Flame thrower, at the show
Make my heart melt in the middle of the room
No, I can't stay away
Now I'm begging you to stay
(Fire Breather by Laurel)

Chapter 2

Snuggling deeper into the bed, she felt extremely relaxed and weightless. As she was trying to get those last few drops of sleep she felt something tickling her back. Batting her hand mindlessly at it, she muttered under her breath about not wanting to go to school, which is when she heard a raspy, deep voice whisper her name, cooing her to wake up. Not expecting anyone to be in her bed, she let out a frightened scream and jolted up from her side of the mattress.

"Damon!" she said when she came face to face with him, looking at his bare chest in shock, her eyes wide and sleep still messing with her head. "Oh my god, you scared me." she placed a hand to her chest, as if to try calm her speeding heart. Realising her hand had met bare skin, she looked down. Yep it got better, she wasn't wearing any clothes, peeking under the covers, oh yeah, she was fully naked, as the day she was born.

Quickly clutching the sheets she sunk down the bed and shoved them over her head. Flashes of last night started to come back to her and, oh was she embarrassed. She had literally thrown herself at him last night, again and again, till she had gotten what she came for. Her cheeks were painted red as she remembered exactly what had happened last night. She wished she could blame it on the alcohol but sadly it had been all her. She didn't even have a hangover. She had only had a few drinks, if you count in the beer and the shot. In the scope of things that was nothing. She hadn't been drunk. Sure it had loosened her up. But as the memories kept flying back, she could attest to the fact that it had definitely been all her.

Hearing him chuckle at her antics as she remained hidden under the covers, just added to the embarrassment. She held the sheets tighter as he attempted to coax her out with his sweet words and soft tugs. Finally surrendering, her doe eyes peek out from under and meet his. She can see the amusement that is clearly imprinted over his face.

"Oh god." she mumbles as she eyes him up and down. There were some things, that had come to her attention in the morning light. His defined chest, the abs that matched and the happy trail that was leading her to a very prominent bulge in the sheets.

"Now, now, Elena. What did I tell you about god, there's no god around here, just me, Damon." he smirks, before bowing his head down and leaving a chaste kiss on her lips.

He tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear and she can't help how her body trembles at his touch. He begins to pull the sheet down her frame, stopping just above her breasts. His lips descend and come into contact with the length of her collarbone and it's like all of Elena's inhibitions walk out the door. Her reservations and timidness just seem to disappear, and she can feel the wetness start to pool between her thighs. It takes everything in her not to moan out his name, not wanting to surrender to him quite yet. While last night she knew she wanted him. This morning she wasn't so sure she felt the same. Don't get her wrong. Her body would never deny such a specimen. But she wanted to make it clear to him that this had only been a once-off thing.

"So was last night as incredible as it was for me?" He asks huskily as he pulls the sheet slowly further down her body, exposing her breasts to him. His fingers graze her soft nipples watching as they react to his touch. The way the pebble in an instant as he gently blows on them, igniting a fire within her. She squirms trying to pull the sheet back up.

"Damon. Stop." she pushes him away lightly as she sits up also making sure everything is covered, including him. "We need to talk."

Hearing the determination in her voice, he relents and motions with his hand for her to continue.

"While last night was amazing, and definitely needed, I-I don't think we should continue this."

"Why's that?" he says in his most diplomatic voice.

"I-just-I-don't…" she stumbles over her words not expecting him to question her.

"Exactly." he cuts off. "Last night was staggering, you were mind-blowing and we were definitely remarkable."

"Remarkable-huh?" she cocks her head raising an eyebrow, "I don't seem to remember anything significant from last night."

"Is that right?" he smirks, a perfectly arched eyebrow questioning her. "I'm sure the residents next door wouldn't be very pleased to remind you who's name you were screaming last night, considering mine is implanted in theirs."

"Stop." Her cheeks reddening at his words.

"I can't. I want more." his hand slipping under the covers and sliding it up her thigh caressing her skin in small smooth circles.

"We can't." she whimpers

"Why?"

"Because this was only supposed to be a one night stand. A one off thing. I don't want commitment."

"E-lena." he sings. "I'm not asking for any."

"Oh." She gasps as his fingers graze her mound ever so lightly.

"All I'm proposing is, we see where this goes…no strings attached." he looks up her, her eyes widening at his suggestion.

"Y-you mean friends with benefits." she stutters.

