Author's Note: There was an author that I loved in the Bones community called ForAReason, and she had this story called "The Kiss That Missed". The premise was that she could get a kiss scene for Booth/Bones out of every episode, and it was such a good story. This uses that premise in regards to Damon and Elena, although, I am not starting with Season 1, since that's them getting to know each other, I'm starting with Season 2. So each chapter of this story will be a one shot drawn from an episode of Season 2 and then Season 3 where Damon and Elena finally give in to each other. Sometimes they will be post eps, sometimes they will be in the middle of the ep, just depends where I see it best. Sometimes they will be smutty, sometimes sweet, again, just depends on what I see fitting the situation the best.

I hope you enjoy the ride that we're about to take together. Please Read and Review - reviews are the most amazing reward for writing, and the ones with critiques just help me improve :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and the dialogue in the conversation that Damon and Elena have on the porch is lifted directly from the episode.

Season 2, Episode 1: The Return

Damon had kissed her. Damon – had – kissed – her. Well, really, he'd kissed Katherine, but he thought that he had been kissing Elena, and that was what mattered. And she didn't have a damn idea in her head of what to do about it.

Elena couldn't tear her mind from the Damon/Katherine kiss – and she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since the moment she'd heard. Damon had felt strongly enough about her that he had taken the leap to kiss her. And it hadn't been her who had gotten to experience it! She didn't know if it had been sweet, gentle, and chaste – or rough, frenzied, and passionate. She didn't know if 'she' had responded eagerly, fisting her hands in his raven hair. She didn't know what he had tasted like, if he had slipped his tongue into 'her' mouth. She didn't know anything, and that bothered her. She couldn't decide if she'd gotten lucky that it was Katherine there, and that all the blame for the situation was falling on Damon – or if she was disappointed…

Even the thought of being disappointed made a wave of guilt wash through her and she desperately tried to push the entire thing out of her head until she spied the very man she had been thinking about standing on the Lockwood porch, an ever present tumbler of alcohol in his hand, and a pensive expression upon his otherwise perfect face.

"You guys go ahead, I'll be right there, okay?" Elena said to her Aunt Jenna and Jeremy as she broke away from them and headed in Damon's direction.

She walked up to him tentatively, a little unsure of how to approach him. It was as if she really was approaching him after a first awkward kiss, and neither of them knew how to act around each other anymore. "Hey… How are you doing?"

He gave a slight sarcastic chuckle. "Great, Elena. Walking on sunshine, thanks for asking…" He turned to her with his customary smirk plastered across his face like a mask, but she knew deep down he was hurting. He had to be hurting. He had put himself out there, put his feelings on the line, and then realized that the whole thing had been a cruel joke.

"Damon..." Elena started, with a tone of voice the conveyed that she clearly did not believe his brave and sarcastic façade.

"Elena…" he interrupted, mimicking her concerned tone of voice.

"We should be able to talk about this," Elena implored him, as he turned his face away to take a gulp of his drink. They needed to talk about this. She needed to know why it had happened. She needed to know what had happened. She needed to know how Damon felt about it. She didn't even know why she needed these things, but she knew that she wanted answers to her questions badly – much more than she should considering she was with Stefan. "Damon, we're close enough now. I really want to know how you're doing."

He was silent for a second, the corners of his lips turned down as he thought of how to respond. "I kissed you… I thought you kissed me back… doppelganger hijinks ensued…" he smiled mirthlessly, shrugging slightly, and turned to look her in the eye, "How do you think I'm doing?"

"I think that you're hurt," Elena replied instantly, knowing 100% that she was right. She could see his disappointment that it hadn't been her on the porch, that the special moment he thought that they had shared had turned out to be her vampire doppelganger. She could see that whatever hope he'd been building that she might feel something for him as well had been shot down when he realized that it had not been her that had returned his kiss.

Damon scoffed at her assumption, "Ummm, no, I don't get hurt, Elena…"

"No," Elena interjected forcefully, stubbornly, "You don't admit that you get hurt. You get angry and cover it up, and then you do something stupid." She really didn't want him to do something stupid.

Damon smiled a small smile as he realized what she was feeling. He looked down into her face, eyes catching hers. "You're scared."

Elena looked a little taken aback, but recognition flashed in her eyes that she was indeed a little scared. She had witnessed him do some terrible things in his short time in Mystic Falls, and despite the fact that he seemed to be taking her encouragement 'to be the better man' in stride, she knew he was still capable of lashing out in a pretty horrific manner.

