Elena & Damon FANFIC

I do not own Vampire Diaries or the characters. But this storyline is all mine.

Elena's eyes slowly fluttered open. After stretching her arms and sitting up, she realized she wasn't in her room.

"Finally up?" Asked Damon laying on the covers adorned in boxers.

"We had such a great time last night." He said with a sly smile

"Wha...No! I did not do anything with you Damon, so just stop!" Elena hissed and got out of bed noticing she was wearing one of his t-shirts. She quickly faced him with a questioning look.

"Don't worry, you're clothes are being washed, do you really remember nothing last night?" He said suddenly appearing not even 3 inches away from her face. He put his thumb on her chin and inched her face closer.

"N-No...Not much, but I know we didn't do anything!"

"You wish we did." he said cooly.

"N-No..."

Elena finding herself not being able to breath or move, stood there waiting and not resisting. Why she wasn't, she didn't know. This is Damon! Snap out of it! She kept telling herself. Her body thought otherwise.

He looked deep into her eyes as his lips got closer and now at any moment would connect with hers. He suddenly looked to the left, and then pushed her back.

"Remember, we had another little encounter with a few of Klaus's little minions. You were almost killed yada yada, I saved you yada yada, and you ended up in my bed. Nice end to things hm?" Damon said slyly.

"Whatever, Damon, just give me my clothes so I can leave. Alaric's probably worried like hell." Elena said regaining her wits.

"Oh him? He's on the couch downstairs."

Elena suddenly remembered the events of the previous night. After Klaus and his family had fled town, they went to investigate the house they left behind and collided with a few friends of his. She remembered seeing Stefan and the look in his eyes when she staked one of the hybrids. He looked surprised but almost pleased at the same time. She wondered, if his humanity was off or on or if it really was broken forever... She wondered if she still loved him... she didn't know anymore. She cared deeply for him, but was it still love? With the way he was going about things, she didn't know.

Elena rinsed her face of the soap making sure not to wet her undershirt. She looked in the mirror after washing her face. She grabbed a nearby towel and began to dry her face.  She pulled the towel away and Damon was suddenly behind her, shirt off, pants on. 

"Now that you've freshened up--" he said before embracing her from behind.

"Damon, come on, now isn't the time for this," Elena stated. She turned around trying to break free but his grip was too strong. Now she faced him. He pushed her against the sink to the point where she was practicaly sitting on it, and teased her lips with his.

"Damon--"

They kissed. Damon violated her lips, her mouth, her upper body, not angrily ... but passionately, almost lovingly. He wanted her, he needed her.

She felt overwhelmed. Taken over. She couldn't think straight. Damon...what is he doing...what if Stefan comes in...no the door's locked...what if he hears...oh my gosh...what am i suppose to do...I can't resist Damon anymore...I need to stop this...

Elena reached for a shirt realizing he was bare-chested and her palms lay flat on his chest. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of his bare chest... a little rough with the hairs, but toned...so very toned. Her hands slid up to his neck and then hair. Soon, she was embracing him. Oh she really enjoyed this....Just a little too much though. Snap out of it!

She broke the heated kissing session, taking a breath, and looked into his eyes with a solicit stare.

He looked into hers and down to her lips and back up. He teased her lips a bit again, kissing her a few times before releasing his grip. He let his hands slide on her body as he backed away. An all- knowing look pierced her eyes. After studying her expression, he smirked, and then walked out of the bathroom.

Stupid, Stupid, STUPID! She thought to herself. She jerked around to face herself once he left the bathroom. She glared at herself in the mirror and groaned.

Damon stood outside the door and  chuckled. Making progress, He noted.