A/N: Hey guys! I just got back from my vacation about two days ago. It was amazing and in every way.

I know I should be writing a chapter for NGLTB, but after taking 12 flights, this OS has been on my mind for several weeks! It's been split into two parts and it's a lot of smut/LEMONs. I'm using it as a way to practice writing better I guess, plus I mean it's Delena. Who doesn't love a Delena OS.

Ramble ramble. So here we go. I hope you guys enjoy it because yeah. I put a lot more effort into this than I usually do for my NGLTB chapters but I think because I know this is short-term rather than long term. xD

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. All rights go to their rightful owners. Just borrowing the characters to act out my dirty thoughts.

I. Love. My. Job. What's not to love? I get to travel the world. The whole. Freaking. World. Sure, sometimes there were perverted men trying to grab at my ass and sometimes there were drunk bitches and sometimes there were babies with shrieking pierces, but it was worth, worth it all.

I thought I'd never get over the pain. Them, being gone. I still can clearly distinguish their faces from that night. My mom was gone immediately, Jeremy's face showed pure fear, my father's face had the face of such regret, it broke my heart. I was the only one that came out alive that night.

Something changed though. I travelled to New York for a week after graduation. I had to get away from those empty "I'm sorrys" and care-less "Are you okays". My stay was extended for three more weeks as I worked up and down the east coast of America. It was there, a passion to explore and discover. "If only I could do this forever, as my career, my life." The thought of settling down didn't even scratch the surface of my mind anymore, and I was okay with that.

Bonnie and Caroline were by my side, dressed in our uniforms. Blue dress that stopped mid-thigh with a gold scarf and topped off with a blue and gold hat, perched perfectly above our buns. Caroline didn't hesitate to join me in this life, a life of a stewardess. After all, we've only been best friends since like, oh forever. We met Bonnie shortly after during training, and since then, we've been unbreakable, discovering what the world offered to us.

Matt Donovan was leading the way through the airport, his new captain's wings badge glimmering under the LAX airport lights. He had a thing for me, I knew it right away, but I couldn't. It just wasn't in the plans.

Our black heels clicking against the floor in the corridors, we strolled upwards our gate B36, flight to New York, my first real love and savior. Glancing upwards the business waiting lounge, I saw him. His stunning piercing blue eyes cut right through me that I almost tripped over my own suitcase. Disheveled hair, no. That wasn't it, it was sexily tousled. Raven colored. Pale skin that contrasted beautifully against his hair and eyes. His jaw chiseled that he almost seemed unreal, as if immortal, a god.

His gray suit fitted him in all the right areas, showcasing a fit chest, and an even more fit body. Elena even bet that he had a six-pack, and the v-shape on his hips that led to his di-, well you know. A black briefcase lay comfortably on his lap, a place where she wanted to be, where she would straddle him. She could imagine the intimate position, in those black connect lounge chairs that dotted every waiting area. Her hands would trail from his chest, pressed hard, dragged up softly until they made contact with his neck. Her hands would stretch out until her finger tips fluttered softly on his jaw, as she leaned in and brushed her lips softly on the edge of his ear. Her hot breath would spread hotly over the erogenous area before her fingers continued their conquest past his jaw, trailing up and tunneling into his gorgeous raven locks where she would grip the strands roughly before rolling her hips, causing a relieving pleasure from the friction of her core against his crotch.

A warmth pooled at her core, and once he caught her brown eyes, she glanced away and blushed deeply. Catching one final last look before entering the tunnel to board the plane, he winked at her. Or maybe it was just her overactive fantasies.

"Calling all business flying members, please have your passport and boarding ticket available as we begin to board the airplane."

Damon laced his fingers through the handle of his black brief case before standing up promptly. Oh yes, he saw her. How could you not? He licked his lips at the thought of her, still clear in his mind. Blue dress that hugged her every curve, hair tightly formed in a bun beneath her hat, asking to be let down, and good god, her legs. They seemed to go on and on for miles, followed eventually by a pair of black "fuck-me" heels.

He dragged a hand through his hair, a familiar tightening sensation occurred in his gray trousers as he thought of her, writhing under his touch. God, how he just wanted to brush his skin softly against hers.

