It had been two years since Allie Gilbert had been home to Mystic Falls. She had gone back only once since leaving for college four years previously to attend the wedding of her Aunt Jenna to Alaric Saltzman, as both herself and her younger sister, Elena, had been bridesmaids. It was during this time that Allie had come to know the Salvatore brothers; one of whom her baby sister had been dating for nearly three years now. She had developed a fond affection for Stefan Salvatore; appreciating how well he treated Elena and how much his love for her shone through. Damon Salvatore, on the other hand, was a whole different story for Allie; one that she reserved only for the loneliest of nights.

Two years ago

"You, Allie Gilbert, are a bad, bad girl." Damon Salvatore almost growled out as he savagely placed kisses along Allie's soft neck.
"You have no idea, Salvatore." Allie moaned out as she pressed herself even harder against Damon's chiselled body.

The sexual tension since they'd met a week earlier had been apparent to everyone from the moment the two people said hello, so it was no surprise to anyone when they were unable to find the best- man and maid of honour at the wedding reception of Jenna and Alaric. Damon was Alaric's best friend, despite their differences, and Jenna had been Allie's only parent since the death of her parents when she was seventeen, so it was inevitable that Damon and Allie would be required to spend time together on their wedding duties.

However, their wedding duties did not include making out in the back of Damon's baby blue Camero. Yet, here they were; their hands desperately raking over any exposed skin they could get to on the other.

Allie could feel her need for Damon begin to reach an almost painful level, as she yearned for more than just his kisses and hands groping over her restricted breasts in the midnight blue bridesmaid dress Jenna had insisted on. It suddenly occurred to Allie that had someone told her even three days ago that she would in this position with Damon Salvatore, she would have laughed loudly in their face. She had an extreme dislike for the raven-haired, blue-eyed man but dammit, she couldn't deny that he was exactly her type and it was this that led her to practically tear Damon's white, tuxedo shirt from his body. Allie smiled as she registered to brief flash of surprise on his face over her bold action before Damon lent down and crashed his lips into hers.

"Well, you're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Damon whispered into Allie's ear as he moved down to hitch her dress up above her waist. He could already smell how badly she wanted him and it gave down an immense ego boost to know he had her writhing like this under him. He had heard many stories of the older Gilbert sister from both of her younger siblings and had always been intrigued to meet her. Now here she was, in the backseat of his car pulling at the zipper on his pants.

"Now, now, be patient."
"Screw patience, Damon".
"No, screw you" Damon growled seductively.
"Exactly my p…" Allie's words were lost on her as Damon entered into her.

It was true that Allie liked sex; she been with enough guys in her short years to know when a guy had real talent and damn, Damon had talent she thought as she fought to suppress an extremely loud moan but failed. She could feel him smirk despite having her eyes closed and felt to the urge to wipe the smirk of his face, but was unable to move as her body was very securely pinned under that of Damon's. Allie knew her dress was going to wrinkled and that she would have to explain her actions to Jenna, but at that moment she did not care. She could feel her orgasm getting ever quickly closer and cursed quietly under her breath.

"Oh god!" Allie groaned. Damon had grabbed her thigh and raised it higher in an effort to bury himself deeper into her core. She knew she should be embarrassed by her moans and pleas for him to move faster but she wasn't. Allie was thoroughly enjoying himself and from the profanities escaping Damon's mouth, she knew he was too.

"Fuck, you feel good." The Growl that escaped Damon's lips was deep and he knew he was close to completion. The thought occurred to him that it had been a long time since any girl had made him come such quickly or easily, but as Allie's hands raked down his back and her hips bucked up to meet his every thrust, he knew she was a girl who knew exactly how to bring a guy to his knees.

Allie could feel how hard Damon had become inside of her and how hot and wet she had become as her orgasm neared. She knew it was only a matter of minutes before they both came. She opened her eyes and stared straight at him; seeing the way his face had transformed. Allie was knowledgeable in the fact that both Salvatore brothers and a number of Elena's friends were vampires; Elena had informed her of this a few months into her relationship with Stefan. Of course, Allie had been concerned for her sister's safety but upon meeting Stefan, she knew she had no reason to worry. Even with Damon; he may be a bit of a dick but she knew he wouldn't hurt her. Yet, that didn't stop her from warning him and he continued to thrust into her.

"You bite me, Salvatore and I'll not only stake you but I'll make sure you lose the ability to have sex".

Damon was momentarily shocked by her warning. He had suspected that the older Gilbert girl knew what he was, but her threat to stake him made it clear. Damon suppressed the urge to sink his fangs into her neck; knowing she was at least partially serious about her warning. However, no sooner had he withdrew his fangs when he felt Allie tightening around him; her legs gripping him like a vice as she fell apart loudly beneath him. Her orgasm was all it took for Damon to spill himself into Allie's core as they continued to pant heavily.

A knock on the car window disturbed them from the sex bubble they were in as the sound of Stefan's voice surrounded them.

"If you two are finished now, Jenna and Alaric need you both".

Damon pulled out of Allie and handed her torn panties as he zipped up his pants and buttoned up his shirt. Allie stared at the panties in her hand and sighed.

" What the hell am I supposed to do with these?" she asked as she straigtened out her dress as best she could.

"Here." Damon said as he took the panties from her hand and shoved them into his pants.

"Until next, Gilbert" Damon smirked as they exited the car.
"Don't bet on it, Salvatore".

Shaking away thoughts of their one night together, Allie vowed to stay as far away from Damon Salvatore as possible. They may have spent an intimate night together two years ago but Allie was not blind to the feelings Damon had for her sister, and she was prepared to be someone's second choice.

Passing the sign that signalled to her she was close to home, Allie turned her car down the street and parked in front of her childhood home. Moving away for college was a decision that her family had not been happy with but for Allie, it had been the best decision of her life. She had gained a sense of freedom she had always felt she lacked growing up as a child, and it was during her time at college, that she felt she truly developed into the person she was meant to be; she would no longer be in the shadow of her younger sister. Yes, Allie had finally returned home and she was determined to show everyone that she was a completely different girl from the one they thought they knew.