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So here we go with Chapter 13. The beginning of my take on what a 'romantic-getaway' should be like in TVD. Which is the complete opposite of the one Stelena had, ha! So considering it's a lil' vacation I hope you'll forgive me for the occasional cheesy moment. It can't be doom and gloom all the time, right?

And lets just say... this is the calm before the storm ;-)

DAMON'S POV

"Okay so you have the keys for everything; cabin, shed, speedboat. If you crash my boat I'd prepare to die a horrible death on your return. And deflower my bed, i'd prepare to at least pay for the dry-cleaning. But I'm sure the guest room will suffice unless you're one of those couples who feel the need to Christen every room in the house on arrival."

Damon smirked and took the keys.

"So basically you want us to sit in our rocking chairs on the porch and admire how lovely the sunset is, Ric?"

"Exactly."

"Well tough shit, "Damon said, patting Alaric on the back, "don't worry, i'll take real good care of her."

"You talking about my boat or your mystery chick?"

"Both" Damon winked, reclining back in his chair with a coffee. Alaric laughed and screwed up a ball of paper, aiming for Damon's head but missing him completely.

"So when do I get to meet her?" Alaric asked.

"Never."

"Wow, she's that ugly?"

"More like the most stunning creature on this earth. But we're old college buddies, if you know what I mean."

Alaric gave him a knowing look and Damon smirked into his cup, incredibly pleased with how well his little story had kept up. It was almost too easy for him to organize a weekend away with Elena. His stomach jumped with excitement.

"Well what if I bring Jessica on the last night? We could make a day of it."

"Um..yeah, I know it's your cabin and everything Ric, but I was kinda hoping for some time alone."

"Fair enough," Alaric replied, holding his hands in the air. "Sounds like you're gonna be at it like rabbits."

"Oh I intend to be naked for the entire weekend," Damon said, the moment Isobel chose to wander into the lounge. Her face was like thunder.

"Nice little weekend trip planned with a girl I take it?" she huffed as she wandered over to the coffee machine. Alaric was trying to hide his laughter as best as he could. Damon tossed a pencil at him to shut him up.

"Just an old friend," Damon replied, looking over his shoulder to smile innocently up at the woman who had turned into a living nightmare.

"I'll bet," she spat as she stormed out of the room, coffee sloshing out of her cup and onto the floor.

"Ohh man, she's pathetic" Alaric said, loud enough for her to hear. It was common knowledge that most people disliked the woman. In particular any half-decent looking male teacher who had suffered under her paranoid, obsessive ways.

"Tell me about it," Damon yawned, gulping down his coffee, knowing he'd need the energy for the long drive ahead tonight to the log cabin that Alaric had kindly rented out to him for the weekend at a cheap price. Damon owed him one.

It may not be the kind of vacation he had in mind; which was on a picturesque island with deserted, white sandy beaches and sex under the midnight stars kind of scenario. But a quiet weekend away beside a lake was more than enough time to get to know each other better. That was all that mattered - as well as going undiscovered of course.

They were traveling just outside of Mystic Falls, any father would waste what little time they had together stuck in a car on the highway. It was a quiet place with a few log cabins surrounding the most gorgeous lake Damon had ever seen. Unless Alaric showed him a bogus photograph that is. Regardless, it could be in a tent beside a ditch for all Damon cared. He just wanted... needed time with Elena.

The bell rang for the final two classes of the day. Damon jumped out of his chair, downing the last few dregs of his coffee before leaving the room with Alaric. Not long now until he would finally be hitting the road.

ELENA'S POV

"So you promise to call me as soon as you arrive at Meredith's?" Aunt Jenna said, for what must have been the tenth time in the last half an hour.

"I promise," Elena assured her, unclipping her seat belt as her Aunt rolled the car to a stand still outside the train station.

"And if I call you I'd like to think you'll answer, or at least call me as soon as you can. You know i'll be-"

"Jenna calm down," Elena giggled, smiling over to her fretting Aunt beside her, "I'll keep in touch all weekend, don't worry."

"I know, I just - that afternoon a few weeks ago really got me worrying..."

