AN: Here I am folks, with another chapter. Before you get to read this one, I want to thank you all again for being supportive with this story. I can't say I'm not a bit frustrated because I wish all of the followers who read it would drop me a review, even a short one so I know what they think about it, because I am, but I will keep my pants on and hope you're all going to tell me what do you think from now on.

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So I put my faith in something unknown

I'm living on such sweet nothing

But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold

Elena opened her eyes and saw the white, creepy hospital room. The sun couldn't even penetrate through the windows, as if it knew that wasn't a pleasant place. She let out a muffled groan and looked over to the man besides her. He looked so peaceful in his sleep and she couldn't even see the trace of the man who's life had been ruined by his malicious dad.

She wished she could always see him like that; not vulnerable, but sensitive and caring. Elena looked at him for a few more minutes and then sat up. She sat on the edge of the bed and carefully pulled out her IV, not waiting for a nurse to come take it off. She couldn't stand to be in hospitals, especially with a medical problem. Not since the day of the accident.

The doctors told her it had been a miracle she survived. And just like that, instead of thanking the gods for keeping her alive, she tried everything in her power to destroy herself, to end the misery. It looked like someone didn't want her dead, because here she was, alive and breathing. She looked through the room and spotted in a corner on the table her clothes from yesterday morning; she could not go home like that, in her shorts and the blood stained top. What was she going to do now?

The fact that she couldn't stand up and walk enraged her to no limits. Now she had to wake up Damon and ask him to bring her some clothes. She hated this. If this was going to be her life for the next few weeks, well...fuck it! She couldn't bring herself to wake him up, not when he looked so calm.

"Damon." She whispered close to his ear and ran her finger along his jaw, feeling him stiffen.

His eyes opened slowly and her gaze rested on him, feeling her insides clenching with desire as his blue oceans pierced right through her. She had to put all her willpower to not jump him right there, right then. Not that she could literally jump him in her current state, because of her dysfunctional leg. She inwardly cursed herself as she looked at him and felt her tummy filling with something that made her want to be with him all the time.

"Good morning," he finally said and that distracted her for a while from those dirty thoughts.

"Hi." She answered and automatically a big grin spread across her face. The earlier fantasies came rushing back to her as his hands curled around her waist and carefully pulled her body against his. She let out a whispered moan as she felt his hard length pushing through the thin material of her hospital gown. How she wished her legs would help her right now so she could tangle them around him and close the distance between their bodies, so they could melt together like they did the other night.

"That's a nice greeting you're giving me." Elena smirked playfully and brushed her lips against him, but he pulled away. She frowned and thought that after the other night, he didn't want her anymore. That was it, he had slept with her, he didn't like what he saw and he didn't want her anymore. She held back the tears that were threatening to appear in her eyes and turned her back to him, not wanting him to see that she wasn't okay.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Damon asked as he pulled her chin to make her face him. "You feel fine, right?"

"I'm fine. I want to go home." She snapped and this time a few tears streamed down her face, making him look at her with his mouth open, like he couldn't believe what he saw.

"Elena, why are you crying?"

"I'm fine."

"Look at me!" He requested and when she didn't allow him to see her face, he sat in front of her and this time she couldn't hide. "What's wrong?"

"You don't want me anymore. You've slept with me, got your wish and now you don't want anything to do with me anymore." She cried out and he smiled. Elena frowned, being impossible for her to believe that he was laughing at her.

"Is that what you think?" He wondered and she nodded slightly.

"You didn't kiss me back." She looked down, not capable of looking into his eyes. Damon started to laugh and this was the last thing she allowed him to do, before snapping.

"What's so funny?"

He didn't wait long to look at her until he cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers in a passionate and heated kiss. His tongue slid inside her mouth and stroked hers, making her moan, in spite of her earlier cries. Elena pushed him on the bed and she worked her hands on his chest, pushing his sweater up and over his head. She took her time to stroke his pecs and to run her tongue along his jawline, earning a growl from him in return. Damon ran his hands through her long locks and brought her face closer to him.