Could she look any more hesitant? Here she was yesterday preaching about wanting to try new things, and now when the opportunity presents its self, she's turned timid and shy, practically a blushing innocent girl…nothing like the bold and daring woman she wanted to be. She had to step back and ask, did she like him? Hell yeah, she did. What was not to like? He was charming and gorgeous, and definitely good in bed. She was interested there was no denying that. Why was she being so tentative then? It was the age difference. She felt so young to him. He was so experienced. And well…she was not. She was a little insecure. She had only ever been with one other guy, but the way Damon had made her feel…was something she had never had with Matt, and that scared her. If she said yes to his preposition, she would be in a ride of her life. But if she said no, she'd go back to Mystic Falls and date the local boys there, who knew nothing more than Matt did.

"If you want?" he said uncertainty finally chipping at his voice, his hand slipping out from under the sheets. "What's wrong? Was last night that horrible?"

"No, of course not." she uttered. "I guess…this is all just new to me. How would this work?" she asked meekly, looking down to her fingers as they numbly played with a loose thread.

Lifting her chin with a single digit so that he could see into her beautiful brown eyes, "Hey." he spoke softly. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Biting her lip nervously she nodded, "I know."

"In that case we can discuss what the rules would entail, if you want?"

She could see the sincerity in his eyes, he was so good with her, patient and sweet. She couldn't help as she melted into a pool of jelly. Sinking into the pillow of the bed she nodded her head for him to continue.

"Well firstly monogamy. Would we be Exclusive or Non-exclusive? I myself don't like having multiple partners at the same time, but if we were to be exclusive, I'd like to see you at least a few times a week. I am a needy man after all." He chuckles lightly brushing his fingers idly through the ends of her hair. "And I know that there is quite a distance between here and the Falls, but you wouldn't be always driving up, I have an apartment there as well. I'd drive down, and we could meet at my place. I'd assume your place would be off-limits."

"You'd assume correctly." she replies briefly, watching as he nods his head in an understanding tone. Her parents would possibly disown her if they found her having sex in their house. And count in the factor that it was Damon, her father's work acquaintance. She'd be dead. They would never find her body again.

"Honesty. If I ask you something, please do not lie, I won't judge, and in return I will abide by truths and expect the same courtesy from you, that you will not judge my past actions. With honesty comes confidentiality. It's granted what I would share with you is not to be repeated anywhere else. And vice versa."

He's actually really serious about this. She can't believe the depth he's going with this. Weren't friends with benefits supposed to be just about casual sex. Maybe this was too much for her. Did she really want to get involved into something like this?

"My friends and I, are pretty close, they wouldn't leave me alone till they know what you look like, how good in bed you are, basically everything." she added. "Are you saying I couldn't speak to anyone about you? Even people I trust."

"Elena I'm not looking for a scandal, my names pretty high up there and people would do anything to get a story on me." he explained. "All I ask is that you be discreet and don't use names, try to be as vague as you can. Your friends should understand and respect your privacy."

"Okay." she nods slowly. "What else? You know this is starting to sound a lot like fifty shades, please don't tell me you don't have a red room of pain at your place?" her eyes widening at the thought.

"Seriously…" he chuckles, "I never would have pegged you as a reader of erotica. Not that I'd consider that rubbish, erotic. It was page after page of bad writing."

Her cheeks burst in colour as she feels the flames light up her face. Was she ever not going to blush when he was around. Every comment made she just couldn't help how squeamish he made her feel inside and out.

"I could recommend you some good erotica fiction, or you know, what better way to learn then to experience it for yourself. I could make all your fantasies come true, you only need to share. You ask, I come. I'm easy like that." he winks, puffing his chest out.

She rolls her eyes at him, shoving him so he's flat on his back. "Is that all the rules?" she starts to number them on her hand. "Exclusivity, Secrecy and Confidentiality?"

"I feel like I'm at a sales pitch." he sighs exaggeratedly looking up at her, "Back to business."

"Well then you'll feel right at home, won't you?" she hums, muttering under her breath one last word. "Workaholic."

"Hey. I'll have you know, I love my work. Sue me!"

"Bet you'd like that." the corners of her mouth twitch in response and her eyes glisten with mirth.

"Correction, I'd love it." he says pulling her down to him so that they are on the same eye-level. He pecks her on the lips lightly before pulling back. "Back to your question, no they aren't all the rules." pausing slightly he continues, "Consent. The moment you don't feel safe or don't want to continue this we'll stop. Honesty is really a big part of this agreement as is trust. I don't want to hurt you, Elena. You don't deserve that. Promise me if you agree to this, you'll be honest with me."