Handing his passport and boarding pass to a blonde stewardess, Caroline is her name apparently, she gave him a seductive scan of his body before scanning his boarding pass and handing it back. "Have a nice flight, Mr. Salvatore!" Too much enthusiasm and he hated that name, Mr. Salvatore.

Walking towards the plane's opening door, he saw her. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a ferocity of passion that Damon wanted to explore and discover.

"Welcome aboard Mystic Falls flights. New York Time?" She posed the newspaper elegantly in front of her.

Damon's eyes followed her neck down her chest and to the right where he saw her name engraved into a silver pair of wings. Elena. Her name sounded just as lovely as she looked. Damon smiled at her before flashing his famous "panty-dropping" smirk.

"Yes, please." He reached forward for the Newspaper, intentionally grazing his fingers against hers. He swore electricity flew through them, no lie.

Damon widened his eyes in shock for a bit, an expression which Elena matched, before both persons quickly masked their shock.

"Ahem, thank you." Damon had cleared his throat once again before making his way to the back of the business cabin, right next to the bathrooms. He laughed softly to himself. If only they could join the Mile High Club. He wished.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard flight 223, bound for New York City. This is Captain Donovan speaking and on behalf of Mystic Falls flights, I'd like to welcome you aboard. Our estimated flight time is five hours and thirty minutes. Arrival time is estimated 5PM, Eastern Time. So far, looks like well be having a smooth flight with no sights of storms or turbulence. We will be taking off in t-minus 10 minutes. Please direct your attention to the TV screens in front or above you as we play an instructional video on safety precautions and actions to take should an emergency occur. Our lovely flight attendants will also be demonstrating in the isles."

Elena rolled her eyes. She hated that speech, same shit over and over again.

"God, did you see Mr. Tall, dark, and handsome in business class? Aka, Mr. Fuckable?" Caroline had literally squealed before grabbing tightly onto Elena's arm.

"Seat 6B?" Elena naively asked as her eyes darted over to "Mr. Fuckable" whose eyes were fluttering shut.

"Yes! Damon Salvatore, his name is as sexy as his body. Anyways, it seems like Bonnie assigned her and I to patrol economy and you for business, so not fair. You get to eyefuck the shit out of 6B!"

Elena shot Caroline a "shut-the-fuck-up" look which immediately caused Caroline to cover her mouth with her perfectly manicured hands.

With the sound of the Safety instruction video playing, Elena grabbed her props before standing in front of business class with a seatbelt held above her head. 'Business men should know this.'

But of course, business men had other things in mind. They eyed her hungrily as she moved down the isle with various props, including the life vest.

"And then pull the tab. If needed, pull the orange tube piece from the side and blow into it if needed for extra floatation," the video rehearsed above her.

"I'd like to see her blow my tube." A pervy old man said out loud, causing the business cabin to laugh out load, everyone but him.

"Hey!" A sharp voice pierced the air with pure authority. "Shut your fucking mouth before I do it myself. Respect her because I'm pretty god damn sure she has the ability to kick your wrinkled ass off this flight, right ma'm?" Damon growled seriously as the old man, 3C.

Elena was shocked. Even his voice was sexy, a velvety voice she would love to hear every night before she fell asleep. She blinked stupidly twice before coming down from cloud nine.

"Sir, do not make me ask you to leave this plane. Due to your contract agreement as you bought a ticket, you would not be allowed onto Mystic Fall Flights again nor will we bother to accommodate you with another flight to New York, any flight carrier, might I add." Elena might have been shooting a few over-exaggerated things, but it was enough to shut 3C up. She shot a soft smile to Mr. Chivalrous before walking back to the stewardess cabin.

Take off was smooth, but that wasn't enough to soothe the anger he felt towards 3C. Pig.

The next part of the flight was going to be his favorite, the part where the stewardess would push the drinks cart down the isle, and Damon would get a blissful (maybe) 30 seconds with Elena.

His neighbor, Alaric Saltzman who was happily married to a woman named Jenna and was flying home to see her, had already fallen into a deep lull, along most of the cabin and airplane. Thank god, more time for Damon.

Finally reaching him at last, damn him for booking his ticket last minute and ending up in the back of business cabin, Damon shot Elena a lazy smile.

