Author's notes: Here it is! My second story in this series of one shots. It's more intense than the last one but still not rated m. Here's another reminder to comment any story requests! My PMs don't work I apologize. Anyway here's the story;)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the TVD or it's characters.

Warnings: Sexiness;)

Info: Elena's a vampire, Jenna's alive, Stefan and Elena have broken up, and it's in its own time frame.

Fighting Practice

Elena let out a groan. This was the tenth mile Damon had made her run! Racing through the woods on a trail (if you could call it that) wasn't what she had anticipated when she had asked Damon to train her to fight. Elena had expected.. you know, stakes and karate moves. Not that she had much experience to back it up, since her base knowledge about fighting came from movies and really crappy tv shows. She sighed again. Damon probably has a point behind all this running. But that doesn't make it suck any less.

Elena trotted down the path, ducking under branches and jumping over debris at a human pace. Damon had specifically ordered her to not use her vampire speed, because it would ruin the point (whatever that might be). It had been a month since she had been turned into a vampire, and she was still adjusting to her new immortal body. Sure there were perks to being a vampire, but in Elena's opinion the bad outweighed the good. The main negative being the hunger. She had always found it to be the worst part of vampirism even before she was turned. Stefan was a first rate example being the Ripper of Monterey and all. Now she had to add constant bloodlust to her already long list of issues. Elena continued down the trail as she thought about her major problem. No, that problem wasn't Klaus or any other villain since surprisingly no one had bothered Mystic Falls in almost three months. The problem was the Salvatore boys.

She and Stefan had broken up shortly after she had turned, and although that was something that should make her feel sad, she couldn't shake Damon from her mind. Her thoughts about him (although kept to herself) had been plaguing her mind long before she and Stefan broke up. It confused and terrified her how badly she found herself drawn to him. It had started with dreams and subtle thoughts, but now just being in a room with him consumed her completely. One time he had walked into the room without a shirt, and it took all of Elena's willpower to tear her eyes away and stop imagining how perfect his skin would feel to touch and even lick. Now as a vampire every desire she felt for him had been magnified.

Elena was not sure why exactly she had asked Damon to teach her to fight. Alaric was a safer option, and he was also willing. But something about being close to Damon, a chance to touch him maybe, had made it impossible not to request he teach her. Of course, he (being Damon) had agreed immediately with a smirk aimed in the direction of Stefan, an act which almost made her change her mind. Now Elena's fears and hopes of being close to him were shattered as she was stuck trudging through this godforsaken forest.

Elena sighed in relief when she saw the clearing where Damon was waiting. Her legs were screaming at her as she halted a few yard away from the sexy Salvatore. Putting her hands on her knees and taking one last gulp of air, Elena glared up at Damon's smirking face.

"I hope you enjoyed watching that because I'm never doing it again." Elena grunted as she stretched her sore limbs.

Damon winked, "Oh you'll do it again just wait."

Glaring at him, she took a gulp of water and almost moaned at how good it tasted in her parched mouth. When she was finished drinking, she glanced over at Damon who was watching her with a hungry expression. His mouth was open slightly, and his head was tilted a fraction to the side. Her dead heart pounded in her chest at the look on his face. After a long moment, Elena tore her gaze away from his eyes and stared at the picnic table a little ways away. On top of it was a black duffel bag which held what she assumed was the equipment they needed to train.

Damon followed her gaze and said in a chipper voice, "You ready to learn how to kill a vampire?"

"Damon, I'm not going to kill anybody." Elena said in a exasperated tone, "This is just for self defense remember?"

"Oh come on, Elena," he said pronouncing each syllable of her name in the way only Damon could do, "I know you want to stake me in my sleep." His grin widened before he added, "Although, given that I sleep naked, I doubt you'll be able to get that far." His blue eyes gleamed with mischief as Elena forced a scowl to appear on her face.

"Cocky much?" Elena said as she rolled her eyes.

Damon's smirk was almost enough to bring Elena to her knees as he replied, "Very much."

Elena's mind conjured up images without her consent. Images of Damon... naked in- damn it! She mentally chastised herself. I have to stay f-o-c-u-s-e-d! Breathe in.. breathe out.. in.. out.. There, Elena sighed. Then remembering where she was, Elena drew herself upright and walked over to the picnic table. Halting before it, she spotted two initials carved into the soft wood, the letters E and M.

Elena smiled. It had been quite awhile ago when she and Matt had sat in this very clearing and carved their names onto the table. Although it was only a few years ago, it seemed like a lifetime. Still tracing the indents with her finger, Elena didn't realize Damon had come closer, till he was standing right behind her. His warm breath fanning her neck. It was a mild day outside, and she had worn a black, workout tank top and short shorts. Damon had on workout clothes as well, however he sported a white tank top instead of his usual black color. He took a step back, and she turned around to look at him. The shirt stuck to him like a second skin and highlighted his bulging muscles perfectly. She wondered what those muscles felt like...

