AN: Hey everyone, I have a few one-shots lined up which I will *hopefully* be able to write this week and next week. I will be writting a sequel for Mistletoe Kisses for those who requested it so stay tuned. You know the drill; Read and Review! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Rated: M for lemon :)

Elena POV

School. People always say that your best and worst moments happen there in that big, dull building. Let's just say that today was definitely one of the best.

I let out a long groan as I slammed my locker shut. "Why does the day just have to end with double history?" I said, turning to look at my best friends, Caroline and Bonnie.

"It's not that bad. At least we have Mr Saltzman and not Failing Friel." Bonnie replied.

"She has a point. We can actually get an 'A' grade on a paper unlike Friel's class. Seriously, he gives everyone 'F's, what is up with that? Maybe he's turned on by the letter F; it would be a Freaky Fetish." Caroline laughed.

"Ewww! That is disgusting, Caroline! Come on, we better head to class or we're going to get an after school detention and as much as I like Mr Saltzman, there's only so much time I can spend with him." We quickly headed towards our classroom and tried to subtly slip into the room. We managed to get to our seats completely undetected, which was an odd occurrence; Mr Saltzman would be able to hear a mouse squeak at a concert filled with screaming fans. As I looked to his desk, I was surprised to find the chair neatly placed under the desk and no sign of the sandy-haired man anywhere.

I turned to Caroline to see if she knew what was happening (she knew everything about everybody) but as I opened my mouth to ask, I was interrupted by the sound of the classroom door opening as everyone fell silent. It was only natural for everyone to go quiet, how often was it that a male model walked into our classroom. Okay, maybe he wasn't a male model but he definitely could be with his raven black hair, body to die for and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Thud. Yes, that was the sound my panties made as they hit the floor along with all of the rest of the girls (and maybe some of the boys as well.) He strode to the desk and I couldn't help but admire his strong legs in the tight slacks he wore or the muscles stretching the material of his shirt as he removed his blazer. Adonis who? I watched with fascination as his muscles bunched as he picked up a few pages from the desk. I could just imagine those strong arms holding his body weight up above me as he drove himself into me or how he would swipe all of the papers off the desk so he could take me with wild abandon upon it. I was entranced as he turned to write his name on the board. Mr Salvatore. God, even his name was sexy. As he turned to face the class, his eyes connected with mine and I felt a surge of lust shoot straight to my core. Double history was about to get a lot more interesting...

Damon POV

Damon Salvatore. Sexy, hot and magnificent in the sack were just a few words used to describe me, so it was no surprise to see the girls practically salivating as I entered the room. History. What a boring subject, no wonder Ric asked me to cover. I turned to write my name on the board, I mean, I have to show the girls the whole package, right? As I turned back around, I slowly scanned the room until a pair of doe eyes connected with mine. Doe eyes which were filled with pure, unadulterated lust, looked straight back at me and I couldn't help but admire the rest of her. Heart shaped face, long chocolate tresses (perfect for holding onto as I took her from behind), pert, round breasts just begging to be held and long slender legs which would wrap all the way around my waist as I joined our most intimate areas together. Maybe history wasn't so bad after all.

I looked at the work that had been left. The Civil War. Bleugggh. "All right class, I will be your substitute teacher today. My name is Mr Salvatore. So, if you could all turn to chapter 18, page 64 in your textbooks. Read the chapter and answer the questions that follow. If you need any help, don't hesitate to ask." Such a simple sentence but laced with so much charm. I swear a few of the girls climaxed, just not the one I was hoping for. I watched as the students put their heads down to work and I allowed my mind to drift off, imagining all of the things I could do to that little body of hers, all of the things I could teach her and the pleasure I could bring her. I quickly shook the thoughts out of my head as I felt my slacks tighten with my arousal. I surveyed the class, only to see little-Miss-brown-eyes texting on her phone. This could not have worked out better. I shifted my slacks, attempting to cover my arousal, rose from my chair and stealthily walked to her desk.