"Would you like anything to drink, sir?" Elena titled her head innocently at him. She was far from innocent, he knew of it. He placed bets that she had a buried deep burning passion, ready to be unleashed at any moment. A passion that would make the sex twenty times better. God, image all the positions he could do with her. On top, her riding him, behind, you know.

"Call me Damon, please. Bourbon to soothe the anger towards that asshole, and a strong coffee, please so I don't fall asleep." Damon winked at her before pulling out his wallet.

Pulling out his credit card and handing it to Elena, he watched her closely as she swiped his car through a portable credit card machine and handed him the card back, with a receipt. 'Could you include your phone number too, please' Damon internally thought to himself.

Further thoughts were quickly cut off as Damon felt a slight soft jolt and pain rippled through his crotch.

Elena gawked at him, and wasn't even surprise when he pulled out his Amex black card. Of course he was enormously wealthy.

A charge to the card, and handing him his card and receipt, Elena began to prepare his strong coffee on the cart. She knew he was watching her, a thought that made her nervous.

With the cup of coffee poised delicately in her hand, she reached forward to set it on his table, which was before the jolt happened.

Everything worked in slow motion. She saw the black liquid slosh out of the edge of the cup, but she couldn't stop physics. The black flaming liquid splashed quickly onto Damon's crotch. Oh god, what had she done? Fuck Matt and his unsteady pilot hands!

Damon immediately gripped the handles of his seat, letting out a high intake of breath through his teeth, a strong hiss, trying not to screech out in pain. She could clearly see his knuckles turn white as his strong grip remained unreleased.

Elena immediately started apologizing profusely, grabbing a wad of napkins before starting to wipe his crotch. She saw an outline. It wasn't really an outline anymore as she felt "it" grow under her cleaning ministrations. Did he not wear underwear? Oh my god, what was she doing?

Oh my god, what was she doing? She was basically petting his dick through his trousers. Damn him and his tendencies to go commando. Damn her and her fucking hotness for making him hard. Did that sound shallow? Calling herself hot? Oh well.

Growling, Damon grabbed her before dragging her into the bathroom with him. Swiftly locking the bathroom behind him, he swerved around.

"What are you doing?" Damon growled at her before placing both his hands besides her, caging her in, plus smallness of the bathroom helped.

She saw him now. Angered, pissed off, and yet his eyes told her different. A shade darker than usual, lust coursing through his body, her body. Sure, thatwas a clear indication of his lust, but his eyes. They were darker, but they were sinful. She could swear she could basically tell what his sinful thoughts were, of him and her.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Elena stuttered out before turning away and looking at the impossibly small sink.

Damon growled once again, digging his hand into her hair, ripping it out of its bun, brown hair can cascading down, a small blue hat followed promptly after. He roughly turned her head so she would look at him. His fingers burrowed into her hair, reaching her scalp, the light fragrant of her shampoo reached his nose. Honey, jasmine, Elena. He loved it.

"Don't fucking play stupid with me." Damon had leaned forward and whispered the words harshly against her cheek. He just wanted to smash his lips against hers already. He just wanted to her to throw her arms around him, press her body against his. He wanted to hear her heart beat, just to confirm the thought that she felt the same way, as his heart was beating erratically in his own chest.

She should have been scared, but she wasn't. He was a mask, hiding his true emotions. A technique that she was all too familiar with.

"Cleaning you up." Elena's eyes whipped towards him, looking him defiantly in the eye. She couldn't give into him. She couldn't break under pressure. She was not weak. She was strong. She survived a car accident. She survived the pain that was linked to it. She made it all on her own. He had nothing on her, nothing and everything that was him.

"You were basically about to give me a hand job." He had resist breathing in her scent. That lovely jasmine and honey smell that drove him crazy. From now on, honey or jasmine would always be associated with her. Elena.

"I have standards." Elena heard herself saying. Say what? What was she even saying? Can't take it back now... Oh right, holding herself together. Not letting him run all over her. She was not going to be Bella.

"Oh really?" Damon had whispered suddenly seductively into her ear, his slender fingers playing with her gold scarf. He leaned in slowly, his lips barely brushing against the side of her neck.

