Author: HollyGolightly1985

Rating: M for language, adult situations and possible violence

Summary: Set 8 years after the events of 2x08. Elena, having started a new life in New York, is begrudgingly pulled back to Mystic Falls to support the union of two loved ones. D/E Pairing.

Disclaimer: I obviously own nothing. If I did EVERY episode would be full of Delena fluff!

A/N: I am soooo terribly sorry that this update is so long overdue. I know you all probably don't care or want to hear it but wedding planning has really been bogging me down. My advice to any soon to be brides or grooms is to simply elope. This wedding stuff is for the birds I say! Thanks to those of you that have reviewed and added this story to their alerts/favs. You guys are my driving force! Special thanks to iloveharrypotter711, Eighp, hpfan27, qaz151, Rosesareforever, ayna93, lateVMlover, mandy1485, bluestriker666, gseemann, BadBoysAreBest, Babi (read her amazing work!), Frenchmind, katoributa (I DID go to Cocoa Bella and just about died from the sheer perfection of all of that chocolate. I was in Heaven and my fiance was just along for the ride, lol), Lucius00, blueyed18 and LoveEpicLove (go read her work, now!) and mistydreamgirl (your simple one word review kicked my butt into gear!)

Chapter 13: Dancing Through Life

Late Sunday afternoon, Elena hopped in her SUV with Bonnie and Jeremy bound for the local dance studio of Mystic Falls.

"I still don't understand why you want to take dance lessons. It's not like you're going to bust a serious move on the dance floor. And if you even consider doing a lame choreographed dance like those nerds on YouTube, I'm disowning both of you," Elena pointed out as she backed out of the driveway.

"No Lena, we're not going to be going all Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire at the wedding. However, it doesn't help that your brother, here, has two left feet," Bonnie poked Jeremy in the ribs. He was too enthralled in playing his PSP to notice what she had said. He simply answered with a grunt of acknowledgement. "Or doesn't pay attention to a word I say," Bonnie added with a sigh.

"Yeah, sure thing, babe," Jeremy absentmindedly answered.

"Point taken," Elena laughed as she turned into the bed and breakfast parking lot. Aaron was sitting on a bench out front nursing a cup of coffee. With a nod of acknowledgement he rose from his spot and headed towards the passenger's side door. He slid into the side seat, buckled up and turned to Elena. "Some coffee," he offered.

"What? I don't get my own coffee?" Elena frowned in response.

"Do you ever wonder what damage you are doing to your stomach by consuming so much coffee, guys?" Bonnie piped up from the back seat.

"Nope, not one bit. Cast iron stomach here," Elena lightly tapped that flat plane of her stomach as she pulled out of the parking lot. "We're stopping for my coffee now."

"No, Elena! We're going to be late. We'll barely make it on time as it is. You know how fussy Mrs. Oakey is about punctuality. We were lucky enough that she allowed us to come in on a weekend as it is, Elena. Let's not burn any bridges quite yet," Bonnie was getting properly worked up. She hated nothing more in the world than being late anywhere.

"Five minutes, Bonnie. It will be quick," Elena promised.

Twenty minutes later the foursome rushed through the doors of Mrs. Oakey's dance studio.

"Finally," Damon groaned as he rose from his chair at the side of the room. He had spent the last half hour listening to the trials and tribulations of Mrs. Oakey and how she never quite made it on Broadway.

"Sorry," Bonnie offered sincerely. "We would have been on time if Elena hadn't insisted we stop for coffee." Bonnie threw an evil glare back at her best friend.

"What? It's not my fault that that kid is new and doesn't know how to steam a cup of milk," Elena said defensively as she set her purse down in the chair next to the one Damon had been occupying not seconds ago.

"Three times, she it back. Three times," Bonnie growled while holding up three digits to display her frustration.

"I was here early too," Damon whined.

"To be early is to be on time. To be on time is to be late. To be late is never to be…," Mrs. Oakey recited as the hefty, older woman with bleach blond hair rose from the piano bench.

"Ah, it's all semantics," Elena laughed nervously.

"Elena, my dear. How are you?" Mrs. Oakey threw both pudgy arms around Elena's smaller form and gave a good squeeze. "You were always my favorite pupil as a child."

"She was?" Bonnie and Jeremy questioned together.

"Why yes! Even from a young age, one could tell that she moved with an airy gracefulness," Mrs. Oakey said wistfully.

"She spent most of the class time free styling," Bonnie said indignantly, "while the rest of us tried to learn the routines."

"Yeah, she moved with the grace of Lucille Ball and the suaveness of Minnie Pearl," Jeremy laughed.

"I was right," Mrs. Oakey smiled while twirling Elena out, "You were destined for greatness."

"Okay, can we get to the lessons now please?" Elena flushed at all of the attention and sat down quickly.

"But of course," Mrs. Oakey clapped her hands together. "First we will begin with a few basic steps. Chiefly, the box step. This one is easy enough. Partner up and we'll begin."