Elena POV

Ahem. The sound broke me out of my concentration on the very explicit text one of the girls had sent me detailing exactly what she would like to do to our very sexy sub. I gasped as I looked up, only to be met with those piercing eyes. I quickly closed the message before slowly putting my phone into his outstretched hand, grazing my fingers over his palm delicately. Tingles shot through me as the tips of his fingers curled around mine before letting them slide from his grip.

"You know the rules, Miss..." His deep baritone voice entered my ears.

"Gilbert. E-Elena Gilbert" I managed to stutter out. Even his voice was pure sex.

"Well, E-lena, that will be an after school detention. Please stay after class." He purred.

"I've finished the questions, sir, what will I do?" I said quietly. He slowly leaned forward, his warm breath fanning my face. "I'm sure we will find something to do." He said, the last word laced with so much sexual innuendo that it made me blush right to my hairline.

Twenty minutes and a lot of thigh rubbing later, the bell rang. I was both relieved and terrified. Relieved that everyone was leaving and terrified at how turned on I was and we weren't even alone yet. As the last student filed out of the room I rose from my seat slowly walking to where he sat.

"What do you want me to do, Mr Salvatore?" I asked, huskily.

"Such a loaded question, Miss Gilbert. I mean, do I want you to sit in your seat and write me an essay on what caused the civil war," He slowly stood, leaning in until we were cheek-to-cheek and he was breathing hotly into my ear. "Or do I want you to strip off all of your clothes and lie on the desk so I can sink my dick into your core and make you experience things you've only dreamed about."

"I like the second option better." I answered breathily.

"Good choice." He replied before ensnaring my lips in a kiss so brutal and tender I stumbled back until my ass hit the desk. He leaned down, never breaking the kiss, and dragged his fingertips along my thighs before lifting me up and slamming me onto the desk. The need for air became too strong but as I pulled back, his kisses simply continued down the length of my cheek, my jaw and my neck until he reached my pulse point. His kisses turned into little flicks of his tongue until he slowly began sucking on my pulse point, marking me. I moved my hand behind me flinging pages off the desk before putting my hands on his shirt and ripping most of the buttons off. A low growl emanated from his chest as he tore his lips from my neck and proceeded to pull my top over my head, flinging it somewhere behind his shoulder. His hands went to my breasts, teasing my nipples through the white fabric of my bra as mine went to his belt, quickly discarding it, as he removed what was left of his shirt. I felt his hands slink around my back and the clasp of my bra was opened. I sighed as my breasts were released from the confines of my bra as it too was thrown in the direction of my shirt. I watched as his eyes filled with awe before he gently cupped my breasts, and began to massage them. My hands went to his hair, pulling his mouth to where I needed it most. A moan escaped me as he took one peak in his mouth sucking and flicking it with his tongue. I managed to remove one hand from his hair moving it to the button and zip of my skirt. I quickly undid them pushing my skirt until it fell off of my legs and onto the floor. I toed off my shoes before pulling his head back from my nipples to engage him a deep kiss.

As our tongues were duelling he moved to remove his slacks and shoes. I pulled back from the kiss surprised to see he was going commando. The smirk he was wearing quickly disappeared as I took his large, hard length in my hand. He groaned as I moved my hand along his length slowly at first before increasing my speed. His groans of pleasure spurring me on until his hand closed over mine halting my movements. He quickly kissed my pout away before sliding his hands to my hips, pulling my panties away from my hips and down the lengths of my legs.

"As much as I loved that, I want to be inside of you when I cum, not spilling my seed all over your hand like some teenage boy." I hooked my legs around his waist as he slid a finger between my folds. He moaned and rested his head on my shoulder. "So wet." He ground out through gritted teeth.

"Just for you." I gasped as he inserted another finger, pumping them into me. I stilled his hand and met his questioning gaze. "As much as I loved that, I want you to be inside of me when I cum." I said, throwing his earlier words back at him.