"Do you see how much I want you?" He asked, torturing her by pushing his erection against her belly.

"Mhm," she mumbled, not being able to say anything else. The tears that stained her cheeks a few minutes earlier were no longer there and she could only thank the gods because he still wanted her as much as she wanted him.

"Ah-em." Their make out session which almost turned into more was interrupted by the nurse who was making her rounds. "Good morning, Mrs...Salvatore. I don't recall agreeing to let your husband spend the night here."

"Oh, no, he's not-" Elena started but she left her sentence unfinished as Damon ran his hand on her thigh underneath the thin sheet, making her push her good leg into his hips.

"You understand I couldn't let my wife spend the night alone in this hospital. Are the discharge papers ready?" Damon asked and Elena wondered why the nurse called her Mrs. Salvatore. Why would she think she's Damon's wife? Well, probably because she just found them having a hot make out session but why the name? She marked it in her head to ask him later.

"That's what I came to tell you. You have to go to the reception and sign them while I take off her IV." The nurse said and Elena grinned as she pushed her hand in front of her eyes to show her that she was IV-free. "But I can see she did it herself. Mrs. Salvatore, you shouldn't have done that. You could've ruptured a vein, did you know that?"

Elena smiled awkwardly as she heard the nurse admonishing her. "My aunt's a nurse so I've seen her do it several times. I was very careful, I promise."

"Just go and sign the discharge paper for your wife, Mr. Salvatore. I'll fetch a robe for your wife. I'm sure she has no clothes to go home in." Elena nodded in response to the nurse's words because that was just what she thought earlier. She needed some clothes and if she couldn't get any, well, a hospital robe would have to do. Damon stood up and lazily moved out of the room, heading to reception to sign the papers so she could go home.

"I know your aunt. She's Miranda's little sister, right...Elena?" The nurse asked and for the first time Elena saw a smile on the woman's face as she came and sat down besides her.

"You knew my mother?" Elena asked as her mouth opened wide in shock.

"Your mom and I used to be good friends. You looked so familiar and then I realized why. That's how I figured it out."

"Oh.." She didn't know what to say to that. She had never met any of her parent's friends again after their death. She didn't know what to say to them if she had.

"You're young. If I recall it well, barely 22. How come you're married?" She asked and that made Elena's smile grow on her face. If she would've accepted Dylan's proposal, she would be so close to being married that it wouldn't sound ridiculous to her anymore, like it sounded now.

"I'm not married." She said simply and watched the frown forming on the woman's face.

"But, the boy-I mean, he slept here and..."

"He's my friend. You thought I was Mrs. Salvatore because his name is Salvatore and he brought me to the hospital, so they probably registered me with his name." Yes, that was it. She didn't have to ask him about it anymore, because she was sure he would tell her that too.

"Oh, that sounds logical." Elena felt as if her mother's friend wanted to know more about her relationship with Damon, because she looked like she was about to ask her some more; like why in the hell was she on top of him and with her tongue dipped inside his mouth.

"So, can I leave now?" Elena asked her.

"Sure, let me get you that robe. I'll be back in a minute." She said and standing up, she left the room. The next moment, Damon barged in and sat next to her.

"Well, she sure ruined the fun." He said and smirked dangerously, in that way that made her burn with desire.

"We can always have the moment back. And in a much better room." Elena winked playfully and just when Damon was about to lean in for a kiss, the nurse returned to the room and handed her the robe. Jesus, people didn't know how to knock these days.

"I wish you the best of the luck in life, Elena. I'm so happy I got to meet my friend's daughter." The woman said and she pulled Elena into a short hug and then she left, leaving behind a smiling Elena and a surprised Damon.

"Uhm, do you know her?" He asked, pointing to the door as if she was still in the room.

"No, but she was my mother's friend."

