Hey guys! Okay so this was the story that I would write on when I had writers block for other stories, so it's basically just a short little chapter fic that is little plot and a lot of smut, born of boredom.
Loosely based on my one-shot Perfectly Broken Pieces that had a lot of "multi-chapter" requests.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD or the Characters.

It meant nothing, babe, I swear!

Elena stumbled over a tree branch as she let the sentence repeat through her head, over and over, convinced that she might believe it if she tried hard enough.

Her boyfriend's voice had been so desperate when he had uttered those words to her, merely moments after she had caught him in a car, half naked with her friend.

The very friend that she had ridden with to the party at Tyler Lockwood's house tonight.

The football team had won their first game of the season, and it was meant to be a night of celebration.

Instead, Elena was staggering through the woods, cold in her cheer uniform, now that she had left the warmth of the bonfires, and tears were streaming endlessly down her face.

It meant nothing.

She wanted to believe it.

After all, there had been kegs back at the party, and she knew Stefan had probably drunk more than his fair share…

But the image of him tangled up under Caroline's skirt, his hands on her bare back as they screwed, was permanently seared into her brain.

Caroline. Seriously? One of her best friends! How could they do this to her?

And worse, was she even surprised?

There had always been a layer of tension between the two of them, and more than once she had caught a shared look pass between-

She nearly tripped over another tree root and kicked it in frustration once she regained her footing.

Then she cursed at it. And kicked it again.

Maybe the truth had always been right there in front of her...maybe she just didn't want to see it.

And now everything was ruined!

Another kick.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Elena?"

She span around at the sound of the masculine voice, and saw a lone figure next to a nearby tree, "Stefan?"

Had he followed her when she had stormed off from the party?

Good. Because he owed her one hell of an explanation!

Though, she wasn't sure if she could stomach the truth of it.

However, what stepped toward her from the shadows wasn't her boyfriend.

"Wrong Salvatore," the voice teased, and Elena's shoulders slumped in both relief and disappointment at the sight of another friend.

"Oh, Damon. I thought you might be-"

"My brother?"

She nodded as he drew closer to her; close enough that she could make out his features in the dim light provided by the moon above.

Despite the relation, Stefan's older brother looked nothing like him.

Where Stefan was bright and blond with big green eyes, Damon was like midnight water; dark and alluring.

Their differences weren't just physical either.

Damon was the Salvatore black sheep, a notorious flirt and playboy who enjoyed bending the rules whenever it suited him.

Everyone knew he was trouble with a pretty smile.

Unlike Stefan, who people respected. He was the town's golden boy.

Sweet and loyal and hers.

Until tonight.

Damon's bright blue eyes stood out against his pale skin and the ink coloring of his hair, and seemed to register the tear marks on her cheeks.

He lifted a hand to her face, his knuckles brushing against her wet skin, "I saw you take off from the party."

"So you followed me?"

He ignored her accusatory tone, "What happened?"

Not willing to humiliate herself further with the truth, Elena pushed his hand away, "Nothing. Stefan and I had a fight. I wanted to be alone."

"What? There's trouble with Mystic Falls High's perfect IT couple?" he pretended to gasp, "Say it isn't so."

Elena glared at him and he smirked, "Oh come on, my brother isn't always the brightest bulb in the box, but I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

When she only rolled her eyes, he tried again, "What was the fight about?"

And was met with silence.

Despite their friendship, Damon had never been the biggest supporter of her relationship with his brother...well, relationships in general, actually; he thought they were a waste of time.

And she wasn't about to bare her soul to be mocked by Mystic Fall's Hue Hefner.

"Ele-"

"Nothing important," she set her jaw as she cut him off, "Like I said, I just wanted to be alone."

Damon's head crooked as he studied her, "You are actually upset. What happened?"

"I said I wanted to-"

"Be alone," he finished, "Yeah, I got that."

