Life's Little Mysteries

A fic by: Jenna

Rating: Definitely an M. *Smut Warning* ahead. If that is not your cup of tea—skip this fic.

Disclaimer: I own none of TVD characters. I simply like to play with them—especially Damon—at least *I* give him a big happy, unlike Julie P & the writers of the show!

A/N 1: Thank you, to everyone who took the time to R&R this fic. I know I've been gone for a while, but I want to say, the replies/reviews from the readers really means a lot. It inspires the creative process in the author. It just makes us feel good, so thank you to all of you who took the extra time to say something to let me know how you appreciated the piece or even if you didn't—as long as it's not senseless flaming, I have no problem with constructive criticism or especially someone letting me know if I've hit a plot flaw and screwed up. *yikes* Writer's worst nightmare! Trust me, I always appreciate those. ;) Just send it to me quick so I can fix it. Lol!

A/N2: Anyhow, there are a few fics I have read recently that seriously need a shout out… Okay, my great friend Bibi13ca has a fab fic called 'Lucky 13'. It's a multi chappied fic with lots of twists and turns. It's all human, so no fangs, but it's really cool. My other great friend Elvishgirl has an amazing A/H fic too, called 'Shattered Mirror'. I am sure a lot of you have read her stuff and if you haven't…then you are seriously missing out! Layla Reyne has an amazing little one shot called 'In Flight'. All I can say is wow! This fic is a really well written smutty piece that is just unbelievably good. Danni 1989 has a spectacular collection of hot one shots called 'How Do You Want It?' I haven't submitted my request yet…but I am working on one that should get her all worked up! ;) Read it. It's really quite decent. Also, a couple new authors I have found are Damonfan 123 and the 'His Vampire Kiss' it's dark, but who doesn't love dark Damon? Right? Also, Ginny Salvatore has a decent little PWP piece called 'Red Lingerie'. For a first time effort at smut, this is actually really good. It's smutty, but it's PWP. If you want plotline or multi-chappie then this isn't for you, but if you're like me and sometimes you just want to read D&E get it on…then give this fic a shot. ;)

Okay…enough from me. Sorry for the uber long A/N…but I like to share when I find fics that I think are amazing.

Thanks again…Jenna

Part 2

Damon sighed and shut the door. "Okay, that was a buzz-kill," he was saying as he turned around to face the room, but stopped when he found Elena laying on her bed in a provocative pose wearing only her bra and panties. "Or not…" he murmured, already rearing to go again in 0.1 second flat.

Elena rolled onto her side, stretching out on Damon's bed. "Good. He's finally gone. Now…where were we?"

His body was ready and willing, but Damon's mood had kind of been killed by the sad little puppy dog eyes of his brother as Stefan had tried to peek inside Damon's room to see what was going on. (as if he didn't know!)

Damon sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair. "We were getting interrupted by my brother. Which reminds me. We can't do this, at least not right here. Not right now."

Elena suddenly blurred off the bed and slammed into him, shoving him back against his door with a thud. Her hands glided over his torso greedily, sliding along his sculpted pectorals and abs, before tugging on his nipples roughly. "Why? It's not like he doesn't know we've done it?"

Damon rolled his head back and moaned softly as she man-handled him. He didn't mind dominant Elena at all—it was kind of a turn on actually. It was proof he made her as crazy with lust as she made him.

"Because," he gasped, "knowing and hearing it are two totally different things."

Her hand snaked down his pants to grasp his cock and Damon's head banged off the door slightly as stars danced behind his eyes. He wanted her so badly—even like this, he loved Elena—period, but he didn't want to rub salt in Stefan's wounds either.

Pausing in her present activity of jacking him off, Elena glanced up at him under her lashes. She leaned forward and took a bite out of his nipple. He hissed and she grinned against his flesh. "So, let him listen. I'm sure you had to listen to me and him a few times."

Her callous words were like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head. Damon pushed her off him. "Yeah, and it sucked." Elena rolled her eyes, and for the first time ever, Damon looked at her with something akin to disgust.