Just a simple action and her body broke out in goose bumps. Elena forced back a shudder; she couldn't let him control her like that. Why was the uniform a dress? Her arms exposed, her legs exposed, her Goosebumps exposed. He knew. He knew that he affected her.

"Mr. Salvatore, I suggest you step away from me before I have to take reprimanding actions upon you." Her eyes were closed as she tried to say it in an authoritative force, it cane out as a low whisper instead. She had no doubt that he would take advantage of her. Damn her and her hormones.

"I'd loveto see you punish me." Emphasis on "love." His fingers had trailed down from her scarf and down to her hips, gripping her firmly before flushing his entire body against hers. She stifled a moan by biting hard on her bottom lip. She could feel his arousal, pressed hard and firmly against her thigh. She guessed that hot coffee did no harm to his ability to be aroused.

"Tell me you don't want me." Damon's tongue slowly tracing the shell of her ear. A shudder passed through his body.. The warmth she had felt earlier at LAX was now quickly returning to the pit of her stomach, and how she adored that feeling. It had been too long, too long since she felt this feeling of attraction and pleasure when they had not even acted upon their lustful desires. It gave her a thrill, an emotion closely associated to the emotions she felt when she first began travelling the East coast of America.

His smell overwhelmed her, gripping tightly onto the side handle bars of the bathroom. Reserved for those who are handicapped or with disabilities, or those overpowered by attractive men. Bourbon, spice, manly. Elena finally let out a shudder out loud.

"That's what I thought." And with that, Damon leaned in and pressed his lips against her. Softly, gently at first but it quickly escalated to something more. She was shocked. Surprised. Blow away by how gentle he could be, how soft his lips were, how expert they were against her own. A wave of bliss washed over her body. Relaxation.

Damon pressed his body even harder against hers, wrapping his arms tightly around her before sliding down and gripping her ass. God was she perfection.

Elena immediately threw her arms over his neck, her hands tunneling through his soft raven hair, slightly tugging at them and earning her moans from Damon. God, change the position and soon she would be acting out her fantasy she had earlier at the terminal.

The kiss was movie magic. Fireworks, bells ringing, all that cheesy shit you always saw in the movies. Then add some wanton grinding of pelvises and moans and lustful thoughts, and that was their kiss.

Damon's tongue ran along her bottom lip, asking for permission and Elena refused, just for a bit. Just to cause him a bit of agony, to do a little teasing and Damon had easily returned the favor by biting softly on her bottom lip, causing her to dig her nails into his scalp, letting out a breathy moan.

"Don't. Tease. Me." Damon said each word with a staccato voice as he broke away from her lips, placing wet kisses on her neck for every word he whispered seductively against her skin. Trailing more kisses down her neck, he settled at the gold scarf that was delicately tied to cover her chest, before the v-cut of her blue dress.

"This has to go." Damon nipped her neck before latching his teeth into the scarf and tugging roughly, letting the scarf flutter down besides her hat. Taking advantage of the exposed skin, Damon's tongue traced her collarbone, occasionally nipping at her. His fingers trailed up her sides, before reaching behind her and reaching for the zipper.

Dragging his lips back across her collarbone and settling on her neck again, he began to suck on the patch of skin, intending on leaving a hickey as he slowly began to drag the zipper down, with the distinct sound of the "ziiip" filling the bathroom.

Elena's had held on tightly into his raven locks, as if it was her only lifeline out in the ocean of blue. Feeling the cool air exposed her back, she let out a loud shudder mixed with a moan.

Stepping away from Elena for a moment, Damon gripped the sleeves of her dress before jerking the fabric down. Elena complied by moving her arms into the perfect position before the top of the dress began to gather around her waist. For show, Elena's chest confined with a black lacy bra. This woman would be the death of him. Olive skin. Toned body. Perfect breasts.

Wasting no time, Damon moved forward again, palmed Elena's right breast in his hand. He knew it was perfect, fitting perfectly in his palm. She was made for him. She was his. Damon's lips pressed urgently again with Elena's as his left hand before to start tugging the dress down past her hips before they pooled around her feet.