"You think Katherine's going to send me off the deep end, don't you?" he continued, allowing himself a small smile at the look of truth on her face. She did care, and he knew it. She dropped her eyes from his, unable to keep the contact going any longer. He didn't need Katherine to send him off the deep end, he had her. "I don't need her for that."

She felt her heart squeeze painfully as he brushed past her, causing her arm to tingle where he had touched her, and started to walk away leaving her silent and unsure of what to do next. She was surprised to hear his voice a second later when he stopped and turned back to look at her back. "You know what?"

She turned to face him, and saw him standing with his tumbler in his hand, just a few feet from her, a pained look on his vulnerable face.

"Why is it such a surprise that I would kiss you?" Damon asked, eyes locking with hers as if daring her to tell the truth.

"That's not a surprise," Elena replied without hesitation, and it wasn't a lie. She had been an equal part of this burgeoning relationship that they had, and she knew just as well as he did that there was something between them. It didn't surprise her in the least that Damon would try to act on it when he saw an opportune moment, despite the fact that she was clearly dating Stefan. Damon obviously wasn't expecting such an open and honest answer to his question, and she could see it in his eyes. She knew that the next words out of his mouth were going to be hurtful, but she forced herself to say them anyway. She had too. For Stefan. She was with Stefan, and she couldn't let this thing with Damon keep growing. She was honorable, she was pure, she was faithful. She loved Stefan, she told herself. She was in love with Stefan, she reassured herself. Stefan, not Damon. She had to say the words, she had to shatter his illusion that there was something between them – even if she felt it too. "I'm surprised that you thought I would kiss you back."

She saw the mask slip away from Damon's face, and watched as his jaw clenched as he tried to process the words that she had just said. She could see the pain in his eyes as swallowed harshly, his eyes struggling to meet hers. He nodded at her and she could see him desperately trying to put his walls back in place. "Now I'm hurt."

She felt guilt race through her as he turned away and she was about to apologize, tell him she didn't mean it, and that she felt whatever this was growing between them. She wanted to tell him how desperately she wished that she had been there. That it had been her, not Katherine, who had gotten to experience such a precious moment, but she couldn't quite bring herself to say it, and Bonnie walked up, interrupting any chance that she might have had to redeem herself in his eyes.

"Elena," Bonnie said, worry clearly lacing her voice.

Elena and Damon both focused on the worried witch, their conversation pushed to the side. "Bonnie, what happened?"

Elena paced back and forth across the hardwood floor of the bedroom that she had found in the upstairs of the Lockwood house. As soon as Bonnie had told them about her encounter with Katherine, Damon had issued Elena instructions to get inside and hide upstairs while he went to investigate, and he took off, drink still in hand. Bonnie had quickly followed him, and Elena was left to find some place to hide out until she knew that the coast was clear. So here she was, pacing back and forth across a lonely bedroom, with only her thoughts for company, and of course, those thoughts were once again focused on Damon and Katherine and herself and Stefan.

Katherine. It freaked Elena out to no end to have someone roaming around town that looked like her. That people thought was her. That talked like her. That walked like her. That kissed like her. That Stefan and Damon would and could think was her. What had Katherine said and done while masquerading as Elena? What destruction was she going to wreak on this town that people would inevitably blame on Elena – because really, who would believe she had a 500 year old doppelganger roaming around town creating chaos? She wanted her gone. And dead. Really fucking dead. And she really wanted Damon and Stefan to have the satisfaction of staking the bitch through the heart. She was pretty confident that Stefan could go through with it, but Damon? Of him she wasn't so sure. Up until just recently, he had spent the better part of a century and a half infatuated with the woman, desperate to find her, free her, and rekindle their romance. Elena felt a twinge of jealousy start to spread through her at the thought of Damon feeling anything for Katherine, but she forced herself to squash it and tried to focus on Stefan's face in her mind.

Stefan. Stefan. Stefan. Stefan. Stefan. She chanted his name like a mantra, desperate to bring her focus to the handsome, charming, brooding vampire that loved. Love - why did the word feel so strange to her now in conjunction with Stefan? She had been so sure of the relationship that she had with Stefan, and so sure that what they had was unbreakable. What had changed from what she had felt even just a month before when she had been so sure of the bond that she shared with Stefan? The blood had revealed a side of him that Elena hadn't realized was there, that if she was being honest with herself, she didn't really like. He was wild, mean, uncontrollable – completely different than Damon on human blood. Stefan had let her down, and who had been there to fill in when she needed someone? Oh that's right… Damon.

