Elena knew that Damon was going to hide her well, but she really wasn't expecting a little log cabin 2 days away from Mystic Falls. Before leaving, Bonnie had given them both protection charms to hopefully prevent anyone from finding them. Truthfully, she was tired of running and hiding, but fighting with Damon over it was going to be a losing battle. However, Damon did not disappoint her. The cabin was right on the lake, the moon shining brightly over the water. He was full of surprises. She never expected this out of him. The cabin was fully furnished, living room, television, full kitchen, fire place. "Damon… how in the world did you manage this?" she asked in awe. It amazed her every day when she learned something new about him. He had so many secrets, some good, but some amazing. She couldn't wait to learn every one of them.

"It's mine," he said with a shrug as he moved through the house, checking for any danger. "One of the properties that I bought over the years, incase I need to get away. Like such an occasion. I haven't even been here before."

"Really?" she asked, her muscles relaxing slightly as she smiled up at her now once again boyfriend. Being stuck in a car for two days did nothing to damage their newly formed bond. They talked about everything and anything, some new stuff, some secrets from her childhood that she hadn't shared with anyone, which earned her some stories from Damon's childhood too. She felt spoiled. Now he was sharing a house with her, his house. Something they could do together, without the impending doom hanging over their head. For a short time she could pretend everything was perfect.

She pulled open the French doors leading out to the porch and the pool and she couldn't imagine Damon swimming but there was a first time for everything. She smiled as his arms came around her waist, his lips finding her pulse point almost instantly. "You look happy," he observed, their fingers lacing together over her abdomen. This was the longest they had gone with just kissing since they got together. Elena wasn't going to lie, the sex was amazing, and she missed it. Every touch between them was electric, setting her skin ablaze with desire. But she didn't want their new relationship to be just sex, and she didn't want to pressure him. And… she didn't want this secret hanging over them. She just had to find the right time to tell him. Like now.

"I am happy," she confirmed. "Being with you makes me… over the moon Damon. It always has." Suddenly there was a loud crash of thunder and the porch lights went out, causing her to jump nearly out of her skin. Even as a vampire, she couldn't control her reactions to thunder and she knew she didn't need lights, but that didn't mean she wanted them off.

"Dammit," he growled, hugging her briefly for reassurance. "We did not check the weather in our haste to leave. Let me check the breaker box." After he vanished, she headed back inside to the bedroom just to start unpacking some of their things. Damon rejoined her within five minutes. "We're out at least until the morning."

"I think we'll survive," she teased, her muscles finally relaxing. "It's not like we really need lights." She could do one night. Her hand felt the charm hanging around her neck, firmly resting against her chest. She had faith in Bonnie. They were always in danger, but something about this time seemed different to her. She couldn't shake the feeling of dread that was filling her.

He chucked and kissed her temple. "I'm going to start a fire," he said, his fingers moving through her hair. "It'll get uncomfortably cold in here from the lake."

"Then I say we just snuggle in bed and listen to the rain fall," she called, almost hopefully. It really had been a long few days and she wanted to stretch her muscles. If she could just curl up next to him, maybe she would feel better. Being away from him for so long had made her more jumpy than usual. She loved their road trips together, but she hated being cooped up in the car. Why did they always have to make their get away in a vehicle? Maybe in the future they could run away on an airplane. She laughed a little at her own inside voice, knowing she could never be far from the rest of her family.

"Don't think we have much choice," he answered.

She chuckled to herself and moved the suitcase off the bed before stripping down to her panties and tank top. Her skin hummed as she felt the warmth of the fire slowly seep into their room, as she climbed under the covers. Her stomach twisted in knots, anxious to have him next to her once more, the way they should be. The trembling of her legs made her brows crease. Why was she so nervous? It was just Damon. They loved each other and had been through hell for each other, but she shouldn't feel like her chest was about to explode.

Damon joined her a few minutes later, a little surprised to find her in bed already. "Look at you, like you're on vacation," he teased, shedding his jacket and shoes.

"Might as well enjoy being away from Mystic Falls," she said with a shrug. He disappeared into the bathroom, just to change into his pajama pants and she was mildly disappointed that he had his shirt on, but she was going to do her best to behave. Her nerves were already buzzing being this close to him. "Don't you agree?" She knew she had to tell him about Enzo, but the words just lodged in her throat. He had to know already… she was horrible at keeping secrets. Damon could read her like a book. From the day he met her and kissed her hand, he knew her. It scared the shit out of her sometimes, but if she was truly honest with herself, it wasn't as bad as it sounded. Having someone you could rely unconditionally, no matter what, gave her a sense of piece even with the end of the world upon them over and over.

"I suppose," he said in consent as he crawled next to her. "It is nice to have some privacy for once." They both took extra care to make sure that Stefan's feelings were preserved, and that they didn't flaunt their relationship in front of him. They tried to be quiet at home, or wait 'til he was out of the house before they were out of control. Stefan held a special place in her heart, and he didn't want to see him hurt for anything. She knew Stefan was happy for them… them finally being together made their whole circle a little less tense.

She settled into the sheets, a smile curving on her face as he curled around her, his hand innocently resting on her stomach. Damon was anything but shy, pulling her close to him, his nose buried in her hair. Her muscles were taut, almost ready for a fight, but she forced herself to calm down. If he asked her what was wrong, she was not going to be able to hold it together. She would never lie to his face, but she promised herself she would tell him first thing in the morning. She couldn't hide the mild shake of her legs every few minutes, but she allowed her eyes to close the sound of the rain to wash over her.

