Hello, lovelies just like I said, very little will power, the smut chapter was finished and if I delayed posting it one more day, I may delete it in a moment of weakness. So, here it is…

Don't say I didn't take good advantage of the rating change ;) hence the very first word.

Chapter three: More than Chemical.

EPOV:

Fuck buttons.

I am so frustrated with the buttons of his shirt so I just rip it open hopping he won't mind. Honestly I don't care at this moment and obviously neither does he. I let my hand room his chest, then his abs. god, he is prefect and I can't get enough. His right hand cups my breast firmly while his thumb glazes the already hard nipple, making me arch my back with a groan. our lips part finally for the mere need for oxygen but his lips don't leave my skin. He turns to my neck making a trail from the back of my ear to the base of my neck, kissing, licking, nibbling and even slightly biting.

Shit, it feels so good.

I am panting, gasping and pulling at his hair. He finds my secret spot and nibble at it hard enough to make me moan and arch my back into him again. The move seems to draw his attention to another place as he reaches behind me and starts unzipping my dress. I sigh, finally, touch me please. I pull his head up roughly kissing him as a sign for encouragement but he doesn't need it. His hand is already rooming my back searching unsuccessfully for the clasp of my bra.

"In the front" I pull to whisper breathlessly against his lips. He sounds confused so I explain "The clasp…it is in the front" I add as I slip the straps of my dress off my arms desperate for his touch. He doesn't waste any time as he in one move he reaches between my breasts and unclasps my bra with a wicked smile on his face.

"Naughty" he murmurs into my neck as he makes a weird swift move when he ducks his head and my arms are wrapped around his neck again, my hands are tangled in my bra behind his head.

How the hell did he do that?

"it is for nobody. I just like them. They are easier" I explain but I don't think he is hearing. He gawks for a moment at my naked chest, his swollen lips are parted. I don't feel exposed or embarrassed, I feel sexy and beautiful. I tug his hair a little rougher than I intent to make his head titles back and up to meet my eyes. "You like what you see?" I ask with a voice that is not my voice. I have no idea what has getting into me but I don't care because I like it, in fact, I love it. His lips curl in a slow smirk but he doesn't answer me.

"Get rid of those for me" he titles his head back mentioning to the bra tying my hands but before I make a move to attempt untangling my hands, he ducks his head again and takes one of nipples on his mouth and tugs it. I groan at the sensation and instead of freeing my hands I dive them into his soft hair holding his head against my chest as he sucks my sensitive nipple. He bites it softly causing me to cry out and then he softens the bite with his warm tongue. He moves to the other breast giving it the same treatment while one of his hands works on the neglected one and his other hand is pressed to my back, fingers spread, holding me closer to his sinful mouth.

I can't take it any longer. I can feel the wetness between my thighs; my core is trembling, aching for release or even the slightest attention. I grind into his more than obvious erection desperate for any friction and he groans against my hard nipple sending waves of delicious vibration into my aching core. I grind into him again hard and roll my hips.

"Stop it or I swear I am gonna come in my pants" he growls and the words causes a wave of pleasure to run into my body. I don't think I can get any wetter.

"We wouldn't want that, would we?" I tease but my voice is husky and breathless betraying my pretended coolness. Fuck it. I free my hands and I reach for his belt unbuckling it with a supernatural skill, pull it out and throwing it behind me. I quickly unbutton and unzip and my prize springs up and into my waiting hand. Bingo!

He goes commando. Who is the naughty one now?

I run my hand up and down his length just one time before he breaks.

"Fuck" he growls in a sexy primal tone that makes me squeeze him automatically. He reaches under my dress and instead of taking off my panties he pushes them aside and run his fingers gently along my folds making me moan loudly.

"Damn it" he groans as he feels my wetness. "You are so wet, baby." He digs one finger inside me suddenly making me cry out. "Is that for me?" he wanders referring to my obvious arousal.

"Hmmmmm" I half nod-half moan. He withdraws his finger as quickly as he puts it in and stops. I open my eyes and glance at him. Oh, he is waiting for an answer.