As her Aunt recalled the evening where Elena lied about having time to herself when she was actually busy rolling around naked with her teacher in his bed, Elena struggled to keep the smile on her face. It had taken over a month for her Aunt to allow her to 'spend a weekend with her old school friend Meredith' after breaking her trust with the little disappearing act she did. The poor young woman couldn't be more deceived by her usually incredibly honest niece. Elena hated lying to her - but what other choice did she have?

What she doesn't know, can't hurt her, Elena thought.

"There's no need to worry, I'm with Meredith and we'll be too busy catching up in her bedroom to go out and cause trouble," Elena joked, trying to keep as light-hearted and genuine as possible. Though the more she concentrated on it, the more she felt it was coming across as fake.

Her Aunt smiled and pulled her into a warm hug.

"It's taken a long time for you to gain my trust, Elena. Please don't abuse it."

Elena squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to take in her Aunt's words. It was difficult to digest and even more difficult to stutter out her reply.

"I won't" she managed, quickly patting Jenna on the back and moving away from her with a shaky smile.

"Go on, before you miss your train," Jenna said, taking note of the time on the dashboard.

Elena couldn't climb out of the car fast enough, hauling her bag onto her shoulders and slamming the door shut.

"Take care of yourself. Call me as soon as you arrive and give my love to Meredith!"

Elena could only nod and wave in response, knowing she would certainly be heading in the initial direction to where Meredith had moved to years ago - but not by a train, nor to actually visit Meredith whom she hadn't spoken to in weeks. Her belly flip-flopped knowing Damon would be arriving any minute in his Ford Mustang to drive them both to Dunham Lake for a much needed weekend away together. After many nights talking in whispers on the phone to plan their trip and cover stories, Elena could hardly believe they had pulled it off unscathed.

As her Aunt disappeared around the corner and out of sight, Elena received a text message.

'WILL BE THERE IN 5 MINS, BEAUTIFUL. X'

She couldn't contain the goofy, loved-up smile that she had been desperate to release all week. Finally after weeks of intense sneaking around just to have a five minute conversation with him in person, they were finally going to be able to talk - properly talk about each other and their lives; from what their favourite movie is to what their first kisses were like. All of it would finally be revealed and they could start to feel like a normal couple. The image in her head of walking down the quiet lake-side, with the sun setting on it's horizon and sparkles dancing on the water as she strolled hand in hand with Damon was more than enough to stop her feeling guilty about the mountain of lies she had told people just to spend this time with him.

For the one person who brought her back to life after her parents lost theirs - it was worth it.

The all too familiar blue vehicle came into view and Elena almost jumped on the spot with delight. He swooped the vintage automobile around the corner, looking far too sexy for his own good as he pulled up; elbow resting on the open window and his eyes peeking out over a pair of ray-bans.

"Taxi for Gilbert?" he quipped with a half-smirk.

Elena flashed him a cheeky smile as she quickly walked around the car. She threw her bag into the back and slammed the door behind her; now it was just herself, Damon and the open road to look forward to.

"Ready to go?" he asked her. Elena swooned at the look on his perfectly chiseled face; everything about him just brought her to life.

"More than ready" she replied, snatching the ray-bans from his face and wearing them for herself. "Put the pedal to the metal Salvatore."

"Ooh, you wanna watch that feisty attitude Gilbert, or you'll find yourself walking."

"Like you'd abandon poor little me on the side of the road," she cooed...

"Damn. You're lucky you've got me wrapped around your little finger, Missy" he revved up the engine and Elena felt her stomach bubble with excitement. They were off.

Fifteen minutes later when they were out of Mystic Falls territory, Elena finally felt her body relax against the worn leather of the passenger seat. She didn't spot a single familiar face. It felt odd that their whole trip had been so easy to organize; Aunt Jenna knew she was at Meredith's, Bonnie and Caroline were under the impression she was going on a bereavement course for a couple of nights and no one suspected a thing. As she lolled her head back onto the seat, feeling the warm breeze ghost over her face she looked across to Damon. He noticed her in the corner of his eye which prompted his hand to take hers. She smiled down at their locked fingers, and for some reason it told her that they'd made it and any hardships were worth it just to feel this way.

DAMON'S POV

After half an hour on the road and only six songs into Elena's music collection, Damon was ready for slamming his head against the steering wheel.

