Hello all. :) So this update was quick, because I actually had some really good ideas, and I just finished it. So basically, I love you all and the wonderful comments and the subscribers. You all make me smile, and I enjoy so much getting them in my inbox. Also this chapter has warnings toward the end. Yes, Elena makes a move. ;)

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-Lexi

Elena in a matter of hours was wasted. Elena doesn't get wasted. The worst she had ever experienced was when she had a glass of champagne at her cousin's wedding. Now she doesn't even know how many drinks she had downed.

She was watching Damon from across the room, he was drunk. He was being flirtatious to the girls surrounding him. Damon was practically famous in their eyes. Elena took another sip of her drink and sat it on the counter as he came waltzing over like he owned the place again with another drink in hand. It was disgusting to her, but at the same time the alcohol was eating at her.

"You need to lighten up; I told you I would be right back!" He kids. She can't help but roll her eyes at him.

"I am lightened up!" she argued.

He shook his head no, and threw his arms over her shoulders. "No, you aren't. Silly. I know you want to dance with me, but you know the ladies like some Damon Salvatore around…" he confirmed the obvious.

"I wanted to go dance, but you left me for some twits!" she snarled.

Damon giggled. Wait, Damon giggled? "You are so cute when you are mad!"

"Don't even do that, you can't charm your way out of that! You owe me a dance!" she pushed him jokingly. She was going to regret these decisions in the morning.

"Fine, fine—if it makes you happiest person in the world," he said pulling her onto the dance floor and making his way through the crowd roughly.

He pulled her close by her hips and pushed against her and started to dance against her. Elena followed and showed him a different side of her. "You are such a good dancer," she smiled.

Damon continued to dance around her, and twirl her around. "You don't have a wild side do you? Is that something else, I'm going to have to pull out of you?" he butted in their excitement.

"I do so have a wild side!" she objected. Elena couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

"What would that be? Putting sugar in your coffee for once?" he stuttered; Damon was loaded now.

"You are being stupid. I haven't met anyone who deserves to see it," she coyly said defending herself.

He rolled his eyes, continuing to sway to whatever obnoxious song was playing at the moment. "Show me," he offered.

She caught herself glaring at him with a chuckle. "I don't think so," she rebutted.

"B-But!" he stuttered as he followed her around like a small puppy dog. "I cannot believe you don't want to show me," he murmured.

She raised her eyebrow. "I'm fine right now, thanks." Elena was being playful and luring him.

"Let's get the hell out of here, we can have some more fun," he cooed tempting her. She bit her upper lip.

"I'm having fun here, Damon," she whined. Immediately she thought of her shyness pulling out and not her fun side. She had it, but she never wanted to experience the rush. It was always work, work, work, for Elena.

"You are drunk as a skunk, Elena. We need to get you home." He was right, she couldn't even think straight.

Elena snarled. "I don't want to go home, Damon." Elena fell forward, losing her balance, but Damon quickly caught her.

Damon rolled his eyes in disgust. "You need to go home. I have to get back to my hotel before my trip tomorrow," he gritted his teeth firmly.

She stuck her tongue out and crossed her arms. "You are a party pooper, going on your little trip. Woo, look at me I'm CEO Damon Salvatore, and I have to leave!"

He tilted his head and let out a small chuckle. "You are hilarious; I see what's eating you alive. You really don't want me to leave do you?" he asked her.

Elena shrugged and pulled him onto the dance floor quickly to change the subject. "Come on, let's dance," she giggled pulling him close to her body and swaying back and forth placing her hands up in the air, moving her hips playfully against him.

"Way to change the subject, Elena," he complimented.

She threw her head back and danced running her hands through her hair as she continued to move her hips and bend her legs to the beat. "Fine, one more dance, Gilbert, then we are leaving," he ordered.

She placed her hands on her hips and huffed. "Excuse me? I am a grown woman, Damon Salvatore!"

He snickered, "Well that may be true, but when you get a little bit of alcohol in your system, you are four years old."

Elena took that rude comment from him as a challenge. "Fine, I will leave after this dance, on one condition."

"Are you bribing me? I can just leave you right now," he proceeded to grab his coat from the nearby room and disappearing as he heard her quickly follow.

"Aren't you interested in my proposition?" she questioned leaning up against the door frame.

He shrugged his jacket on and turned to her. "Sure, Elena! What?!" he smiled speaking in a sarcastic tone.

She heard his sarcasm and stared. "You have to take me to your hotel, and let me spend the night with you."

He busted out laughing trying his best to hold it in. "Excuse me? Did you just invite yourself into my hotel room?"

"Of course, silly. Can you not hear the words coming out of my mouth?" Elena said a bit disgusted.

Damon cocked an eyebrow again and shook his head. "Yes, I did, Miss Gilbert. And the answer is no."

