"What are you doing!" Elena shrieks through a giggle, biting her lip to keep quiet.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Damon sneers, beating his odds against her.

Elena's hands were in the middle of swiping some chocolate sauce off one of the shelves in the lonely isle of the grocery store, scrambling around when Damon came up behind her, his hands deciding to swipe something else.

"Damon, we're in a grocery store! Wait til we get outside or something." Elena gasps, jumping away from him but his free hand wraps around her and pulls her back, lips dropping to the back of her neck, scruff brushing against her.

"But this is so much more fun." He whispers in her ear, pulling them both back against the wall, in a way hiding themselves from passerbyers and dipping his fingers lower into her pantieless shorts, lightly stroking her clit, "You know the rules, Elena."

Now he decides to play by the rules, she thought.

Her head jumps from one end of the isle to the other, no one is around, well, none around them at least. They passed some people a few isles down but they probably weren't gonna be coming down this way. Hope is a dangerous thing.

She lost her balance at one point, her legs wobbling and giving away from the shocking sensations brooding through her but she quickly brought herself back up.

Damon knew how to work the volume. He knew far too well how to keep her quiet or make her moan loud and proud if he wanted to, and he teased that.

Hitting the right spots, Elena bit back a hard moan, she quickly went red, her face held a bright blush in hopes no one could hear them and every time she pulled her hand to her mouth to stop herself, Damon pulled it back down.

"I want you to come, right here, and I want to hear you." His voice rough, switching it up and inserting two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out fast and hard.

"Damon-" She's so passed pulling away or pushing him off now, she drops her hand to his and moves with him, showing him how she wants it.

A smirk crosses his lips as her noises become louder but she tries her hardest to choke them back. He was surprised her mouth wasn't bleeding with how hard she was biting back.

"Let go, baby. Don't hold back." He tells her again.

Well, fuck.

Her head falls back, mouth drops open and Damon knows, he can feel it, the thrill of getting caught was more than a turn on for them. Quickly bringing his free hand up, he closes it over her mouth, her noises faint, moans and whimpers muffled by him as she releases onto him. Of course he wasn't going to let the world hear her, only he was allowed to hear those wonderful noises that only he could pull out of her.

"That wasn't so bad now was it?" He slides his hand out of her shorts slowly, just barely grazing over her clit and slides them up to her mouth, "Taste it." He demands.

Elena welcomes his fingers into her mouth, licking up the juices she left behind on him. A smug smile finds its way onto his lips as she turns around to face him, lowering his hand and leaning in to place a kiss to his peached lips.

It's like hot potato, only with an orgasm.

"Mmm.." Elena moans softly, brushing a hand through her hair, finding her way back to reality.

Their original task finally coming back into view as Damon reaches around and picks up the chocolate sauce and tosses it into the cart.

"That could come in handy for later." He raises his eyebrows at her.

Memories flash, breaking through the barrior of one of their 'experimental' times together of Damon pouring chocolate sauce on a naked Elena and licking up every drop off her body. Sure, they were drunk, but there was not one regret of that night. They haven't done it since but it was no secret the thought was in play for the both of them.

She can't help but giggle, "Yes, yes it could."

After paying for their items, Elena realized she forgot something. Telling Damon to go ahead, she would catch up with him outside. Every time she came here she would always grab some of her favorite chocolate, they didn't have it anywhere else and regardless of Damon always being against it, being a health nut and all, she ignored him.

She ran down the familiar isle and swiped a couple of them, wasting no time in sprinting back to the counter. All she wanted was to get out of there, to get back to Damon. Compelling everyone in front of her to let her through, sharing a few laughs with the cashier as she was bagging her stuff and then making her way out the door and to the car.

As she gets closer to the car her smile fades when she sees he's not there, or anywhere for that matter.

"Damon?" She calls for him - nothing.

It's not like she could let herself in the car to wait for him, it was locked and he had the keys. And besides Elena, the car was his baby.