As much as she was trying to keep her mind off of the conversation that she had just shared with him, it seemed that all roads kept leading back to Damon. The look that been on his face when she had told him that she was surprised that he had actually thought that she would kiss him back kept flitting into her mind, making her uncomfortable. He had actually looked like a real man for a moment, a man with feelings and emotions, a man who could be hurt by something that she said.

This was all her fault. She had been pushing him to accept his feelings, accept his humanity, be a man, not a vampire, and when he did those things, and finally embraced and accepted some real feelings, she had to say something which would hurt him deep down, make him regret letting her in, and make him tempted to flick the switch off again.

But really? Falling for her? After the debacle that happened with Katherine and Stefan? What the hell was Damon thinking allowing himself to feel something for her and possibly create a new love triangle between them all? This was all his fault, not her fault! He deserved to be hurt! She wouldn't have started feeling something for him if he hadn't been actively pursuing her! Or if he didn't have such amazing blue eyes, or such soft and delectable looking lips, or if he wasn't so charming, or if didn't smell so damn good. God damn it. She had to stop thinking about Damon!

Knock. Knock. She stopped her incessant pacing and glanced up at the door.

"Elena?" she heard a soft whisper outside the door, and another gentle knock.

"Who is it?" she asked quietly, standing completely still, trying to control the fearful increase in her breathing.

"The devil himself," came the sarcastic response, and she simultaneously relaxed at knowing it was someone safe on the other side of the door, while still feeling angry at him for making her feel such ridiculous things. She marched over to the door, unlocked it, and pulled him inside, quickly closing the door, and locking it again.

"Where's Katherine?" she asked, looking up at him, and she found herself caught in the mesmerizing blue orbs.

"Gone for now…" he replied. She breathed in deeply, trying to control her heartbeat, but realized that it backfired when she got a deep whiff of his cologne and unique 'Damon' scent – making her a little dizzy. Damon immediately picked up on the increase in her heartbeat, and stepped closer to her, a smirk blossoming on his face. She may have hurt his feelings earlier, but he still knew what he did to her physically, and it seemed that he was fully prepared to exploit that to make her feel uncomfortable as payback.

Elena stepped back a few steps, desperately trying to put distance between them, but Damon kept moving forward until she felt herself backed up against one of the big posts of the four poster bed that dominated the room. "Damon…"

"Elena…" he said softly, seductively, and she felt herself flush with heat at his husky voice, her eyes flashing back up to lock with his.

She found that she had nothing to say at all as she stood there, back to the post, breathing heavily, utterly unable to look away from him. She couldn't think about anything other than him, standing so close to her, and the tingling that was starting to spread throughout her body. When she did find the strength to say something, her voice came out soft and wavering, no conviction at all. "Back off, Damon…"

"You think I'm scared, Elena?" he asked, referring to their earlier conversation, his eyes flashing with heat, "Well, I think you're just as scared, I think you feel terrified of what you feel, of us, and I feel terrified too. But I don't just feel, Elena, I also know some things. I know that you feel something for me, even though you think that you shouldn't. I know that if I kissed you right now, that you wouldn't be able to resist, that you wouldn't be able to stop – and you know it too. I know that if I kissed you, all thoughts of Stefan would be gone – and you know it too. I know that if I kissed you, we would be like a fucking volcano erupting, that nothing could get in the way – and you know it too." He stepped closer to her, and she could feel the heat radiating off of him. Her heart was pounding as she listened to him tell her all the things that deep down she knew to be completely true.

"You're really surprised that I think that you would kiss me back, Elena?" his voice was soft, husky, his eyes mesmerizing, and she was hanging on his every word. She felt trapped in his gaze, and she wondered if being compelled felt anything like this – utterly captivated. He brought his hand up to caress her cheek lightly, and then dropped it down to her waist, resting it gently on her hip, causing her to gasp softly at the electric touch. She felt it through her clothes as if it was scorching her, and she tried to take a step to the side and shake it off, but immediately felt his other hand come to rest on her other hip, trapping her there. She knew that if she really pushed he would let her go, but as soon as she felts his thumbs start to move in slow sensuous circles on her sing, she lost all the will power to try and extricate herself from his touch.

