For Elena, the rest of the day seemed to fly by and before she knew it, she was walking to swim practice with Jeremy who was blabbering on about some new girl called Anna who he really liked.

Elena tried to act interested which was extremely hard when her mind kept drifting back to her and Damon in the library. It was the most daring, sexy, dangerous thing she had ever done and she didn't regret it one bit. What she did regret was the fact that she was falling in love with a teacher who she couldn't be with for another five months.

'I wish I was graduating tomorrow, not in five months', Elena though longingly. 'Then we could be together and it wouldn't matter.'

'I'll see you later sis!'

Elena started as Jeremy turned towards the boys changing rooms and left Elena standing alone. She slowly walked to the girls changing rooms and quickly changed into her swim wear. Stuffing her things in a locker she walked out to the poolside, and dived into the pool to warm up before proper training started.

As Elena reached the other side of the pool she glanced upwards and froze. Damon was standing just a few feet away smiling at her.

Damon smiled slightly, his blue eyes piercing and said 'You have talent'.

Elena's heart started pumping much faster than normal as she replied with a little bit of tease in her voice, 'Oh I bet you can help me improve on that talent Sir'. She smiled at him and pushed off from the side, away from him. She had decided on the spur of the moment to have the last say for once and to leave him wanting more, not the other way around.

By the time she reached the other side once again, other people were emerging onto the poolside and Elena knew that all flirtatious hints and smiles with Damon would temporarily have to stop.

The next hour was exhausting for Elena. Her body wasn't used to the sudden demand placed on it and she struggled through the hour, pushing her body to speeds she didn't know were possible for her.

At the end of the hour she pulled herself out of the pool on legs that felt like they were about to collapse. She walked unsteadily to the changing rooms, grabbed a towel and walked to the showers' and had a hot, long shower, trying to wash away the aches she knew she would feel tomorrow.

Sighing, she grabbed the towel and walked back to her locker, noticing as she did so that the changing rooms were empty. 'I must have been in there for longer than I thought', Elena muttered, a frown creasing her forehead. Wrapping her towel more firmly around herself she opened her locker and pulled out her clothes.

She had just pulled on her bra, pants and top when her ipod crashed to the floor and began playing Britney Spears Everytime. Elena sank to the floor and immediately began to cry. This was the song that she connected with her parent's death. Although she could cope with the grief, it was always there, it hadn't eased. The pain still tore her heart apart.

Elena couldn't get a grip on herself. She hadn't cried for so long and the build up was coming out. She knew that if she didn't stop soon, someone would hear her and that was the last thing she wanted, yet just as she thought this the door banged open and who should walk in, but Damon.

Elena looked up at him standing, his edges all blurry from her tears.

'Oh my God Elena, what's wrong?' He quickly sat down beside her and slid an arm around her shoulders. 'Elena?'

But Elena couldn't talk. She just turned towards Damon's body and cried into his chest, clutching onto him as his arms cradled her.

After a while her sobs subsided and she managed to gain control of herself enough to raise her head and say in a very croaky voice 'Thank you.'

Damon looked down at her still clearly worried and said 'Are you sure you're ok?'

'I'm sure.' Elena replied. She wiped under her eyes and explained the situation. Damon smiled at her sadly when she had finished and said 'I know exactly how you feel. My parents died too'.

'Really?' Elena asked and then scolded herself. She didn't want to talk about her parents death so why would Damon? 'It doesn't matter.' Elena muttered.

She scrambled to her feet, embarrassment creeping into her body as what had just happened sunk in. 'I need to drive Jeremy home.'

Damon frowned. 'He already left. Something about you going shopping? He said he was taking the car.'

'What?' Elena screeched. 'Oh brilliant. Long walk home. Fab.'

'I can drive you home.' Damon said. Elena span around to look at him, surprise on her face.

'You'll drive me home?'

'Sure.' Damon replied. You need a lift, I have a car. It works out.'

Which was how ten minutes later Elena found herself in Damon's car being driven home, his hand inches from her bare thigh. Her heart was fluttering and she knew her breathing was too quick.

'Where do you live?' Damon asked.

Elena told him and he replied, 'Nice area. Will your Aunt be worried that you aren't home yet?'

'No, not really.' Elena replied, puzzled by the question. 'My curfew is eleven on school nights.' She suddenly flooded with colour. Talking about a curfew with a teacher! How embarrassing.

'Good.' Damon said and he suddenly turned off the main road in to a small wooded area and stopped the car.

'Damon?' Elena asked, 'What are you doing?'

'Getting some privacy.' He growled. He opened the door and climbed out before walking to Elena's side and opening her door too and pulling her out.

Elena's stomach began somersaulting. She knew what was about to happen and sure enough, next second Damon had tackled her to the ground and was kissing her, but this time it was much more daring.

Elena's arms were around his neck, her nails digging into him in her excitement, and his hands gently slid under her shirt before slowly creeping around her back to unhook her bra. Elena let it all happen and when Damon's hands gently cupped her breasts she gasped aloud, more turned on than ever before. She could feel the heat between her legs and could feel Damon's hardness against her leg.

They were going to have sex. She was sure of it. Which was the moment when a drop of water hit her head and made her jerk away from Damon from the shock. Next second the sky had erupted and rain was pouring down.

Elena just looked at Damon and shrugged. Damon smiled and continued kissing her this time, edging her shirt upwards, before gently tugging it over her head and slowly removed her bra. His kisses left her lips, and instead trailed down her jaw line, her neck, her chest, her stomach and up again.

Elena was gasping for breath by now. She needed him. Grabbing his shirt by the collar, she pulled it over his head and marvelled at his chest and stomach. Like a god, his body was perfect. But she couldn't gaze for too long, she was desperate. Her fingers slid between them both and she fumbled with the zip on his pants for a second before them came undone, and she pushed them down amazed at what greeted her.

'Oh my God!' Elena whispered. 'You're huge!'

Damon smiled at her and whispered into her ear, 'You've not seen anything yet.'

Elena didn't even try to slow it down as Damon slid her skirt up her legs and pulled her pants off. They were both naked and very ready. Elena was trembling with excitement and anticipation, colour flooding her cheeks, her longing greater than any she had felt before. Damon was panting slightly his eyes locked on Elena's his chest heaving.

And then all Elenas dreams came true as he slowly pushed inside her. The next half hour was a blur of pleasure and heat for Elena.

By the time they were both back in the car, soaking wet and tired, Elena could not stop smiling and neither could Damon. She knew what was going in her diary tonight. Descriptions of how Damon had gently pushed her hair back from her face as her back arched as he once more entered her. How Damon had looked when he came inside her, how it felt when the orgasm rocked through her, how it felt when she thought about how good it would be in the future, how they would see each other again.

Elena couldn't wait.