Screw Moral Fiber.

After short, but in depth conversation with Bree about moral fiber, left him overcome with nausea. He was no longer a man that had values, nor did he give truly give a damn.

Damon slipped into the apartment, quietly closing the door behind him. Elena was curled up in a mess of sheets, finding comfort in Damon's black shirt. Tossing his car keys on the dresser, he slipped out of his black boots.

Damon thrived on impulse, he did not think – only reacted. He never worried about the consequences of his actions, until Elena. Damon instinctively put Elena's safety, and happiness above his own.

Plopping down on the chair, he watched Elena vigilantly, as her chest raised and lowered slightly. She was innocent, full of heart and had a purpose in life. Now she had become sucked into a world of death and darkness, no matter where she was, it would follow.

Damon looked down at his hands, a twinge of guilt in his chest.

"Hey." Elena's voice cracked, pushing his thoughts away. "Where did you go?"

"Dinner." He smirked, watching her eyes grow heavy.

"Will you come lay with me?

Damon simply nodded, as Elena drifted to sleep. As he lay beside her, he stared blankly at the discolor ceiling. He wondered why and how he had come to this point, as he debated his humanity within.

Suddenly, Elena snuggled close against his chest, her hand now draped across his chest, keeping him close. Damon welcomed the feeling, as he instinctively held her.

Regrettably, his mind wandered to Stefan, whom undoubtedly would shove a stake through his heart. His hand now lost in her hair, he closed his eyes as he breathed in her sweet perfume. Stefan was miles away, and Damon refused to let him ruin yet another moment for him.

"Thank you." Elena exhaled, causing Damon to open his eyes.

"For what?"

"For the time out… I haven't had fun like that in forever."

"You won't be thanking me when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Elena nuzzled closer, "It was worth the hangover."

Damon could not resist a smile, although he was sure she would regret all the partying in the morning. As a silence lingered, Bree's words now echoed in his mind, She wants you…it is not like you to sit back and do nothing.

Eyeing her fingers on his chest, he massaged her palm with his thumb. Elena's eyes fluttered open, as she watched Damon play tenderly with her fingers. She found herself completely captivated by his hand lost in hers.

Grazing his thumb about her wrist, he felt her pulse begin to race. Damon wet his lips, as he fought to keep from throwing himself on her. Elena swallowed hard, slowly raising her head from his chest.

As her eyes met with his, Damon gave her hand a gentle squeeze. He clenched his jaw, waiting impatiently for her to make the first move.

Elena searched his icy blue eyes, inching towards him. Damon could feel her breath against his lips, but resisted the temptation. He had already mentally prepared himself for her to have an attack of moral fiber, and turn away.

Elena felt her heart beat hard against her chest, as she finally pressed her lips against his. Like a burst of fire, warmth began to rise inside her, as he kissed her back with such carefulness.

Cupping her face, Damon savored the softness of her lips, as he finally fulfilled his sinful temptation. Feeling her lips part, their tongues mingled wildly, as Elena straddled him.

As they breathed into the kiss, Elena's body throbbed feeling Damon run his hand up the smoothness of her thigh. A soft moan escaped her lips; her hands became lost in his hair, as he kissed along her jaw line, down the nape of her neck.

As she drew him closer, he could feel her blood flow beneath his lips. As the veins protruded beneath his eyes, he ran his tongue along his sharp fangs. Shaking away the desire to taste her, his hands explored the small of her back, as she wriggled with his every touch.

"Damon…" Elena breathed, now lost in piercing blue eyes. Resting her forehead on his, she caressed his cheek with her thumb. Elena felt a twinge of fear rise in her stomach. She did not want to be another tally on Damon Salvatore's list of lousy lays; she needed it to mean something more.

Suddenly, Damon touched her hand, a hint of vulnerability visible in his eyes. She found comfort in his touch, saying what his words could not.

She quickly pushed away her fear, and began to unbutton his shirt, her eyes still burning into his. Damon smirked devilishly at her, as she explored the crevasses of his muscular chest.

"Hard to resist, isn't it?"

"Shhh..." Elena pressed her finger hard against her lip, "Don't ruin it." She sealed her words with a passionate kiss, tossing his shirt behind her.

Nibbling on his bottom lip, she ran her hands over the muscles in his back, "Tease." He growled, yanking the oversized t-shirt over her head, revealing her black lacy panties beneath.

Damon licked his lips, at the beauty of her smooth skin. "Admit it." He slipped her bra strap from her shoulder. She let out a moan, as he left a trail of kisses along her collarbone.

"Admit what?" She grumbled, itching for him to take her. Damon smirked at her sexual frustration, as she began to grind against him slightly.

"You couldn't resist." He eyed her, as he kissed along her breasts. She felt her panties grow wet, as he teased her with each touch.

"Damon…" She clung to his shoulders, "Please….shut up."

Damon could not resist a smirk at her newfound attitude, "Why, can't you just admit it?"

In a flash, Elena pulled his chin towards her, "I want you…" She whispered, staring deep into his eyes. "Is that what you need to hear Damon?"

"That will do." Damon rolled her effortlessly on her back. As he hovered over her petite frame, he fought the urge to be inside of her. He wanted to pleasure her in every way possible, especially if this was the last time Elena would have a lapse of judgment.

"Kiss me." She begged, caressing his strong arms.