Seeing the concern etched on his face, she raised a hand, cupping his face gently as her thumb rubbed soft circles on his cheek as if soothing his worries away. With the uttermost sincerity her voice tenderly spoke what he desperately needed to hear, "I promise."

"Thank you." he kisses her hand quietly. Clearing his throat, he pulls himself together and continues, "Cuddling, kissing, holding hands, talking or any other form of non-sexual activities, while usually frowned upon in this sort of relationship, I honestly don't mind. Besides who in their right mind wouldn't want to cuddle with such a beautiful woman like yourself." he pulls her into a hug moaning about how perfect and soft she is, which elicits a round of giggles from the brunette.

"Damon!" she whines elongating his name as her heart flutters from his compliment.

Who knew he was such a child at heart? Not her, that's for sure. Well what did you expect, Elena? She barely knew the guy, only the glimpses he's allowed her to see.

"But seriously, if you'd rather keep these things separate, I can abide to your wishes." he conveys frankly his eyes imploring hers with truth, pausing slightly before continuing, "And lastly any signs of this being more than it is, we quit and part ways. I've said clearly I don't want relationship, and you've said the same, but if at any point that changes, we need to stop, before someone gets hurt." His eyes study hers, making sure she understands how serious he really is.

"Okay?" she questions, her voice hesitant. Clearing her throat. "I'm kind of expecting you to pull a bunch of papers out and have me sign them."

He chuckles, "Not quite, Kitten. While I love my job, even I'm not that dedicated. Seriously though, think about it. You don't have to decide right now." he says his voice softening as he strokes the apple of her cheek. "I just want to make it clear, while I've given you my thoughts about preferences, please don't be obligated to choose them because of me, I was just letting you know I am comfortable with certain options."

"Hand me your phone." she motions to his bedside table, where his wallet, keys mobile device lay.

"Why?" he says confusion settling on his face. However regardless of it he still complies to her request, and hands the device over.

"Because…" she says as she attempts to unlock his phone only to be met with a pin lock, handing it back to him he unlocks it for her. "…I think it's time we traded numbers. That way, when you wanna, you know, fuck, you can call me. And vice versa." She says, her phone vibrating from the bedside as she called her phone from his. "Now I've got yours too." she chucks his phone at him. Grabbing her phone quickly, she redials his number, a playful smile on her face, as she watches him try to recollect himself.

"Hello." he says picking up the phone.

"Fuck me."

"Language, Elena!" He says in fake shock. Tossing his phone behind him, he eyes her up as if she were his prey and he, the predator. He begins to slowly crawl towards her so that he's situated just above her. "Do you kiss your father with that mouth? 'Cause that god damn sexy mouth of yours can talk dirty to me anytime it wants."

She was out of her mind, and maybe a little out of her league. What was she even thinking? Was she thinking? Oh god. The way he made her feel though. She wasn't ready to let go of that. Let people talk, let her friends judge her as she takes an active role in exploring her sexual side. She wants this. No, she needs this. Not just because she broke up with Matt, but because this feeling inside, fleeting around her. It spurs her on. It makes her feel alive. Even if her cheeks are painted permanently red. She loves this adventurous side. And while she may have been hesitant at his proposal. She couldn't help but feel like it was something she was meant to try. It just felt right.

He promised her he wouldn't judge her. This relationship would open doors for her, not so much physically but mentally. Every single question that had been churning inside her, he could answer. Any fantasy she wanted to explore he had made himself quite clear that he was amicable to the idea. Hell she could have mind-numbing sex at the tip of her fingers. And it wasn't like he was hard on the eyes. He knew and she knew he was hot as hell. And while she didn't think she was bad in the department either, the way he had worshiped her body last night, had made her feel fucking beautiful.

What had surprised her was that she hadn't realised how much she craved the idea of this proposal, till it was staring her right in front of her face. When he had told her to take her time, all that was floating through her head was how much she wanted to feel his bare skin upon hers. She trusted him. Every time he had talked to her in the past he had been kind, and had always tried to make her night better, somehow always managing to make her smile or laugh. He was patient and honest with her. It was refreshing, it was mature. He didn't beat around the bush, he was frank and straight with her. She liked that.

"Are you really saying yes?" he whispered against her lips.

