This is mais to do with the T.V show than the books. This is not carried on from anything, it's just a made up thing. So Stefan has left Mystic Falls without saying good bye to Elena. Elena is still upset a mês after Stefan has left. Elena knows that Damon knew Stefan was leaving and is angry at him for not forcing him to stay. She has seen Damon around but has not spoken to him preoperly until this point.
I know this thing I've written is a bit sexy and steamy, but I wanted to give the Vampire Diaries readers and viewers the thing that I'm sure they've been looking for. Enjoy :D



The doorbell rang. Sighing, I pushed myself up from the sofa and placed my diary on the table. On my way to the door, it rang again.
“Ok ok, I’m coming!” I said angrily, and wrenched open the oak door. It was Damon.
“Damon, what do you want,” I said, exasperated. I really didn’t want to deal with whatever crap he was intending to say right now.
“I was coming to see if you were ok,” he said calmly.
“Pfft. Like you really care,” I tried to shut the door in his face, but his strong hand stopped me easily. “I really don’t feel like talking to you.” I let go of the door and it swung open again.
“Look, Elena. I can’t bring Stefan back. It was his choice to leave. There’s nothing neither you nor I can do anymore. I tried to keep him here. For you. I know how much you amor him.” I looked back in his eyes. He was still standing outside, although he was perfectly able of walking through the doorframe. I wasn’t going to back down this easy.
“Sure, of course you did it for me. Damon, all you care about is yourself and nobody else. And as for Stefan? Yes, I loved him. But not anymore. He left me, which just goes to show how much HE loved ME, doesn’t it?” I stormed off into the living room, and he followed me without a word. I turned around and faced him.
“Elena. I do care about other people than myself actually. In case you haven’t noticed, I care about you quite a lot.” His faced weakened from its usual strong, dangerousness to a look of truth and realisation. I didn’t want to listen to this. Not now.
“Elena. You know this. You’ve always known. But I couldn’t do anything about it because Stefan was there first. I’m sorry if I ever hurt you or did anything to hurt people you love. You don’t know how hard it is for me to say that.” I stared at him. His face looked like that of a small boy confessing something.
“Damon, I…” I began, but he cut me short.
“I know. You don’t feel the same way. But I couldn’t leave you without telling you.” His last sentence crushed me mais than I’d expected.
“You’re…leaving?”
“Yes. I think it’s best if you go back to how your life was before you met me or Stefan. You can live a normal life.”
“No! Damon, your doing exactly what Stefan did to me! I can’t lose you!”
“At least I told you how I felt about you before I left you, unlike Stefan. I’m sorry Elena. I’ll always amor you.”
He stepped progressivo, para a frente and placed his lips on my forehead. He then looked into my eyes.
“Goodbye Elena.” He turned on his heel and began to leave my house forever. Tears filled my eyes. The feelings for Damon I had tried to suppress consumed me. I loved him. I always had. Secretly. Even when I was with Stefan, I had loved Damon. I couldn’t let him walk out of my life like Stefan. I ran after him.
“Damon! Wait!” I yelled, and he turned around, slightly bewildered. I through my arms around him and pressed my lips to his. He was taken aback for a moment, but as realisation set in he softened and slid his arms around me. He kissed me back, gently but with a lot of passion. My breathing got heavier and so did his. As we kissed we moved upstairs, and the beijar was mais passionate than ever por the time we fell softly onto my bed. My hands twisted in his hair and he pulled off his shirt. I tugged off my t-shirt at the same time and turned myself over so he was on topo, início of me. He began beijar my cheek, my neck, my chest, my stomach. It felt so good. He pulled off my jeans and then his pants. He came back to my lips and kissed me again. I rolled over on topo, início of him and began beijar him the same way he had kissed me. I began with his neck, his chest, his toned and muscular stomach. He had an amazing physique. I crawled up to his lips again and again we rolled back over. He pulled off his boxers and I pulled off my knickers. We crawled under the covers and made love. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. Better than Stefan even. Finally we both rolled onto our backs and lay staring at the ceiling breathing heavily. Neither of us spoke for about two minutos until Damon eventually breathed “wow…” I giggled and rolled on my side, propping myself up on my elbow. He did the same. We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like an age. Then I snuggled close to him and he stroked my hair.
“I never wanted to leave you know. But I felt as though I had to. I thought there was nothing left for me here. I thought you didn’t amor me,” he said quietly.
“Damon, I’ve always loved you. Even though you have done some stupid evil things in your past I can’t help myself.” He laughed and kissed the topo, início of my head. Suddenly I heard the door slam downstairs.
“Oh that’s probably Jeremy,” I sighed.
“It’s not Jeremy. Argh he has to ruin everything!” Damon growled and stared at the door. I stared but there was no one there in the hallway. I blinked. When my eyes opened someone was in the doorway. It was Stefan.