"But you could have gone home," he pointed out, when she said nothing, "Why run further off into the woods? You could get lost, or-"

Frustrated and getting angrier, Elena lashed out at him, "Why do you care? This has nothing to do with you. You didn't have to leave the party to come after me. So why don't you go back to Rebekah, or Rose, or Andie, or whoever your entertainment of the night is, and leave me the hell alone!"

She blinked harshly as new tears formed with her outburst, but Damon seemed unaffected and she hated him for the calm expression on his face.

"As much as I love honoring a woman's demands, I'm not leaving you alone out here in the woods," he said plainly, "So either tell me what Stefan said that upset you so badly, or at least let me walk you to your car."

Elena swallowed thickly, crossing her arms against the cold air and his comment.

"Caroline drove me," she managed with a shiver, her friend's name burning on her tongue, "I had no way to leave."

Damon frowned and, after a seconds pause, started to shrug out of the leather jacket that he always wore.

Before Elena had the chance to protest, he had slipped it around her shoulders and the heat left behind from his body erupted goosebumps on her skin.

"Then I'll take you home."

She sighed, "I don't need a babysitter, Damon. Seriously. Go back to the party and I'll just-"

"My car is this way," he told her, placing a hand against her lower back to urge her forward, making it clear that there would be no arguing on the matter.

He was stubborn that way.

With another weighty exhale, she gave in and let him lead her through the trees.

Damon was glad he had the roof of his Camaro up, as Elena Gilbert climbed into the passenger seat and shivered against the cold leather.

He cranked the engine and worked on getting the heater going, wishing he had another jacket to give her.

She was still in her cheer uniform, which meant she must have rode to the party right after the game earlier that night.

And while everything male in him appreciated the amount of bronzed skin showcased by that sinfully short skirt, he didn't imagine it offered much in the way of warmth.

"It'll heat up soon," he promised, as he put the car in reverse and began pulling away from where their classmates vehicles lined the edge off the woods.

Elena didn't answer, but she did pull his jacket closer to her body, and settled back into the seat.

He glanced over at her a few more times as the gravel turned to blacktop under his tires, and while her expression was blank, he could tell by her eyes that something was on her mind.

"Come on, Gilbert," he urged after a moment of silence, "Talk to me. What happened tonight?"

Elena shook her head, and he cursed her stubbornness.

Ever since they were kids she had been like that, hard headed with single minded focus.

Once she decided something, even as small as not talking, she stuck to it.

He, however, who had had many years of learning ways to get under her skin, knew how to get a reaction.

"I guess I'll just have to ask Stefan tomorrow and see if he knows why you were a complete mess out in the woods."

He expected the glare that came his way.

"Just stay out of it, Damon," she warned, and he had to fight back a victorious smirk.

The ice was broken. Now he just had to pry the truth from her.

"Now why would I do that?" he asked her, raising a brow in fake innocence, "Especially given how upset you were when I found you."

"I wasn't that upset," she snapped, her voice colder than the temperature outside, "And I didn't ask for you to come find me."

No. He had decided to do that on his own when he had seen her running through the crowd of classmates and disappearing into the trees.

He told himself it was because it was the right thing to do.

The Gilberts, like the Salvatores, were one of the founding families of Mystic Falls, the town they all called home, and Elena had always been like...well, not a little sister exactly, but some sexier equivalent.

She was his friend.

So of course he had followed her into the woods.

Various social events and school activities had intertwined their childhoods, and being the oldest of the group meant that he was supposed to look out for the younger ones.

And old habits die hard, despite the fact that Elena hadn't needed looking after since he had punched a bully for her in the fifth grade.

The kid had tattled and gotten Damon grounded for a week, but the way Elena had beamed at him then had made it worth it.

She didn't need much from him anymore.

Not since middle school, actually, when she had gained popularity while his own reputation dipped the opposite direction, and Stefan became the object of her fixation.

But she was hurting now...and his brother was probably the cause.

"It's just us here, Elena," he tried again, softening his tone, "You can tell me anything."