"Who are you wet for?" he asks again firmly but a small smirk curving his lips says he is teasing me.

"You" I answer boldly, no trace of shyness or embarrassment. "I am wet for you" I add looking into his eyes, putting all the walls down, letting him see how much I want him. His eyes widen slightly and I feel his erection swell even more and twitch in my hand. He is so hard that I fear it hurts. He slips his finger back into me and his thumb starts drawing small circles on my swollen clit. One…two…three…four, he makes a come hither motion with his finger hitting my g-spot perfectly and I shatter. I let go of his erection out of fear of squeezing it too hard and grape his shoulder tightly as I cry out and rid my orgasm on his hand. In a quick move he removes his finger replacing it with his cock.

"God" I gasp at the fullness I suddenly feel. He fits perfectly into me, stretching my walls in all the right places. He hisses and stills. I try to roll my hips singling him to move but he holds my hips immobile.

"Just a sec" He breathes out panting. "I need a sec or I won't last"

"Okay" I answer and let myself relieve in the feel of him inside me. I have never done that before; just enjoy the way he fills me.

True to his words he takes a deep breath. "Ready?"

"Yeah" I nod and he lifts hips pulling almost all the way out and then thrusts hard back. The pleasure is incredible. He suddenly stills inside me and curses under his breath.

"What?" I ask wanting to sound frustrated but it comes out desperate.

"Condom" he explains, his voice tight. Obviously trying to maintain control over himself.

"I am on birth control" I announce and grape his head kissing him just because I feel like it. I start bouncing on him, setting up my own rhythm. He relaxes again and starts meeting my thrusts powerfully. I go faster and harder feeling all kind of powerful and free. He lets go of my mouth and start kissing every spot he can reach on my body, my neck, my shoulder, my collar bone. I feel out of control, alive and beautiful…and I feel like a goddess.

"Shit" he growls as my sex clenches him singling the first wave of my second orgasm and his fingers tighten on my hips thrusting harder and deeper.

"Oh my god" I scream out loud as my orgasm takes over my body. I rid his body at the waves of my earth-shattering orgasm. I dig my hand deeper into his shoulder; my nails biting into his skin so hard that I am afraid I may draw blood.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" he groans. Finally, he grasps my hips in a death grape, thrust deep and he starts emptying himself inside me as I milk him dry. He pulls me in a searing deep kiss, mixing our screams. When we are finished he pulls back and buries his head into my neck breathing hard. He presses a heart-shatteringly tender kisses to my shoulder as his hands runs up and down my almost naked back.

"You think you can stand now?" a few moments later he whispers softly into my ear while he tugs my earlobe with his teeth.

"I...I don't know" because my legs feel like O-jelly.

"Come on. I will help you" he says wrapping his hands around my waist to lift me up gently. Shit, yes, I should have stood earlier since we are finished. Instead I just sat there making him uncomfortable, maybe he is not into cuddling. I feel ridiculous.

"Sorry" I murmur as I feel my checks heat in embarrassment. I step back and start lowering the hem of my dress. Somehow I ended up with my dress around my waist, my upper body completely naked and my panties socked.

"What are you doing?" he asks confused as he stands up. Damn it, he looks hot. His black shirt is hanging open leaving his chest and abs for me to appreciate. His hair is messed up and tossed in different direction and my fingers are responsible. The faint light of the candles playing on his pale skin making it glow. He looks like a dark prince who just came out of one of those erotic novels. I lick my lips involuntary. "I am not done with you yet" he adds seriously as if he is talking about work or global warming! And my heart skips a beat at his words.

"Strip" he orders, his eyes darker than it has ever been. What does he want? A floor show or something? Slowly he shrugs his shirt and let it fall behind him on the coach and just then I know he is serious.

Shit, what is he planning?