Elena's hands were placed on his shoulders as she pushed his jacket off his broad shoulders. Firmly wrapping his fingers around his tie, pushed him away from her before tugging him back towards her, almost giving Damon whiplash.

"Touch me." Elena murmured against his neck, as she slowly began to unbutton each button on his dress shirt.

Damon gave her his signature smirk, loving how rough she was with him. "I'll be sure to do more than just that."

His fingers reached forward and lightly brushed her folds through her matching black lacy underwear. Moisture had been building up against the thin fabric, only to ensure Damon that Elena was more than prepared for what sexual activities he had in mind.

Pushing his dress shirt off too, Elena was able to marvel in Damon's body. She had been right. Six-pack, so toned and muscular that he had that sexy v-shape with a slight happy trail leading to a very happy place indeed. His dress pants hanged loosely on his hips, slung so low that she was sure she could almost begin to see "Little Damon."

Damon's fingers began to pet her through her underwear, causing Elena to throw back her head against the wall in pleasure, her eyes closed, her mouth opened in the perfect "o", her arms wrapped around Damon's naked chest, feeling every sinewy muscle on his back.

Using his teeth, he tugged down her lacy bra to expose perk hard nipples. He immediately enveloped his mouth around one, biting softly and tugging at her nipple. His fingers has pushed aside her underwear and slipped a finger in. Thrusting in and out slowly as his thumb circled her bundle of nerves, Damon let out a satisfied moan in which he thrust a second finger into her heated core.

"So tight and mmm… wet." Damon switched breast before applying the same ministrations to the breast he was palming. Elena's hand was gyrating unashamed against his fingers, letting out breathy moans.

"Please. Damon. More." Elena's nails began to dig hard into his back. How long had it been since she even had an orgasm? God knows, too long. She could feel his smirk against her breast, that ass.

His fingers began to pump quickly in and out of her heating core, causing a tightening sensation to occur in the pit of her stomach. The tattle-tell fluttering of her walls around his fingers, Damon immediately withdrew his fingers from her.

Elena's eyes flew open with a fire and glared at Damon. "What the fuck, Damon!"

He winked at her before letting his fingers slide into his mouth. Making sure to lick and taste every sweet part of her nectar, he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Trust me, it'll make it better. Besides, I want some more of your sweet nectar." Damon dropped down to his knees where he ripped Elena's underwear down her legs. Damon let out a tentative lick up her folds, causing Elena to buck her hips against his mouth. Wrapping his arms around her hips, he tucked her heated core to his mouth where he began to circle her bundle of nerves slowly. A loud hiss escaped Elena's lips as he circled slowly before letting his tongue slip into her core, one thrust, two thrust, and he began the circling process over again.

Elena's hand laced through his hair, a feeling she decided she loved. It was amazing how impeccable soft his hair was. She tried to hold him closer, hoping he would provide her with the friction and pleasure and explosion she had longed for.

Damon's tongue began to thrust heavily in and out of her core, causing that tightening sensation to occur again. The coil was wound so tightly, it was going to happen. Finally, finally, let it happen!

The fluttering of her walls began to occur again and Damon decided to go in for the kill. He began to suck on her bundle of nerves. Elena let out a loud moan. "Damon! Damon! Oh god." Here comes the high. Damon sucked hard on the bundle and Elena fell over the edge. He continued his ministrations to allow her to ride out her high as long as possible.

Elena let out a silent moan, her hand gripping tightly onto the handrail, the other tightly onto Damon's locks. Once she settled down from her high, she weakly dragged Damon up to her, kissing her hard. Tasting herself against his lips and tongue made her feel naughty, and yet she enjoyed the taste. The taste of her, him, and sex.

Slowly lowering herself to her knees, she shot him a dazed lazy smile. A smile that Damon decided was his favorite smile in the world. Undoing the button and the zipper, his dress pants fell around his feet, his member was rigid and at attention. Elena's eyebrows perked up in surprise, only inflating Damon's ego.

Okay, he was mostly likely one of the biggest she had seen, but she had a feeling Damon already knew that. Placing a soft kiss on the tip of his head and trailing the kisses down his shaft and making her way back up, she shot him a seductive smile.