She bit her lip as he turned down a street, then another one, getting closer to her house.

"Why?" she quipped, "So you can make some joke or innuendo that will make me feel worse than I already do?"

He sighed, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers, "I am actually trying to help...to be a good friend."

She laughed dryly, "And if the next words out of your mouth are about having a shoulder for me to cry on, I will literally jump out of this car."

Damon smiled, despite himself, "Now that would be a bit of an overreaction, don't you think? My shoulders have to be a better alternative than death by asphalt."

Elena didn't argue the point, but instead, turned her head to look out the window.

There wasn't much to see in the night but a bunch of passing trees, so he knew she was back in her thoughts again.

"I'm angry at Stefan," she whispered, finally, the words so small he almost missed them.

"Me too, generally," Damon offered, "And him at me. It's kind of our thing. But not usually yours...so what's the deal?"

She blinked quickly, as if trying not to cry, before a look of anger clouded her expression, "I caught him with Caroline in her car, at the party. And they weren't exactly having a friendly chat."

Oh. Shit.

"Caroline?" Damon felt his mouth pull down at the corners, "As in Caroline Forbes? I thought you and Blondie were like this."

He crossed his fingers for emphasis.

"So did I," Elena stated heatedly, "But apparently I was wrong."

Silence fell as Damon searched for the right thing to say, but before anything came to him, Elena's palm slammed against his dashboard.

"God, I'm so stupid! They're always eyeing each other and joking and hanging out and Stefan's been so distant lately and I just thought that...I wanted to believe...and this whole time, oh god..."

She dropped her head into her hands, "I think I'm going to be sick."

Damon immediately pulled over onto the side of the road, and Elena scrambled out of the car.

He copied the movement, and walked over to her side.

Luckily the air seemed to help calm her, but tears were back in those big brown eyes.

"Did you know?" she asked accusingly, when they landed on him, "Is something going on between them? Does she come to your house? You would have told me, right?"

Damon placed his hands on her arms, hoping to ease her away from the hysterics, and held her gaze, "Elena, breathe."

When she did as he said, he answered her question, "As far as I knew, you were the only girl Stefan was sleeping with. If something is going on with Caroline, it's not happening at our house."

He wasn't sure if she was relieved by that or not, but her gaze dropped and her shoulders slumped, "We're not."

"What?"

Elena looked up and there was a slight blush on her cheek...or maybe that was just the cold air getting to her.

"We aren't sleeping together," she elaborated, seeming embarrassed by the admission.

"You aren't?"

Damn, now that was surprising. How long had the two of them been dating?

A year? Maybe more.

And nothing had happened in all that time?

"I wanted to wait," Elena explained, "But...maybe I was wrong...maybe that's why I'm losing him…"

Damon shook his head, "You guys haven't done anything? Stefan has definitely hinted otherwise."

The red in her cheeks deepened, and the color looked good on her, "I mean, we've done some things. Over the clothes stuff. Just not everything. I've been thinking about it lately, but Stefan hasn't really seemed interested...and maybe that's because he's already getting it."

She laughed bitterly, "God, what am I doing wrong, Damon? Be honest. You know him as well as anyone. I thought things were good between us. Why would he do this to me?"

He wished he had a better answer to give her than the one that came to mind.

That it wasn't about her.

Stefan was the person he was closest to in his family, but the guy was an idiot.

Why the fuck even bother with a relationship if you were going to be looking for side action?

That was the whole reason Damon himself didn't do the girlfriend thing.

He knew himself well enough to know that he had no interest in monogamy.

But apparently Stefan had taken after their father in the retrospect of wanting to have your cake and eat it too.

Like that infidelity wasn't the driving factor in their mother's choice to abandon their family all those years ago.

It appeared some lessons were learned the hard way; he just hated that Elena was the one having to suffer the fallout, in this case.

"It's not you," Damon said with enough certainty that Elena almost believed him, "If a guy is looking to get some ass on the side, he will. No matter who he's dating."