"Oh, okay. Come on, let's get you ready. Do you have panties on?" He asked as he stood up and took the robe, analyzing it as if to check if she would be safely covered in it.

"I actually do. Why, did you expect me not to?" Elena grinned like the Cheshire Cat and he rolled his eyes.

"It would've been more...let's say exciting, to leave the hospital with no panties on. We'll leave it for the next time then. Hands up." He said and she shook her head, firstly because of his flirtatious joke and secondly because she wasn't going to let him dress her. She was perfectly capable of using her hands. It was one of her legs that was dysfunctional, not all of her members.

"No. I can undress myself and then I can put on a robe perfectly. I already feel like a spaz, don't make me one." Damon nodded shortly and Elena took off her gown and threw it on the bed, not planning to wear something like that again. She caught Damon's eye as he gazed at her naked self; she was only wearing her panties as her bra was no where to be found. His eyes darkened and for the first time she could see it clear; he wanted her. He actually felt attracted to her. Of course, she knew she was beautiful, but she never thought she would have such a god for herself. And then it came crashing down on her; he wasn't hers to claim. They were just friends who slept together. Once they returned from Mystic Falls, he would probably keep sleeping with a lot of other women, like he always did. She inwardly cursed herself because she thought, for a while, that he would be only hers. She was delusional. She needed to keep that in mind so she could stop herself from feeling something more for him.

Once she was ready, he put his arm behind her knees and one on her back, slowly lifting her up and into his arms. She hated this situation. It made her feel weak and she didn't want to feel weak anymore. She had felt like that for several years and it was time to be strong, to not let anything or anyone ruin her. Against her better judgment, she put her hand around his neck and rested her head on his chest, curling up in his arms as he carried her outside of the hospital and sat her in the back of the car, so she could rest her leg across the back bench.

He drove through the snowy streets of Mystic Falls and when Elena asked him to stop in front of the Mystic Grill, he eyed her from the mirror and she rolled her eyes. What could she possibly want from there?

"I just want my favorite coffee, is that too much to ask?"

"No. I thought you were going on a date." Damon blurted out and it made her look up at him and raise one of her eyebrows.

"Yeah, like I want to go on another dateto the Grill." She mumbled sarcastically and he turned around in his seat, before he took his wallet.

"What does this even mean?" He eyed her suspiciously and she raised her hand to gesture that it wasn't a big deal.

"Nothing. It's called the Mystic Special."

"What's called that?"

"The coffee." She replied and then she looked out the window as he walked into the Grill. She wasn't going to tell him how all of her dates happened at the Grill and how all of her relationships from when she was living here were a disaster.

"Are there always so many people here?" Damon asked as he got inside the car and handed her the coffee she had craved so much. There was no day that went by that she hadn't stopped to buy this coffee on the way to school.

"Yes. It's the only, say interesting place in Mystic Falls." Elena shrugged nonchalantly and he started the engine, driving them back home. "So...tomorrow we're going home."

"Yes. It's really nice here, but I miss New York already." Damon confessed and she wanted to slap herself for thinking about the reasons why he missed it. Maybe it was because he had to work, or maybe it was because he wanted to go and lure as many women as possible into his bed, maybe it was because he really didn't like to be away for so long. The third idea was off as he spent almost two months in Shanghai doing God knows what; he couldn't just tell her he had to work for so long, when she knew for sure than in a month, the deal was done. Which meant the second idea was the most obviously the right one and she hated to think that she would soon be forgotten and replaced by other ladies in distress.

"I wish I could stay here for a few more days." Elena said, speaking honestly. She wondered if he would stay here with her if she chose to stay longer. "Whatever, don't mind me."

"I wonder what's going on at the office. I don't really trust my employees. Well, just my secretary but she's on a break as well so I'm really curious if they're doing their jobs." Damon changed the subject and Elena rolled her eyes. Luckily, he didn't see her; she didn't want to explain to him what she thought about him going back to New York.

