This takes place in the time when Stefan is off with Klaus while Elena and Damon are looking for him (Season Three, Episode One, "The Birthday"). Right after Elena's birthday party, Bonnie goes back home with Elena, and they have a sleepover in her room. Stefan still calls Elena, which prompts her to beg Bonnie to do a "see into the future" spell so she can know if Stefan and her ever get a happily ever after. The spell fails...or so it seems. Bonnie accidentally opens a hole in time where Elena spends a night with a certain Salvatore brother in 1864.

Chapter One

Gasping, I bolt up in bed and frantically search my surroundings. As I see my own bedroom and my friend Bonnie sleeping next to me, I finally calm down and fall back onto the pillows. My head is spinning from my most realistic dream yet. I dreamt I had gone back in time and seen...no way. There was just no way it was real. Silently, I cover my embarrassed smile and turn to cuddle with Bonnie.

The night before:

I wake up groggily and in desperate need of a glass of water. Bonnie snores quietly beside me in bed as I slide out from under the blankets as quietly as I can. I barely remember everything that happened before we went to bed-we tried to see into the future, but it failed. All of her grimoire papers were now scattered around my bedroom floor. Gently, I tiptoe to the bathroom with my glass, but as I step on a particular piece of paper, I feel the sensation of falling. Falling fast.

It's dark. It's storming. My head is throbbing as I sit up. I'm in the forest, which makes no sense. I shiver and notice I am lying on the ground in my drenched, long white nightgown. My hair is soaked through, and I am freezing. Miraculously, my hand is still clutching the glass that I was going to use to get some water. None of this makes any sense.

Slowly, I get up, and everything is throbbing. I must have hit the ground when I fell, but where is my house? In the distance, I see a light. Without any other options, I run towards the light, and I see that it's a cottage. There is no paved road, no cars, and no street lights. Where am I? There's nothing around, just farm land and the cottage. I approach the door cautiously. I knock.

I hear rustling on the other side. Then, the door creeps open. My eyes blink rapidly. I cannot believe what I'm seeing. Black, curly hair. White, loose blouse hanging off his shoulders, baring his gloriously sculpted chest to me. Bright and curious blue eyes travelling up and down my entire body. Brief alarm at my random appearance.

"Damon?" I ask in confusion.

Why does he look like this? He looks like he's from Gone with the Wind or something. And why isn't he inviting me in? He looks like he's debating on telling me to get lost or not.

"Katherine? I thought Stefan was meant to accompany you tonight," His eyes narrow as he leans back away from the door.

I'm shivering violently.

"Dammit, Damon! Let me in," I demand with gritted teeth and push him out of the way.

When I enter the cottage, I am taken aback by the interior's decoration. Everything is wooden and looks like something you'd find in an antique shop.

"Who are you?" I hear behind me.

I turn and see Damon in the doorway, looking utterly flabbergasted.

"Not Katherine," I deadpan, turning around to look inside the cottage again.

There's a desk with papers and journals strewn on it as well as a small cot with a woolen blanket. It looks like Damon has been staying here alone for awhile. I set down my glass on the desk and turn back around.

"I did not invite you in," He murmurs with a furrowed brow.

"Close the door. I'm cold," I plead as I wrap my arms around myself.

My nightgown and hair are sticking to me from the cold rain outside. The sound of my teeth clattering momentarily fills the silence.

"Of course. I am so sorry, miss," He apologizes and rushes to the small hearth in order to coax out a fire.

I sit down on the cot and am stunned into silence when Damon approaches me to cover my shoulders with the woolen blanket. He kneels down before me and studies me curiously, no longer threatened by my presence.

"Are you hurt, miss?" He asks with such tenderness that I nearly laugh.

Why is he acting like this?

"I'm fine, Damon," I huff and roll my eyes at his theatricality. Where even are we?

"How do you know my name?" Damon's eyes widen in surprise.