She flinched a little and shook her head, "So it's not because he's bored of me? Or because Caroline, who I'll admit has vastly more experience than I do, is giving him something I won't, or can't?"

When Damon hesitated to answer, she narrowed her eyes, "That is it, isn't it?"

"No," he started, then amended when he caught her expression, "Not exactly. Look, I'm just saying that Stefan knew what he was or wasn't getting with you. If he wasn't okay with a girlfriend that doesn't put out, he should have broken up with you instead of going behind your back."

"Great," another harsh chortle escaped her, "That makes me feel loads better."

Damon sighed deeply, "You wanted honesty. But what does it matter now? You caught him. Dump his ass and move on. I hear revenge sex is a great cure for a broken heart."

Elena stared at him for a moment, then let out a small laugh.

A real one this time.

"You would be a crappy wing man."

Damon smirked and leaned back against the passenger door of his car, "No. I just have a low tolerance for bullshit. Stefan knows what you mean to me, to our family, and to this town. If he's going to be a dumbass, he deserves what he gets."

She had to agree with that...but still...her chest hurt at the thought of things being over between them.

Stefan had been her crush since she was twelve, her boyfriend for over a year now...she loved him, didn't she?

And more than that, if they broke up people would talk.

One of the most envied couples in school, darlings of the town; the perfect match...how could she ever admit that she hadn't been enough to keep his interest?

"I don't want to lose him," she admitted quietly, "Even though I'm pissed, I don't want him to leave me for Caroline, or anyone else."

"You have two options then," Damon's mouth straightened, drawing attention to his full lips, "You can try to learn every trick in the book and fuck him so mindblowingly that he'll never dare look elsewhere, or…," he reached out and tucked a piece of hair the wind had been teasing back behind her ear, "You can realize that you are too good to beg for his attention, and you don't have to come second to anyone."

For some reason, Damon's words sent a warm tingle down her spine, and watching him stand there, looking like every girl's dark fantasy, Elena got an idea.

It wasn't proper and it wasn't something she would have ever considered, under different circumstances.

But at this point, she had more to lose than just her pride and she knew Damon better than most.

So with a sudden rush of boldness, she said, "Then show me how to be first."

He blinked, confused, "What do you mean?"

She stepped closer to him, "I mean that I can choose both options. I can keep his attention by blowing his mind, and you have more experience in this particular department than anyone I know."

Damon frowned, "Your point?"

"My point is that half the girls on the squad, if not the school, either have slept with you or want to. If this is about sex...then who better to show me what to do to get and keep Stefan's focus on me."

"I am quite versed on the subject," he drawled, then shook his head, "But I highly doubt ruining your good girl reputation by throwing yourself on my brother's dick in some desperate last ditch effort is going to rectify the situation."

Elena crossed her arms, choosing to ignore his crassness, "It will ruin my reputation more if people find out the "perfect couple" broke up because the good girl couldn't keep her boyfriend's attention."

"It's beneath you," he scorned, waving a hand in indication of her body, "You're hot, and a cheerleader, and one of the most popular girls in school. You shouldn't have to compete at all. You are better than-"

"Save the righteous indignation," she cut him off, "And agree to help me."

He stared at her as if it was the first time he was seeing her, but Elena didn't back down.

Being the well behaved good girl hadn't gotten her anywhere and if she had to seal the deal in order to keep her boyfriend, then she was going to do it right.

Her point was solid.

Damon was the most promiscuous person she had ever met, and he understood Stefan better than anyone else.

She trusted him to be honest, and damn it, he was going to help her.

"You're serious," he murmured after a moment of reading her expression.

Elena nodded, "I really am."

Damon's head shook, "Surely you don't need advice on how to get a guy into bed."

"No," she allowed, "But I've never done this before. What if I mess up and completely embarrass myself? What if he doesn't like it? Apparently what we've done so far wasn't good enough, so I-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Damon waved his hand again, this time to stop her, "Stefan situation aside, you've never slept with anyone before? I thought that straight A's, innocent virgin thing was just a front to keep those parents of yours happy?"

