I have absolutely no idea where this story came from. I was actually writing a chapter for my other story when suddenly the idea for this one-shot popped into my head. I tried to dismiss it, but after making no further progress in my original story, I decided to just get this one out. I wrote this in a little over an hour and have given it one read through before deciding to post. Also, it is my first attempt at wiritng adult material. Typically my stories just focus on the emotional that comes with a relationship, but since this is a one-shot it's sort of difficult to build up emotional ties.

Hopefully there aren't too many mistakes since I didn't spend much time reviewing and hopefully my smut isn't too terrible. Please enjoy this unexpected surprise. :)

Elena found herself sitting across from the very man she was intended to marry in a mere three weeks. Most women would have swooned over the idea of wedding such an attractive, amicable man, but she was not most women. She was the princess of Estonia and therefore forced into the holy matrimony against her will.

The stunning man in front of her was Stefan Salvatore. He was from their upper class society, which meant her father adored him. He was a perfect gentleman and although he was overly suitable, she wanted more. She wanted passion and this was something he had yet to give her.

They had met only two months prior at her father's yearly ball. She had caught Stefan's attention immediately from across the room and as soon as he had laid his eyes on her, she couldn't help but get caught up. He had romanced her with picnics, strolls through the palace gardens, and lavish dinners. Their romance had been a whirlwind, but it was her first and she had no idea what to expect.

Stefan had waited until their third encounter to kiss her. When he had, she felt all of the traditional butterflies expected when locking lips with a future lover. But since then, it had been the same day in and day out. Nothing more; just innocent pecks on the lips and measly hand-holding. Elena knew this was expected during a royal coupling, but she couldn't ignore the subtle tinges from her gut telling her that she deserved more.

A little over a week ago, Stefan had gotten down on one knee in front of their lavish courtyard fountain and proposed. Although she knew it was not what she wanted, she had said yes. Since then, Stefan had spent nearly every moment discussing details of his future ruling with her father, while she was left to hash out the details with maids and assistants about their upcoming lavish wedding.

Her fiancé' shot her a quick wink before he resumed his focus on her father. "The soldiers have brought a few suggestions to my attention and I have every intention of granting their demands once I become king."

Elena moved her spoon through her soup in an attempt to bring herself some form of entertainment to this dull conversation, but it was having no such effect. She rested her chin on her hand and released a soft sigh in defeat only to be tapped on the shoulder by her mother.

"Sit up straight, dear."

Elena hid her eye roll as she returned to a much more appropriate posture. Her life was perfect in every way – she was engaged to one of the most eligible bachelors in their land, her parents loved her unconditionally, and in a few weeks she would be the Queen of Estonia. Her life was on the fast track and she was moving in the exact direction she had been born and bred for, but she couldn't help feeling constricted.

All of her life she had been confined to the surroundings of the palace walls. Of course she had been out into town, but only for royal public affairs. She couldn't count the number of times she had cut a ribbon or forced a fake smile in front of the masses of viewers only to mask the truth she felt inside. She wanted to get out. She desperately needed to get out.

During these outings, Elena had seen glimpses of normal life. She had viewed from afar couples making out in the shadows, men smoking from pipes, women chugging alcohol and she couldn't control the building desire that she needed to experience these things. She wanted to experience something different; she wanted to experience real life.

After dinner, Stefan had kissed her hand and said goodnight before following her father into the parlor for a few drinks. Elena found herself sitting in front of her vanity desperately holding herself together. She stared at her reflection as harsh breathes escaped her. The corset she was wearing was strangling her so she quickly removed it and threw it onto the bed.

The immediate relief lasted only a second before the lightheaded feeling returned. Her breathes were difficult and she felt like she was hyperventilating. The overwhelming expectations of her life were causing her to experience her first breakdown, so in one impulse decision, she messily threw her hair into a bun, grabbed a shawl from her closet and shimmied her way down the vines just outside of her bedroom terrace.

Once her feet landed on the lush grass below, she glanced to the left and saw the security guards at the main entrance of the palace gate. She bolted to her right and took off for the portion of the gate she knew was out of their line of vision. Once there, she threw the shawl over the tall structure and grasped onto the cold bars. It required all of her pitiful strength to climb over the top, but she had done it.

Once she had reached the top, she paused for a much needed breath before jumping to the dirt road below. The bottom of her dress caught on one of the top rungs causing her to crash into the hard earth below. The wind was immediately knocked out of her, but her adrenaline was pumping enough that it didn't cause too much of an effect. She heaved herself from the ground, picked up her shawl and took cover in a dark alleyway.

