a/n: Thank you Zoraya Windwalker for being my amazing beta :)

alright guys, this is the end :( I may write a sequel, but I'm working on a few other stories at the moment, so we'll see. Other than One Kiss, I won't be posting any new stories until my wonderful beta returns from her six week work trip. But the good news is, when she does return, I should have new stories ready to go :) Thanks again to all the readers/reviewers out there. You guys are awesome!

For those of you that are interested I'll be working on three stories. One is the wedding that I keep promising...it would have been up sooner, but I'm having issues with writng a wedding...it's something I usually stay away from, but I figured I put Delena through so much in that series, they deserved it. The second one is Caught in the Middle. It was originally a oneshot and the first chapter is already up. For those of you that haven't read it, Elena finds herself alone in the boarding house and ends up in Damon's room at the same time him and Katherine are coming home...I'm sure you can figure out what's going to happen. That's also going to be a Delena story filled with smut ;) The third one is going to take place after college where Elena comes back to Mystic Falls. I don't want to give much away, but it's going to be completely original and I will be taking some liberties with the werewolf legend they used on the show. And, like I said, I might do a sequel to this one too...

So thanks again everyone!

TWENTY-TWO

Damon heard the exchange between Elena and her aunt. He hadn't purposely eavesdropped, but he still felt a little guilty all the same. When he heard the conversation end, he refocused his attention to the pot on the stove. Truth be told, he had no idea what he was making and judging from the smell of it, it wasn't going to be edible anyway. It was the first time, that he could remember, that his cooking skills were letting him down. He stared down at the stove and tried to think of the last time he had been unable to make a dish.

Lost in thought, he jumped slightly as a pair delicate hands rested on his hips. He turned quickly to see Elena's jaw dropped in shock; eyes sparkling with laughter. "That's twice I scared you," she said proudly.

"You didn't scare me."

Her brow rose as she tipped her head to the side. "I beg to differ," she muttered.

Damon narrowed his eyes at her and then looked down as he felt her hands moving towards the buttons on his shirt. He reached down and took her hands in his. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" she challenged.

He stared at her; something was different. It was as if she had undergone a personality switch during her conversation. The sad Elena he had been talking to a few minutes ago had been replaced by the playful and very aroused Elena that stood before him now. "Jenna was right, you shouldn't do anything that you'll regret."

He let go of her hands when she tugged and kept his eyes on hers as her hands slid up his chest to cup his face. "I know what I'm doing and I can assure you that I won't regret it." She paused to smile at him, letting her hands fall to his shoulders. As she continued to speak, her fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt. "You said you had been waiting a hundred and forty-five years for me and I would be no better than Katherine if I made you wait a minute longer." With his shirt hanging open to reveal his toned chest, her fingers gently trailed down to his belt.

Damon felt himself harden as he realized what she was going to do. "Elena..." he started, but couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Stefan and Katherine are gone; neither is coming back. That gives us all the time in the world to make our relationship work. No distractions, no one trying to ruin us; absolutely nothing standing in our way."

He chuckled softly at that. "Never say never, Elena. I'm a vampire; trouble follows me wherever I go."

"That's because you usually start it," she said, a small smile gracing her lips as she pulled the belt from the loops of his jeans. She held his gaze as she undid the fly of his jeans and watched as his eyes fluttered with pleasure as she dipped her hand into the opening to wrap her fingers around him. The sight of his hands gripping the counter made her smile even more. "As of this moment, the past is officially the past. What's done is done and, given the chance, I wouldn't change a thing. All events led me to you. I love you, Damon," she breathed and then knelt before him.

