Here you are! I intended for this chapter to be longer but I start writing and it closed up this way, so…

It is still DPOV. Next chapter will be very short and will be EPOV but don't miss it. because it is really really important for the storyline.

Thanks for all the lovely reviews and followers and sorry for the ones who wanted this to go differently…opss.

Chapter 8: Keep it simple

"You have a nice home" is the first thing that comes out of a very naked Elena laying on my chest after we ended up…somehow… on the couch in my living room. We have been silent for a couple of minutes, obviously none of us felt like talking until now.

"It is not mine. It is my family's" I answer quietly and notice that I have been stocking her hair for a while. What the hell? I am not a cuddly guy and I am sure as hell not a nice sweet guy so what is this I am doing?

"Your family lives here?" comes her shocked voice making me chuckle.

"Nope, just me"

"But, you grew up here?" She rises on her hands at each side of me and practically pushes her boobs in my face. Can't blame a guy for looking!

"…yeah…" I answer distracted.

"You are gonna agree with everything I say now, aren't you?" her voice is kinda of playful and I am sure she is giving me one of her cute glares but I still can't tear my eyes away from her perfect chest.

"…yeah…" I lick my dry lips as I see her nipples hardening under my gaze.

"Stop staring at my boobs, I am talking to you" she doesn't seem so amazed now but in her attempt of scolding she shakes her shoulders and my girls do a little dance for me.

"But you have cute boobs" I say in my defense and I give her a playful pout that I know she likes.

"Which you have got pretty familiar with, so will you stop?" She urges but I see a blush making its way to her lovely cheeks.

"Ah ah ah, not familiar enough, I still haven't introduced them to your favorite body part of me" I say with a smirk pushing her even more.

"Oh…You mean…You want to…my breasts?!" Now she reaches the point of stumbling and the blush is on full effect. I don't know who I enjoy more, wild uninhibited Elena or cute unnecessarily shy Elena.

"Yes, Elena. I want to fuck your cute tits, very much" I say slowly glancing up and meeting her eyes which are fully dilated and begging me to fuck her silly all over again. "If you will let me" I add running my fingers over her collar bone. She closes her eyes and let out a wanton moan that could make sexually disable man recover.

"So you haven't changed anything since you lived here as an adult?" She is looking anywhere but me now. Oh, I know that game.

"Nope, although Katherine wanted me to" I answer simply. "She got me so many catalogues, wanting to make the place more sexy and bachelor-like. I looked into it and I was going to do it but then I backed down. I thought it wouldn't feel like home anymore" I didn't see a point in turning my home into a bachelor pad. I hardly even bring girls here. My home is my personal space that I like to keep free of my whoring habits.

"You were right" She throws me one of her bright smiles. "I wouldn't change anything about it too. It is very homey" her smile twitches a little and I see a flash of sadness in her eyes. I am wondering what she is thinking and I realize just how little I know about her. Suddenly I am also wondering if she will leave without a clue like she does every time.

"Damon, what is it?" she pulls me out of my thoughts and she is looking me with a curious searching eyes.

"What do you mean?" I frown.

"Come on, Damon" She rolls her eyes adorably and stubbornly. "We have been fast friends even before all of this. If you think you can see through me, you don't think I can too?" I study her for a minute. Can she really see through me like I see through her?

"…well, I will be damned…" I sigh heavily deciding to come clean. "But what is this, Elena? I mean you can't just come and go and I know nothing about you or how to reach you" She drops her head and looks like she has the world weight on her shoulders which makes me frown a little. She places her head back on my chest effectively hiding her face from me.

"Yeah, right…look, Damon" She takes a deep breath and I didn't realize I was holding mine. "We both had just been tangled into very long and complicated relationships. Hell, my wedding were two months ago. So I was thinking that none of us is ready for anything serious yet. However, we can't deny this…attraction. So I thought we will keep it casual…"

"You mean it will be just sex?" I cut her off and couldn't control the laughter escaping my chest. I am surprised by the shyness of a woman who just asked me to 'Fuck her now' but still find it hard to say that she wants casual sex. "This whole speech was for that?"

"Shut up, you ass! That is new to me" She pinches my arm hard. She is kinda strong for being a little thing. "So, what do you think?"

"Okay"

"Okay?" She echoes with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah" I shrug but she keeps staring at me apparently waiting for some sort of explanation. Crap! I never had to explain myself to woman before. I just sex them up or dump them with no care for their 'feelings'. Now with this girl looking at me, I find myself hoping that I don't fuck this up. I sigh deeply. "Elena, the only relationship I have even had was Katherine, if you would call it that, so yes, if what you want is just sex, I am your head cheerleader" I grin widely.