"Give me all your money!" She suddenly hears a voice behind her, hands grabbing her. Nearly jumping out of her skin from the surprise of it all she drops her bags, extracts her fangs in defense and spins around ready to go, only to realize it's her boyfriend.

"You're an ass." She glares, sinking her fangs back in and releasing her clenched fists from his shirt.

Damon frowns, "How unfortunate." he replies, pinching both sides of his shirt and lifting it up, looking down at the newly made holes in it that she unknowingly struck.

Her eyes follow and she bites her lip nervously when she sees her own doing.

"Well that's not a problem." She smirks, gripping both sides of his shirt and ripping it open, buttons flying every which way. "There, solved." She continues, panning up and down his body.

"Well if that's not a problem," He raises his eyebrows, seductively trailing his fingers up to the crook of her cleveage friendly t-shirt and ripping it open, "Then I guess that isn't either." He teases.

The purple lace of her bra peaking out of her half torn shirt.

The sunlight dimmering down now as afternoon fades into evening, the parking lot empty aside from one or two cars parked ways away from them.

Elena still wasn't over their earlier rendevue, and if it was any indication neither was Damon.

The fire inside her sending shockwaves all throughout her body, burning, needing, longing for his touch, she just couldn't get enough.

Distractions getting the best of her she quickly found herself backed up and pinned against the car with nowhere to go. Not that she would.

Inspecting the parking lot for any wandering eyes, confirming they were safe.

Almost everyone had left.

Her shallow breaths magnify. His lips on her neck drive her to new high.

The darkness settling in on them, as if they're hidden under the moonlight, invisible.

He stops, unlocking the doors of the camaro and ripping the rest of her shirt off, pulling her into him with a hard kiss before they climb into the backseat.

Closing the door behind them, they hopped into the back of the camaro. Not giving Damon any time to even properly get comfortable, she grabs the open collar of his shirt and pulls him down next to her, reaching one leg over him and pulling herself on top of him, settling into his lap.

"Much better." She heaves a breathy sigh.

Damon smirks, the sound just barely reaches him with how low it is but her voice alone was clue enough that she wasn't playing any games.

Her hands still fixed on his shirt, she pushes it off his shoulders and tosses it in the front seat, grazing her hands down his half naked body and unbuckling his belt as their lips meet again.

Snaking the belt out of the loops, she tosses it wherever it would land. The search for their clothes afterwards would be a mess but neither of them cared about that.

Lips attached, tongues entwined, Elena began slowly rocking her hips against him, feeling his member extend in it's confined prison, pressing into her.

Damon's hands tore through the rest of her shirt, exposing the purple lace bra that somehow sent him in a small frenzy. All he could think about was the matching thong she had bargained along with it while they were shopping, not so much able to wear it anymore from the fact that he had destroyed them by ripping them off of her with his teeth the first day of having it.

The thought made him chuckle against her lips, causing Elena to pull back, but still fidgeting with his pants, "What are you thinking about?" She asks.

"Just the not-so-matching-anymore underwear that goes with.. this." He slips his fingers underneath her bra clasp that sits in the front rather than the back and snaps it open, her breasts jiggling away in front of his eyes, only his are still on hers.

"Ah, yes. Those." She bites her lip, as if her own memory of that night comes flashing back. "I barely got to wear them for more than an hour." She puts on a fake frown, swiping her index finger under his chin while holding his gaze.

"Well you managed to stain them to the point of no return, so what was the harm?" He replies, pinching the straps in between his fingers and folding them down her shoulders, coming to a hault at her elbows.

She shakes her head, playfully slapping him as she lets her bra fall the rest of the way.

Hearing a click as she finally manages to bust through the button of his jeans, Elena slides her hand inside and takes his member in her hand, gently stroking him.

They manage to hold their longing, needy looks well but here's no hiding the smirk that lingers on his lips as Damon watches Elena writher on top of him.

"I want it." She whispers into his ear.