I scoff angrily and kick him lightly with my foot, causing him to sprawl out on the floor. My mouth pops open in confusion because I know he is too strong to let a teenage girl knock him off balance. So much for vampire super strength, I guess.

"Shit!" I gasp, running to help him up.

He pulls me to him so that I'm lying on top of him, our entire bodies pressed together. Our faces are centimeters apart, and I feel his warm breath on my face. His breath smells like hickory wood and smoke. I feel inexplicably drawn in by his cherry-red lips and chiseled jaw.

"This is a dream," I whisper to myself and him.

It must be. None of this makes sense.

"Perhaps it is," He answers, looking just as entranced as me.

Sitting up, I look at the dwindling fire with a look of despair. I'll never get warm now. Definitely not with this wet nightgown still on. Understanding my dilemma, Damon sits up and gulps nervously.

"Ma'am, if I may suggest...I hope I am not being too forward...if you would like to remove your attire, I promise I will remain a gentleman and turn away so as to not see," He swears earnestly, and I can't help the small laugh that leaves my lips.

"Okay," I concede with a blush.

He turns around as I slowly pull the gown over my head. It drops to the floor, and both of our breathing become heavier from the tension. If this is a dream...does that mean I can act on whatever impulse I have? This may be my only chance to explore these feelings I have for him. My heart stutters momentarily at the prospect.

"Damon," I say breathily, my chest heaving in anticipation.

It's just a dream. No one will ever know.

"Yes?" He answers, still turned away from me.

"Turn around."

It's completely silent. He hasn't turned, but I know he understands what I want because his shoulders are tense, and his hands are clenched in fists at his side. Delicately, I walk over to him and run my hands slowly down his back. When he doesn't push me away, I plant a long and wet kiss at the back of his neck and peel off his loose shirt. My hands return to his back, and he only tenses momentarily before relaxing again. I step closer and meld the front of my body into his back. My hands trace his hard chest down to his flat stomach and then to his trousers. When I grasp his trouser buttons, his hands capture mine.

"Please," I breathe into his soft, wispy hair.

Slowly, he turns around and surveys my nakedness. His eyes caress my body until they reach my panties. Hesitantly, he reaches out and feels the soft pink cotton with embroidered lace, and I try not to shudder from the sheer lust I feel.

"These are very small pantaloons," He mumbles in wonder before his eyes meet mine.

He steps closer without touching me until our lips are barely a breath apart.

"You are so beautiful. I conclude that I must be dreaming as well," Damon posits and then exhales loudly with shuddering breath.

His arms come around me, pulling him to me, and I go into him willingly. My arms twine around his shoulders, and my pelvis rubs against him suggestively. Suddenly, his leg forces mine apart so that his thigh is grounding into my sex. We kiss in a frenzy like horny teenagers until we part for breath. Quickly, he lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around him, and he carries us over to the tiny cot. We lie down together, Damon's tongue dominating my mouth and making me wetter than I've ever been before. My whole body is tingling where he touches me, and my nipples are pebbled as my chest rubs against his. I feel like I could orgasm just like this.

Impatiently, I use my toes to push down his pants, and I am momentarily distracted by his lack of underwear. My eyes pop open, but his mouth continues to devour me before descending down my body. He gently bites my nipple, and I spasm from the pleasure. He gives me a typical smirk, and it sends shivers through me at the familiarity. Much too slow for my liking, Damon pulls down my underwear and briefly stares at them, studying their strange shape. My face turns intensely red and hot as he inhales them and his facial expression shows the upmost pleasure at the scent.

"Damon," I gasp in indignation and embarrassment, which causes him to toss the fabric behind him and prowl up my body.

He places his body over mine until I feel him everywhere. I feel so warm with another person's nakedness on top of mine. Inside, my heart is bursting with happiness, and I feel a glowing in my soul. What began as a trivial sex dream has transformed into something more. In order to distract myself from these thoughts, I grab the back of his neck and bring his lips to mine again. His eyes bore into mine as he lifts my leg and places it over his hip. He grabs his swollen flesh and hastily rubs it up and down my entrance. I wiggle and squirm in desperation, begging him with my body to enter me already.