"Good" She grins back and I high-five myself internally. A familiar phone ring echoes in the short silence." That is my phone" she announces and hops gracefully of my body to go search for her phone. I rest my head on my hand and lay on my side lazily enjoying the view of her cute ass when she bends to fish the ringing phone of her jacket on the floor. "Shit" she presses her lips when she looks at it. "I gotta go" She says sounding almost disappointed and starts searching for her clothes everywhere.

"Oh, no stay!" I groan and grape her hand pulling her to me. "I told them I won't be back to the hospital today, stay and let me fuck you some more" I place a mouth-open kiss on her wrist giving her a promising gaze which she seems to be falling for.

"Well it is a tempting offer" She leans closer to my face with a smile but once my grasp on her wrist loosens, she slips away in less than a second like a sneaky cat! "But…" She shrugs and winks at me.

"Fine" I roll my eyes, roll on my back with my hands behind my head and close my eyes.

"So you are just gonna sit like this?" She says waving a hand toward my naked body.

"If you can't resist, you can hop on. I am not stopping you"

"Damon"

"Elena"

She sighs and I hear her sitting on the chair beside the couch."I told myself that I can't be involved in anything, that I will just focus on my career now. That is also why I can't have anything serious. I can't afford drama" She explains and her words make me sit up immediately.

"Excuse me? You mean I am the drama source? That I bring drama into your life?" You have got to be fucking kidding me! "Last time I checked I wasn't the one who was crying his eyes out yesterday!" I snap rousing violently.

"I know, I shouldn't have cried on you" She drops her head. "I am sor…"

"Don't you dare apologize for that!" I cut her off. My eyes shooting fire at her and it doesn't take her more than a second to lose the guilty face and shoot back. That is better. I can deal with an angry Elena.

Oh, come on! You crave an angry Elena! You love to see the fire burning in her eyes. That is why you can't help push her buttons...

Shut up now. I am having a serious conversation!

"Then what do you want me to do?" She is up now and her face inches from mine. It shouldn't be that fucking sexy to see her angry eyes but it is. However, I am more interested in getting to the bottom of this bullshit!

Interesting…

Did I or did I not tell you to shut the fuck up?!

"Don't. Lie. To. Me." I say slowly and quietly. Fuck, I haven't used that voice since the ring fights in collage! It made the tougher men sweat and she doesn't even flinch! I would be in awe of her right now if I wasn't too busy being angry. "Why were you crying, Elena?" My tone is different however. I guess I couldn't keep my admiration of her from showing in my voice.

"That is none of your business!" She snaps, still not backing down.

"The hell it isn't!" I see her eyes starting to tear up. Oh, no. Don't cry! Don't fucking cry! It is like she hears my pleading as she closes her eyes obviously pushing the tears back. And I am an ass but I can't just let that go. "I thought we were fast friends before everything" I throw her words back at her hoping it doesn't fire back.

"it was…" She stops and clears her throat. Asshole, Salvatore, you are an asshole. "Just a writer block, my first one" She sighs and rolls her eyes tiredly. "It is silly. Just don't bother, okay?"

"Why? I know something about those things" I frown. "My brother thought he can write when he was a teenager and every now and then, he would double his normal brooding and tell me he has a 'writer block'" I smirk remembering teenager Stefan. I deserve an award for putting up with his constant mopping!

"Your brother is writer?" Her eyes widen and I see the tears disappearing. Yes!

"Nope, just thought he will be. Now he is studying law at Harvard" I roll my eyes recalling how my brother threw all his so called dreams in the trash just to please father. And he didn't even ask him to do it! Steffie is just a junkie for dad's proud smile. A smile that I never had the honor to receive.

"That is…crap! My shirt is all ruined, how am I going to go to work now?" She pouts adorably and effortlessly turning my mood around.

"You can always go without it" I wiggle my eyebrows at her and pick up her bra. "I bet the people at work will be happy to see your sexy bra" I let it hang from my index finger waving it in front of her face.

"Ha ha, very funny!" She snitches it of my hand. Pity! I was hoping she will let me keep it. "I am serious, Damon" She bends down and starts searching for something. How gives a fuck? Elena with only her black lace panties on her knees and hands, I will be sick if I don't even think about fucking her in that position! Probably with my hand buried on her silky hair pulling it with each thrust. Fuck me! "Where the hell are the buttons anyway?!"