Elena rolled her eyes impatiently, "No, it's not a front. Some of us don't live to rebel against our families. Now instead of judging, can you just agree to help me? Please, Damon."

Of all the ways his night could have gone, Damon never would have imagined it taking a turn in this direction.

Perfect Elena Gilbert begging him to help her please his brother in bed.

Talk about life's weird moments.

But that little "please" of hers was impossible to deny, and she wasn't a little girl on the playground anymore.

If she wanted to learn how to seduce and give pleasure...it wasn't his place to stop her.

But you don't have to help her either, his conscience pointed out.

Though to be honest, half of him doubted she would be able to go through with it if he did.

It was easy to think that you knew what you wanted before actually getting a taste of it.

And as stubborn as Elena was, he was willing to bet her goody-two-shoes side won out.

To prove that point to her, and maybe to himself, Damon played along.

"What's in it for me?"

Elena blinked, as if surprised that he might consider agreeing, "What do you mean?"

"You want me to help sex you up," he pointed out, "For Stefan to reap all the benefits. And I'll assume you also want to keep this under the radar. So what do I get for my effort?"

Her lips parted slightly and his eyes drew down to them, outlining the pouty shape a time or two before meeting her gaze expectantly.

"If you're drawing a blank, I can think of a few fun suggestions."

"Oh, don't be a pig," Elena chastised him, then sighed, "I suppose...I could tutor you."

Damon smirked at that, "I'm a year ahead of you, Gilbert."

"So? I'm studying at a University level and you're failing Calculus," she pointed out, "You and Stefan have both told me that your Dad has been on your ass about your grades. You're a senior, and college applications will start soon. And if you care about having an academic future…"

While the prize he had been considering was slightly less schoolwork inclined, Damon couldn't deny that Elena made a valid point.

Maybe this could actually be beneficial for them both.

"So," he stated for clarification, "Your proposition is...what? That you help me with homework in exchange for-"

"For you discreetly teaching me," she finished, "You know...how to please a guy. Like I said, what I've been doing so far hasn't been good enough. So I'm willing to defer to your excessive experience."

"In pleasing guys?" he can't help but tease her, a small grin spreading across his mouth.

Elena punched his arm, "Shut up. You know what I mean. You know what guys like. And you know Stefan."

"Not like that," he muttered, but raised a hand when she went to hit him again, "But yes, I get what you mean…"

Elena bit her lip, "So, you'll do it?"

"You're sure this is what you want?" Damon challenged.

She nodded slowly, "If I don't do something...I'm going to lose him. If not to Caroline, then someone else. I want to do this."

Damon still didn't agree with her reasoning, but she was grown enough to make that choice for herself, and he actually could use her help with his grades.

He knew for a fact that she was top of her class and had taken advanced courses for years.

Her overachievements were something he liked to tease her about sometimes.

And maybe a small part of him was intrigued at the idea of educating her in a very different way.

"Don't fight me on this," she pleaded with him, "You know you could use my help. We need each other. And besides," she smirked a little, "Isn't corrupting virgins right up your bad boy alley?"

"I'd be more inclined to agree if you were just the average good girl going bad, but we both know that this isn't the case," he pulled away from his perch to stand in front of her, "You're different, Elena; Founding Family and all. Corruption comes at a price for us, so you need to be sure you're willing to pay it."

There was a blazing look in those doe eyes.

"Is this sure enough for you?" she challenged, and grabbed the front of his shirt.

Damon had very little time to register what was happening before her lips came against his and a jolt like lightning shot down his spine.

For a moment, he was stunned into immobility; completely struck stupid by the fact that Elena Gilbert was kissing him.

Then the heat of her body sidling up next to his broke through the shock and the soft pressure of her mouth called to him.

His arms slid around her, beneath his jacket that had slipped down to expose her shoulders and he pulled her flush against his chest, deepening the kiss.