I reach for my dress's hem again and start pulling it up. His eyes are holding mine, heated and intense. Crap, I want him again. I rib my dress above my head and throw it somewhere unknown as he kicks his shoes and socks and then he lowers his pants and steps out of them. Both of us are not paying much attention to what we are doing but focusing on the other. He stands there in all his naked glory and I am drinking him in shamelessly. Every inch of him is beautiful, his legs and thighs are muscular and slightly hairy, his 'Willy' looks impressive even in his resting state, his happy tail up to his bully button, his abs are prominent but not in the over-muscular way, in the lean smoothly hard way, his chest has a light dark hair, his collar bone, his shoulder, his strong jaw and finally his face. He is cocking his eyebrow at me expectantly and I remember that I still have my panties on. Opss.

I pull the waistband of my panties letting it fall to the floor and then step out of them. He just stands there like I did; drinking me in and I let him. He licks his lips and then bite his bottom one as his eyes rooms my body hungrily. Fuck, if he keeps looking at me like this, I swear I will come again while standing here and make a fool of myself. A moment later, he steps closer to me and stroke my check with the back of his fingers. The gesture is surprisingly affectionate; you don't do that in a one-night stand fuck. I figure I don't mind it. In fact, I like it.

"You are so beautiful" he looks so sincere that I don't think he is giving a compliment, just stating a fact that he believes. He sighs softly and let his fingers brush my checks, my lips, my chin. Eventually, he cups my face and pulls me for a sweet gentle kiss that is first for us. We are both standing completely naked, kissing in a completely non-sexual way. He pulls back oh-too soon and smiles a shy sweet smile that I immediately adore.

"Lay down" he says softly and hell I will follow him anywhere, do anything if he keeps talking and looking at me like this. The room doesn't have a bed so I lower my body to the Persian rug on the floor and find it unexpectedly comfortable. He sinks down on his knees and I am too busy admiring his easy grace to care that I am completely naked and exposed lying on the floor.

"Comfortable?" he asks while he brushes his fingertips along my clave.

"I am prefect" I answer too quickly, trying to hide the effect his mere touch is having on me.

"Hell yes! You are prefect" His eyes rooms my naked body. He places his hands on my ankles. His grip is loose but involuntary I open my legs and I hear him chuckle, his eyes dancing with mischief. I glare at him.

"Patience, love" he teases as he lets his hands run slowly up my claves to my thighs, my hips, my sides, my arms, my shoulders and then back down to my breasts, my stomach, my belly button, my navel, my thighs again and back to my foot. His touch feels heavenly although he doesn't linger at my breast or go to my promised land. He is not touching to arousal, he is touching to memorize. He is treating my skin equally, like every inch is just as important as the other. The revelation leaves me feeling like a goddess all over again, even though I am not the one taking control now. When he reaches my feet I half-expected him to ask me to roll on my stomach so he can give my back the same treatment and although it may be a little uncomfortable, I know I won't hesitate if he asks.

Instead, he bends and bites my big toe in each foot playfully but surprisingly arousing. "Open wide, Love. Let me taste you" he grins at me causing me to giggle automatically. "I am gonna kiss every inch of your body" he deadpans. And my giggles fly out of the window.

And man, he does well in his word. That is exactly what he does until I am squirming under him begging for release all over again. I have half mind of just grapping his head and riding his mouth into my oblivion but before I snap he finally positions his head facing my promised land but instead of going straight for the kill, he blows gently at my heated sex sending shivers through my spine. After a moment that was so long for my taste he runs the tip of his tongue quickly from my asshole up to my clit just once causing my hips to jerk up involuntary.

"Down, tiger" he chuckles and places his hand finger spread on my stomach holding me down. "We are just getting started" he adds seductively, his blue eyes dancing with the glee of a five-year old boy playing his favorite game except it is far away from innocent glee. I breathe deeply and try to relax my muscles. Just lay down and absorb the pleasure, I repeat to myself over and over again as he drives me crazy with his mouth but once he starts fucking my sex with his tongue I lose the battle of wills and let my fingers sink into his hair riding his tongue. He doesn't seem to mind judging by the moan that vibrated from his throat to my sex magnifying my pleasure.