She curled her bottom lip and crossed her arms in a pouty motion. "Fine, I will make my way to my place, stumble goin' up those stairs and fall to my death," she said beginning to walk out the door.

"Come back here," he commanded walking over to her.

"I knew you would have it my way," she shrugged in approval.

He raised an eyebrow. "You know what this could mean for your poor, unfortunate company?" he snarled beginning to place guilt on her. "I can see it now, Elena Gilbert—Partying her troubles away! I guess she had enough money left to have a party!" He motioned as she turned to him, not amused.

"I'm leaving. Bye, Damon. Have a fantastic time wherever you are going," she rolled her eyes walking off.

He continued to follow her, showing his persistent side. "You are stubborn, Miss Gilbert. I don't mind if you go out and party and have a good time, but do not what this company to come to blows over simple little things and antics."

She walked slower as he soon caught up with her. "Fine, I'll go home," she shrugged in defeat.

"Sorry, but there are too many eyes on you right now, Gilbert, and I don't want them to find something wrong," he whispered to her as she nodded in agreement.

"Will you take me home then?" she questioned.

He smiled forcefully, "Of course I will. Come on."

Elena made her way finally to her front door as always, and Damon taking the role as her bodyguard. She finally unlocked the dead bolt and walked in, turning around to see him standing outside as he always did, and making sure she was alright. "You wanna come in?" she whispered.

He smiled, "I gotta get back to my —" Her eyes were full of sadness and defeat.

And for once, Damon did something he normally didn't do as he looked into her heartbroken eyes… "I guess I can stay for a little while," he smiled walking in the door and locking it behind him.

She smiled full of happiness. Elena threw her keys on the dining table and placed her purse in one of the vacant seats. "Will you follow me, just to make sure I hit the bed?" she questioned in an innocent tone.

"Alright…" Damon whispered uneasy and followed her. Damon would have never suspected Elena's bold move. He entered her bedroom and looked around remembering the first time they had together. It entered his mind quickly, but soon it was knocked out of him, as she grabbed his tie, slamming the door and kissing him passionately.

"Um, Elena? I thought you were going to bed?" he muttered in between kisses.

"No sir," she glimpsed at him running her hands to his neck and gripping his hair. He laughed.

"I see, someone was trying to seduce me…" he whispered letting her rip his jacket off throwing it over the nearby chair.

She giggled. "I hoped for it, and I think I succeeded."

The four poster bed was perfect, and one of the best beds out there. He becomes that protective man again, picking her up and placing her gently on the bed. He removes the scarf from around her neck, and throws it on the side table. Soon after, they are both completely naked, after he finally unzips the back of her revealing dress. Damon moves closer and begins to thrust, just enough to make Elena jolt. "Damon," she moans suddenly feeling every exhilarating feeling he was sending off. He quickly begins to pick up speed making his name escape from her mouth once again.

"Oh fuck…Damon!" she screams his name with all her might.

Damon quickly flips them over, allowing him to be on top of her. Their eye contact is incredibly intense in this moment. It is frustration for everything happening and everything proceeding. She gasps and kisses him down his neck finding no chance of looking back. His rhythmic movements were balanced by his breaths.

"I want you so bad," he muttered under his breath. "How did you know?" His fingers quickly trail up her leg to her thigh in just the right motions to make her moan.

As much as Elena tried her best to deny her feelings for him, he was that intoxication that would never exit out of her blood system. He was always there, and fighting it was no use, especially since she made the first move. She tries her best to speak, but her choppy breathing is interrupted by him talking once again, but squeezed in a few kisses before he speaks.

"You don't have to make a sound," he pushed. "I won't hurt you, I promise." She is trapped in his muscular embrace, and has no wish of escaping like a foolish young girl would run away from something new.

In a brisk moment, she's on top of the world feeling every last bit of what he has to offer. Something was changing between them every time they met, and every time they shared moments like this. "Someone is feisty," he whispers into her ear.

"You don't like me…feisty?" she muttered as he chuckled softly against her skin kissing her in pleasurable spots. He knew exactly what to do around her.

"I do like you like this, but I like you every way you are," he murmured.

"You do?" she manages to whisper.

He smiles and kisses her continuing his rhythmic pattern. Traveling down to her neck, he kisses the side and bites, leaving another irresistible feeling on her, as he sucks leaving a well-visible hickey of red blush.

"Damon, please…" she begs as the tingles make her completely pleased, and her feelings are magnetized.

"Please what, Elena?" he questions her determination.

She bit her lip. "Never stop...and never leave."

He silences her with a soft hush.

As much as it killed her, Elena obeyed, still allowing him to make her feel things she had finally rediscovered after all this time. The sensation and the tension made everything feel right.

Elena looks up at Damon, soon after they finish and smiles, finally catching her breath. He has cradled her in his strong, muscular arms. It was like fire and rain. They both pushed each other so much, she couldn't stand him, but she couldn't live without him.

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