Nails harshly trailing down the front of her body, leaving marks in its wake, his hands fall to her waist and grip each side of her shorts, Elena leans back and arches herself slightly, assisting him as he pulls them off.

Ask and you shall receive, he thought.

Their foreheads fall together as Elena lifts herself up, positioning herself and pushing down slowly onto his hard member and they finally become one. With each sway of her hips she pushes against him harder.

Hands resting on her hips, he slides them up to her back and without warning, shifts himself, rolling over and pinning her down on her back as he gets on top of her.

The thirst for control, for dominance, was never too far behind them.

Elena welcomes his weight on top of her, reaching down in between them and pushing his pants off the rest of the way.

Skin to skin, there was nothing separating them anymore.

She looked up at him, her eyes practically pleading. Grasping a hand around his member once again she leads him to her entrance.

"Please.." She whimpers. Damon hovers over her with a smirk, teasing the head of his member up and down her slit. The amount of teasing was unbearable, especially since he had already been inside of her.

"Do you deserve it?" He coaks, his voice taunting.

She nods her head incoherently, her silent pleas urging him to victory as he plunges into her with an exceeding thrust. He needed this as much as she did but he knew to not dare admit defeat.

He takes her wrists in his hands and traps them down into the seat, but his restraints were no match for her as much as her neck was no match for his fangs as he sinks them deep into her skin.

He wasn't going to get the upper hand any more than he was already, she thought. She rips her hands free of his and closes them around him, nails digging into his back.

The intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain burned through both of them while they both grew weaker, but the pace of Damon's thrusts increased immensely with each helping of blood he drained. Elena's quiet moans magnified into screams. His blood stained lips pressing against hers in a rough, passionate kiss.

Slowly regaining her strength, the ability to overthrow him is put to the test, extending her reach and flipping them over, thrusting her hips in sync with his.

The reflection of the street lights flare through the fogged up windows, relishing in the spark of their fantasies.

"Is that all you got?" Damon challenges, hands in their original place on her hips.

"Is that a challenge?" Elena raises her eyebrows, quickening her pace and leaning down to him, scraping her fangs along his skin and licking up the blood in her path as she watches him heal.

Damon's grunts and the desperate gasps for breath as his mouth drops open are enough for her to continue as she arches her back and pushes onto him more roughly.

She presses her lips gracefully to his, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and pulling outwards before snapping back. The smallest grunt telling her she's doing her job right.

From underneath, he shifts himself a little bit, enough to get a better edge, propping her up slightly and giving it all he's got.

As she tightened up around him, it felt amazing. She was so close, so was he. They fell together perfectly, which only made it that much better. "Damon!" She called out, his name sounding like a song on her tongue. One he wanted to hear over.. and over again.

Her blood boiling inside of her, Elena pushes harder. The last few pumps sending immense pleasure through her entire body and straight to her core, the fire flowing through her veins, erupting onto him. There's no such thing as gentle with them.

The pressure from hers sent Damon into his own frenzy. Her hands resting on his chest felt like they were clawing their way to freedom, his on her hips almost breaking through the skin.

The intensity between them crying out into the night.

They lay quiet with each other for a moment before Damon speaks up, "I think I need a drink.." He huffs with a laugh.

Elena's head comfortably resting on his chest, that is until he starts laughing and his chest starts bouncing, along with her head, causing her to laugh as well.

"Me too." She replies, pulling herself up and rummaging the car for their clothes.

"Let's go to The Grill." He suggests.

"We may need to stop at home really quick. I can't exactly go to The Grill with no shirt now can I?"

"You could but it wouldn't work out too well."

Going in to playfully slap him, Damon grabs her hand mid swing and pulls her into him, placing a soft kiss to her lips and then loosening his grip.

Point Salvatore.

Grabbing the clothes that were still able to be worn, they put them on and hopped into the front seat, Damon started the car and they were off.

2 hours later.

Elena enters The Grill alone, Damon, unfortunatley, had to take care of some business at home and told her to go ahead and he would show up later.

