call.

It dialed out... it dialed out again... and again... until it went straight to voicemail.

He attempted calling once, twice, three more times until he gave up. She wasn't answering and he felt like throwing his phone against a brick wall.

From across The Grill he saw Alaric slumped in his seat, looking pretty bored and forgotten about. Damon actually felt a little guilty. He was being shitty company for a saturday night, especially since he'd forgotten about meeting up with Alaric yesterday due to his... unexpected engagement with Elena. Knowing he had no other option, Damon sent a quick message to Elena's phone and made his way back to Alaric. Hoping to salvage something out of what was a really anxious and tense weekend.

Monday morning. 08:45am. Elena would be walking into his classroom any time now. Damon felt physically sick.

He watched his hands visibly shake before him as he opened up his lesson plans, hoping to gain some focus on what he needed to recap and discuss with the class. He was in no mood to be delving into the likes of Shakespeare today. And noticing he had T.S. Eliot's 'The Wasteland' on his agenda for his next class, Damon just wanted to fuck it all off and find a dark secluded bar somewhere to get pissed.

Tapping his pen on his paper, Damon had to laugh at how he envisioned this morning to be after making love with Elena on friday. He expected to be feeling on top of the world, elated despite being nervous and hoping to exchange their knowing smiles during the lesson. Yet he had no idea what to expect until she walked into that class room. He certainly hoped there was a good reason for her lack of response to him over the weekend. Because all it would have taken to make him feel less suicidal was 'everything's fine' in a text message. Because jumping off a bridge right now sounded right up his street.

"Morning Mr Salvatore!" sing-songed Amber as she practically skipped into the classroom. Her happiness and joy pissed Damon off.

"Morning Amber" he replied in a tone that was completely contradictory to her own.

The anxiety in his chest actually began to hurt more and more, as student after student walked into the room. When Caroline came through having somewhat of a tiff with Matt, Damon braced himself for Elena to walk in any second now.

Just breathe... Breathe.

And there she was. As radiant as ever.

Damon searched her face for any sign of comfort and ease for him. She looked to him with an apologetic smile and for a second it almost looked like she was about to walk right over to his desk to talk to him. However she carried on towards her own, following Bonnie with her head hanging low.

She definitely looked sorry about something. But what exactly was it?

As much as he wanted to march over and discuss everything, he had a classroom full of students to teach. He would simply have to keep guessing.

"Good Morning class," he announced, standing from his chair to address his sixteen-year olds properly. They yawned their responses. "I trust you all had a better weekend than I did."

He momentarily looked at Elena, who looked incredibly hurt for the second he saw her face until she stared down at her desk.

"Alright as usual I'm gonna go through the register and ask for your essays, then we'll begin-"

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

Damon looked over his left shoulder to his closed door. He felt his stomach drop to the aging laminate flooring beneath his feet. Without stalling to give himself time to think of a horrible scenario, like an army of police knocking as his classroom door, Damon quickly marched over and opened it.

It was John Gilbert. Just as bad.

"Can I help you, Mr Gilbert?" he asked, trying to remain nonchalant even though his nerves were raging.

"I'm wondering if I could steal Elena for a moment please," he stated.

Damon looked over his shoulder to her, she'd perked up at the sound of her name.

"Well I'm just about to begin my lesson. Can this not wait?" Damon asked.

"I'm afraid it can't."

Damon tried to fathom something, anything from John's body language but he was coming out empty. Same blank expression, monotone voice and poker-shoved-up-his-arse posture. Damon swallowed the thick, tasteless lump in his throat as he opened his door wider for John to address his niece personally.

Damon watched her every move as she scraped back her seat, smoothing her hands down her jean-clad thighs as she stood up to walk over to them. She gave a sideways glance to him before exiting the classroom with her Uncle.

Damon didn't know how much more he could take of this guessing-game.

ELENA'S POV

When would the torture ever end?