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After an hour, it became clear to Elena that she was not going to be sleeping, and Damon didn't seem to notice his innocent stroking of his fingers on her stomach was setting her on fire. She had rolled on her back, her arm curled under the pillow as he curled closer to her, his head pillowed on her shoulder. She bit the inside of her cheek as she tilted her head in the barest of touches against him as his finger slipped under her tank top that was riding up her waist.

Damon nuzzled her neck as his thumb grazed the underside of her breast. Elena barely allowed a sigh of pleasure to escape her lips as she allowed her arm to loosely curl around his shoulders. His hands became a little braver; his fingers ghosting over her nipples, shooting shocks of pleasure right to her core. The more he teased her breasts, the higher her tank top got, revealing her stiff peaks to his roaming digits. She shifted her legs almost restlessly, trying to relieve the throbbing between her thighs.

Damon kissed her collar bone, his hands drifting lower, running down her leg. His grip tightened briefly around her knee as the scent of her arousal assaulted his nose. A very low growl escaped from his chest as his fingers ran back up the inside of her thigh. Her panties were soaked already as he gently pressed on her clit through the rough cotton. She couldn't help the hiss that escaped her throat at the sensation on her over sensitized bundle of nerves. Her hips rocked against his hand as he teased her through the fabric of her panties. Her fingers tightened around his shoulder as she lifted her hips, a whimper escaping her lips.

His lips found her heaving breasts, gently kissing her milky flesh. His tongue barely tasted her nipple as he increased the pressure of his fingers. He gently bit sensitive flesh, growling in approval when she pulled him closer to her. He took some mercy on her, sliding his finger between her quivering lips, barely teasing her tight, molten sheath.

"Damon…" she mewled, arching into him. "Please…"

But he made no other response to her other then to scrape his tongue over her nipple as he pulled her soaking panties down her legs. Her knees immediately feel open but the teased her inner thighs with feather light touches, smiling at her pleading whimpers. Her glistening lips were calling to him as his fingers found her dripping channel once more. He stroked her slit from back to front, teasing her clit with each stroke. "You smell amazing."

Elena inhaled deeply when two fingers finally pierced her folds. She didn't even bother to hide the shaking, or the unexpected flood of pleasure when he down- stroked his finger, teasing her most private of areas. But she couldn't control her body any longer. Her juices were coating his fingers as he pinched her clit, causing her to cry out. "Damon… please…"

His dripping fingers ghosted a little lower as she spread her legs even further, arching her ass into his hand. He teased the cleft of her ass as she brought her knee up higher, allowing him better access to her pleasure. Damon pumped two fingers knuckle deep into her vagina, slow, deliberate strokes, enough to cause her clit to throb happily but not enough for release. As his slippery fingers left her vagina, he easily slid one finger up her ass, and she couldn't keep her hips from rocking against his hand, crying out as one finger pierced her tiny hole.

"Fuck Elena," he growled into her neck. "You're making me crazy here."

Elena thrust against his hand. "Deeper please Damon," she whimpered. "Don't stop." She gave up trying to stop the uncontrollable shaking of her body as waves of pleasure washed over her. She barely noticed her surroundings as white lights shot behind her eyes, her body nearly coming off the mattress to get closer to him. Something clicked in the back of her mind as Damon slid over her, but her brain was still fuzzy with pleasure. "Damon… wait."

His arms shook with the sheer amount of effort it took to stop from taking her right there, and god help her, she wanted him to. She wanted him buried deep inside her for the rest of eternity. "What's wrong?" he asked, frowning when he saw a tear escape her eyes. "Elena?"

Her body was still trembling as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Well she tried to anyways. Her limbs felt like Jell-O and heavy. "I have to tell you something," she whimpered, unable to keep the emotion from her voice as she forced her eyes open and meet his in the dark. She shouldn't have waited so long.

"Right now?" he asked in a light voice, his thumb stroking her cheek. "I'm about to make love to you, Sweetheart. It can wait."

Elena shook her head. "We already went too far," she said, slowly sitting up, with him still knelt between her knees. "I should have told you before." Some girlfriend she was. Her brain never seemed to work when he was touching her, really touching her. "I'm so sorry Damon."

He moved next to her, his body facing hers as he moved her hair over her shoulder. "You're scaring me, Elena," he said sadly, wiping the tears from her cheeks. The more tenderness he showed her, the sicker she felt. She didn't deserve how he was treating her.

Elena sighed. "Before we left, Stefan called me while you were getting blood," she said softly. "And he told me that Enzo killed himself but he wanted me to tell you he left town." She waited for the word to implode, for the explosion to hit. Her back hurt with how tense her muscles were, but she kept her eyes on the sheets between them.

He shook his head in confusion. "Elena you're not making any sense," he said, turning her more toward him. "Enzo texted me, remember?"

"I don't know who sent that, but Stefan said he's dead," she said meekly. She had forgotten all about that and totally forgot to ask Stefan about it. But that didn't matter now. "I was going to tell you as soon as we were off the road. First thing in the morning… I didn't think things would go this far so soon." She paused for a moment to rub her face. "I don't know why I thought we could behave for one night."

Damon sighed and reluctantly climbed out of bed. "Well I started it," he said, running both his hand through his sex hair.

"Damon, I'm sorry," she said helplessly, curling her legs close to her chest. She should have told him as soon as Stefan told her. She shouldn't have lied. They were supposed to be starting fresh, and she messed it up already.

"Just get some rest," he said. "I just need a few minutes."

She didn't bother to stop the tears sliding down her cheeks. "Okay," she whispered as he left her alone in the dark. But she got out of bed to grab a change of clothes before going to the bathroom. She sat on the floor against the door, trying to drown out the sound of her heart breaking.