She slides into their usual booth and orders two burgers, not knowing how long the wait would last but just as well knowing if she had to she could probably eat Damon's and he could just order another one if it came down to it. The thought of shoving so much food inside her was nauseating, even if she was a vampire and could always make room for more, sometimes it just didn't happen.

"Two? You must be hungry." She hears a familiar voice behind her.

Looking up she catches eyes with Matt, who snakes the seat beside her, originally for Damon.

"Very funny. It's for Damon." She cocks her head with a quirky smile.

"Damon, huh? Are you sure you're not just using that as an excuse to stuff your face?"

"Matt.."

"I'm kidding, chill. Gotta get back to work."

They hug and he stands up, making his way back behind the bar and tending to the customers

Where the hell is Damon?

Sucking down her first glass of water didn't help anything either. Need to pee. Need to pee. Need to pee. It wasn't long before Elena stood up and sprinted towards the bathroom.

Emerging from one of the stalls happily, there was no better feeling than an empty bladder. She stands in front of the mirror, splashing water in her face to cool herself down.

Not a minute later the bathroom door swings open causing Elena to gasp, she spins around and comes face to face with a mysterious man in black.

"When did you get here?" She quickly calms down, asking him confused.

"A few minutes ago." Damon responds, holding his stance in the doorway.

"And how did you know where I was?"

"Booth in the back. Two uneaten burgers. Empty glass. Didn't take a genious to figure it out, Buffy." He pauses. "I also may have asked Matt."

Elena's furrowed brows fade into a half smile as she looks him up and down.

Damon walks towards her slowly, backing her up until she was against the wall, his body pressing to hers.

His hand falls against the wall as he leans closer into her, swiping his tongue over her ear. "So, come here often?" He teases.

Elena can't help but laugh as he leans out with a smile and she turns to face him, trying to contain her laughter, "You're such an idiot." Grabbing onto the collar of what is now the second shirt he's had to change into today, she pulls him in and claims his lips.

"I missed you." He groans into her mouth as Elena grips his shirt tighter and pushes off, pinning him against the opposite wall.

"Oh yeah? How much?" She whispers roughly.

"Let me show you." He replies in a hush. The tone of his voice sends her eyes darting back into her head.

Elena pulls her hands away and they quickly hurry into the last bathroom stall.

The door locks behind them and she finds herself back against the wall, they exchange cute smiles before their lips connect in a fit of hot, rough, passion.

Practically forcing herself to detach from his lips, she shimmies her shirt up and over her head, tossing it in Damon's face before he throws it to the ground. Snaking her thumbs inside her cute little mini skirt, she extends the sides out and drops it to her ankles, kicking it to the side.

Being that it was only hours since they last saw each other, the fire was just itching to be lit once more as Damon began pressing open mouthed kisses along her jawline and down to her neck, biting down hard on that sweet spot.

Elena's hands grasp onto his shoulders for dear life to keep herself up, god knows her legs are just seconds away from giving with how well Damon knew his way around her body.

Practice makes perfect. Although he never needed practice.

So many thoughts racing through her mind, unable to hold onto just one as his lips, tongue, teeth claim her body, his fingers dropping between her legs and teasing her clit lightly.

Imprints of her nails began to seeth into his arms, managing a second to even organize her thoughts, Elena pushes off the wall and whooshes him onto the closed toilet seat, arms around his neck, hips rocking against him. She needed it.

But in the midst of her plan, Damon catches her, abusing his vamp speed and spinning her around, pushing her back to the wall, this time she was facing it.

He brushes her hair behind her ear to get a clear shot, "I thought I said let me show you." He whispers.

"I'm sorry." She replies.

Damon unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to his ankles, in a way copying her. With the head of his member resting against her entrance now, he began to tease her more, stroking it back and forth and over her clit causing her body to twitch.

His fingers tracing small lines up and down on her back, making their way up her shoulders and into her hair, grabbing as much into a ponytail and pulling her head back into him so she could listen.