Elena followed her Uncle into the faculty lounge. The home of multiple, nasty arguments between them since they had started the school year a few weeks ago. Elena hoped he would just hand over her phone back and all would be done with. But why would he need to lead her out of class? This caused tidal wave of panic to crash into Elena's body and she had to sit herself down on the nearest chair - what if Damon had called her and this is why she was here? If so, this would surely be a strong interrogation about it. She'd never be able to lie her way through.

She secretly crossed her fingers. She didn't want her relationship with Damon to be over before they had even started.

John paced back and forth, hands clasped together behind his back, milking his authority. Elena sighed and tired to act as normal as possible.

"Whatever this is can we hurry it up? I'm missing class"

"This will take as long as it takes," he said. Elena gritted her teeth.

Argh, why must you be SO infuriating!

"So what is it then?" she snapped, sick and tired of this being drawn out for longer than necessary.

"Firstly, I want you to promise me you will never disappear like that again. It doesn't do anybody any good-"

"I know, I know! It was bad of me, but I wasn't thinking at the time. I just needed to clear my head."

"Oh is that what it was" John suddenly said, making Elena feel nervous.

"Well.. yeah..." she said, too scared to elaborate in case he caught her out in some way. She still didn't know whether he'd actually sussed out her relationship with Damon.

"Then why do you repeatedly continue to be sketchy of your whereabouts?"

"I... I'm not being sketchy, I told you I went everywhere. Do you think I was somewhere I shouldn't be or something?"

Elena kicked herself mentally for adding that question. Talk about digging her own grave.

"Well the fact you haven't stated exact locations is causing us to wonder" said John while folding his arms.

"I was at the grave, then I went to the waterfall, then the quarry... It was as I said, a long walk to clear my head."

A long, unbearable silence blanketed between them and Elena felt like she was going to self-combust with anxiety. Then her Uncle let out a long sigh before shifting her cell phone from out of his pocket.

"Then you may have this back."

Elena stared down at her phone like it was a block of gold. It felt surreal. She expected this moment to be excruciating and a massive test of her character, yet it was done and dusted so easily. She yanked it out of his possession, along with her purse that quickly followed it.

"Can I go back to class?" she hurried, barely able to keep in her seat.

He nodded and looked as though he were disappointed their meeting hadn't erupted into a massive argument of sorts. It was all very straight-forward. Elena practically flew out of her chair and hurried back to classroom E6. As big as the smile on her face was, she toned it down as she entered the classroom.

Several heads turned to look at her as she stepped inside. She looked over to her teacher, standing in front of the class, staring at her with a look of wonder.

Then he noticed her phone in her left hand.

"Is everything alright Miss Gilbert?"

She stared into those worried, baby-blue eyes for what felt like an age. To everyone else it was oblivious, but she could see through his facade how terrified he actually was; the way his eyes narrowed at her and the way his jaw was clenched tight. Elena ached to run over and wrap her arms around him to show him everything was okay. For now, she opted for what she could get away with.

With a tiny smile she said,

"Everything is fine, Mr Salvatore."

A smile crept onto his lips for a fraction of a second before it disappeared.

"Then you may take your seat, Elena."

Elena smiled and quickly weaved through the rows of desks, feeling an invisible weight uplift from her shoulders as the whole atmosphere suddenly seemed to change for the better. So much better in fact. It was as she felt on Friday.

Friday. Her stomach ignited with fire as her dark eyes looked over to the shelves where she and Damon had almost kissed. The near touch they experienced was like charges of electricity between them. Unlike anything she'd ever felt before. A delicious shudder of desire embraced her body as she tried to disguise the smirk she desperately wanted to indulge herself in.

Her eyes looked over to Damon - he was thinking the same thing. She knew it and she smirked.

His icy, blue eyes were undressing her as he openly discussed the play with the entire class. It was insanely hot. They were having intense eye-sex with one another and no one else had the slightest clue! Elena daydreamed about their heated make-out session against the door only feet away from them, quickly followed by graphic memories of Damon stripping down to his naked body above her in his bedroom. The sweet spot between her legs began to throb persistently as she remembered how it felt as he moved inside her. This is how she should have been thinking and feeling all weekend. Not worrying about being discovered because of her idiot Uncle taking her phone. This thought, of which, prompted her to take a quick look at it.