"What is your name?" He asks again, and in that moment, I would give him my name. My house. My social security number. Anything.

"Elena," I gasp, grabbing onto his bulging upper arms and hooking my ankles together under his smooth ass.

"It has been a pleasure meeting you," He grunts as his member unapologetically invades me until he bumps my cervix.

I'm left panting uncontrollably as my walls clench desperately around him. I had some idea of his size from him flashing me this morning, but feeling all of him is a totally different sensation. I can now understand his general swagger and why girls have trailed after him like a lost puppy.

"Elena?" He murmurs, his face rising from the crook in my neck.

His darkened eyes look down on me, searching my face. I'm sure I look like an absolute idiot from all my gasping and clenching. Unconsciously, he thrusts softly, and I release a loud and prolonged groan of pleasure. My head falls back, but I feel a finger on my chin, lifting my eyes back to his.

"Have I hurt you?" Damon breathes, looking equally as effected by our joining.

"No, no...it's just-," I try to explain but have to stop to let out another toe-curling moan as his body slightly rocks against mine.

"-so big," I barely get out in a strangled voice.

To my surprise, he stills and tenderly kisses my forehead, cheeks, and eyelids. His fingers stroke my now damp hair. His lips descend on my face to kiss away the tears rolling down my cheeks. I had no idea I was crying, and I can't explain why. Except maybe he did hurt me but the pleasure has now overtaken the pain? Maybe because this is the happiest I have ever felt in my whole life? And the saddest part is that it is only a dream. When I wake up, it will all be gone.

"I don't want to wake up from this," I mumble against his cheek, and he nods in agreement.

"I would prefer to stay this way forever," He responds in a solemn tone.

He surges over me again, and I cry out, unconsciously scratching his back, causing him to jerk and growl against me. We are both humming inside and completely in tune with each other. I never understood the whole "becoming one" thing that everyone talked about, but I do feel like we have become one in this moment. It's effortless-to give and receive pleasure from the other. It's pure instinct, and I wish I was more surprised at how well we fit together. I think a part of me always knew that we were the other's missing piece, but I didn't want to admit it. We were meant for each other. Now we're gaining speed. I feel sweaty, he feels sweaty. We watch each other, our sweat falling and mingling together. He slides in and out easily. I hear him entering me and feel all my wetness escaping onto the cot beneath us. It's too much. I can't hold it in. He senses it. He pushes harder. He leans down and pants into my ear. He whispers my name like he loves me.

"Damon," I whimper before I surrender into an explosion of pure ecstasy.

Another sensation I had never felt before-the feeling of my body being literally torn apart by the intensity of an orgasm. My body combusts into fire and rockets my soul into the clouds before falling back to earth. I physically burst so hard that liquids are escaping wherever they can from my body. Damon grips my outstretched hands in his as he lunges rapidly into me, finally shooting his load with bone-rattling passion. I realize belatedly that he's crying as his head lands on my neck, and we both continue to breathe unevenly. I am too tired and satisfied to move, and I quietly moan with displeasure when Damon removes himself from me to retrieve my nightgown and tenderly slip it back on. All the time spent by the roaring fire has dried it, and now I snuggle into it unashamedly. Damon hurriedly grabs the blanket and pulls on his trousers, to which I raise an eyebrow inquisitively.

"So I will not wake you up in order to have you again," He explains with a devilish grin, and I blush fiercely at the prospect. I want him again already, but I'm also dead-tired and need to sleep.

He crawls onto the cot behind me and pulls me so we're pressed together comfortably, my back to his front.

"I feel as if I have met you before, Miss Elena," He says dreamily as we drift off to slumber.

"You have," I yawn before closing my eyes and falling asleep.