He needed to put some distance between them, so he strode across the room to where he kept his liquor stashed. "You know," he said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, "I may have tried to kill Stefan a time or two…"

"A time or two?" she snorted.

"Or ten," he conceded with a shrug and a roll of his eyes, "but that doesn't mean I want to be the reason he scurries off to his room to scribble away in his journal about what a bastard I am." He sighed, "Or worse—going all Ripper Stefan on us again. With Silas on the loose, as much as I hate to say it, we need Stefan focused and screwing you right under his nose is not the way to accomplish that."

"You're worried about his feelings, because you love him."

Damon winced at the utter detachment in her voice. It was as if the word 'love' was foreign to her. Not that long ago she was swearing she loved him, but now—she just sounded empty. Hell, not even Katherine had ever sounded that dead inside. It made his heart ache, but it also made him more determined than ever to bring her back.

However, going for the sentimental with her in her present 'off-mode' wasn't the way to get to her and he knew it. It was time for 'Damon the Dick' to make a brief comeback. "Whoa, easy there Oprah, just because I don't want my brother going off the deep end doesn't mean I'm ready to sit around the camp fire and sing 'Kumbaya' either," he told her, some of his old snark present in his voice. "Look, I just don't want to have to start hiding bodies or sleeping with one eye open, worrying when he'll be sneaking in—stake in hand."

Elena strode across the room to where he was and boldly took the drink right out of his hand, ignoring Damon's affronted and stunned look as she took a sip. "So," she said, taking another long swallow of the whiskey, "you're saying sex is off the table again, because of Stefan?" Her eyes raked him up and down. "What happened to you, Damon? I thought you were the bad boy."

She was taunting him, but Damon had played this game before, with a bitch that made Elena look like a novice.

Damon snatched the glass back and finished it off in one gulp. "I never said I wouldn't toss you up against a wall and give you the fucking you're looking for, Elena." He wagged his brows, taunting her back, smirking when Elena's eyes widened a bit at his crudeness.

Good. She really thought he was de-fucking-fanged didn't she?!

He shrugged and headed for his closet. "I'm just saying it's gonna have to be postponed," he told her as he pulled out a duffle bag and slung it onto the foot of his bed. He began gathering his clothes together, walking from his wardrobe to the bag, neatly packing the items inside.

"What are you doing?" Elena asked, frowning.

"Packing," Damon said as went to his dresser and pulled out a few pairs of jeans and socks. He glanced at the jockey boxer/briefs and skipped adding them. He usually went commando anyhow.

"So…what?" she asked, her eyes darkening with anger and maybe a tad of humiliation, too. "Since we can't have sex with Stefan in the house you're just going to bail on me?"

Damon smirked at the bitter tone in her voice. She definitely wasn't happy about their tryst getting interrupted and neither was he, truthfully, but her utter disregard for Stefan's emotions had reminded him of one thing. He loved his brother—he loved Elena too, however, this version of Elena really wasn't worth knifing Stefan in the back over. Stefan might be a broody, self-righteous and manipulative little prick at times. And, Damon fully believed the only reason Stefan wanted the cure for Elena was so he could restore her to her 'Original Pro-Stefan' settings…still…he was his baby bro, and Damon no longer wanted to be responsible for him having a meltdown.

"I'm not bailing on you," he said, continuing with his packing.

Although, truth be told, after her snide comments, he'd given a brief thought to making her stay here without him, because she was being a royal bitch and he really-really felt like reciprocating the emotion, however, when he thought about the day she had—eating cheerleaders, prancing around the house naked for all the world to see and almost dusting her BFF, he quickly nixed the idea. He couldn't leave her here. If Elena was going to be wild and reckless, she was going to do it with him; he was the only one capable of controlling her.

Elena was still standing there, staring at him, her tiny fists balled at her sides. Damon cut her a break. "Look, I said I'm not leaving. 'We' as in you and me, are taking a little trip," he said mysteriously, "so I suggest you start packing."

"Where are we going?"

"It's surprise."

"Damon…" she started in that wet blanket tone of voice he despised.

