"Why are going to Atlanta, Damon? I can't go to Atlanta. I was just in a car accident, I need you to take me home." I almost yell as I sit helplessly in the passenger seat of Damon's car.

"We're already in Atlanta, Elena. Please, just relax, we're going to see a friend of mine and I figured you could use a time out from the drama that is your life." Damon replies with that ass of a grin of his.

"What about my car?" I ask, knowing I'm not going to win this battle.

"I moved it to the side of the road, I'm sure no one will bother it. Now just...relax."

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. Arguing with Damon won't get me anywhere, besides, I could get answers out of him that Stefan won't give me.

This is what I was thinking while sitting at the bar with Damon an Bree. Oh how I wish I would have made him take me home. Then we wouldn't be in this situation. We're out behind the bar now and Damon is on the ground, weak and covered in gas.

Stefan's friend Lexi was killed by Damon to keep the towns people of Mystic Falls from finding out that he and Stefan were vampires. Though Damon was trying to help, not the way to do it.

So now Lexi's vampire boyfriend is trying to justify killing Damon, thinking that Damon is my boyfriend and that I should feel the loss that he feels. How ever, with my whit and ability to bullshit my way out of tough situations, I'm able to talk Lexi's boyfriend out of it. Him leaving me to gloat about saving Damon's ass for getting doused if flames.

"If you tell anyone that you saved me from getting killed I'll deny it." Damon says as I help him up.

"And that'll hurt me how?" I ask looking at him with a smirk on my face.

"I have no clue but it sounded good before I actually said it. On a slightly different note, I should get you home. And I need a shower." Damon says smelling his gas covered shirt and wrinkling his nose in disgust.

The thought of him in the shower made me want to bite my lip. I couldn't stop looking at him with thoughts about him in the shower...water cascading down his chiseled chest, over his muscular arms. That perfect hair matted down by the hot steamy water and...

"Elena?" I heard Damon ask, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Are you okay?" He asks as he lays his hands on my shoulders, a look of concern crossing over his beautiful face.

"Huh? I'm sorry, I...was thinking." I reply, noting that my voice is hoarse.

"We should get you home. I think the shock of the accident is finally catching up with you." He says taking my hand, tugging me towards the front of the bar but I stop walking after only moving a foot.

"Damon...I wasn't thinking about the accident." I whisper. "I don't know why I feel like this all of a sudden. I mean, I'm in love with Stefan but these feelings, I can't deny them, but I also can't explain them." I say this, not meeting his concerned eyes.

"What feelings, Elena? What are you talking about?" He asks, making my look at him by placing a finger under my chin and raising my head.

"The shower, the water...chiseled chest and muscular arms." I reply, knowing that I'm probably blushing like crazy right now.

"Whoa. Elena, come back to me. What the hell are you talking about?" He says snapping his fingers in front of my eyes.

"Damon, kiss me." I command him in a low voice, locking my eyes with his.

"What? You're drunk aren't you?" He asks pulling away form my.

"Will you shut up and kiss me already? God, don't you listen? I WANT you." I say this as I grab onto his skin tight shirt.

Without anymore hesitation his lips crash against mine and my hands weave into his hair. I feel his tongue trace against my bottom lip so I part my lips just a little, but it's enough that I feel his tongue slide against mine. I feel my back hit the wall as Damon lets out a small growl, his hands tighten their grip a bit on my waist.

~DAMON P.O.V.~

I'm kissing my brother's girlfriend, behind a bar, in Atlanta...after she saved my damned life. God, this is so damn good but, I shouldn't be doing this? Oh, who the hell cares? Saint Stefan is never rough enough with her. I can make her moan twice as loud as he can.

As I think this I push Elena into the wall of Brees' Bar. Normally I wouldn't allow a woman to take control of me this way but there's something about Elena that just, drives me insane. Maybe it's the fact that She's Stefan's and I promised him an eternity of misery, taking his girl would only add to the misery.

"God, you're beautiful." I whisper as I move to kiss her neck.

"Damon, we really should stop now. Before we both want to take this farther." Elena whispers, her breathing uneven.

"You already want more. I can tell because I can smell it. The lust running through your veins, under that soft tan skin of yours." I say as I gently nibble on her neck.

"You're right, I want more. I want you...ah...to have...ugh...hot, wild sex...nah...with me." She says between grunts and moans.

"What about Saint Stefan? He is your precious boy toy right? He'll kill us both if he finds out." I whisper in her ear as I pull on the hem of her shirt.

"Stefan would kill you, no me. And he won't find out because I'm not going to tell him, and neither are you." She says looking up at me. "Besides, he lied to me, so why can't I lie to him?"

"You're sure you want this?" Wait, since when do I ask?

"Shut up and fuck me!" She replies, attaching her lips to mine again.

"Stefan won't it from you, but I don't mind calling him." A voice says from behind us.