N: Hi. So here another chapter for this 'story' that is not really a story but a collection of one shots. I hope you will enjoy it (and drop me a review)!

Sing me a lullaby!

I was looking at the geometrical figure in front of me. It looked wrong…so wrong. It was supposed to match the one in the book, but it wasn't even close. 'But what did I do wrong?' I asked myself. I had followed the stupid instructions. I wasn't very good in math. Especially geometry.

"That looks bad," I heard Damon's voice from somewhere in the room.

I turned my head and immediately met his blue gaze. Damon was standing right behind me, hovering, staring at my homework. As if he was a parent ready to help me with my tough exercises.

"Easy for you to say, math was easier in your day," I mumbled.

"Oh, ouch! I am not that old. And just for your information, I attended Oxford just fifteen years ago. It's not that difficult. I could do it in less than a minute," he said and that sexy smirk appeared on his face. Wait; did I just say 'sexy'? Oh what the hell. No point in denying it. The man was out of this world. He was basically anything sexy any girl can think of, morphed into a perfect specimen.

"Well, why don't you do it then?" I asked, pushing my notebook in his direction. He took a seat beside me at the table and moved his hand towards the notebook, but stopped half way there.

"And what do I get in return if I get it right?" he asked smiling.

"Hmm…" I placed my hands under my chin and looked at him pensively, "You get to know that you were right and I was wrong," I said, a happy smile on my face for finding the perfect solution.

"Nah, I know I'm right anyway," he returned and pushed the book back to my side.

"You get to help a friend," I said, sliding the book over to his side again.

"You are not pulling the friendship card with me over this!" He protested, returning the book to me.

We probably looked like two kids squabbling over their homework, but I assure you, playing games with Damon Salvatore was never innocent. I knew my next line would get me in trouble, but I said it anyway, "Well, what do you want then?"

I couldn't believe I just asked Damon what he wanted from me for drawing a stupid figure. His eyes started to sparkle more than usual and I knew that I was in trouble. A part of me wanted it though. Excitement took form inside of me, giving me a knot in the pit of my stomach. Couldn't help it, the man excited me. I dare anyone who met him to not at least consider loosing themselves in the exciting, dangerous life of Damon Salvatore.

"Don't you even think about…whatever it is you're thinking," I almost shouted. I think I was directing the statement at myself more than him.

"Buzz-kill…" he complained.

He looked like a kid who's just found out that there will be no dessert after dinner. That he just eat his vegetables for nothing.

"If you're capable of thinking of something decent, I'll do it, at least if you get the figure right_"

"Which I will," he announced, interrupting me. That cockiness of his was another thing about Damon I found endearing. Not for the first time I found myself wondering if he really had a reason to be cocky in other departments as well. I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought. Judging by his looks, he looked like he knew how to show a girl a good time. On the other hand, I heard stories – mostly from Caroline – about good looking guys that didn't live up to the expectations. Speaking of Caroline, she would know. But we never talked about that. Not because I didn't want to. I had been curious. I just never dared.

Shaking my head slightly to get myself back to the conversation, I said: "We'll see about that."

"I always get it right," he said and winked at me.

"Have you ever heard of something called 'modesty'?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Nah, what good is that?"

He grabbed the paper and put it in front of him. He took a few seconds to go over the instructions. After a quick nod to himself, he grabbed the pencil from my hand and went to work. Before I got the chance to even think about what he was doing, he pushed it back to me.

"All done," he announced with a proud expression on his face. "Go ahead, check it out; see how perfect it is!"

I looked down at the page and as much as I hated to admit, it was perfect; like he had done it on a computer. Devil.

"Well, it looks good," I said hesitantly.

"You'll have to do better than that to feed my ego!"

"I think your ego is already over-fed," I said and he just shrugged. "Actually, I think the poor thing suffers from obesity."

"It's not my fault I'm awesome; I was born this way."

"Fine, Mr. Awesome, you got it right, very right," I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?"

"I want you to do a song for me," he said.

"Excuse me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not vocally, I heard you doing that in the shower and it wasn't pretty. My poor ears are still recovering," I blushed when he mentioned the word shower. I noticed a while ago that certain words coming from his mouth just had that sort of effect on women. Words like 'bed' or 'sweat' or, in this case, 'shower' so weird. "I want you to play something on the piano for me, anything you want, except twinkle- twinkle little star, or other toddler little songs," he said and I smiled, remembering that song.

"How did you_" I started, but he already knew what I was about to ask and already started to answer the unfinished question.

"I overheard you talking to Jenna about the big piano that no one uses anymore and I happen to agree with your aunt. I know it was your mother who taught you how to play. But that doesn't mean you can't still enjoy it even if she's not physically with you anymore. Might even help you feel closer to her."

"What if it will only make me miss her more?" I asked.