"See something you like?" Damon purred in a voice that oozed confidence.

"I was just.. um.. nevermind." Elena stumbled as she quickly attempted to find something else to focus on. Anything but him. "Well, are you going to teach me how to fight?"

Damon chuckled and grabbed a stake. "What do you want to learn, warrior princess?" He held the stake up and did a few fake punches and jabs into the air.

"Teach me how to sneak up on and kill a vampire."

"As my lady wishes." Damon bowed extravagantly, a move he probably learned while visiting a foreign king or queen. Sometimes she forgot how old he really is. She was only a teenager compared to the decades and decades he had been alive.

When Damon stood up again, Elena pushed him gently in the shoulder with a teasing smirk. It was impossible to stay annoyed at Damon Salvatore for more than a few minutes.

"Okay, time for the real work to begin." Damon said. "I'll stand over here with my back to you, and you attack me whenever you're ready."

Elena watched him and contemplated her best plan of attack. He had neglected to give her any sort of advice beforehand, so she didn't really know what to do. Eventually, she gave up trying and decided to just speed from tree to tree until she was close enough to pounce. Gripping the stake in her hand, Elena dashed with vampire speed to the nearest tree. She continued this until she was only a few meters from him. She tried to control her frantic breathing but failed miserably. With one last breath, Elena leapt forward and aimed the stake at Damon's broad back.

But just as the stake was about to reach his back, Damon turned and caught her hand midair forcing her to drop the stake. His other hand shot out and seized her free hand, pulling both of her wrists together. In a flash Elena's back was shoved up against a tree, and Damon's solid body was pressed firmly against her own. His knee slid between her legs to immobilize her even more.

Damon's breath warmed Elena's face, as he smirked at her from only a few inches away. His lips are so close.. Elena thought breathlessly. Damon, still gripping her wrists in one hand, leaned in slowly and whispered in her ear, "Now try to escape.." His lips brushed her ear as he spoke, and Elena shivered.

It took her all of three seconds to determine that moving even an inch was impossible. Damon was strong. Too strong for her to merely push him away. She tried to wriggle, but instead of making progress, Damon moved even closer and pushed his knee more firmly between her legs. Then Elena had an idea. A stupid, idiotic idea to be sure, but one that also thrilled her. Elena leaned towards Damon and pressed her lips against his.

His lips were soft against her own. At that moment, all thoughts of escape left her mind till only one word remained... Damon. At first Damon didn't move an inch, almost as if he couldn't believe what was happening. But as Elena's lips slanted over his again, he awoke from his stupor. Damon groaned. A low, rumbling groan. The force of it tore through Elena and awakened something inside of her.

Damon kissed her like a man starved. His lips caressed hers with a passion she had never felt before, not with Matt, not even with Stefan. One of his hands released her wrists and slid behind her back, pulling her soft body against his hard one. His desire for her was evident against her thigh, as his tongue traced her bottom lip. Now it was Elena's turn to moan. Wanting to tease him more, she continued to keep her lips closed while she kissed him. Damon growled and released her wrists so that he could grab her face. Elena finally gave in and opened her mouth.

Damon's tongue slid inside. With each pass of his tongue, he explored further. At this point, Elena was a moaning mess. Every nerve in her body had been magnified when she turned, and somehow Damon managed to activate them all. With her newly freed hands, Elena reached up and tangled her fingers in his jet black hair. She tugged slightly, and Damon let out a noise halfway between a groan and a growl. Elena slid her hands down his neck and across to his chest. He felt so firm against her with his muscles rippling beneath his shirt. A man like Damon shouldn't be allowed to wear shirts, Elena contemplated. But she lost track of her thoughts once again as Damon pulled away slightly with her bottom lip still between his teeth. Damon's hands were everywhere. On her back, on her chest, in her hair.. everywhere. His lips were unceasing, devouring her completely. Just as things began to take a different direction, one which would certainly end with Elena naked and Damon inside her, a cellphone rang.

Panting and breathless, they parted. Reluctantly, Damon withdrew his leg from between Elena's and took a step back. His eyes still shone with lust, but he smiled. Elena hated that cellphone! She would have been content to kiss Damon forever, but now that was ruined. Taking a step towards the ringing, Elena brushed past Damon. When she picked up the phone, she heard a very worried Jenna talking on the other end.

"Where are you, Elena?! Are you okay? It's almost dark."

"I'm fine Aunt Jenna. I'll be home in a few minutes. Everything is..." She glanced over to look at Damon who was standing watching her. "everything is... perfect."

And so it was.

I hope you enjoyed reading that! I would be extremely happy if you had a request for a story that you want me to write! Don't hesitate to write in the comments! Until next time...