He rolled his eyes. "Elena. It's a road trip. You know… you and me…on the open road…" He winked. "You know how much fun we always have when we take off together. Are you really going to sit here and bitch when I'm offering to get you out of here for a day or two?"

When it dawned on her what he was offering, Elena started to smile. "Seriously? You're taking me on a trip. No strings attached. No hidden agendas?"

He paused in zippering up his bag. "Elena, the only hidden agenda I have is to get out of here without another showdown with Stefan." he tossed another bag at her and waved a hand. "So, if you can get with the packing—it might make that just a little bit easier."

"But what about the cure?" she asked. "You've been so gung-ho on insisting I take it."

He huffed out an exasperated breath. "You know what? Forget the cure! If you don't want to take the damned thing, then that's your decision. Truthfully, I'm sick and tired of trying to fight with you about it. Hell, I don't even blame you. I wouldn't want it shoved down my throat," he told her honestly.

Elena was left speechless. Damon went to her and took her face in his hands. "Take the cure—don't take the cure…right now, I don't really give a damn." He stroked his thumbs along her cheekbones, watching her intensely as her eyes dilated in pleasure. "I just want to get out of here for a few. We never got that perfect day. Can we just-for once-leave all this cure business behind and just go have some fun?"

In that instant, for just a heartbeat, Elena's flickered with emotion. They lit up and sparkled like they used to when she was happy. Damon caught his breath and then she smiled. A real honest to God smile this time and his heart lodged somewhere in his throat as he saw a glimmer of the girl he fell head over heels for. She cupped her hands over his, holding his palms to her face for an endless, yet infinitesimally small moment in time. So many words were spoken in that second, before Elena nodded and the spell was broken.

"Okay," she said, now firmly interested in his idea. "What should I bring?" she asked as she headed to Damon's closet to get her clothes.

She had pretty much moved into Damon's room, even though, until tonight, things had been relatively rated PG between them.

He shrugged. "Whatever you feel like," he said, but then he paused and a wicked gleam lit up his blue eyes. "However," he said as he headed over to the dresser he'd given to Elena and opened the top drawer. He pulled out his favorite pair of red lacy boy shorts and black thong panties, a quick search found the matching bras and Damon's smile was lecherous when he tossed them at her. "I definitely wouldn't mind if you packed those."

Elena gave a small snort, but she was smiling again. "I bet you wouldn't," she said, but she put them in her bag just the same.

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They were on the highway and had been driving for a few hours when Elena again tried to get some information from Damon about where they were going.

"Can I have a hint? Just a small one?" she wheedled, batting her lashes at him flirtatiously.

Damon decided to give in to her nagging. She would only pester him until they got there, might as well make a game of it. He shot her a sideways glance, his lips curling into his infamous panty-dropping half smile. "Okay," he said, "I'll give you a hint." He paused for moment before he said, "Okay…one of these a day keeps the doctor away."

Elena frowned. "Huh?"

"Come one, Elena—it's a game. Your hint to where we're going is…one of these a day keeps the doctor away. What is it?"

The answer was obvious—everyone had heard the saying. "An apple?" she replied, still confused for a second until her eyes widened. "Wait—an apple…as in The Big Apple?" She turned to him eagerly, all excited energy now. "We're going to New York?!"

Damon's smirk became a full on grin. "Yep!" he said, popping the 'P'. He tilted his head and his grin was just this side of lecherous. "New York City. The city that never sleeps…and the place every newbie Vampire should go once in their life…"

Elena practically hummed with adrenaline and excitement as she settled back into the passenger seat of Damon's Camaro—enjoying the ride and the company.

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Damon and Elena pulled into Manhattan several hours later. Although, the drive was a long one, neither of them were the least bit tired. Damon drove through the city, until he pulled up outside an older building in Mid Town. It was obviously a Hotel and the outside of the building was rich with the intricate designs and beautiful architecture that made so many of New York City buildings much more interesting than the average high-rise.

They got out of the car and proceeded to get their bags, Elena glanced up at the building, there wasn't exactly a sign, but the huge flag flying next to the place read 'The Lexington'. The place was most likely almost as old as Damon was, but it still regal and stylish, and from the nostalgic look on Damon's face, Elena quickly deduced he'd stayed here before.