"You're going to do everything I tell you to do" He tells her, his voice a low growl.

Elena smirks, "And what if I don't?"

He reaches a hand around her neck and slowly tightens his grip, the air being sucked out of her, "You don't, you get punished."

An involuntary moan escapes her at his response and she nods.

He positions her to his liking, arching her back out a little bit and pushing up, entering her gently. Elena chokes back a small gasp as he begins to thrust.

"Tell me you're mine, Elena."

She smiles at his demand. "I'm yours, Damon" she moaned quietly.

"You're what?" he says again, slowing down his pace, teasing her.

"I'm yours!" she cries louder, trying her hardest not scream.

"Good girl" he replies in approval, giving her ass a nice smack and increasing his thrusts harder and faster at every turn, Elena's moans getting louder through each one.

The earlier stresses of her body weakening her as her walls begin to clench and his body writhes at the tightness forming around his member.

"Fuck, Elena, you feel so good on me!" he groans, his other hand falling against the wall to maintain his balance.

"You feel so good in me!" she encourages, lifting her leg up higher to the wall, giving him a better and deeper path, one he was more than willing to take.

Close to letting go, voices suddenly fill the room. Damon's hand is quick to cover her mouth, muffling her sounds. Slowing his pace down, his thrusting more gentle now, he brushes the hair out of her face and softly nibbles on her ear.

"Can't have you screaming and giving us away." He leans in and whispers into her ear, "Or do I have to punish you, baby?"

His words were like a trigger; a ticking time bomb. Elena refused to let whoever those people were ruin the moment. If she couldn't say it, she was sure as hell going to show it. Her hands hit the wall hard as if she were on a mission and pushed herself onto Damon, her moans disguised by deep, heavy breaths under his palm.

They listen as the door opens and slams shut, the voices stopped and they were alone again. Damon takes his hand away from Elena's mouth and she exhaled a hard breath.

"Come for me, Elena." he tells her, picking up his pace once more.

Holy shit.

The rumbling of the fire settled in her stomach, waiting for approval to bust through and send them over the edge and into oblivion got it's wish as it flowed through Elena's body, causing her to bite down on her lip hard, blood dripping down her mouth as she released onto him.

The tightness of her and the intensity of her orgasm cracked Damon like a whip and he spiraled just as hard. It was a miracle they were still standing.

Damon falls to the wall beside her and slides down, resting on the cold floor and she follows his lead.

Through heavy breaths, Damon reaches his hand around and caresses her cheek, his index finger sliding under her chin and turning her to face him, meeting her with a soft kiss to her lips.

She smiles, "This is fun."

Damon nods, "Now let's grab our burgers and go home so I can find out how I'm going to fuck you next."

"Deal." She replies with a breathy laugh as they pull themselves up off the wall and gather their clothes.

"Babe!" Elena hears Damon call from upstairs.

Elena, laying on the couch in just one of Damon's t-shirts that fall just above her knees, jumps up and hurries into their bedroom only to see a naked Damon sprawled out on the bed.

"What are you doing?" She giggles, leaning in the doorway.

"Come here." He tells her.

Intrigued, she enters the room and slowly makes her way towards the bed. No idea what he's doing or what he has planned, if anything.

She stands at the edge of the bed and asks again. Before she knows it, she's on her back with him on top of her.

"Damon-" She gasps.

"Ah ah ah.." He shushes her, placing one finger to her closed lips, "You're gonna have to get used to this."

Raising an eyebrow confused, she still doesn't understand.

Damon pulls out a piece of paper from the side table and opens it for her, he started early. She overlooks the words on the paper and purses her lips.

M

Missionary

"One of the less kinky kinks, but I can still show you what I'm made of." He smirks, "And you know I can."

A slight blush creeps onto Elena's face. Yes she does.

*Review for next chapter*

Hope you guys enjoyed it! I tried some of the suggestions I got, would love to know what you think :)

I'm open to suggestions as well.

Thinking about switching it up a little bit next, let's see how it plays out.