"Sometimes pain is all we have," he said, his voice betraying just the slightest trace of emotion. It was so subtle and lasted so little that I had trouble figuring out what it had been. Sadness? Disappointment? Nostalgia?

"Damon," I started, ready to inquire more. To push him once more into admitting his feelings. That was what he and I did. We pushed each other. I pushed him to feel and own his emotions. He pushed me to fight and be stronger. I wanted to tell him something. Something brave and smart. But really, I was just a simple teenage girl of average intelligence while he was an immortal vampire who's been alive for over a century.

"Missing them keeps their memory alive; it keeps them close to you," he said. His voice soft and patient as is he was the one singing a song for me.

"I'm just afraid it won't be the same," I admitted. Elena Gilbert, coward extraordinaire. The worst part was that I used to think of myself as brave. That was until I met true bravery.

"Of course it won't be the same, but different doesn't always mean worse," he said and stood up.

He came to stand in front of me and offered me his hand. I only hesitated for a second before placing my hand in his, my warm fingers curling around his cold ones. He silently led me to a room in the house I'd never been into before. It was empty except for the huge piano in the middle of it.

"I didn't even know you had one," I mumbled, surprised. I took a few more steps towards the masterpiece in front of me. "Damon, it's beautiful."

I felt him squeeze my hand once before letting go. "It's the original Alma-Tadema. The one Sir Lawrence Alma Tadema built in 1887. The one they have on the market now is a copy and still worth over a million dollars. I prefer the original," he said tracing his fingertips over the piano's wood engravings. The way he was looking at that piano and the way he was caressing it. As if it was a lover. The thought made my whole body burn.

"Take a seat," He pushed and I let myself fall on the bench, guided by his hand.

I massaged my fingers and played 'jingle bells' for a few moments, then stopped and looked at him.

"You have to keep in mind that it's been a while since I've done this," I explained. I guess, I didn't want to make a fool of myself. Judging by the way he looked at the instrument and how he talked about it, it must mean something to him. The thought that he must've mastered playing the piano also crossed my mind. I just didn't want to let him down.

"I will, don't worry, you'll do great. This is like riding a bike; you never really forget it."

His words made me smile. "I was never really very good at it and the piece I want to play for you is not easy…" I said and stopped him when he tried to reply, "I'll do my best," I said and started playing the beautiful 'Für Elise' by Beethoven. After a few minutes I stopped and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know the last part. My mom didn't get to teach me," I said apologetically.

"You know the hardest part already. Move over and I'll teach you the rest," he said and before I had the chance to say anything, or move, he was seated behind me. He forced my bottom further on the small bench, all the way to the edge. I was now sitting between his legs and his arms went around me. My body suddenly became very much aware of his. The hardness of his chest. The way his arms brushed mine. His strong legs against my thighs. The smell of him. God, he smelled good!

"Are you more comfortable with letters or notes?" he asked, his lips so close to my ear that I could feel them. His cold breath was caressing the back of my neck.

"Le…letters," I whispered back. My voice came out weak and breathy.

"Ok then, give me your hand and let me guide you!" he said and I was sure that if he would've told me right now to jump off a cliff, I would've done it without thinking twice about it. The way his voice sounded sometimes just wasn't fair. An octave or two lower than usual, slightly raspier. The lower notes vibrating from his body onto mine.

"Can you please relax? I'm not going to bite you." he said. Using the word 'bite' only made it worse. He was so close, so dangerously close. My back was touching his front everywhere, and it felt… it felt sinfully good. His breath still falling in forbidden caresses on the back of my neck, giving me chills at his every exhale. When he talked I could feel his lips on the tip of my ear. My heart picked up pace and my palms got slightly sweaty. There was a tingling sensation somewhere between my legs. The shameful truth came like a strike of lightning. I was turned on. It wasn't by any means the first time I had been physically attracted to Damon. It took me some time, but I had been brave enough to admit to myself a long time ago, I found the man attractive. The difference now was the intensity of my desire. A desire that was burning underneath every inch of my skin. My heart was beating in a chaotic rhythm and my breaths have become soft pants filled with longing. Each erogenous spot on my overheated body was throbbing with need. My thighs were painfully pressed together in a failed attempt to provide some sort of release. I could feel the wetness between my legs and the thought made my swollen clit pulsate.

Both his hands covered both my hands and a shiver traveled all through my body. His hands were cold and soft and strong and my first thought was that their place was not on my own hands but on my aching breasts. Massaging them softly. Teasing my hardening nipples with his fingers.

So concentrated on the mind-boggling sensations that were taking over me, I didn't notice Damon stopped moving. His complete stillness was what pulled me out of the trance I found myself in.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a voice so full of lust that I could barely recognize it as my own.

Damon took a deep breath before answering. "Your obvious arousal is distracting," he said in a growl. I thought my voice had been dripping lust, but his was… filled with want, passion and the promise of sex. Amazing sex.