Damon felt the counter crumble beneath his vice-like grip from the combination of seeing and feeling Elena taking him into her mouth. He was still trying to wrap his mind around her words, hoping that he wasn't just hallucinating or conjuring up fantasies of his own. Somehow, he managed to pull himself out his thoughts and was rewarded with the pleasurable sensation of her tongue swirling around the tip of his erection. He removed one of his hands from the counter and let it sink into her hair. As he cupped the back of her head, he encouraged her to keep going. His hips bucked involuntarily towards her mouth but Elena didn't let it faze her. His hand gathered more and more of her hair while pressing her closer to him, signaling that he was close to his release. She was prepared to continue, but Damon pulled her away with both hands and drew her to her feet.

A gasp of surprise left her lips and she laughed slightly as he picked her up and used his vampiric speed to set her down on the island counter. Whatever clutter had been there was now on the floor in pieces. Her laughter turned into a groan as he hastily removed her borrowed sweatpants and her underwear right with it. Elena propped herself up on her elbows and watched as he bent down in front of her and hooked her legs over his shoulders. His eyes flickered up to hers and the electricity between them intensified. He held her gaze even as his tongue found her core. Elena's heart skipped a beat and she bit her lower lip. Watching Damon please her was something she would never get used to. As he continued to please her, her head fell back and her eyes began to close.

She felt Damon pull away and she lifted her head to look at him. "Watch me," he demanded in a husky voice.

Elena nodded and groaned as his tongue swept across her again. As he pulled that tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth and his finger slipped into her wetness her head was spinning from the pleasure coursing through her and her eyes were demanding that she shut them. Damon added another finger, earning a breathy moan from her. His eyes met hers and she felt the pleasure intensify. As he worked his magick on her, it was getting harder and harder to follow his orders but somehow she managed.

Elena thought he would pull away before letting her finish, but the moment she felt the tension in her body increase, she knew he wasn't going to stop. Her eyes widened and her breathing quickened, but she never took her eyes off of him. Damon reveled in the sight of her release, delighted that she done as he had asked and let him see it through.

Even before she had come down from her high, Damon surged forward so he was leaning over her as much as he could. Her legs were still over his shoulders, something she had never experienced before and was more than excited to try. Damon put his hands on her hips and looked down at her wearing nothing but one of his shirts. The sight was enough to make him lose it then and there. He smirked at her; if she was going to drive him crazy, he was going to return the favor.

Slowly, he inserted the tip of his member into her. Elena groaned with anticipation and bit her lip. He repeated the notion, never going past the tip, even as she bucked her hips forward to try and take him in further. Elena wanted to scream from the way Damon was teasing her. Her lips parted to yell at him, only to have a moan escape as he buried himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust. Elena whimpered as he pulled completely out of her. He grinned and slid himself back inside. He repeated this until she could not stand it any longer.

"Damon!" she shouted in a tone somewhere between begging, demanding, and whining.

Unable to continue teasing her anymore, Damon entered her again and began to thrust repeatedly with enough speed to create the friction she had been waiting for. Damon nearly lost it when Elena began to squeeze her own breasts while murmuring words of encouragement to him. Her back arched to accept more of him as her hips met his with each thrust. She wanted to close her eyes, but she was sure Damon would stop and demand that she open them.

Damon slowed down the pace a little as he reached up to grab her legs. He removed them from his shoulders and she locked them around his waist. "Harder," she breathed, smirking at the look of surprise on Damon's face. He obliged, slamming into her roughly for the next few strokes.

Needing more, Elena surged forward until her front was flush against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and captured his lips. She kissed him wildly, letting him know that she wanted more. Abruptly, she pulled her lips away and began kissing his neck, adding little love bites as she went. Damon buried himself all the way into her and picked her up. She tightened the hold of her legs around his waist and clung to him while he carried her to the parlor.

Damon sat her down on the arm of the couch and pulled out of her. She smirked at him and leaned back until she was propped up on her elbows. Damon wet his lips, excited that she knew what to do. He reached down and guided himself back into her. This time, he used his thumb to tease her clit while he rocked in and out of her. Elena tipped her head back at the feel of her oncoming release.

Damon could feel her walls contracting around him as she came for him. He continued to thrust, dragging her orgasm out for as long as he could. When Elena could see straight again, they were in his room.