Elena's lips parted and his tongue dipped between them, tasting her, teasing her and himself in the process.

And when her own tongue joined in, he forgot everything.

He forgot that this girl had been like a kid sister to him since birth.

That she was one of his best friends now.

He forgot that she was currently his brother's girlfriend and that he really shouldn't be gripping her hips the way he was.

Like he was about to pick her up and pin her against the nearest flat surface.

He forgot that it was a cold fall night and they were standing on the side of the road near his car in the dark.

Hell, he might have even forgotten his own name.

Then, as quickly as it started, the moment was over.

Elena pulled away from him, his mouth, and his embrace.

The biting air was a slap in the face, as well as a hell of a wake up call.

Holy shit...Elena didn't need lessons on how to tease a man; Stefan just needed a lobotomy for not enjoying what was right in front of him.

Damon's eyes trailed Elena's face, noticing her beauty more keenly than ever, and his only consolation was that she was breathing as hard as he was...and appeared just as affected by the kiss.

"It's a deal," he exhaled slowly, regaining control of himself.

All effort was lost when she smiled at him, "Thank you."

He nodded, but felt as if he should be saying those words to her.

God, Damon thought, my brother really is an idiot.

And wasn't that just perfect for him.

Elena couldn't sleep after Damon dropped her off, despite being snuggled up in a ton of blankets on her queen sized bed.

The house was empty due to the fact that her parents were out of town for a hospital conference.

Not that it was ever brimming with their presence, even when they were home in Mystic Falls.

They both ran a practice through Mystic Falls General, and the tedious, alternating schedules didn't leave a lot of room for quality family time.

Not that Elena really minded...sometimes it was a blessing to so rarely have her mother and father home together.

On the nights when one or both of her parents were working, she knew she wouldn't have to put in her headphones with her music playing on the loudest setting to drown out the arguing that always managed to echo down the hall.

That was, of course, assuming her parents managed to stay in the same room with each other for longer than ten minutes.

On the nights they couldn't, the silence was loaded with all the things they weren't saying, or had said too many times already.

So really, absence was better, even if it was a week long.

Besides, she was supposed to be crashing with Caroline.

Her anger had subsided some, though she still felt annoyed every time her phone lit up with a text from the blonde in question.

Lots of apologizing. Even more excuses.

It just happened.

We had been drinking.

The quickly overused "It didn't mean anything."

Her text were starting to sound a lot like Stefan's.

Elena had decided to ignore them both until morning, when she had had a bit more time to process the events of the night.

Especially the ones at the end of it.

Had she really kissed Damon Salvatore?

She lifted her fingers to her lips, tracing the length of them and remembering how it felt to have Damon's against them.

The electric shock that touching him had sent through her body had been a surprise, and it had taken all of her will power to pull away when she did.

Damon certainly had talent, and she knew that, despite the moral ambiguity of the matter, enlisting his help was the best thing to do.

She had considered, after the kiss, that the physical aspect of this learning experience might almost be the same as cheating on Stefan, but had quickly nixed that thought.

It was Stefan's fault she even felt the need to seek Damon's help, and using him for strictly educational purposes was not cheating.

Not like Stefan had done with Caroline.

And besides, it was just Damon.

They were friends.

And who else could teach her how to not only get her boyfriend's singular focus, but make him regret ever letting it trail elsewhere in the first place.

Maybe she was feeling a tad vindictive, but she wanted Stefan to want her so badly, he would hate himself for ever risking losing her.

She already had to compete for her parents' attention; she refused to do the same with her boyfriend.

So she would make him want her; she would be the best.

And no one knew what pulled the strings of desire better than Damon.

She was eager to learn anything he was willing to show her, and she trusted him to keep quiet about their arrangement.

Her phone beeped again, and Elena groaned, getting ready to just silence the thing, when she saw the name on the screen.

Speaking of the devil…

D: Stefan's home. He was moping about how you're ignoring him. I think he thinks you're going to dump him.