"I know it's not The Plaza," he said as he noticed her eyeballing the older building and then eyeing him, "but—"

"You've stayed here before and it holds some kind of meaning to you," Elena supplied. "It's beautiful, Damon…really."

Ridiculously pleased, Damon didn't show how happy it made him that she liked his favorite Hotel in all of New York. Instead he merely shrugged. "It's a landmark," he said as an explanation, "and you know me…" He gestured to his Camaro, "I love the classics."

Elena simply smiled as she and Damon made their way into the Hotel.

Damon secured them a room and within minutes Elena was staring out the window of a beautiful one bedroom suite, too entranced with the spectacular view of the bright lights of New York to fully appreciate the beauty of the room.

Damon, on the other hand was touring the suite, checking out the bedroom and imagining all the dirty things he was going to do to Elena in the huge king sized bed that dominated the room. He took in the huge plasma screen TV and mini bar in the bedroom, before entering the separate living room. There was another fully stocked bar set off to the corner. It was a dark cherry wood that made you think of something out of the 20's. The dark woods and bright white furniture in the room was a perfect blend of classic designs from years gone by and modern touches, such as the surround sound stereo unit, another huge plasma TV. It was an incredible room, but the best part (in Damon's opinion) was the bathroom. To his decadent delight, the marble tiled bathroom had an all glass shower and a fully equipped Jacuzzi tub with at least ten jets; it made his mouth salivate just thinking about sinking into it all filled with steaming hot water and bubbles.

Elena came into the bathroom as he was standing there, smiling broadly as he surveyed the tub.

"Not quite the classic you have at home," she said, "but, I have to say, that is one hell of a tub."

Damon turned, wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her to him. "I was just thinking that. As a matter of fact, I was just imagining you and me in that tub." He leaned down to nip at her ear lobe as he breathed, "ever done it in a Jacuzzi before?"

Elena shivered, shaking her head, as she murmured "No."

Damon reached around and turned the water on. "Mmmm, well then let me be the first to introduce you to the joys of bathtub bonding."

Elena giggled, but pulled out of his arms. "I'm hungry, Damon. I thought we were going out for dinner…" she said, raising her brows as an emphasis on 'dinner'.

Damon sighed. Her words almost killed his mood—almost...that is until he remembered Room Service. He smirked. "Who needs to go out to eat…" he was saying as he headed out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He picked up the phone, "When you can have your meal delivered."

He punched in the numbers to connect him to Housecleaning first, asking to have more towels brought up and then he called Room Service. After ordering two cheeseburgers with fries, he gave them the room number and hung up.

"Uh…a cheeseburger isn't exactly what I had in mind," Elena said, leaning against the door frame that led from the bathroom to the bedroom.

"Elena, do you seriously think I plan on surviving the weekend on burger and fries?" He snorted and rolled his eyes. "I plan on snacking on the food server who brings the burger and fries. Haven't you paid attention to anything I've taught you?" he asked. "I've lived for weeks at Hotels and only hunted when I felt like it. You feed and compel. It's not that hard. It just takes finesse, something you are still sorely lacking, by the way."

Elena frowned at the derogatory comment about her finesse, but she couldn't fault Damon's reasoning. "That's why you ordered the extra towels, so we'd both have a meal," she deduced.

He smirked. "That and I plan on using quite a few when I fuck you properly in that tub."

Elena shivered at his words and glanced back at the tub that was slowly filing with steaming hot water, imagining Damon's glorious body, naked and sudsy inside it. He looked so cocky, she couldn't help but want to wipe that smirk off his face. "Or…" she purred, sauntering up to him and putting an extra swing in her hips that immediately drew his attention. "Maybe…" She placed her hands on his chest, "It'll be me fucking you properly." She walked her fingers up the front of his shirt, flipping open a few of the buttons at the top. "I do kind of like being on top."

His grin was downright lewd, but whatever sarcastic comment he was about to make was cut short by a knock at the door.

"Housecleaning…" A woman's voice came through from the other side.