With discretion, Elena gently slipped it out of her jean pocket and brought the device to life.

Four missed calls and one new message... from Bonnie Bennett, New Number.

WHY HAVEN'T YOU GOT IN TOUCH? YOU SAID YOU WOULD, REMEMBER? X

Elena looked up to find Damon had spotted her looking at her phone. He'd put himself under an alias. Elena could stand up and do her 'happy dance' right there and then. She quickly punched in;

I'M SO SORRY. GET ME TO STAY AFTER CLASS, I'LL EXPLAIN. X

The lesson carried on as what Elena considered to be the new norm: ogling her gorgeous teacher and barely concentrating on the play she was suppose to be studying. When the bell sounded through her ears, she couldn't wait just to have five minutes alone with him.

"Uh Miss Gilbert, could you stay behind for a minute to hand in your essay please?"

"We'll save you a seat. Think you can manage not to disappear in that time?" said Bonnie.

Elena rolled her eyes, knowing she'd be having this sarcastic tone from Bonnie for a while.

"Just go. I'll see you soon," Elena said, smiling at her friend as she left.

Elena made sure to take her sweet, sweet time to find her essay while everyone else left the class room. She wanted to be completely alone with him. Just for a minute and it would be worth it. Her stomach flipped as they both just stared at each other with a hungry gaze from across the now empty room. When the door slammed shut, Elena wasted no time in dashing between the desks and jumping into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" she whispered, squeezing his body as hard as she could, loving the way he responded with as much force. "My Uncle was at home where I got there, he took my phone!"

"Shush, it's alright" he said, quickly pulling her away. Just because the door was shut, didn't mean anyone couldn't just burst in at any time. "It's just a good job I didn't save it under my name."

"We would have been busted if you did," Elena said, feeling more than certain of that. " I've been going out of my mind about it," she added, gazing up into his eyes, wishing she could embrace him again. The need to be touching was so intense. He actually reached out to touch her hair in the comforting manner that she'd already grown to love. He dropped it to his side, and Elena felt lonely being just mere inches in front of him. She needed him. All of him again and she didn't know how much longer she could wait.

"Are you busy after school?" he asked.

"No. But I have my orders to be home on time. I completely broke my Aunt's trust," Elena admitted. Feeling like such a little girl for not having the independence that Damon was more than likely used to having in relationships.

"I can imagine. We both fucked up royally huh?" he smirked, causing Elena to melt a little inside.

"We really did. I just wish I could see you somehow," she said, her voice trailing into a whisper.

"Is that your essay in your hand?" he asked.

It kinda hurt that he didn't say something similar back. It would have made her feel a little better. She nodded and handed it over to him. He took it, and tossed it onto his desk like it didn't mean anything to him.

"Matt actually handed in an essay this week. I have no one for detention this afternoon... lets pretend you completely forgot about yours, hm?"

The way he spoke just oozed sex. Elena could barely stand straight as she nodded dumbly.

With a lop-sided grin, he quickly checked his rolex, "you better get to class."

"Uh, yeah" Elena mumbled, struggling to think straight, "so detention tonight?"

"Yeeep," he said playfully, leaning against his desk, the action causing his muscles to strain underneath his dark, blue shirt.

"Lets hope I don't forget then" she replied flirtatiously as she walked out of the classroom. Feeling one hundred percent better than she did when she first walked in there that morning.

"Hey Aunt Jenna, I'm gonna be a little late getting home... I know you want me back straight-away but I... Jenna, I promise to be back by dinner. I forgot to hand in an essay and I just need to... okay, thanks, see you later!"

Elena felt like she was actually getting the hang on this whole lying thing as she practically skipped towards her english class. She didn't feel on edge about seeing Damon. It wasn't an impromptu visit with loose ends this time. Everyone knew where she was and Damon would never have suggested it if there was any chance of being caught. They were safe. They had to be.