"So you hate Rihanna, you hate Britney and now you're going to tell me you hate Taylor Swift?"

"Hey, I happen to pride myself on my unflinching ability to listen that Swift Girl," Damon retorted, "do you know how difficult that is?"

Elena giggled uncontrollably in her seat, she even snorted a couple of times, clearly amused at how much her horrid music taste grated on him. And as much as it actually did, it was worth it to see her laugh and joke. He knew it was a rarity for her.

"Maybe you're the one with the bad music taste. You are how old again?"

"Last time I checked I was twenty-eight. Your point being?"

"My point being that you're old and... and weren't The Proclaimers at the height of their career when you were my age or something?"

Damon smirked and shook his head at her terrible joke. But still, she was laughing and he intended to have those endorphins running riot in her body as much as he could for the next two days.

"Oh so you think I'm a Proclaimers fan?"

"I dunno... are you?"

"Oh huge. You want proof?" He raised his eyebrows challengingly and her face suddenly dropped as he snatched her iPod from her fingers. He couldn't help but laugh as he actually found them in her collection under 'Cheese Playlist.' She tried to grabbed it from his vice like grip as the intro to the song began to play. "You asked for it," he said, taping his fingers to the beat on the wheel.

"Noooo, I didn't mean for you to sing it!"

"When I wake up..."

"Damon!"

"yeah I know I'm gonna be..."

"You don't even sound-"

"I'm gonna be the man who wakes up-"

"Scottish!"

"next to youuu..."

She buried her head in her hands, embarrassed at how her insanely hot teacher-boyfriend suddenly looked not so hot. It amused Damon to no end as he pouted sexily, tapped his fingers and gyrated his body in his seat.

"You're so not sexy right now" she shouted over the music which Damon gradually turned up to drown her out.

"C'mon Elena, you know I'm as cool as a cucumber."

She happened to look the moment he chose to do some naff dance move with his right hand over his shoulder. Like shaking invisible maracas and she couldn't hide the fact she clearly wanted to watch and join in.

"AND III WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES!"

He shouted louder and louder and she curled further into her seat, hiding the fact she found it hilarious as opposed to mortifying. Damon beeped the horn as he over-took a car with a less than impressed elderly couple in it.

"Damon, don't! You're so... oh my God."

"BAA-DA-DA-DAAAH!"

He burst out laughing at how horrified she looked.

"You sorry for practically calling me a miserable old bastard now, huh?"

"Yes I am! Now stop singing."

"Apology accepted... now you got any Wham on this thing? I sound like an angel on any George Michael number..."

After suffering under the unbearable singing voices of the Glee Cast, thanks to his little singing stunt, Damon was finally turning off the road and onto the woodland track towards Dunham Lake. He couldn't wait to get out of the car, stretch his legs and finally give Elena the kiss he'd been yearning to plant on her from the moment he saw her waiting for him at the station. Then maybe, unless he was sporting a massive erection that needed immediate attention, then maybe they could check out the lake afterwards.

As he carefully rolled the car through the thickening trees the smell of pine, fresh water and all things rustic hit his senses. Moments later the area opened up to reveal the breath-taking expanse of Dunham Lake.

"Wow," Elena whispered under her breath, her delicate voice causing Damon to shiver.

The sun was setting into a crystal-clear night; a fantastic blur of pinks and purples in the sky reflected onto the still water. It look silent and cold, yet Damon could imagine himself and Elena stripping to their naked bodies, splashing into it and causing some waves between their entwined bodies. He was hard already at the thought.

"This is beautiful" Elena said softly as he pulled up in front of the log cabin that was desperate to be inhabited by them.

Damon looked across to Elena as she gawped at the cabin that now belonged to them for the weekend. The darkening sky made her eyes shine like burning stars. Damon felt his heart swell with how much he felt for this young girl. A happy and sad feeling at the same time. Happy he had found her. Sad at how easily it could be taken away.

"Wanna explore?" he suddenly asked. She nodded like an excitable child that had just arrived at Disney World.

Damon fingered the cabin keys from out of his jeans pocket as he and Elena walked up the creaking, wooden steps to the porch. Within seconds he was opening the door and had switched on the lights.