"Kisses makes the boo-boo feel better." A seductive wink from Elena, and she enveloped his head with her warmth mouth. Damon let out a long groan, bucking his hips against her mouth.

"Sweet dear Jesus." Damon murmured as Elena began to bob up and down his shaft. Her hand wrapped around his girth, to make up for what she couldn't reach. The delicious friction making Damon fall apart, his only grip on reality was laced through Elena's head. He tried to force to guide her further, but Elena jerked her head out of his grip.

"Ah, ah. Hands to yourself." Elena scolded as she continued her oral ministrations. Her other hand palmed his sack, massaging it softly. Damon was basically falling apart. He gripped tightly onto the sink, accidently hitting the button for the water to run. The sound of water running, Damon's grunts and moans, along with sound of suction. Elena hollowed her cheeks, causing extra suction. And with that, she hummed happily with his member in her mouth, causing Damon to literally shake his legs.

"Elena…. Elena…. Wait. Wait." But it didn't stop her. Instead, she relaxed her throat, and soon slid the rest of his member down her throat. Damon's eyes widened in surprise. He had no idea she had it in her. He also had no idea that she was so talented in the gift of oral pleasure.

Elena hummed once again, and Damon lost it. He pulled her away from member, and pulled her up.

"Enough. Jesus, you're going to kill me." Damon pulled her in for a quick kiss. "Now for the main event."

Damon positioned himself carefully at her entrance, pushing his hips forward at a slow rate, savoring every feeling at that moment, and the warmth that had begun to enclose around his manhood. He let out a low growl while Elena gasped out loud.

"Dear god, you're so tight." Damon murmured against her neck as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up against him. Elena immediately complied by wrapping her legs around his hips. He started thrusting roughly into her. Elena clawed at his back, began leaving red marks all along his back.

She had never felt so full in her life. He fitted her perfectly, final missing puzzle piece to her life. She squeezed around him in an experimental fashion which only egged Damon to go faster. She moaned loudly, forgetting there were 200 other people on the airplane, forgetting that she was a stewardess, forgetting that she was fucking a hot business man in the small bathroom on an airplane.

Digging her heels into his behind, Elena let out a husky whisper. "Faster, harder. Oh god, Damon, Please. Please. Please." She burrowed her head into the crook of his neck, a hand in his hair, the other digging tightly into his muscled back.

Damon let out a low throaty growl before picking up the pace. He felt Elena's hot uneven breath spread across his neck, heard the skin slapping against skin, smelled her scent of honey, jasmine, and sex.

"I'm so close. So close." Elena bit on her bottom lip so hard, it had started bleeding. Dragging her tongue over the wound, she licked away the iron liquid before dragging her lips up to his ear, licking the shell of his ear, whispering in the most seductive voice she possible could.

"Make me come." Damon almost came at that point. She was a siren. A temptress. His hand snaked between their sweat-slicked bodies and found her bundle of nerves, stimulating it with his thumb as the rest of his fingers remained splayed out on her toned stomach. Damon was panting heavily against her shoulder before playfully biting her on the shoulder and that was enough to push her over.

No silent scream this time, her raspy scream of pleasure pierced the air and Damon loved it. Her walls squeezing him, his thrusts became erratic. Three, two, one, and his seed spilled deep into Elena, a groan of satisfaction, and Damon's grip around Elena had slackened.

Catching both their breaths, Damon leaned forward for a kiss, but Elena was faster. She lifted up her index finger, pressing it against her lips.

"I'm not done with you yet." Setting her back down on the floor and slipping out of her, Damon stepped away. Oh yes, he felt like things were just about to begin.

A/N: So, that's the first part. I hope it's not too bad or choppy or fail of grammar and stuff. Jeez, I need a beta.

I would love love love to hear back from my readers because I live off of you guys (no forreal. You have no idea how happy I'd get while I was on vacation and I saw a Fanfic email alert.)

Also, if you're a fan of my writing (squee~), I have a few plots swirling on my mind, one inspired by my recent travels and a scene I had encountered. Perhaps I'll reveal that in the second part of this OS.

Oh yes, I decided to get a twitter in case FF does ever take down inapropro stories and plus, to get to know you guys.

Twitter: Quiesceperferque (or is it Qperferque)