Elena almost threw the door off its hinges as she entered the block. Excitement rippled through her veins as she hurried down the lonely hallways and passed the empty classrooms. Even the light in her Uncle Johns class was out and the faculty lounge was blackened out and locked. It seemed as though they were alone in the whole building.

She didn't bother knocking and walked right on in to find her lover sat at his desk, busy writing away. She made sure to notice the blinds at the windows were closed. Her body felt heavy with anticipation.

As she began to close the door she heard a slight jingling sound. Her eyes landed on the keys hanging in the door, waiting for her. She made sure to lock it.

He still hadn't looked up as she made her way over, sliding the bag off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor as she sat at the desk directly opposite of his.

"So what's that you're marking? Must be interesting if you haven't even bothered to look at me yet," she said, swinging her legs and leaning forward.

She could see him smirk and he looked up with those azure eyes that were glazed with lust.

"It's your essay," he grinned, handing it over to her.

Elena looked down to find his impeccably neat handwriting at the bottom.

Excellent essay, Elena. A+

"Ooh so do I get a present for writing such a brilliant essay?" she said, feeling a surge of confidence overtake her body as she jumped to her feet to circle around Damon's desk until she was stood before him.

"Mmm,what kind of present would you like?" he drawled, reaching out to palm her hips and guide her on top of his lap. Elena gasped at the sudden closeness, falling into those toxic blue eyes that stared back at her so... sinfully.

"I would like you," she whispered, curling her fingers around his midnight blue tie, pulling on it until his lips gradually landed on hers.

As soon as she felt his delicious tongue slide into her mouth, all was right in the world as she melted under his touch.

The girl wasted no time in escalating their heated administrations. She hazardously removed his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. She felt his strong hands grab her hips and he lifted her from his lap. Her world was a blur until she felt her back land on his desk, causing pens and paper to scatter to the floor around them as she felt his hard body lean on top of hers.

"Damon," she breathed, fluttering her eyes closed as she felt his tongue glide down her neck to the contours of her chest. She was lost to everything but the way his body felt on hers. His hands pushed up her t-shirt and bra so his mouth could latch onto her pert, right nipple. It felt incredible and she gasped aloud. His lips quickly met with hers again to quieten her.

"Shush" he breathed, his lips hot and wet against her own, "we have to keep a little quiet, baby."

"Sorry, I'll keep quiet" she said in between kissing him hungrily, even going as far as to arch her hips against his.

"You sure you can keep quiet?" he asked while unbuttoning her jeans.

"I'm sure," she whispered as he glided the material down her legs, pulling off her shoes with them.

"I hope so," he smirked, suddenly dropping to his knees and dragging her body so she was at the very edge of the desk.

"Damon, what are you-" As she leaned on her elbows to look down at him she felt him pepper kisses along her toned stomach. "Mmm..."

Her head fell back, enjoying Damon's warm, soft kisses on her flesh. Her toes curled as his tongue dipped into her navel. It was like he pressed a button there, as a jolt of fire raged to her already heated core. It amazed her how the simplest touch that Damon Salvatore treated to her body made her come undone in an instant.

And then she felt his fingers wrap around the thin waistband of her underwear to gently pull them down her legs. She look down to her lovers face so close between her legs and she blushed, not realizing how close he actually was.

As if he could sense her sudden bashfulness, she felt his body glide back over hers and his hands gently move her own that had partially covered her face. She met those eyes once again, looking down at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

"Don't ever feel embarrassed in front of me, Elena," he told her. She leaned into the hand that caressed her face. "You're beautiful."

He kissed her once more before resuming his position between her legs, hooking them over his shoulders for support. All the embarrassment of what she was thinking before were now but a distant memory.

She breathed out with pleasure as she felt his soft kisses dance across the inside of her right thigh. He continued to lavish attention there and she soon felt content and hazy... until the tip of his tongue swirled over her clit.

"Damon!" she gasped, almost flying off the desk until his left hand splayed over her tiny stomach to hold her down while she felt him get to work with his amazing tongue. God, it wasn't like anything she'd ever felt. It was another first for her and with each swirl and flicker Damon treated to her sensitive nub she realized it was fast becoming one of her favourite activities.