It was the quint-essential log cabin; old wooden beams across the ceiling, large fire place, a million patterned rugs scattered all over the floor and a jumble of rustic orientated ornaments hung on the wall. Yes, including a deer's head. The downstairs area was open-planned, the kitchen with a gorgeous, old-fashioned stove just waiting to be fired up. Damon couldn't wait to start cooking for Elena while she lounged on the incredibly, comfortable looking couch across from the fire. A perfect image.

"So do you think you'll-"

Damon was cut short by Elena's lips landing on his, almost losing his balance as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He instantly deepened their kiss, raking his hands through her tumbles of dark hair and guiding her backwards until the backs of her knees bumped against the couch and she fell back onto the mounds of cushions.

As her fingers tugged at the white t-shirt that hugged his body, clearly wanting it off, Damon reminded himself how this weekend was just as much about getting to know each other as well as having as much loud, intense and orgasm-induced sex as possible. But hey, this was one way to start their weekend off with a bang. Pun completely intended.

The t-shirt was off and Damon was sick and tired of staring at the baby-pink top that covered her amazing breasts.

"Off," he hissed against her mouth, pulling the pesky material up her stomach until she pushed him off her to remove it herself.

He was about to resume taking control. He had taken the lead each time before, understanding in a respectful, non-patronizing way that she was inexperienced in doing so herself. However he was taken by surprise when her hands pushed against the taut muscles of his chest, continuing to move him backwards until he was laid underneath her. A rush of blood tidal waved to his cock at how sexy she looked when she took control.

Before he could get a word in she was attacking his lips mercilessly, clawing her finger tips down his bare chest until they were tugging at his belt. Whenever a woman had taken control with him in the past, he always had some sort of control over his body. Yet here under Elena's rules, he found himself groaning and even whimpering with pleasure as her tiny hand wrapped around his member with a firm grip.

"Shit," he groaned heavily as her hand pumped his dick harder and faster. Where had this Elena Gilbert come from! It was so good he knew he couldn't hold off blowing his load into her palm unless she stopped. Which she did. Like she had read his mind.

Unable to fully give in to submission, Damon couldn't help being the selfish bastard he knew he was at times and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her into an intense kiss and grinding his painfully hard member against her lacy underwear. She hummed against his lips, enjoying the friction as much as he did.

As Damon attempted to manoeuvre her so she was underneath his body, he could not have been less prepared for her next move. Clearly offended by his attempts to take control when she had already made it clear she was in charge, Elena roughly shoved him back down and pinned his arms over the arm of the couch, kissing him fiercely until she bit down. Hard. Causing Damon to gasp at the pain, but also undeniable pleasure that coursed through his veins.

"It's my turn to be in charge," she whispered, her mouth moving against his swollen bottom lip as she spoke.

"As you wish," he replied.

She smiled down at him innocently, contradicting the wild cat that was straddling his body a few seconds ago. The Angel quickly transformed into the Devil again as she proceeded to tear away the jeans and boxers from his body. Damon felt like the sacrificial lamb and was loving every submissive second as she stood above his naked body, removing her own clothing until she was as bare as himself.

"Don't keep me waiting," he found himself saying. His hands still gripped the arm of the couch where Elena had put them, when all he wanted to do was cup those beautiful, round breasts that paraded in front of him.

She crawled back on top of his body, very slowly, like she hadn't heard a single word he'd said. It was driving him crazy. But if she wanted him as her puppet, he was more than happy to comply with whatever strings she decided to pull.

Her pebbled nipples brushed against his chest, followed by her breasts pressing down against his cool skin. The feeling was incredible, every sense in his body heightened and the moment he tried to move his hands to explore her glorious body she stopped him. Those entrancing doe eyes bore down into his and he felt helpless under her touch.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

A clever smile crept onto her lips as she stroked herself along the length of his shaft.

"I think so," she sniggered.

Suddenly Damon was beginning to see a lot of himself in her actions. A taste of his own medicine. And it was a good one if he could say so himself.

"Mmm, just you wait until it's my turn to- Oh Holy Fuck!"