"Ah…" He winked. "Dinner is served."

The veins around Elena's eyes started to slither out and her fangs erupted.

Damon shook his head at her. She hadn't eaten in a while and he knew that, but still… "Let's keep the fangs at bay until after we have her in the room, shall we?" He headed for the door. "Can't have you scaring away the prey before their even in the web yet."

Elena got herself under control while Damon opened the door. A young woman, about twenty five years old with bright green eyes and dark hair stood there, her arms full of fresh towels. He gave the pretty brunette a charming grin. "Fabulous. Would you mind putting those in the bathroom for me?"

As soon as she was in the room, he shut the door, snatched the woman from behind, causing her to shriek and drop her towels. Damon spun her around to face him and cupped her face, forcing her gaze to meet his own. "You're not scared and you're not going to scream," he told her, his eyes dilating as he compelled her silence. The woman nodded slowly and repeated his words back to him in a monotone voice.

He turned the woman back around to face Elena, wrapping an arm around her chest as his features shifted and his fangs elongated. He ran his nose along her swan like neck. "She smells delicious…pretty too," he purred, smirking even more when he noticed Elena scowl at him.

In a flash Elena was there in front of him. Her own vampire features on prominent display as her hunger and jealousy overwhelmed her. "I thought she was mine."

Damon shrugged and brushed the woman's hair off her neck. "Let's share," he said with a wicked expression.

Elena's mouth opened and she hissed a bit, before she lunged for the woman's throat, but Damon roughly pushed her back.

"This isn't a blitzkrieg, Elena. Dammit! See, this is exactly what I'm talking about when I said you have no finesse. When you want someone to walk away without their clothes covered in blood, you have to be gentle." He paused and lowered his fangs. "Watch," he said, and with infinite precision, he slid his fangs cleanly into the brunette's throat without spilling a drop of blood. He took a few mouthfuls, before pulling his teeth out, he licked the wound closed quickly. "See. Not hard. It's all about skill."

He tilted the woman's head the other way, offering Elena the other side of her neck. "Now you try it."

Elena controlled her bloodlust and just as gently as Damon had, she punctured the woman's flesh with her fangs and started to drink. Damon growled his approval and lowered his head again to drink some more. The woman moaned softly as they fed. After a few seconds, Damon stopped and instructed Elena to do the same when she started to gulp down the blood. Elena followed his direction and eased her fangs from the woman's neck like Damon had taught her.

Damon fed the woman a little of his blood to heal her, before compelling her to think she'd simply delivered the towels to the 'ridiculously hot guy' in room 2112 and that was all.

Picking up the towels the woman had dropped, Elena rolled her eyes after he'd closed the door behind their snack. "Ridiculously hot guy! You just had to add that didn't you?"

"What? I am. And…" he informed her, wagging a finger her way, "When she tells the rest of the female staff about my absolute hotness, they'll practically be lining up to deliver pretty much anything I want or need." He did that eye thing of his that made Elena both wet and pissed all at once. "Trust me," he added, "happens every time."

"Yeah, whatever," Elena replied flippantly over her shoulder as she carried in the extra towels into the bathroom and checked on the tub. It still wasn't full, so she left it as it was and went to join Damon again.

By the time their second meal arrived with the burgers, the tub was about to overflow. Elena compelled the waiter, while Damon shut off the water, added a couple of drops of scented oil and bubbles to the tub and turned the jets on.

He was already stripping when Elena found him in the bathroom, giving her a spectacular view of his muscular chest and chisled abdominal muscles as he finished unbuttoning his John Vervatos button down.

"Starting without me?"

He slid the shirt off his shoulders with a shrug. "Baby, I'm just getting warmed up."

Elena raced forward at vampire speed and crashed her lips onto his, surprising Damon for a second before his own instincts took over and he delved his hands into her hair to angle her head just right and take control of the kiss. Her nails raked his chest and he hissed against her lips, growling when the scent of his own blood hit his senses. He nipped at her lip in retaliation, drawing blood. He sucked it into his mouth, drinking up the sweet ambrosia that was Elena's blood ash he swept his tongue inside her mouth, enthusiastically getting reaquainted with her taste and the way she kissed.