Nodding her head she pulls him on top of her and kisses his lips, as if she were sealing a deal. Hands run up and down his back, her nails scrape along the panes of his back, and she lets out a moan when his back arches at her touch, spiralling his hips forward against her centre.

"Exclusive." she speaks, between kisses as she trails down his jaw to his shoulder. "You're secrets are safe with me." she mutters, continuing her ministrations. "Honesty. Consent. Double check. Cuddles and the works, definitely a check." she giggles, patting his scruffy cheek cheerfully. "You never know when a teddy bear will come in handy."

"Are we really doing this now?" he teases. "I'm doing my best work here, and you're just talking right through it."

"Suck it up." she sticks out her tongue.

"Oh Kitten, bet you'd love that." his hand dipping between her folds, feeling just how wet she really is. Coating a single finger in her juices, he brings the digit back up to her and commands her. "Suck it."

Her eyes widen as his voice is caked with authority, compelling her to obey his simplest demands. Opening her mouth she engulfs his finger, swirling her tongue around the intruder, lapping all her juices as they mix with her saliva.

"Good girl. Just like that." he coos. "I think we're ready to put those cheerleading skills to work. Don't you agree?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Let's see a back spring?"

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"Testing out a theory."

"Really?" she says in disbelief.

"Yes. Now show me"

She rolls her eyes, and stands up, her naked form for his view only. Scoping out a position on the floor, in front of the bed, she complies to his wishes and does a back flip, snapping her legs perfectly together. Hands on her hips she calls him out on his 'theory', "You are a perv."

"I know." he says cockily.

Deciding to tease him, she arches her back slowly into a bridge, thrusting the view of her breasts to him, making sure to rock forward and backwards. She sets herself in motion, lifting her right leg upright she pushes off with her left foot, successfully completing her kick over. Back on her feet, she turns around to face him and instead collides with his chest.

"Well, now that was a show." he smirks his arms snaking around her waist, pulling her to him."Tell me, did you ever show these moves to your ex?"

"None without clothes."

"Well then, thank you for the pleasure." he smiles, earning a giggle from her.

"Honesty moment?" she sucks on her lower lip. "We kinda never tried anything, other than you know missionary, and the one time I was on top."

"You poor child." he gasps in fake shock, before smiling charmingly at her. "Don't worry, Kitten. We can fix that. Starting now."

Lifting her up in fireman hold she lets out a surprised scream, her arms quickly wrapping around his neck tightly as he carries her to the bed. Laying her down gently, she watches him with open eyes. The idea of trying something new, is kind of exhilarating. Her insides are coiling, and she can already feel the wetness pooling.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." she says without hesitation.

Flat on her back, she feels a hand stroke down her leg. He cups her centre, raising her hips off the bed slightly as if he were testing how light she was. Grabbing a condom from somewhere, she has no idea where, he seems to have a infinite supply. Rolling the condom on he climbs onto the bed and opens her legs wide. He can see exactly how wet and ready she is, her juices glistening. Bowing his head down to her core he can't help himself as his tongue swipes against her entrance all the way up to her clit , causing her to moan. He just wanted a little taste.

"That's right, kitten. Be as loud as you want." Grabbing her right leg, "I want you to keep this straight." He says as he places the leg over his shoulder.

"U-huh" she mumbles incoherently.

"Good girl." he strokes her core again. Nimbly playing with her protruding clit. Grabbing her other leg he straddles it and gets into position. "This is going to feel good."

She cranes her neck and watches as he grabs his erect cock, fisting it softly, he slides it inbetween her slick folds touching the tip of her entrance. The anticipation builds as he rocks his hips refraining from entering her.

"Damon." she begs, "Please." her voice barely above a whisper.

"Louder, Elena."

Her eyes snap open and stare at him, he was testing her. She didn't know why he liked it when he heard her scream. It probably had to do with the fact that when she screamed, she was unravelling, all her nerves going on sensory overdrive. That was a sight he loved seeing.

He was still teasing her. He had just slid the head inside her, and she was begging for more, but he wasn't having any of it. Slipping out of her once again, he smirked at her. He was taunting her. They weren't going anywhere till she abided by him. He could see the frustration light up her face.

"Damon." she growled. "Get on with it!"

Her hips thrust up trying to meet his. But the position he had arranged her in, limited her movements. Having one leg pinned to the bed, the other up in the air, left her centre quite vulnerable, every shift or movement she could feel the air blowing directly on her core, setting her abdomen on fire with want.