"I know that you would kiss me back because I know the reactions that you have around me, Elena," he whispered, his mouth dropping so it was right next to her ear. Elena gasped at the new contact of his chest against hers, and the feel of his lips on the shell of her ear. "Every time I'm near you, your heart rate speeds up, your breathing gets heavy. Every time we talk, yours eyes drop to my lips, and I can practically see you thinking about kissing them. Every time we're in the same room, you're drawn to me like a moth to flame – even when you're with Stefan you're looking to me, thinking about me, reacting to me. And most of all, I know that you would kiss me back, because every time I'm close to you I can sense the arousal radiating from you in waves. I can practically feel the desperation to be near me screaming from your every pore. I can smell your primal need for me right here…" he moved one of his hands from her waist and lightly, boldly, brushed it against the apex of her thighs, and she gasped at the tiny bit of friction. He was right. He was so, so, so, so right, and she knew she needed him to touch her where he'd just teased her so lightly. She let out a shuddering breath, and pushed her center towards his receding hand without even thinking about it.

He pulled away from her so he was standing about two feet away, and she groaned in disappointment to lose the feel of him against her. Her eyes snapped up to his, and she saw the desperate need that she felt reflected in his eyes and across his beautiful face.

"Damon…" she whispered brokenly, ashamed at wanting him and his touch as badly as she did.

"Elena," he responded, a pleading note in his voice, "I can't let myself give in to you and then find out it wasn't real, again. I need you to come to me this time…"

Her heart almost broke to see the desperate need for acceptance on his face, and she knew that more than anything, he couldn't take being rejected by her again. She made her decision in the blink of an eye, and launched herself at him, body slamming into his as his lips crashed down onto hers. She almost cried in relief as she felt his tongue slip into her mouth, twisting and turning around hers. He backed her up against the bed as her hands fisted in his hair, desperate to keep his lips attached to hers. His hands were everywhere, their touch burning into her feverish flesh. She felt like she was being consumed by Damon, she could feel the waves of emotion rolling off of him as he slipped his hands down around her ass, hauling her up against him, and she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, desperate to be closer to him still. She felt his erection against her core and she tore her lips from Damon's, throwing her head back in sheer relief as she ground against him, relieving some of the sweet friction that was growing stronger by the second.

"Fuck, Elena," Damon moaned, placing desperate open mouthed kisses down the column of her neck, sucking in just the right spot to make another rush of wetness pool between Elena's thighs. "You don't have any idea what you do to me…"

"Oh my god, Damon," she gasped out as he dropped her onto the soft bed, hands immediately going to the front of her shirt and ripping it open. She felt dizzy, drugged, elated, and as she felt him push her bra to the side and latch his hot wet mouth onto one of her painfully tight nipples, the thought crossed her mind that she would never be able to go back from this. Never. She would never be able to look at Damon and not want him right where he was at that moment, and she would never be able to look at Stefan and not want Damon standing there instead. As Damon switched to her other breast, she found that she couldn't even bring herself to feel guilty about what this was going to do to Stefan – she just knew that Damon had been right. This was a volcano erupting, and they would destroy everything in their path to get what they wanted, needed, and he was something that she wouldn't be able to live without.

She pushed him back and as he lifted himself off of her for a second, she sat up and took advantage of the moment to divest herself of her tattered shirt and her bra, baring her upper body to him completely as he quickly got rid of his leather jacket and classic black t shirt. He looked at her in absolute awe, and she flushed pink with embarrassment.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Elena," he said softly, reaching out to pull her to him in a passionate kiss. She kissed him back just as forcefully, unable to get enough of the taste of him, the feel of him. She reveled in the feel of his soft skin and hard muscle under her small hands, and she couldn't stop running her hands up and down his perfectly sculpted chest.

"God, I want you so fucking badly, Damon," Elena admitted between drugging kisses, and she felt so relieved to admit the truth to herself and to him finally that this was what she wanted so badly. He pushed her back onto the bed and made quick work of her jeans and her panties, leaving her bare before him. He pulled her right to the edge of the bed, and laying with her legs spread before him, she expected to feel embarrassed, but the insatiable hunger that was so clearly visible on his face made her feel sexy, empowered. He leaned down towards her center and gave a long hard lick up the length of her center, causing her to buck off the bed in pleasure.

"Christ, Elena," he ground out as he kicked off his pants and dove back down to suck on her clit again, "You taste so fucking good…"

He slipped two fingers inside her, causing her to arch off the bed, eyes snapped shut, as he swirled his tongue around her incredibly sensitive nub, and she almost came right then and there. He pumped his fingers in and out, bringing her to the edge of what she could tell would be a mind blowing orgasm, and she thrashed around on the bed, desperate to find something to hold onto – or to scream in.

"Fuck, Damon, I want to come with you inside me," she cried out, feeling the electricity start to crackle through her limbs. She almost wept at the loss of his tongue on her clit, and then almost wept in happiness a second later when she felt the tip of his erection rubbing up against her opening. She squirmed closer to the edge of the bed, to him, desperate to feel the exquisite friction.