"I'll look over the scripts they sent me to check when I get home. But Damon, I should go to the office to look for some files I need for this new advertisement. You know, the one for that new spa uptown. I really don't get those people. Why would they open another spa when the mall is right around the corner?" Elena thought out loud. The next few weeks will be pure agony for her; staying alone in her apartment without being able to go outside.

"'Lena, the only thing that matters now is your recovery. Screw work." Damon said and she shook her head. It was like she knew all along.

"I told you I want to work. Just because you're my friend and I work for you doesn't mean I'll treat my job as a night out." Damon stopped the car in front of the house and opened the back door. She knew what was he going to do, so she didn't wait for him to put his arm underneath her knees. She curled her arm around his neck and he lifted her and carried her inside, trying to walk as fast as possible so she wouldn't get wet with snow.

"You're here." Jenna said as Damon settled her down on the big couch in the living room and took his place next to her. Elena smiled and nodded slowly, before Caroline jumped right on her injured leg. It's not like she could feel it anyway.

"I missed you!" She squealed and Elena felt an incredible desire to roll her eyes at her best friend, but she didn't do it. Instead, she patted Caroline on the back as she tried to push her away. It seemed like Damon noticed it and he commented.

"Step aside, Blondie. I can't see because of your big butt."

"I'm so happy Elena's fine that I'm not even going to burn calories talking to you." Caroline mumbled. Elena's eyes opened wide. If Caroline wasn't going to protest to this insult, then she was indeed happy she was fine.

"You actually just did." Damon pointed out and he got one stern look from the blonde. When Elena cringed, Caroline stepped aside and ran to the other couch and cuddled in Stefan's arms.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" She asked in a sweet voice.

"No, I'm fine, don't worry." Elena smiled, assuring her that it wasn't her fault.

"You should go and try to sleep, Elena. Those painkillers they gave you are really strong. I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate, okay?" Jenna came in from the kitchen. Seriously, what was her aunt doing for so long in that kitchen? It's not like she knew how to cook. Neither of them had a cooking bone in her body. At least they knew how to do dishes.

"Okay." Elena nodded. She really was exhausted, even if she slept all night. She playfully bumped into Damon, who seemed to be engaged in a conversation with Stefan, because he didn't hear any of what had been decided.

"Uh?" Damon looked at her, his blue eyes making her forget for a while what she was going to ask him.

"Um, can you take me to my room? I'm sleepy." She said and that was his cue to jump up and lift her into his arm for the third time that morning. Damon slowly walked upstairs and from the way he stepped on the stairs she thought it was because he was trying not to fall like she did. Though it seemed like it was impossible; that man was perfection on legs, he couldn't do something as idiotic even if he tried.

Elena pushed the door open and Damon pushed it close with his behind when he stepped inside. He slowly laid her down on the bed and tucked her in. He probably thought she wanted to sleep, because he pulled the curtains on the window and walked passed the bed in his attempt to leave the room.

"Damon."

"Yes, Elena." He turned his head to look at her and she blushed slightly; he still had that effect on her.

"Stay." He didn't need another word from her. He just walked to the bed, kicked off his shoes and pushed the covers back, only to pull them over his body once he was comfortable. She turned on her side to face him. His face looked serene, like he hadn't gone through so many years of torment and suffering. He looked like a child who only wanted to have someone care about him; and he did have someone. She cared about him and she cared about him deeply.

Elena noticed his eyes darkening with lust as they stared at each other intently for the next few minutes, or so. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh before opening them again. And there he was. She wasn't dreaming about having a man like him in her bed; she really did. She felt a wave of emotions wash over her and in a second, she crushed her lips passionately against his and she felt him moan into her mouth. Their tongues met and stroked each other into their dance, while her hands lowered to his chest and tugged on the hem of his sweater. She broke their kiss and opened her eyes, just to look into his and see if she had the permission to remove the thick material that covered his flawless skin. When he didn't say anything, she peeled the sweater off Damon's chiseled body and she gasped in pleasure, like it was the first time she saw him all over again.