Elena smirked as she read the message.

E: Good. He deserves to feel like crap tonight.

The reply came before she had the chance to set her phone back down.

D: So you like to punish. Kinky.

She laughed and rolled over, propping herself up on an elbow to text him back.

E: I'm only pro-torture when it's deserved...or when I'm really bored.

His reply was short.

D: Bored now?

She began typing a response, but her phone rang before she could send it.

Damon was calling her.

Her stomach flipped as she answered, "Hello?"

"Torture me."

She giggled quietly and turned onto her side, "I never said I was bored now...though I am sure you've done plenty to deserve a punishment."

His warm chuckle echoed down the line, "Maybe one or two things of late. Is my brother still texting you?"

Elena pulled the phone away to check her notifications, "Off and on for the past hour. Though you should know as well as me. You're at home with him."

"No, I locked myself in the bedroom," he said easily, "Only so much poor-me-pity-me I can take in one night."

She frowned at that, "Do you think I should text him back?"

"Hell no. Let him fret tonight. Or all weekend. Really work him up for you."

She sighed and flipped onto her back again, "Monday, then. I'll let him off the hook after some grovelling...then you'll help me make sure this never happens again, right?"

"Deal's a deal," Damon agreed with a slight jostling, and she could just imagine him stretching out on his large, king size bed, "Though part of me thinks you're lying about your experience. Or lack thereof."

Elena blinked in the dark; her mouth falling open, "Lying? I didn't lie to you."

Something changed in Damon's tone then, and his voice deepened, "Well, you certainly don't kiss like a virgin."

A blush ran through her cheeks and down her neck, causing Elena to have to swallow, twice, before responding.

"I was proving a point."

That dark laugh sounded again, "Right. And what point is that? That you're sure you want my help learning how to seduce a man? You are plenty capable of that already."

The praise would have meant more if the image of her boyfriend cheating wasn't still so fresh in her mind.

If she was so great at the sexual stuff, why was Stefan looking elsewhere for it?

"I'm not," she murmured, and wondered if the shame in her voice was as obvious to Damon as it was to her, "I have no clue what I'm doing when it comes to all that."

"Mmm," he purred, "The hand between my legs right now begs to differ."

Elena shot up off the pillow, "Damon! You are not- you can't be-"

He laughed as she spluttered in shock.

"Calm down, Gilbert, I'm only joking. Well. Sort of joking. I have had a raging hard on since your little kiss earlier, but I'm polite enough to wait until we're off the phone before taking care of it."

Her mouth fell open again, and this time, nothing came out.

Had he really just said...oh my god!

"No...this isn't…I didn't meant to give you the wrong impression. If you thought…"

"Elena," he chuckled, "Chill. I'm well aware of what your intentions are; and what they aren't. You do my homework, I give you lessons. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the...side effects."

Her blush deepened and she was suddenly very glad that she was alone tonight.

"Fine," she allowed, "Enjoy whatever you like. But I'm making some conditions to our agreement."

"Oh?"

"Yes, two conditions," she ticked them off on her fingers, as if he could see her, "One, I will not be doing your homework for you. I will help tutor you and make sure your grades improve. But you will do the work."

He was rolling his eyes right now, she just knew it.

"Fine. And two?"

"I will not have sex with you."

Now it was his turn to lack a response, and she couldn't help but enjoy his silence before elaborating, "I will concede to certain...tutorials, if and when it's necessary, but I won't sleep with you. Just to be sure there are no misunderstandings. Okay?"

More silence.

"Hello?"

His throat was cleared, "That almost sounds like a challenge, Gilbert."

"It's really not," she pressed, "I just know you, Damon. You like to play games, and the last thing I need is a scandal. I want to be sure we are on the same page with this. So...are we clear?"

"Yeah, sweetheart," the tease was gone from his voice now, and somehow that seemed even more dangerous, "We're clear."

Bow wow wow :)

So that's the first chapter. Let me know what you think!