Then as he slipped a finger into her waiting heat - she was lost.

"Ohh!" she cried, digging her heels into his back and grabbing the ends of the desk with her fingers. He continued to tunnel his finger deep inside her, adding a second while his tongue teased and nibbled her clit to the point where she her body began to shake with an on coming orgasm. "Damon, I.. I'm gonna..."

Suddenly he removed himself from her completely, Elena was about to protest until she saw he was sliding down his boxers with one hand and massaging his rock-hard length with the other. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen as he leaned over her body, stroking the tip of his cock over her throbbing nub between her legs until she was shaking with need.

She stroked her palms over the plains of his chest, feeling his hands below quickly present a condom from what seemed like thin air. The anticipation was killing her and the need for him fuck her senseless was overpowering.

"Enjoying your reward so far?" he whispered hotly against her ear.

She giggled and was about to reply at the exact the moment he chose to thrust hard inside her.

"Yes!" she moaned, answering his question as she gripped onto his back, wrapping her quivering legs around his hips as he rolled them against her over and over again.

"Fuck , Elena' he growled, his voice like music to her ears as he pumped into her harder. It took her everything not to scream the walls down.

"Damon, Damon... oh-Damon!" she chanted, trying her best to maintain the intense eye contact but the pleasure was fast becoming too much. As she was about to cry out, his hand clamped firmly over her mouth so her head was pressed against the table. His forceful actions turned her on all the more as he sent her over the edge into an explosive orgasm, allowing her screams of pleasure to be muffled by his palm.

As she hit the pinacle of her orgasm, she felt Damon thrust hard once, twice until he let out a restrained groan of intense pleasure as he came right along with her.

Elena fluttered open her weary eyes to watch him. God, it was a sight. A sheen of sweat coated his body; emphasizing the toned muscles of his stomach as he slowly breathed in and out. His hair was a wild, unruly mess after her fingers raked and pulled through it with almost each and every thrust. The muscles of his neck contorted beautifully as he threw his head back, slowly sliding in and out of her wet, sensitive opening until he was finally spent. He looked so incredible, and Elena actually felt like she wanted to cry.

He finally found the strength to open his eyes that met with hers instantly. They never ceased to amaze her of how blue they actually were. She reached her hands out to his face, wanting him near her. He lazily kissed the inside of her palm and blanketed his cool, damp body on hers. Her skin tingled as his fingers curled her hair behind her ears, looking down at her with something between a smile and a smirk.

"What are you looking so pleased about?" she asked, thoroughly enjoying their closeness, despite the fact her back was being to ache badly on the hard surface of his desk.

"I just like the fact you're a bit of a screamer."

Elena gasped and playfully slapped him on the shoulder as best as she could.

"I am not!"

"Honey, if you'd have screamed any louder you would've perforated my ear drums" he teased.

"I... I wasn't that loud was I?"

"You weren't far off... I'll have to shut you up like I did more often. You seemed to enjoy that."

Elena laughed and shook her head. He could read her like an open book.

"Cocky, much?"

"Very, much" he said with a seductive grin and the ever present 'eye-thing.' Elena wondered if she'd ever get used to how ridiculously sexy he was.

With reluctance, she watched as he slowly withdrew himself with a slight groan. Even that got the fire in her belly to ignite once again. She had turned from celibate, sad girl to sex goddess in a matter of days... and she loved it.

"Perhaps I should forget my essay every week?" Elena suggested as they both began to get dressed.

"I would agree, if that didn't ring alarm bells for people," he answered. Elena looked to him a little confused. "I mean, you're hardly the type of student to forget an essay to your favourite subject every week now are you?"

"S'pose that's true," Elena sighed, understanding where he was coming from as she laced up her converse. "I just wish we could have some regularity. Or just... I dunno, proper time together?"

"I know exactly what you mean," Damon said, strolling over to where she was sat on the desk and curling his fingers through her hair. She pouted a little, wishing he had the answer...

And then he surprised her with one.

"which is why we need a little vacation."

And so we end on a happy note for a change!

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Thank you!

Anna x