His eyes wandered to her body and she flushed, remembering that she was still wearing that horrible hospital robe. He undid the knot on her waist and let the sides of the robe slide off, revealing her full breasts and her flat stomach. She followed his movements and observed that his eyes stopped at her black panties, which had a satin ribbon right in the middle of the waistline. Damon's mouth assaulted hers and she poured everything she had into that kiss; caring, hopes, pain.

When his hands reached up to tangle in her hair, she didn't do anything to stop him from playing with her locks, curling his fingers around the strands of hair. His fingers skimmed over her stomach and she felt goosebumps inside. Her body ached with desire. She lowered her hand to the button of his jeans and undid it, leaving his jeans hanging sensually on his hips as she worked her magic on the waistline of his boxers. Damon shrugged out of the piece of clothing and he was soon wearing just his Calvin Klein black boxers. Her face reddened when she remembered the other morning, when she wore his boxers because she didn't have any panties in her old room.

His kisses weren't slow like they were at the beginning; they were long and passionate and she felt feverish with longing as he kissed her again, and again. She could feel his arousal against her belly as his thumbs skimmed over her nipples, exploring them and creating a trail of fire across her already sensitive skin. When she pushed her hips forward he let out a muffled sound of approval which filled her with dizzying excitement and satisfaction. As the waves of heat were being sent to her tummy, she could feel the tension building up inside of her.

Elena could feel the blood rushing in her ears and her heart pumping hard and fast. Her tongue moved along with his as she pushed her hips forward, riding him with her panties on. As she opened her eyes, she saw his expression filled with lust and it only made her impatient for the moment when he would be inside of her. He got rid of her panties in a matter of seconds and as he brought his lips to hers, his fingers stopped at her wet heat between her legs. She gasped as he slowly pushed a finger inside of her, rubbing her clit and eliciting a moan from her lips which formed a perfect O. Although she felt herself growing more tired and her head was playing pranks of her, making her feel dizzy, she didn't want it to stop; she didn't want him to stop doing that to her.

Her body asked for more and it was like Damon could read her mind because he pushed another finger inside of her. She wanted to encircle her legs around his waist and feel him even closer to her, but her immobile leg didn't allow her too; she had to just stay there and enjoy while he worked his magic on her.

"Damon, please..." She moaned and tried to catch her breath. She felt his hot breath near her ear and then he nibbled her earlobe. She felt extremely aroused and as his fingers pumped in and out of her, she finally let her body find its release and felt the mind numbing orgasm rip through her. As she let out a muffled moan, his lips found hers again and while they had their own battle her hands lowered to his hips and pulled down his boxers, feeling his hard length pushing against her hands. Elena's hands traveled north and they stopped on his pecs, slick with sweat.

He positioned himself at her entrance and in a shift motion he was inside her. How she wished she could swap places with him and be able to move freely against him but if she could stand above him she would probably crush him with the hard plaster. She was satisfied when he took it slow, her mind worried that she wasn't able to take more of him. His moves were accurate and he reached the exact spot that made her cringe with pleasure. After a few moments, he sped up the rhythm and pumped further into her heated core, making her bite her bottom lip so she wouldn't scream in pleasure with every thrust. Her walls were pressed firmly against him and from time to time she felt like this was her first time; he was the only one that made her feel like this, the one that seemed to fit her perfectly.

"God, you're so tight, 'Lena." His hot breath was somewhere between her collarbone and her neck and she dipped her hands into his black thick hair and brought his lips to hers. Her head snapped back when she felt her second orgasm ripping through her and just a few seconds later, he emptied himself inside of her.

After all that, they just stayed there, holding each other, breathing hard. Elena didn't know what to say; she didn't know if she had to or felt the need to say anything. She was in his arms and she didn't need anything else; she could stay like that for the rest of her life. She felt her lids getting heavier and she closed her eyes, allowing her mind to take a break and her heart to slow down it's beating.