She slowly impaled herself on his cock, tilting her head back with pleasure as she began to bounce at an unbearably slow, yet deliciously amazing pace. Damon watched, fascinated and completely awe-struck at the gorgeous girl that used his body for her own pleasure. He was hers for the taking. Damon gripped the couch arm harder, desperate to move his right hand between her legs and circle her clit with his thumb while she continued to fuck him. But he was well aware he was under strict orders and kept his hands in place.

The moment the tell-tale build up began to rush through his loins Elena slowed down her movements. Damon cursed under his breath as she made herself comfortable on his length until he was complete buried inside her tight sheath. Then she rolled back and forth, her face contorted with pleasure and hands gripping the top of his thighs behind her. Damon couldn't lay idly by any longer.

"Mmm, Damon..." she purred.

Clearly lost in her own world, Damon took advantage of her terrible management duties and went against her orders, removing his hands from the arm rest and grabbing her hips, forcibly rocking her back and forth harder and faster, making sure her sensitive nub brushed against his pubic bone for added friction. She was now screaming, her hands in her hair as she allowed him to take over underneath her.

"Oh sssshit," Damon hissed, feeling him getting closer and closer.

"Damon I'm... I'm clo-oh!"

"That's it, 'Lena" he moaned, watching her begin to shudder as he grounded her harder against him. The sweat slick between their humming bodies. "Come for me."

She clamped down on his cock, almost sending himself over the edge with her but he made sure to hold off - he was more than aware they had forgotten to use protection.

"Damon!" she screamed, so loudly he feared she'd woken the entire population of the woodlands animals. As her intense orgasm continued to crash over her, Damon couldn't hold it off a second longer.

"Ohhi'mgonnacome,"

He quickly slipped out of her dripping core to jack himself off into his hand. Just in time. It was hardly ideal and certainly not preferred. He wanted bury himself deep to the hilt until she milked him dry. But that was one risk he was not willing to take.

As Elena rested and cooled against his body, Damon discreetly grabbed for the box of tissues he'd spotted on the table behind him at the side of the couch.

"That was amazing," she whispered, nestling herself against his body.

"You were amazing," Damon said, regaining his breath as his mind already replayed the images of her fucking him hard. He could quite easily give himself a few more minutes and go for round two. But he decided against it. Now it was time to get to know each other. Sex again later. Yeah, that sounded really good.

She shakily rested on her elbow to look into his eyes. Damon stroked a hand through her damp hair, loving the way she stared up at him like... well... like she could actually love him.

"Shall we get to know each other a little bit now?" she asked. Damon chuckled pulling her in for a soft, warm kiss.

"Yeah, if we must."

Her hand playfully batted him on the chest as she crawled away from the side of his body to stand up. Damon missed her warmth instantly.

"I'm gonna call my Aunt."

"Good thinking," Damon said, pleased she'd reminded herself because he'd completely forgotten. "I'll go get our stuff."

He jumped off the couch and sauntered over to the door that was still open from their impulsive need to have sex on the couch. From behind him he heard her gasp.

"Put some clothes on if you're going outside!" she shrieked.

Damon smirked over his shoulder,

"Why? Worried a bunch of Squirrel chicks are gonna ogle my nuts?"

"Oh har har," she sneered as she picked up her lacy underwear.

"Well I dunno about you, Miss Gilbert. But I think it would be pretty pointless to be wearing clothes at all this weekend. They'd just get in the way."

Before she could gasp and express her horror at his crude little ways, Damon in all his glory escaped to the car to collect their bags.

As he opened the door to his car he sneaked a peak back into the cabin. Elena was busy chatting on the phone, still completely naked with her underwear all but forgotten about on the wooden floorboards.

Damon smirked. This was going to be one Hell of a weekend.

And so begins their little vacation - what do you think!

I'll break the news to you all gently that I probably won't be able to post any new chapters for the next 3/4 weeks. I'm beginning a new publishing internship in London and will be without my computer during that time. However I'm desperate to get the next chapter out there before I go - it's gonna be a long one, with one heck of a cliffhanger to keep you on your toes until I can come back with Chapter 15. So if in the next day or so I get plenty of reviews, I'll have Chapter 14 up for you as soon as possible.

So please - get your reviews in. I love to read them :-)

Anna x