"Damon..." she moaned softly and bit him back, co-mingling their blood as they continued to kiss with reckless abandon.

The feeding they'd just shared and the all foreplay they'd been indulging in ever since Stefan interrupted them earlier, was taking its toll and they were both frenzied as they tore at each other's clothes, desperate to get the other naked as quickly as possible.

Elena unbuckled his belt and yanked his pants open, busting the zipper on his jeans in the process, Damon barely noticed or cared as he ripped her top open down the front, tearing the red baby doll shirt as if it were made of tissue paper. Next, his hands went to her bra and with a flick of his wrist it was snapped open, the cups falling away and leaving her beautiful round breasts totally exposed to his hungry gaze. Elena wasn't resting idly by while he stripped her bare, she reached her hand inside his jeans and grabbed hold of his shaft, causing Damon to pause momentarily while working her jeans off her. He groaned deeply, thrusting his hips forward automatically as she stroked him from root to tip. She used her thumb to sweep up the pre-cum gathering there to give her the lubrication needed to slide her hand up and down his length freely and without friction.

Damon's head fell back and his eyes closed in bliss, as each and every movement of her hand made his gut tighten and his hips jut forward over and over as she stroked him like a pro.

"Keep that up and I'll be finishing this in your hand and not inside you," he growled, his hand on her wrist, holding her in place.

Elena pulled his hand away. "So, if I remember correctly, your rebound time is less than three minutes…I think I can wait another three minutes for you to be inside me. I can't, however, wait another three minutes to do this." And with those naughty words, she dropped to her knees in front of him.

Damon gripped her head and audibly groaned loud and long when her tongue slid up the underside of his penis. He cursed softly when she took him into her mouth and began to hum softly as she sucked him down her throat. "You just like being in control…" he gasped, when she took his sac in her hand and fondled his balls gently as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.

Elena gave him a filthy look, one he usually used himself and murmured an "um-hmm" while she continued to slide his cock in and out of her mouth. He buried his fingers in her hair and hung on for dear life as she blew him and the top of his head off all in one blow job!

"I'm gonna cum!" he panted in warning, but she just sucked him deeper and with a strangled groan, Damon erupted down her throat, shuddering and calling out her name as he climaxed.

More than pleased with herself, Elena got to her feet, licking her lips. She used her thumb to wipe up the small drop of semen at the corner of her mouth, one that had somehow escaped her lips as she had swallowed him down.

"Mmmmm," she purred, sucking on her thumb erotically, her dark eyed gaze capturing and holding Damon's dazed methane blue eyes. "Tastes almost as good as your blood."

At that point clothes were simply ripped apart. Damon literally tore Elena's jeans off her body, ripping the skinny legs of the denim right at the seams all the way down. Her panties went the same way as her jeans. He simply yanked them from her body, tearing asunder the tiny scrap of lace, until she was standing there entirely naked and ready for him.

Elena giggled. It was obvious she loved the affect she had on him.

Damon really didn't care. Let her have the upper hand now. He knew his time would come as soon as he was inside her. It wasn't that long ago—he could still hear her panted cries in his ear as she told him how amazing he felt inside her. He'd simply remind her of that tonight.

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Okay guys, I know…(dodges missiles from irate readers) it was evil to end it there, but I want each chappie to have some sort of sexual scene with D&E in it, and the next one is where Damon gets his revenge. Muwhahaha. Plus, I do want to touch a bit on D&E in New York, only the epi works a little (actually *a lot*) different from my POV than it did in the show.

Hope you liked this small teaser of a smut-fest. This actually wasn't easy to write, because I don't really like Elena right now. Soooo… I am trying real hard to keep in in character, but not make her the absolute royal Fu*king bitch she is in the show right now! Also, a good friend of mine asked me to please give Damon his balls back… lol!

Trust me, Taz, I'm trying. I just wish the show would do the same! ;)

Anyhow, please feed the musie…reviews are like cookies to the little Beast…she adores them. ;)