"Fine by me." He said before burying his erection into my tight sheath in one swift thrust. We both groaned out our pleasure as words including 'tight', 'full' and 'perfect' fell from our lips in breathy moans. I rocked my hips against his slowly, enjoying the friction, before I was pushed down until my back met the cold wood of the desk. I gasped at both the coldness and the sensation of his thrusts as they increased in speed. I rocked my hips against his, in time with his thrusts, as we both neared our climaxes. I watched as his face screwed up in pleasure as I tightened around him. He knew I wasn't going to last much longer so pounded into me with reckless abandon. The desk beneath us shook with the force of our mating, our breathy moans turning into loud groans and screams.

"Damonnnnnnnnnnnnn!" I screamed as my climax overtook me. He followed shortly after, groaning my name into my shoulder. We both lay on the desk panting and feeling sated before looking into each other's eyes. As our eyes connected we both let out breathless laughs.

"How did it compare to your fantasy?"

"Better, much better." He breathed, kissing my swollen lips delicately.

"I sort of ruined it at the end." At his questioning look, I continued. "I called you Damon, Mr Salvatore."

"I think I can let that one slide. There's nothing sexier than when you scream my name and plus, you gave a great performance of the virginal student." He slowly slid out of me, trying to prolong the moment for as long as possible, before picking my white panties off the floor and handing them to me with a wink. I chuckled softly.

"I picked them out especially. White is the colour of purity, after all. Sorry about your shirt by the way, guess I got a little wild." I said has I handed his torn shirt back to him.

"Kitten, you can rip my clothes off anytime." He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows in the way that got me all hot and bothered. We quickly gathered the rest of our clothes before I realised I couldn't find my bra.

"Hey, have you seen my bra?"

"Nope, but I must say you look much better without it." He winked, taking in the sight of my pebbling nipples through my shirt. I was about to reply when I heard footsteps approaching from down the corridor. We both scrambled, trying to make ourselves look presentable as Ric walked through the door.

"Hey, Elena, what are you doing here so late?"

"Oh, um I-"

"Elena was a very bad girl." Damon interrupted and at Ric's raised eyebrow, he elaborated. "Texting in class." He said shaking his head and tutting.

"Oh, well don't let it happen again, Elena, and thanks for covering my class, Damon."

"It was my pleasure." Damon said, giving me a knowing look.

"Well, we're just going to head out. See you at home, Ric" I rushed out before grabbing Damon and leaving the room.

We walked to the car park and quickly headed to Damon's blue Camaro. As I reached for the door handle, he placed his hand over mine and stopped me from getting in. I turned around and looked as his very amused expression.

"What?" I asked, warily.

"I saw the text from that girl. She sure does want to do some naughty stuff to me. Which brings me to my next question, is that why you went all primal and cavewoman?" He smirked.

"Maybe." I muttered. "What? You're mine and I'm the only one who is allowed to do those sort of things to you." I said with a pout.

"And you do them magnificently, my dear pouty face, but need I remind you, it was your idea to sneak around?"

"Well, you have to admit it's fun! Having sex in places you could get caught is such a turn on and no one even knows what we're doing."

"I have to agree with you there. How about we sneak around for a little while longer and then we can make it official, deal?"

"Deal." I agreed before giving him a long kiss and getting into the car. As he turned on the ignition my phone beeped from his pocket signalling a new message. He read the message and laughed before handing me my phone.

From: Caroline
How was detention? I bet you had a great sexperience ;) xxx

I was right. Caroline Forbes knew everything about everybody.

Damon and Elena found new places to carry out their fantasies. These included; the bathroom at the Grill, the gardens at the Lockwood estate and of course, all of the rooms in both the Gilbert and Salvatore residences.

Two weeks later, Damon and Elena made it official.

Two and a half weeks later, Elena nearly molested Damon after seeing a girl try to hit on him. Damon didn't mind Elena's territorial side one bit.

Four weeks later, Alaric found a few shirt buttons underneath his desk, as well as a white bra amongst his notes on the Civil War. He had an inkling he knew who they belonged to.

Four weeks and one day later, Alaric's desk collapsed. He was going to kill them.

The End.

AN: Pretty please, with a cherry on top review! I'm not much of a SMUT writer so I would love to hear what you think and any constructive criticism you have is greatly appreciated! Amygerrard xxx