Busted!

"I_" I started, but he interrupted me.

"Don't lie to me! In case you forgot, I am a vampire, Elena. I can hear the blood rushing through your veins. I can feel the heat coming from your entire body. I could feel you shiver at my touch. And most of all, Elena, I can smell it."

Now, let's see what my options of a response to that little speech were: I could've slapped him, simply gotten up and walked away. I could've denied his allegations or contradicted him.

What I actually did: I moaned. I freaking moaned!

Damon's fingers started moving on my hands, slowly (so very slowly) going up. It was a simple touch, just a feather light brush over my skin, but the effect was incredible. Without conscious thought, I let my head fall back against his chest and closed my eyes. I wanted to fully experience the sensations taking place in my body. I was sure Damon must've had some extra supernatural abilities other vampires didn't. He must've had, because a simple touch had never felt so good before. So intense. Once his fingertips reached my upper arms, I moved my hands from the keys. Originally, I wanted to grab the edge of the bench beneath me, but as Damon's legs were on each side of mine, my hands stopped on his thighs instead.

When his right hand reached my shoulder, he pulled at the collar of my t-shirt and brushed his upper lip over my skin. I held my breath for a few seconds. The ministrations didn't stop there. Soon he was nibbling, kissing and licking the area from my neck to my shoulder going as low as he could down my back. His other hand slid to my waist, down on my thigh before coming back up to my chest. He grabbed my breasts, massaging them slowly, making me pant and shiver.

Soon, the small patch of skin became insufficient and he pulled the tight t-shirt over my head. I raised my hands obedient and he took advantage to take the bra along with the clothing. I felt like I was in a trance. I was aware of all that was happening, especially aware of every touch or, swipe of his tongue, but it felt like a dream. Once the clothes landed somewhere on the wooden floor, I placed my palms – once again – on his thighs, bracing myself.

Now that no piece of material was in his way, his hands, fingers, mouth and tongue started exploring the exposed skin. His fingers brushed over my breasts, teasing my growing nipples, making them harden. When he caught one between his fingers and pinched it slightly, I let out a roar of pleasure. I needed more. My body ached for more. More touching, more kissing, more of him. I felt like I was walking on the thin line of an abyss and I could fall at any point. I was so close to my release. My whole body was burning, my heart was beating fast and out of rhythm.

"You're so close baby," Damon murmured in my ear before sucking on my earlobe. "It won't take much. Let me take you there," he went on before sinking his human teeth into my flesh.

"Ahhhh, yes. Please…just, please," I pleaded incoherently.

He opened the buttons and small zipper of my pants and slipped his hand inside, pressing his palm against my core. Two strokes. That was all I had needed. Two small strokes of his hand and my body jerked, my nails dug into his thighs and the loudest moan to ever come out of my mouth filled the silence around us. The daze after my orgasm lasted a few minutes. Yes, actual minutes. I was vaguely aware that he removed his hand from inside my pants, but I couldn't perceive it anywhere else on my body. Only when my heart rate became controllable, I opened my eyes lazily. I moved my head slightly upwards and to the right to look at him. And then it hit me. I just came. All he did was touch me. I turned away from him embarrassed. How could I ever look Damon in the eye now?

"Elena, don't," he whispered. He cupped my face, applying the slightest pressure to turn my head back to face him once more. He was frowning. "Please, don't ever hide from me," he said. His voice tender, soft, beautiful. The most amazing blend of a plea, a wish and an order. How could anyone deny him? How could I? Damon Salvatore, the most accurate resemblance to a diamond in the rough I ever came across. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I love that your body is so responsive," he said and as if to prove his point, he traced an invisible line from my collar bone, between my breasts, to the edge of my jeans. My body shivered.

"But that's just it," I started. My cheeks were heating up again. If it weren't for the olive complexion of my skin, I would've probably been as red as a lobster. "It usually isn't so responsive," I admitted in a small voice.

Damon smiled. "That's because those pathetic excuse of men you allowed to touch your body, didn't know what to do with it," he said.

When I tried to speak Damon pressed a finger against my lips. "Just don't shy away from me. Whatever you want, whatever you need, just tell me," he demanded. His voice firmer this time. He let his digit slide on my lips, causing my mouth to open. I took advantage of that and used my tongue to stroke his finger. He let out a guttural moan. Encouraged by his reaction, I closed my lips around it, sucking it deep into my mouth. He closed his eyes and hissed before burring his fingers in my hair and pulling my mouth to his.

The kiss was explosive. Each brush of his lips, each stroke of his tongue and each little moan were sending small electric shocks all through my body. My mind felt as if it was surrounded by mist. When Damon finally freed my mouth, I gasped for air.

"I want," I stated panting. "I…"

"Tell me what you want, Elena."