Elena and Damon rose at the same time and turned toward each other. With an impish grin Damon held out his hand, "May I have this dance?"

"Hmmm," Elena pretended to ponder it over before answering, "If memory serves, you are somewhat of a great dance partner. I need someone just as good as me to keep up…So, why not?"

"Oh, the flattery," Damon rolled his eyes as he led Elena to the center of the room.

They spent the next hour tangled up in each other's arms, swaying to the music. Elena, try as she might, was unable to pull her gaze away from Damon's own. They had tuned Mrs. Oakey out long ago and were transfixed on one another.

"You are an excellent dancer, Ms. Gilbert," Damon leaned in and purred into her earlobe.

With a hitch in her breath and her pulse skyrocketing, Elena, shakily responded, "Well, I have an excellent dance partner, Mr. Salvatore." She too had leaned in close to whisper in his ear. Before pulling away though she worked up enough courage and lightly trailed the tip of her tongue around the smooth shell of his ear. With a deep groan and an involuntary jerk of the hips, Damon felt like puddy for the first time in decades.

"You need to stop that," Damon struggled to get out.

"Or what?" Elena whispered into his ear once more.

"Karma, my dear, karma," was all Damon said before pulling away as the music slowly faded.

"Excellent work, everybody," Mrs. Oakey beamed. "A special thank you to my new dance partner, Aaron. You move divinely."

"Thank you Mrs. Oakey," Aaron genuinely smiled back at her.

"You are all free to use the facilities for the next hour as you wish," Mrs. Oakey looked at her watch quickly. "We close at eight so I'll expect you all to be cleared out by then. It's been a pleasure. As always, a delight to see you again Miss Gilbert," the large woman pulled Elena's lithe form into a bone crushing hug.

"You too, Mrs. Oakey," Elena huffed out.

Elena went to sit down and quickly change out of her jazz shoes and into her converse.

"I don't think so," Aaron came to stand in front of Elena while holding his hand out, "I haven't had the chance to dance with my number one girl yet."

"What'll it be?" Elena smiled up at him.

Aaron pushed a button on the small remote he held in his left hand. Instantly Michael Bublé's "Last Dance" filtered through the large, surround sound speakers. "Remember this one?"

"Ah, come on! Something a little less flashy, please," Elena groaned as she let him pull her to her feet.

"You were always so good at this one," Aaron countered. "And Bonnie really wants to see. Don't you Bonnie?" Aaron laughed as he swiftly shifted the blame elsewhere.

"Yes, please," Bonnie plopped down into a chair, exhausted from all of the dancing.

"Ugh, fine," Elena conceded.

The music flowed smoothly along with Elena and Aaron's swift, sleek moves. The dance was a fast paced Tango that took them both over completely. Damon sat in half displeasure and half arousal as he watched Elena's hips writhing in time with the music. God how he wished to switch places with Aaron right now.

"What did I tell you?" Aaron laughed as he circled Elena's writhing form, "Hips like a cougar."

"Shut it Peters!" Elena sounded scandalized.

When the dance ended applause poured forth from the three spectators. "You just pull this stuff for the attention," Elena said pointedly to Aaron.

"Guilty as charged," he laughed. "You love it just as much as I do." He pulled her in for one last hug before letting go and sitting down.

"I think we've practiced enough for one day," Bonnie sighed as she looked at an exhausted Jeremy. "Let's call it a night and head to the Grill."

"Agreed," Jeremy jumped up and headed towards the exit. The rest of the group began to follow as Elena hung back.

"I'm going to use the little girl's room. I'll meet you at the Grill."

"You drove, Elena," Aaron quirked an eyebrow.

"You can drive, Aaron. The Grill is only three blocks away. I'm a big girl, I'll be okay," Elena smiled.

"I'll stay with her," Damon offered readily.

"See, I'll be fine," Elena turned and headed down the hallway that lead to the restroom.

"Okay," Aaron called out in a sing song voice that dripped of mischief.

As Elena stood washing her hands she concentrated on slowing her heart rate down. She was fortunate for the alone time Damon had provided them. However, her heart was going into overtime. She briefly looked up into the mirror to check her reflection and nearly had a heart attack on the spot. Damon was looking back at her, over her shoulder with that damn smirk of his.

"Jesus tap dancing Christ!" Elena clutched her heart in a knee jerk reaction.

"Sorry," Damon smirked again.

"You'll have to forgive me. You spend eight years away from supernatural entities and you tend to let your guard down a bit," Elena finished washing her hands and reached for the paper towels. "What are you doing in hear? Honestly couldn't wait a few minutes?"

"No," Damon answered simply and honestly.

"Okay," Elena said slowly as she still faced the mirror and watched Damon's reflection.

"I loved watching you dance," Damon started as he slowly sauntered up behind her. "I've never seen anything so sexy in my life before. Except…."