Hearing her cries, he decided he had teased her enough, and with one quick thrust, he was sheathed within her heat, her walls gripping his cock. He had to stop momentarily, because he was barely holding on by a thread. She was so tight in this position. Her spread legs was such a sight, and he swore he didn't know he could get any harder, but watching her whimper and squirm on the bed as he entered proved to be the hottest thing he had ever seen. Her hair was sprawled everywhere. And she was drop dead sexy.

"Do you feel that, Elena?" he grunts, bucking his hips, hitting the infamous g-spot, that she hadn't a clue had even existed till last night. Grappling her leg, he held it straight, and started pushing it back towards her, making the sensation between them tighter.

"Yes." she groans, a shiver visibly taking over her body, part by part. "Faster."

He was watching them, as they connected. Thrusting his hips forward, he set up a faster rhythm. The slapping sound of skin on skin resounding louder, spurring both of their moans. She was close. He could see that. A hand begins its route at her nipples tweaking and pulling at them. Massaging the breast slightly, he continues on his trail, his hand stopping at her stomach. Applying just the tiniest of pressure had her crying out, as the force was weighting on her sensitive nerves.

Feeling accomplished at having her finally scream, he began to finish this off, ploughing into her strongly as his hand finished his trail at her clit. Rubbing it furiously, she was crying with want, as everything began to take its toll on her. Hitting that one spot once again was the tip of the bucket, and she felt her insides explode as the sensation overflowed all over her body.

Panting heavily, she couldn't help as she closed her eyes, letting the feeling engulf her. She had never climaxed so hard. It was the most satisfying orgasm she had ever felt. The position adding to the sensory overload she had just experienced. She heard him grunt as he thrust into her one last time.

Relaxing her stretched leg, she curled it around his hip, pulling him down on top of her. He pecked her lips lightly before sinking down into the valley of her breasts. He let out a calm sigh as he placed his head upon her chest, listening to her racing pulse.

One of her hands had started running through his hair, scraping the wet strands that stuck to his forehead. Giggling at the sound he just made. She couldn't help but question it.

"Did you just purr?" she exclaimed, her fingers still coursing through his hair. When he didn't answer. "You did, didn't you?" she chuckles, lightly. "I think you're the kitten, Kitten."

She yelped slightly when he bit her nipple. "Well then we're a match." Smirking up at her, "How about we continue this in the bathroom?"

"Damon, how the fuck did you recuperate so fast?"

Flipping her over, he sits up, bringing her into his embrace. They are both upright.

"All you, Kitten." he replies, running a hand through her hair, before grasping her head and kissing her senseless. After settling a need, he pulls back slightly, her eyes are misted over with arousal and he can barely keep from attacking her right here and now. His hand trails down the ridges of her spine, which sends goosebumps all up her arms. "Now, what you say?" You, me and the bathtub?"

"You're on." she smirks

Lifting her up she catches a glimpse of the time as he carries her to the bathroom.

"Fuck, Damon. It's noon." she wiggles in his arms, dropping her to her feet, "My parents are going to kill me, I have to go to a freaking Lockwood party, which starts in an hour. Raincheck? " she rushes around picking her things, and he's left in the middle of the room, naked, watching her.

Grabbing her clothes she whooshes past him into the bathroom, and starts the shower. Feeling that his time with her has ended, he turns and starts to head to his clothes. He doesn't get very far when he hears her call out his name.

"You coming?" Sticking her head out from the bathroom, she grins, "I may not have time for a bathtub copulation but I'm sure we have some time for one last quick romp."'

"Remember Elena, you ask, I come." he smirks, before joining her in the shower.

This girl was going to be the death of him.

A/N Omgawd! I finally updated. I'm so sorry about the delay, I really thought I'd get this out by Sunday, but I forgot about Easter celebrations. And well, that day was long as hell, and when I finally got home I could barely put two words together.

Anyway I hope you like the addition. Can't wait for what's going to happen next? Who's going to call who first? Has Elena gone totally out of her mind? Stay tuned.

I have no idea when I'll have time to write the next chapter so please have patience with me, I'm in my 4th year of uni, and have a bunch of essays to write up and well after assignments comes finals. *sobs* My last assignment is May 16th so it could be a while, till an update.

Make sure to tell me ideas, for upcoming chapters.
Love you guys xoxo