The addition of my name at the end of the sentence did the trick. The words came out of my mouth, gliding off my tongue, "I want to take off your clothes and touch and kiss every inch of your body," I said and to my surprise I felt Damon's body shiver behind me.

It only took him about five seconds to spring into action. After a few blurred movements, too fast for my human eyes to follow, he was standing perfectly naked in front of me. Since I was still seated on the piano bench, my eyes were level with his abdomen. I didn't look up. I was afraid that if I met his eyes I will lose my nerve. So instead, my gaze traveled lower. Let's just say that even if it was to judge solely based on his package, the man had a big reason to brag (pun intended).

I let out a soft gasp before automatically reaching out with one trembling hand. My slim fingers trailed over the smooth skin of his shaft. Even if it was hard as steel, the surface was like silk. I made a fist around it and pumped him a few times. The gesture earned me a strangled growl from his throat. This made me look up. The first thing I noticed as my gaze moved from his penis were his clenched fists. He was squeezing hard, if his white knuckles were any indication. Then my eyes reached his chest. Despite being a vampire and not relying on Oxygen for survival, his chest was moving up and down in deep, sharp breaths. When I finally reached his face, my own breath got caught in my throat. Even through heavy lidded eyes, the splendor of his irises could not be denied. The usual icy gray-aquamarine, turned into the deepest shade of blue, while still holding on to that splash of silver. Breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking. I bit my lower lip and felt his dick twitch in my hand.

Still holding his gaze, I leaned forwards and flicked my tongue over his broad head. Once. Twice. The third time I trailed my tongue all the way to the base.

"Fuck," Damon grunted once my mouth took him in as far as I could manage. After that it became a game of sucking him into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the tip before and after. My body started undulating on the small bench, arching towards Damon without my specific say so. Even though it helped, the pressure that the leather bench was providing against my core was not enough. I needed more.

Finishing off with a loud popping sound, I got up, my body grinding against Damon's. "I need to feel you inside of me," I whimpered.

Damon let out a loud howl before literally tearing my pants off along with my small lacy boy-shorts. The next thing I knew he was seated on the bench and was positioning me in his lap. He didn't ask if I was ready. Didn't ask if I was sure. He simply dropped my onto his thick, long erection. Despite the fact that he did so very slowly and I was dripping wet, there was still a hint of pain that made my cry out.

"I am sorry, I am hurting you," he said trying to get me off him, but I held on.

"No, it's…just give me a minute to adjust," I whispered and he nodded, removing his hands from my body completely. As if to say 'here, you drive'.

I started moving slowly, tentatively. I could hear Damon grinding his teeth from the effort to keep still. Something contorted in my chest at the thought. My heart simply melted for the man beneath me. "Touch me Damon," I whispered. As a way to reinforce my words, I grabbed his hands and placed them on my chest. Each palm covering one breasts. That had been all the encouragement he had needed. He passed his fingers over my nipples, making them harden even more than they already were. As soon as he was content with the state of my pebbled tips, he cupped my breasts. Palming them, assessing them, massaging them. Practically, making my head spin.

Without conscious thought, my hips started moving. Back and forward, back and forward. The sensitive bud between my legs rubbing against his pubic bone, creating a euphoric sensation. I could already feel that tingling buzz building within me. Once Damon's mouth captured mine, my pace increased, rewording me with a growl from his throat. He was kissing me in the urgent, bordering on violent way that told a story of longing and need. As if he had been parched for years and I was clean water. I loved it. I ravished in it. The desperation, the desire, the rawness of it.

The pressure low in my belly was about to explode. I buried my fingers in Damon's jet black fair and pulled. "I want to look at you as I cum. Your eyes have always been_" I stopped to let out a long moan as his hands cupped my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "_a source of lust for me," I continued.

"Oh fuck, take what you need from me," he mumbled in a growly voice. That sent me over the edge. Holding on to his upper arms, my nails digging into his flesh, I came hard. My whole body started shaking followed by the worshiping scream of his name. Just as my orgasm was about to subside, Damon reached his own release, using his hands to grind me against him. His warm jets, shooting straight into my womb. Moaning and cursing against my ear. Plunging me straight into another orgasm.

Exhausted, my head dropped on his shoulder.

It felt as if we stayed like that for hours. Days even.

Damon spoke first. "Give me five minutes and I will take you in a bed this time." God help me but I could feel my body responding to his words. Getting all heated and wet for him once more. "…friends with benefits."

"What?" I asked, pulling away from Damon just enough to look at him.

"I said we can be friends with benefits. Now that you know what the benefits are, what do you say? Would you let me take you to my bed, Elena?" he asked, giving me that hopeful, unguarded look that made my stomach flip, my pulse race and my heart ache.

I cupped his face between my palms, dropping a soft kiss on his mouth. "I say, considering your incredible vampire speed, why are we not there yet?"