Elena reached up with one hand and let the fingers sink into his soft black tresses before pulling him down so she could kiss him. As he slowed down, Elena broke the kiss. "Harder!" she hissed. Damon pushed himself up and began thrusting with everything he had. Yet, it wasn't enough. "Harder," she demanded again.

Any harder and he would be using his vampiric strength. He half shrugged and gave Elena exactly what she wanted. Her eyes went wide as the world around her began to spin. She moaned and withered beneath him from the force of her third release. She cried out for him, almost screaming his name. Damon came with her, staying inside of her until the last tremor subsided. He crashed on top of her and reveled in the feel of her chest as it rose and fell against his. When he felt the beat of her heart, he had to remind himself that she was full of vervain; the need to bite her was so overpowering. He was almost tempted to bite her anyway and deal with the consequences later.

When her breathing had regulated, Damon moved to lie on his side and looked at her. "So, what exactly does this mean?"

"It means I don't care what people think," she explained. "I want to be with you. I want people to know that I want to be with you."

"What will you say when people ask what happened?"

She shrugged, "I guess I'll find out."

He frowned at the pout on her face. "Elena?"

"Jenna wants me in school tomorrow and I can't go wearing your things."

He smiled and leaned in to nuzzle her cheek with his. "I'll go get you some clothes while you sleep."

"I think I've done enough sleeping for today," she replied, even as she felt her body relax, already feeling tired again.

"I'm not going to wear you out," he said and kissed her cheek before pulling away to rest his head on his hand. "Your body still needs to rest after, well, everything," he added and grinned at the same time she did.

"Will you wait until after I'm asleep?" she asked sheepishly. She hated to admit that she needed him next to her to be able to fall asleep. The two nights she had spent at Bonnie's had been bad enough, earning her about three or less hours a night.

"Of course," he answered, smirking at her. It was nice to be needed after years of people hating him. His smirk disappeared as she pulled away and got to her feet. "Where are you going?"

"To clean up."

Elena tugged the shirt down even though it fell to the middle of her thighs. She shook her head and laughed silently at herself. She had just slept with him, again, and now she was feeling shy. She walked into the bathroom and stopped at the mirror. She looked at her reflection and smiled, liking what she saw. Admitting her feelings for Damon had brought back the old Elena. He was definitely that piece of the puzzle that had been missing since she had been told that her parents were dead. Even as she smiled, she couldn't help but wonder if it was normal to feel this happy so soon after Stefan leaving and going through the mess with Katherine.

"You okay?" Damon breathed in her ear.

Elena jumped as his arms wrapped around her waist and his head rested on her shoulder. His eyes met hers in the mirror. "Just thinking."

"About?"

"Should I be feeling happy right now?"

His eyes narrowed in confusion. "I'm not following."

"Katherine just tried to kill us and Stefan left. I should be in pieces right now, and yet, I'm smiling."

Damon pressed a kiss onto the curve of her neck and tightened his hold. "That's because I rocked your world."

Elena's smile widened and she shook her head. "You're incorrigible."

He smirked and pressed his cheek against hers. "On a more serious note, your mixed emotions are due to your exhaustion. You're still living off of the adrenaline; it did all happen rather fast. Soon enough, you'll feel the backlash of what happened." He stopped and kissed her cheek. "And I'll be here to help you through it," he vowed.

Elena turned in his arms and put hers around his neck. "You better be," she said and stood on her toes to kiss him playfully. As she pulled back her eyes went wide. "Weren't you making something for me to eat?"

He shrugged, "Trust me, it wasn't worth eating."

"But the stove is still on," she pointed out.

He sighed and stepped back from her. "You clean up here, I'll take care of the kitchen." Elena smiled after him and turned to look in the mirror again. Her smile widened as she realized that everything was going to be okay. With Damon at her side, Elena knew that she could face any curveball that life had to throw at her.