I LOVE YOU, I REALLY DO: DAMON/ELENA 4X09-4X11

Chapter 4: One More Night

Elena went upstairs to the bedroom she and Damon had chosen at the lake house. He had joked about how he'd love to take her to the lake house one day and how they'd break every single wooden-framed bed in the lake house making hot, passionate love to each other. She smiled as she remembered when he was happy. This was only a few days ago, but things had changed so fast. She decided she wasn't going to think about tomorrow. She was going to focus on these few hours that she'd get to lie in Damon's arms because she knew he'd let her go tomorrow. He couldn't betray his brother even though there was nothing to betray.

When she reached the doorway of their bedroom, she saw Damon lying in bed looking at something on his phone in his PJs. He usually would wear nothing but boxers in bed, but he was obviously trying to be very careful. Elena sighed. She hated this.

She crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame, smiling at Damon, "Feeling cold today?" She couldn't help but smile wider when Damon threw her a small smirk and sped over to her after tossing his phone onto the bedside table.

Damon chuckled as he came so close to her that there was hardly an inch between them and then whispered seductively, "I was hoping you'd notice." He then placed his lips at her ear and kissed it before saying, "I was hoping you'd be the one to rip these pesky clothes off."

Elena was taken aback by Damon's forward attitude despite what happened with Stefan, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, "You're in a peppy mood tonight, aren't you?"

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before he wrapped his arms around her waist, but his smile began to fade. He didn't say a word. He just leaned forward so that his forehead was pressed against hers. She watched him close his eyes and pull her as close as possible. They were completely pressed up against each other.

Damon whispered, choking on tears no doubt, "I'm going to miss you, baby. But I won't forget the past few days, 'Lena. I could never forget."

Elena opened her eyes when he said that and looked into his, "Damon, don't say it like it's the end. I'll come back to you, I always come back to you."

Elena smiled at her boyfriend, and yes, that's what he was to her. He was more than that, but there weren't words – he was the love of her life, and she was only realizing this now. It couldn't get any better than this.

She placed both hands on each side of his face and used her thumbs to wipe away the two solitary tears that he had tried so hard to suppress, "Shh, it's okay." She wanted to cheer him up – she didn't want to spend their night crying about how horrible tomorrow would be.

"No more tears, baby," Elena smiled and kissed his cheek, "If we're going to get one more night, let's make it count."

Damon snapped back to his usual self and picked Elena up off the ground with a mischievous look in his eyes. Elena couldn't help but giggle and lock her legs around his waist as he sprinted over to the bed with her in his arms. He fell on top of her, laughing, as she twisted her fingers in his hair and arched her back so that her lips could reach his.

"God I love you," Elena whispered as she kissed him softly, her tongue tracing over his lips before attacking his. She could feel his hands running up and down her sides, which made her want him even more. Damon laced his fingers through Elena's and pushed her arm up next to her head very gently, while his was still twined in hers. Damon lowered himself further so that his head was in the crook of Elena's neck and his body was totally pressed against her – the only thing separating them from each other was a thin layer of clothing each of them was wearing. Damon pressed his lips to Elena's neck and focused on kissing her there while he brought the hand that he had laced fingers through up and around his neck. He unlaced his fingers from Elena's and kept both arms near her torso, holding her tight.