"Elena," Damon asked, his voice soft and serious, and she stopped moving, eyes meeting his. "Are you ready for this?"

She smiled at him and sat up, pulling his mouth down to hers in a scorching kiss. She pulled back, panting, and looked at him through her lust glazed eyes. "I am so ready for this, Damon."

He took that as all the encouragement that he needed and thrust up into her in one swift stroke, and she felt her world fly apart as she came long and hard, a desperate cry slipping from her mouth.

She fell backwards back onto the bed as Damon pulled out and then drove back in suddenly, and she moaned in pleasure along with him as she started a slow but steady pace, thrusting in and out of her. She came down from her orgasm induced haze, and opened her eyes, mesmerized by the sight of him pounding into her, muscles tight, eyes locked on hers, hands gripping her hips with such need. He was entirely focused upon her, and it was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen.

"Faster, Damon," she moaned out in encouragement, and she brought one of her heads up to her breasts while slipping the other one down in between them, moaning at the increase in pressure against her clit. Damon's eyes were glued to hers in wonder as he watched her pleasure herself.

"God, you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen, Elena," Damon panted, slowing his pace for a second to lean down to give her a bruising kiss, and then pulled back, picking up his pace to faster than before.

"Fuck, Damon," she cried out as he picked up his pace, thrusting into her with a force that was leaving her dizzy and breathless, "That f-feels sooooo g-good."

She could feel the tension rising again, and she pushed herself up towards him, groaning at the change in friction it provided her, and she used one hand to pull his head down to hers, capturing his lips fiercely, thrusting her tongue into his mouth in and effort to match the pace he was keeping up at her core. He reached between them to play with her clit and she broke away from his lips, desperate to catch her breath, and he took advantage of the exposed column of her throat, nipping and kissing it gently. She could feel herself racing towards the edge of the precipice of orgasm once again, and she wanted Damon to come with her, she wanted to see him fly apart because of her.

"Shit, Elena," Damon moaned into her neck, his thrusting starting to become erratic.

"Come for me, Damon," she breathed into his ear, nipping the shell with her teeth, and with one more flick of his thumb against clit, she cried out in ecstasy, the tension that had been building within her releasing like a slingshot – electric currents spreading through every nerve of her body.

"Fuck, Elena!" he cried out, and he buried himself deep inside her one more time, the ripples of her orgasm bringing his on. She kissed him hard as she felt him tense and release himself into her, his breathing labored and uneven.

They collapsed onto the bed, and he rolled off of her, careful not to crush her with his weight, but still cradling her in his arms gently, his fingers rubbing gentle patterns into her back. She desperately tried to catch her breath as a contented and sated feeling that she wasn't sure that she had ever felt spread through her mind and limbs. She was pretty sure that she could stay right where she was for the rest of her life, laying in Damon's arms, not a care in the world. She couldn't even bring herself to feel guilty about Stefan. They lay in sweet silence for a few minutes, neither feeling the need to speak until the head a loud noise from downstairs that interrupted their shared reverie.

"Wow," Damon murmured, leaning over to kiss her gently. "You are amazing."

Elena kissed him back softly, blushing at his compliment. "You're not so bad yourself."

She sat up, looking around the room for her clothes, and she spotted her bra lying in the floor a few feet away. She slid off the bed onto her jelly like limbs, and he chuckled, watching her unsteadily move across the floor.

"So, I guess that it's not really that much of a stretch of the imagination to think I'd kiss you back…" Elena said, laughing softly as she slipped her bra back on. She held up her ripped shirt and glared at Damon pointedly. He grinned widely at the sight of the ruined garment and moved gracefully off of the bed to retrieve his leather jacket, tossing it to her before slipping into his black t shirt.

"What now, Elena?" Damon asked, coming back over to stand in front of her, pulling her up to rest flush against him. She could see the question in his eyes – what did this mean?

"Now?" Elena asked, innocently, cocking her head to the side. "Now I think that we go find Katherine and stake that bitch."

Damon laughed heartily, leaning down to capture Elena's lips in a possessive kiss. He pulled back and caught her eyes with his again. "Elena, I meant with us. You know, and with Stefan."

Elena sighed, unsure of what to say, but she could see the insecurity in Damon's eyes. "Damon, I can't promise that this will be easy, and I don't know what I'll do about Stefan, but I can tell you that you and I are just beginning, and I can't go back from this."

Damon smiled at her, his eyes full of life, "Better make sure I don't get killed then when he and I duel over your honor."

She leaned up to kiss him again, "No one gets to kill you but me, Damon. That's my right now."

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