"Yes," Elena asked in anticipation and excitement. Her breaths were coming out more shallow and quickly now.

"I only wish I'd been the one to feel you against me. Not Aaron," Damon placed took Elena's left hand in his own and lifted them up to brace themselves on the mirror. With his right hand he placed it on her right hip drawing lazy circles over and over.

Elena was quickly beginning to lose any thought of up or down. "Not this again," Elena breathed out quietly. "Aaron and I…"

"Are just friends," Damon finished for her. "I know. I understand. It still doesn't help me though when I see him putting his hands on you. I should be the only one doing that," Damon whispered into her right ear causing her to involuntarily shiver. Pulling back slightly, he reached up his right hand and pulled her hair back behind her right shoulder and piled it onto her left side. Elena's heart picked up when she was suddenly reminded of what he truly was.

She trusted him implicitly but a part of her was nervous and excited for what was to come next. "Yes," Elena groaned in agreement as Damon's lips found their way to her neck and began slowly suckling their sweet torture.

"Yes, indeed," Damon purred over her overly sensitive skin. His right hand began to slowly snake its way up from her hip. It danced a slow, tortuous dance up her ribcage, tickling, until it found its destination at her heavy breast. With a deep gasp, Elena leaned forward and into his needy touch. She was desperate for more pressure and wasn't above begging for it, "More."

"Ah ah ah," Damon chided. "I'm in control here. Payback is a bitch, you know." Elena's small whimper of defeat struck a chord in him and he instantly applied more pressure. "However, I can't deny you anything."

"Oh God," Elena groaned out as his nimble fingers plucked at her nipple through the fabric of her thin shirt. He stopped briefly cause Elena to whimper in frustration.

"Patience," Damon purred once more in her ear. Swiftly, he lifted the right side of her shirt way up and slipped his hand into her bra cup.

"Oh fuck! That's good," Elena moaned. She was lost over to her lust fully and completely. "Don't stop."

"No intentions to," Damon's vigorous suckling stopped as he began leaving 'love bites' on her neck and continued on down the slope of her shoulder. The squeaking of their hands against the mirror only helped shield Elena's moans slightly. Damon untangled his left hand from Elena's and brought it down to the apex of her thighs.

"Ah," Elena cried out loudly. She threw her head back onto Damon's right shoulder and slumped against him for support.

Quick as a cat Damon brought both hands to the front of Elena's jeans and quickly undid the snap and pulled down the zipper.

"Damon what are-" Elena was silenced quickly as she felt Damon's right hand slip deep down into the recesses of her underwear. His talented fingers quickly found their goal as he rolled her clit in between his thumb and pointer finger. Elena brought her left hand up behind her and grasped at Damon's neck. She was literally hanging on for dear life.

With a hitch in her breath and a needy moan, Damon took the subtle hint and moved his hand down further. Ever so slowly he thrust his middle finger into her hot, dripping core. Elena's surprised gasped quickly turned into a moan and Damon moved his finger in and out at a painstakingly slow pace. Sensing her need for more he inserted a second finger. Turning his fingers around he quickly found her spongy tissue and applied a subtle pressure.

"Oh my God. What are you doing to me?" Elena gasped. "I'm going to explode."

Damon groaned at her hot words and leaned his head down once more to lave wet, suckling kisses on her neck. "Elena," he cooed. 'Hmm?' was her simply response. "Elena, dear," Damon moaned "Open your eyes."

Instantly obeying him she opened her eyes and gasped at the highly erotic scene unfolding in front of her. Her breath hitched tenfold and she quickly felt herself spiraling out of control. "Oh fuck," Elena panted quickly, "I'm going to…"

"Yes, come," Damon egged her on. That was all it took to send her tumbling over the edge and into that sweet abyss of ecstasy.

It took a good minute for Elena to fully catch her breath. When she finally did, she slowly stood up and clutched at the sink to balance herself. Glancing up she was met with one of the cockiest smirks she'd ever seen Damon sport.

"You seem pretty pleased with yourself," Elena smiled as she zipped up her pants and straightened her shirt out.

"No, you seem more pleased by me than anything," was his witty retort.

"I can't deny that. Not after what just happened," Elena turned around to finally face Damon. Lifting her hands up she grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and forcefully pulled him toward her. When they met she lay a sweet yet forceful kiss on his lips. Her tongue probed deeply and back and forth similar to the action of his fingers moments ago. Damon moaned and pulled back, resting his forehead against Elena's.

"If you don't stop that I'll be forced to take you right here in the bathroom of Mrs. Oakey's Dance Studio," Damon laughed half seriously and half lightly.

"That does sound very unromantic," Elena agreed.

"Let's go eat," Damon held out his hand for Elena to take. "I'm starving after that workout!"

Ok all, there you have it! MY FIRST LEMON EVER! I hope it wasn't too bad. Please R&R and let me know what you think.

I genuinely love and appreciate all and any reviews. Much love to you all for reading this!