Elena Gilbert, you are losing your mind.

That was the only thought going through her head when she woke up that morning, beads of sweat dripping from her chestnut hair down her forehead. Her breath was coming in short gasps, all too familiar to the noises she had been hearing herself make just a few moments before, and she almost founder herself swooning at the memory of it all. Her cheeks were flushed, her hands were shaking, and most of all, she found herself needing an icy-cold shower as the memories of her dream came flooding back more vivid than before.

Oh, shit. Shit. How could she have allowed herself to dream of something like that? Of course, it wasn't like she had any control over her dreams, but still. Normally the most erotic dreams she had involved her and Stefan kissing passionately after he had just saved her from some unknown evil, but last night's dream topped all that. Elena hadn't been kissing the one that she loved. Kissing anyone other than her boyfriend was the least of her worries after what her subconscious had just dragged up for her. There was kissing involved in the dream of course, but not just kissing on the lips. Kissing down her neck, across her stomach, and further down into places that she would rather not go into detail about. Maybe if it was a dream about Stefan she would be a little less concerned – after all, they were dating, which Elena figured gave her the right to dream about him any way she wanted. But dreaming about his brother?

That was just wrong.

Especially when his brother was a self-serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities. After all, hadn't those been her exact words when describing him? That was what Damon Salvatore was, plain and simple. Even if he had proven himself to be a wonderful friend and actually...sweet in the past couple of months, he was still Damon fucking Salvatore, and when it came down to it, he was always going to be his first priority. Of course, he claimed to be in love with Elena, but she knew the truth. He wanted her because she looked like Katherine, reminded him of a love that he thought was his, but never was in the first place.

Katherine. The name sent shivers down her spine. Even though her doppelganger had been taken out by none other than Damon the previous week, she couldn't help but be afraid that she was going to come back. She could still see the look on the elder Salvatore's face as he drove the stake through her heart, and hear the malice and hatred in his voice as he whispered that final goodbye in her ear:

"Go back to hell where you came from, you fucking dead piece of shit."

Honestly, that was one of the moments where she was the most relieved to be on Damon's good side. Yes, he was an ass, and yes, he was currently giving her more than uncomfortable dreams, but he was a good ally to have. Anyone who crossed Damon was basically guaranteed a slow and painful death, and no matter how much he was changing for the better, she knew that that was one thing that was always going to stay the same. He had been raised in a time where pride and dignity were of the upmost importance, so if someone screwed you over, you screwed them back twice as hard. So that was what Damon did – he hunted them down, and killed them in the most painful way possible. He didn't even care if he got himself killed in the process; it was all about getting revenge.

The more she allowed her thoughts to centre around Damon, the more vivid the memories of the dream became, and Elena found she simply wasn't able to handle it any more. Groaning, she pushed herself off of her fluffy queen-sized bed and trudged into the bathroom, pausing for a moment to stare in the mirror like she always did. A small, smug smile of satisfaction slipped across her face as she admired her reflection, touching a finger to her olive skin to make sure that there weren't any hidden blemishes waiting to shove their way up onto the surface. As always, there were none, and she sighed in relief. It was obvious why both of the Salvatore brothers were originally drawn to her – or more accurately, drawn to Katherine in the 1800's. Sure, girls like Caroline were beautiful, but they weren't unique. She didn't know how many times she had nearly mistaken some random, peppy blonde for her best friend, because they all acted the same. She loved Caroline, but it was the truth. No one even got Elena Gilbert mixed up...not until that bitch Katherine came back and ruined everything.

After a few minutes, she finally managed to drag herself away from the mirror and into the shower, sighing in relief as the cold water washed away all remainders of the dream. Damon was banished from her thoughts, just a blip in the back of her brain as she began to wash her hair, thanking God that it was a Saturday and she didn't have to hurry off to school.

The feeling of another body behind hers snapped Elena out of her thoughts, and she smiled in peace, allowing the person to wrap their arms around her waist and place kisses along the side of her jaw. She turned slowly, finding herself face to face with the piercing blue eyes that could melt her soul, and the playful smirk twisting those beautiful soft lips. Pressing her nose against his, she gave him a sweet, gentle smile and reached her hands behind his neck, playing with the ends of his dark hair.

"I missed you." She whispered against his lips, just fractions of an inch away from him.

"Not as much as I missed you, love." Damon replied, and she found herself nearly fainting at the sound of his voice. How was it he did this to her? Really, just a few words and she was basically falling at his feet. "I'm sorry it took me so long to get here, but now we're just going to have to make up for lost time." Giggling, she allowed him to kiss her gently on her lips, loving the feeling of him against her.

And make up for lost time they did...many, many, times.

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

The constant beeping of Elena's alarm clock disrupted her from her dirty dreams, and she kept her eyes squeezed shut as she lay in bed, disgusted with herself. As if one dream about Damon Salvatore wasn't enough – now she was having dreams withindreams about him? Hell, it was like her subconscious hated her or something. There was no way she had any of those feelings for Damon; he was her friend. A charming, witty, sexy friend, but a friend none the less. Not only that, but he was her boyfriend's brother! What would Stefan think if he had been in her mind that night, seeing all of the things that she was doing to her brother? Because, well, Elena had never pinned herself as an animal, but the things she had done to Damon went way beyond the line of tame.

"How was I?"

Screaming, Elena nearly fell out of her bed as the all-too familiar voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and for a moment she thought she was dreaming again. It wasn't until she pinched herself over and over that she realized that she was currently in reality, at eleven o'clock on a Saturday morning, with the subject of her naughty dreams staring at her in a way that would make any schoolgirl blush. Really, it wasn't fair. That "eye-thing" he did, whatever it was, had the ability to make her lose her train of thought for minutes at a time. And he was doing it right then, fixing his heartbreakingly blue eyes on her in such a way that made all the words leave her mouth. She stared at him slack-jawed for a minute before asking the first question that came to her mind.

"How were you at what?" Okay, she probably should have asked what he was doing in her room, but right then she had to know what the hell he was talking about. Rolling his eyes, Damon gave her a 'duh' look before answering her question with one of his own.

"How was I in bed?" Elena opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off before she could let the words slip past her lips. "Don't even deny it, Miss. Gilbert. I came to wake you up, and was greeted by a sleeping Elena moaning and screaming my name." Smirking cockily, he scooted down the bed closer towards her, close enough that she could feel his breath on her face. "So I'm guessing I was pretty damn good. Want to make those dreams a reality?"

She wanted to say yes. She wanted to say yes so badly that she was sure her eardrums popped from how loud her mind yelled it at her. But there was no way, no way in hell she was going to let herself give into the walking temptation that was Damon Salvatore. So instead, she picked up her pillow and whacked him with it, training her dark brown eyes on him. She knew that this was what he wanted; the angry reaction, but right then she didn't care. All that she wanted was for him to get out of her room, out of her life, and more importantly, out of her dreams.

"Get the hell out, Damon!" Elena yelled, chucking another pillow at him. Of course, it missed, but he still narrowed his eyes slightly before smirking at her. A playful wave later and he was gone, disappeared out the window that he no doubt came in.

Now, if only he would be gone for good.

A/N: This chapter is just a short kind of prequel, just to see how people like it and whether or not I should carry on. And the only way I can figure that out...? Reviews! XD