"Somewhere. My bad!" also I am not even sorry. I would do it again, hell, I will do it again. I probably shouldn't tell her that, thou. She glares at me. "Come on, I hate buttons anyway!"

"And why is that?" She asks still looking furiously for her 'buttons'. It is not like she can saw them back now!

"They are not sex friendly but you know that already, don't you?" I answer trying and failing to distract her or maybe get her to rouse from this fuckable position before I snap or my dick crawl to her pussy all by himself but she is still hell bent on that! She is so damn stubborn. "Okay, wait here" I tell her before I disappear into my bedroom. I come back with one of my old almost not used white tank tops. After getting some sort of control over my hard on of course and successfully putting on pants. She is standing with a pout, now wearing her skirt and her bra and holding her ruined shirt in her hand giving it a mourning gaze. She glances up when I come in and eyes me suspiciously.

"What is that?" she asks mentioning to the shirt in my hand.

"One of my old shirts" I answer moving closer but she steps back with her hands up in air defensibly.

"Woah. You think I will wear a man shirt to work, are you insane?" Her eyes are wide and she keeps stepping back till her back hits the wall. I corner her loving the way I outline her body without touching her.

"Trust me" I say holding her eyes and a minute later she relaxes.

"Alright" She sighs.

"Arms up" She obeys and I slid the shirt over her head, my fingers slightly brushing her skin. "Turn around" I whisper, my voice is suddenly hoarse. Goddamn it! She turns slowly and I gather the excess material of the shirt and make a small knot in the back trying to avoid touching her again…or fucking her against the wall. She turns back to face me and as I look her up and down to examine my handwork, a groan escapes my lips. I cross the room tearing myself away from her and dropping on the couch with my head in my hands. I see her sexy bare feet moving closer to me, close enough to touch, to smell. She smells of Elena and me and sex and fuck I want more. Involuntary, my hands reaching to the back on her knees pulling her closer so I can bury my nose in my drug. She almost falls on me but she uses my shoulders for balance.

"Seeing you in this makes me want to fuck again!" I growl tugging the waistline of her skirt down with my teeth.

"I am not sure my body can take a…what? Fourth orgasm?"

"Fifth" I whisper while digging my tongue into her bully button. She tugs on my hair tilting my head up to meet her eyes.

"It is rude to count your gifts, Dr. Salvatore" She says in a playfully scolding voice. "And when you do a selfless act, you don't brag"

"You are certainly misguided, love. Watching you orgasm is hardly a selfless act "I stand up, my body pressed to her."Too bad you have to go, right?" I whisper against her parted lips.

"Right" comes her shaky response and she swallows. Hard.

"Give me your phone" I smirk bending to pick up her ruined shirt.

"What?" She shakes her head clearly confused. I resist the urge to tease her more. Poor little thing!

"Your phone, Elena" I repeat and she gives it to be immediately. I take it and dial my number. "Here" I give it back to her. "Now you have my number and I have yours" I step closer and help her put on her non-button shirt. "Call me when you miss me" I whisper against her neck and I feel her shiver.

"What are doing?" She asks clearly wondering why I am dressing her up in the ruined shirt.

"Didn't I tell you to trust me?" I wink and give her the jacket. "Put this on" I don't trust myself to be near her again without flipping out.

"…Okay" She puts it on and I pull her to the mirror near the door.

"So what do you think? Respectable enough, Ms…" Crap, I still don't know her last name.

"Gilbert…it is Elena Gilbert" She says straightening her skirt.

"What do you think, Ms. Gilbert?"

"I think I look like a Winchester!" She giggles.

"Who?" I frown.

"Never mind" She waves it off. "It looks great, Damon. Thank you so much" she turns to me and give me a peck on my check and I find myself smiling like an idiot…again. "Oh, Crap. I really gotta go now" She picks her purse and gives me a quick kiss before whispering against my lips. "Text me when you want to fuck me" and with a wink she is out of my door. I pick up my phone saving her number and sending her a text:

*Now?*

I throw it back on the couch and rub the back of my neck. I am left with two nagging questions.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

And who the hell is Winchester?

So, obviously that is gonna be one long ride, buckle up! I know that is for DEers and DEers are the toughest and most patient fans! Just to think about everything we went throw and survived. We always survive. I love you guys ;)

Any Supernatural fans here? Because there is gonna be more hints about that awesome show! Just a mention of it as a show Elena is seeing, no characters.

Next Chapter is the first real appearance of Christian, how is excited?

Not me! I am scared shirtless!

See you soon ;)