"Fuck…Shit… that feels…" I am losing my vocabulary and my eyes roll back in my head when he digs two fingers inside me with his lips and tongue working on my clit. I am fucking dying. I am going to die. Finally the building pleasure resolve into a body wrecking orgasm whose waves seems to go on forever. Suddenly he pulls his tongue and his hands from me.

"Let's see how flexible that sexy body can be" Before I get to protest, still on his knees between my open legs, he slides his hands under my shoulders to my back, my behind, the back my thighs, lifting my legs to wrap them around his neck. He slams his super hard cock inside my still orgasming core. My walls squeeze him hard dancing to the waves of my non-stop orgasm. That position is so tight, it almost hurts but it feels oh-so good to give it up. He starts thrusting into me immediately; his rhythm is unforgiving, hard, deep and fast. It is almost impossible considering how a tight fit we are in this position but possible considering my wetness. I hook my ankles behind his neck and meet his thrusts with an equal favor.

"Holy shit" his eyes are shut tight. "Baby, you are so tight. You feel so goo..." he doesn't finish as he hisses when I clench him tightly again. I am not doing it; I think I am still orgasming considering that intense pleasure rocking my body. The sound of our breathing and flesh slapping into flesh is filling the room. His heavy balls are slapping ass lightly with each powerful thrust. My hand has a mind of its own as it reaches and cubs his balls firmly.

"Holy mother of god! Who are you, woman?" he says in one ragged breath and starts rubbing my swollen clit gently. It is so sensitive that I cry out the moment he touches it and the waves of pleasure won't stop.

"I…I can't stop…can't stop coming" Talking seems like a real effort now. And forming sentences is much harder. He runs his hands up and down my legs but he doesn't stop thrusting into me. I feel my legs starting to ach but the position is too good to complain. He turns his head and place a tender kiss on my ankle before unhooking my legs and lowering them so they rest around his hips. He bends down to snitch my lips in a deep passionate kiss while he slides his hands under me and lift me up with him, never losing his rhythm for one second. Now, we are nose to nose, chest to chest. The new position is just as tight as the previous one but it is so intimate that I close my eyes.

"Open your eyes" he growls, his control beginning to slip. My eyes fly open and the look in his eyes is so intense, so intimate but I can't look away again, I feel like he is undressing me all over again, diving into me in every way, daring me to resist his crashing invading. I am hooked; his eyes are the most memorizing thing I have ever seen. His lips brushes mine slightly as he whispers "Keep them open" He takes my mouth in another kiss and even though my mind hasn't yet to process his request, my eyes are still wide open. My body seems to obey him even when I don't. The thought scares me a little so I push it away. We are kissing, all tongue and teeth, eyes open while he bounds into me. The sensations are something out of this world. I roll my hips with a grind earning myself a low groan from him and wrap my hand around his neck kissing him like no tomorrow, letting everything I feel show in the kiss. My walls are all down.

After a lot of cursing, kissing and screaming, he collapses on his back with me laying on his chest in a sweaty panting mess. Our legs are still tangled in a not so comfortable way but I am too gone to care now. When I finally rearrange my raging breathing, I try to roll over but he just holds me tighter and kisses my temper.

"You cold?" he asks while gently nuzzling my forehead with his check. His stubbles are one-day old and it feels good against my skin.

"Uh uh" I answer shaking my head lightly.

"Hmmm" Still, he keeps running his hands up and down my back, his thumb stroking my spine in a comforting way. I nuzzle his chest with my face involuntary and his light chest hair tickles my skin causing me to shiver. My lids feel heavier than ever and I feel myself slipping into oblivion.

"You awake?" I think I hear him whisper but my mind is foggy so I am not sure then I feel a low chuckle vibrating his chest and a soft mattress being tucked around our tangled bodies.

A whispered "Goodnight" is the last thing I hear followed by a tender light kiss on my forehead.

Goodnight, Stranger. Is my last thought before I travel to the land of dreams.