"I'll do more than that." He whispered, before their lips met in a heated kiss, their tongues mingling. Elena closed her eyes, his soft kisses along her neck, like bolts of electricity, shocking her body. She could not resist a moan, feeling his strong hand slowly run up her back.

As her bra came loose, Elena felt her cheeks grow warm, as it hit the floor. Covering her naked breasts slightly, she looked for comfort in his eyes.

"This is no time for modesty." He whispered into her ear, "You're sexy. Don't you dare hide it."

An aching moan escaped her lips, feeling him gently cupped her breast and circle her nipped with his tongue. He watched her intently, as she grinded against him.

"Damon…." She whimpered, wrapping her legs around him, practically begging him to take her.

"If we're going to do this…we're going to do it right." Damon muttered, slowly making his way down the smoothness of her belly. Her skin so soft and warm against his lips, Damon took pleasure in every inch.

She grasped the headboard until her knuckles were white, feeling his hand run down her silky legs. Her lips parted, as Damon left butterfly kisses along her thigh.

"You like that?" Damon watched her reaction, as he neared her warmth.

"Damon…" She panted, feeling Damon's lips graze against her inner thigh. He could hear her heartbeat rapidly against his lips. He found it harder to resist her.

Slipping his fingers beneath her wet panties, he slid them carefully down her thighs, her leg still braced on his shoulder. Elena moaned as his tongue explored her warmth, her body contorting to his tender touch. True to his character, Damon drew back reminding her that he was in control.

Crawling over top of her, he smirked watching her ride the waves of pleasure. She was glaring at him now, but the desire to have him still evident in her eyes, as her hands traveled down his chest.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Damon asked regrettably, as she fiddled with his pants. She looked away, now deep in thought as Damon gave her an escape.

"This is the hell of a time to have a moment of conscience, Damon." She stared into his piercing blue eyes as the moonlight danced across his face.

"I know…I know." His head fell, as he silently cursed himself. "I jus - I just don't want it to be another regret." The split second of vulnerability in his voice proved what she had believed in all along.

Lifting his chin towards her, she ran her thumb across his lips. "No regrets." She whispered, "None what-so-ever."

Damon felt his shoulders relax, as their lips met once again. Tugging his pants down his hips, Elena eyed his growth in his Calvin Klein boxers, itching for him to be deep inside of her.

As their kiss deepened, only adding fuel to the fire between them, she stroked his hard-on, causing a slight moan to slip from his lips.

"I want you…" Elena breathed against his ear, "God damn." He groaned a slight rhythm to her gentle grip. "I need you…" She nipped at his earlobe.

This was it, Damon thought to himself as he jerked down his boxers. He could no longer resist the temptation – his body ached for her, although he would never admit it aloud, it was evident in his touch.

Elena wet her lips, as his hand followed her curves. "God you feel good." Damon savored the warmth of her body against his, the closest to heaven he would ever be. Digging her nails into his arms, he slowly slid into her unyielding warmth.

"Ohhh." She moaned loudly, as Damon slumped over her, overcome by the tightness, he slowly began a rhythm. Elena winced at first, as he penetrated barriers that she had never felt. Dragging her fingers down his back, she forced herself to relax.

Burrowing his face in her neck, Damon quickened his pace slightly as Elena wrapped her legs tightly around him, pulling in deeper inside of her.

Finding her lips, they kissed passionately, both gasping for breath. "I can't get enough of you…" He broke the kiss, intertwining his fingers with hers; his words only made her want him that much more.

Elena could feel the pressure building inside of her, as her toes began to curl. As her body began to squirm underneath him, Damon pulled out slightly, before thrusting deep into her once again.

"I hate you." She whimpered, clawing his shoulders, watching him thrust-in-and out of her with such ease. He watched her closely as he swirled his tongue around her hard nipple, wanting to see her moan.

"Damn." He panted, as she grinded hard against him, forcing him deeper. Lifting her slightly, Damon quickened his pace feeling her body tighten around him.

"Don't stop touching me." She cried, their bodies slippery with sweat, "Never stop touching me…" She moaned loudly, arching her back as she dug her nails into his shoulder blades. Feeling her contract around him, he growled as he exploded inside of her.

As a wave of pleasure overtook her, Elena's moan echoed in the room. Slowing his pace, he kissed along her jaw line, her body extremely sensitive to his gentle touch. "I like to hear your scream." He whispered, kissing her sweetly, as she brushed the hair from his face.

Damon was surprised as she pushed him hard on his back. "I'm not done with you yet." She uttered, as she straddled him.

"Again…you surprise me."

Finding her own rhythm, Damon followed her curves as she tossed her long dark hair back. "Mmmm...I'm full of surprises." She ran her fingers through her hair, as he guiding her hips, pulling her down on him.

Finding herself in an intense gaze with his icy blue eyes, she grazed his lips but drew back with a naughty smirk. "You're such a tease." He breathed, as she nibbled on his bottom lip.

Making her way down his chest, his fingers lost in her auburn hair, his eyes darkened as the veins in begin to protrude – his mouth watered at the thought Elena's blood on his lips; sweet and intoxicating. Shaking away his vampire face, he held her close, their legs tangled beneath the sheet.

Drawn to his dominant ways, Elena closed her eyes, the tension lifting from her shoulders. Feeling light kisses along her neck, she savored his delicate touch as he took her in once more.