DPOV:

The sunlight hits my face arguing me to open my heavy lids but I am not going to. My lips curve into a smile involuntary as I remember the dream I had last night. I meet a girl but she wasn't just any girl. She is a phenomenal. And it wasn't her alarming beauty or her sexy alluring halo that pulled me in most as it was her eyes.

Damn those eyes.

No, she wasn't a dream. She was real.

The girl has eyes that make you able to read her like a book and just when you think you know what you are doing there, you get lost. She got me thinking in a moment that I figured her out and then she surprises the hell out of me in the next moment. She seems like the typical nice girl, kind, compassionate, gentle and naïve but in the inside…she is something else. I can almost see the fire glowing inside of her, aching to be let out; I did see a glimpse of it every time she gets a little feisty. She could be fierce, bold, and passionate only if she manages to shake out the sand she buried her fire under. Was it her who buried it? Or him?

The thought of him makes me surprisingly feeling sick so I push it out of my mind. I just met the girl last night and now I am getting jealous of the mere thought of her ex. What did she do to me?

Well, that is one loaded question. Because she did plenty.

But first she got me laughing and joking without a care in the world although when I walked into that bar I had every intention of drowning myself in whisky and passing out eventually. She got me forgetting all my crap and focusing on hers. She got me caring and ditching my self-destructive plan for her. To give her an escape, because she needed it. I knew it. That is the thing with her, I can just look at her and know what she needs and then have that persistent urge to give her whatever she desires.

Because come on, how can you even begin to try to resist those wide doe eyes? It is almost cruel how compelling they are.

But most of all the girl had me blabbing and talking about my feelings in a way I never did with anyone _not when I am sober, and I was sober last night_ and what's worse is that I wanted to. It is like I couldn't resist her questioning eyes, all my walls, all my guards were down, conquered, beaten and defeated. Helpless, yet the king of my own world.

The girl…

Shit, I don't even know her name yet!

We have been a little too busy last night. I chuckle as I remember how she almost passed out on me _ not because of the alcohol, only dear ol' me_. God, she made me remember the good days of my college years, my stamina was a novelty back then, well is a novelty considering last night. I finally open my eyes lazily, hoping to get a good replay after I ask her about her name…or before. When my eyes adjust to the room light, I glance around the room and realize there is no one but me.

I feel my heart sinks.

Maybe it really was a dream. I shake my head, no, it was real. I know it was. God, I can still taste her on my lips, she was real. Where the hell did she go? A small paper on the table catches my eyes and hope creeps into my chest. Well, she did leave a note after all. I reach up to grape it because last night we ended up on the wooden floor…somehow. The thought brings a smirk to my face which falls and is replaced by a frown when I read the note, it only includes one word, no signature, no phone number, just one four lettered word.

Fate

Opsss…here goes the morning after! And they don't know each other names yet so we didn't get to hear Elena screaming Damon's name sorry but it serves my plot. I don't want them to have any way to find each other, not even a way to try. The only thing that tied them is that place and the only thing that could get them together again is fate.

Soooo, who needs a cold shower?! I know I do because dammit that was hot! in my mind at least, Idk how if I delivered it right but the picture of Elena laying naked in a Persian rug while Damon's run his hands along her body! Okay, cold shower needed!

A/N: I didn't want Elena comparing ANYTHING with Christian! In this night she thought of Damon and only Damon. Christian will have his moment and I will let you guys decide if you would like to read about Elena having sex with Christian. The differences will be clear but I am not gonna compare their dicks size! Just the way Elena feels with each one of them ;)

You, the FSOG fan! I see you and you are yelling that Christian is a god in bed! I know that, in fact, I depend on that! It is not about feeling good physically, it is about feeling good emotionally and mentally. So don't get mad if Christian comes out a little bit of a manipulative possessive selfish psychopath…just a little

I don't hate Christian! But when talk about using sex to get what you want, Christian is a Master _pun intended_.

I want to say, to prove that Delena is not all about sex! Delena is understanding, love, trust, protection. Delena is about taking care of your partner, standing by their side, and giving up your happiness for them.

That is Delena! And That is how we rule!

*Delena feels*