Once in the safety of the alleyway, she leaned herself against the cobblestone wall and closed her eyes in satisfaction. She had escaped and although she had every intention of returning home the following morning, the night was hers for the taking.

Elena stole a glance at her dress, only to notice it had been ripped up to her mid-thigh. Her impact with the hard dirt had left her knees in a terrible state. Trickles of blood dripped down her leg, so after some quick thinking, she ripped off the remaining lower fabric of her dress and used it to wipe her legs clean.

Once clean, Elena took a look at her handiwork and let out a groan while considering how angry her mother was going to be when she saw the state of her perfect daughter.

It was considered unclassy to be seen in public without traditional make-up, and Elena had on none. The make-up typically hid the true features of her face, so she had no fear of being recognized. Her dress now came down just slightly far enough to cover the cheeks of her butt and Elena mentally reassured herself this would not be a problem as long as she didn't bend over. She took one last look at her revealing attire, admiring the impeccable length the short dress made her legs appear, before she threw the bloodstained fabric onto the ground and headed into the heart of the city.

Elena walked down previously un-ventured streets and alleyways taking everything in. Her eyes were wide in astonishment as she witnessed normal citizens enjoying the city's nightlife. She viewed women dancing on street corners, men wrestling on the ground and couples experimenting in public intimate charades. As her eyes swept the surrounding scene, she realized this was the life she had been so intensely trying to absorb.

She paused as she passed a window featuring a half naked woman. The woman was dancing seductively and Elena found it difficult to remove her eyes from the beautiful figure. Instead of feeling embarrassed by the display, she felt envious that the woman had the freedom to partake in such a devious act.

Her gaze still lingered on the public entertainment when she felt a man bump into her side. She turned to face him as a waft of alcohol stung her nostrils. The man was swaying back and forth attempting to stay upright, but the huge grin on his face was enough to show her he was harmless.

Elena returned his smile before she asked, "Are you alright?"

His words were slurred as he responded, "Never been better."

She tried to turn and walk away when he grabbed onto her shoulder forcing her to look back in his direction. His eyes started at her feet and moved their way up her body and finally up to her face as he announced, "You're very pretty."

Elena felt her face flush as she pushed a piece of her chestnut hair behind her ear. "Thank you."

The man swayed another time and nearly fell to the ground, but Elena grabbed him before he made contact with the cobblestone. He touched the side of her face with his hand and slurred, "I want to show you something."

She had no idea what the man was intending to show her, but she had one night to experience everything normal life was providing, so she nodded her head obligingly.

The man held onto her for support as he led her into a back alleyway. Elena had no idea where he was intending to take her, but the darkness made her heart accelerate in suspicion. Before she had the time to consider her mistake, the man threw her against the brick wall.

She slammed against the brick as her vision became hazy. The man grabbed her breasts and forced his lips onto hers. He tasted of nothing but alcohol and it took everything Elena had in her to keep from vomiting. She tried to push the man off, but even in his drunken state, he was still too powerful for her. He ran his right hand along the side of her body and moaned into her mouth.

She tried to scream, but the entrance of his tongue into her mouth kept the sound from escaping. Tears streamed down her face as the reality of what was happening engulfed her. She continued to flail unsuccessfully when she felt the man's weight lift from against her.

Elena coughed and spit the man's remaining saliva from her mouth and onto the ground before looking up. The drunken man was lifelessly lying on the stone walkway as another stood over him. She narrowed her eyes as her savior closed the distance between them. He gently touched the side of her face as he asked, "Are you alright?"

Speechless, Elena nodded in confirmation.

The man looked her up and down, but in a much different way that the first. This one wasn't eye-fucking her the same way as the previous, he was simply checking to make sure that she was alright. Once his sight landed on her skinned knees he asked, "Did he do this to you?"

Elena blinked her eyes and found the courage to respond, "No, that was all me. I fell…." She was about to admit that she had gotten the cuts from falling off of the palace gate, when she realized what she was saying. She shook her head and changed the subject.

"I'm sorry. I'm being extremely rude. Thank you so much for helping me."

The man smiled and replied, "It was no problem at all." He then looked at the unconscious man on the ground and smugly stated, "I don't think he'll be forcing himself on anyone else this evening."

Elena showed a weak smile before the man asked, "Where were you headed? I'd be honored to accompany you there."

She narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion and announced, "I think I've experienced my fare share of hospitality for the evening. But thank you for the offer."

To her surprise, he let out a sincere laugh and replied, "Totally understandable. But I would feel safer if you didn't walk on these streets alone. As you have already witnessed, a lot of shit happens around here once the sun goes down."

Elena had to giggle at his joke, but she still wasn't sure if she trusted this man and truth was she had no idea where she was going. The only thing she knew was that she wasn't ready to head back to the palace. "Well, where are you headed?"

The man was surprised by her sudden change of heart. The girl had just nearly been raped and yet she was still down to party? He wasn't sure where this girl had come from, but he was certain he wanted her to stay for a while. "I was just meeting up with a few friends at Michael's Pub." He pointed down the alleyway and continued, "It's just right around the corner. You are welcome to join if you would like, but I'm warning you… my friends tend to get a little rowdy."

Noticing Elena's hesitation, he reassured, "I promise to walk ahead of you at least 20 feet if you feel it necessary."

Elena smiled as she extended her hand in the direction of the pub. "After you."

Once there, the man ordered them both a drink. Elena had no idea what to order, so she simply got a second of whatever he was getting. When he handed over the bottle, she took a sip and found it surprisingly delightful. He smiled at her obvious liking and motioned for her to take a seat at the empty table.

They sat in silence for a moment as Elena took in the man who had saved her from her previous situation. He was gorgeous, but not in the same way as Stefan. While Stefan was the epitome of a clean-cut gentleman, this man screamed danger. Everything about him was dark, excluding his painfully striking blue eyes. His hair was a shaggy dark brown, almost black, and it contrasted perfectly against his bright eyes. He wore a leather jacket over a solid grey t-shirt and dark jeans, which supported his dangerous appeal. He was mysterious, but he was also incredibly beautiful.

The man interrupted her visual intake as he teasingly asked, "Like what you see?"

Elena couldn't help the red as it encompassed her previously white skin. She looked at the table and ran her hand through her hair in embarrassment. She looked up to meet his prying glance and mentioned, "I never got your name."

He held out his hand and said, "I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore."

She shook his hand and replied, "I'm Elena." She searched her thoughts for a reasonable fake last name. "Elena Gilbert."

He took a sip of his drink and shot her a smile that made her knees buckle. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Elena Gilbert. What brings you to this side of town?"

She hesitated before replying, "I just needed to escape life for a few hours."

Damon eyed her suspiciously before accepting her answer. "Well I'm glad I get to be the one who helps you escape." He held up his drink and clinked it against hers before downing another swig.

Blushing once again at the idea of being in the company of a man that obviously shared the same interest she did, Elena imitated his action. "When will your friends be here?"

He looked at his cell phone and responded, "They should be here any minute. But before they do, I'd love to get to know you a bit."

Elena rolled her eyes and stated, "There's not much to know. My life is pretty ordinary. Nothing special." She shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of her drink.

Damon shot her another heart wrenching smile as he pressed, "I seriously doubt that."

Elena felt the heat flush under the skin of her cheeks. This mysterious man had such an unexpected effect on her. Was that the third time he had made her blush in 10 minutes?

"What are you escaping?" Damon questioned.

Elena sighed. She really had no intention of getting into the details of her life in fear she would slip up and regret it later. "Everything."

Damon laughed and asked, "Isn't everybody?"

Elena couldn't help but notice how close his hand was to hers on the table. The static pull begged for her to reach out and touch his perfect skin, but she ignored it. Instead she seductively narrowed her eyes and asked, "Well then, what are you escaping."

He held up his drink and replied, "Everything."

They laughed and it made Elena feel great. This man made her feel comfortable and it was a sensation she could get used to. She wanted to know everything about him, but before she had the chance to ask another question his friends approached the table.

They eyed her suspiciously before Damon made the introductions. Once introductions had been made, his Damon's friends all offered their hands before deciding it best to order drinks of their own.

Elena had no idea how much time had passed, but what she did know was that she was feeling a bit loopy. She could still walk straight, but she was finding it difficult to resist staring at the gorgeous creature next to her. He was laughing with his friends, revealing his perfectly straight teeth and Elena's insides swooned in lust.

Noticing her delicate state, Damon turned to face her and asked, "Feeling alright?"

Her smile was a bit over the top as she answered, "Absolutely!"

Damon laughed and felt himself entranced by the woman. She was beautiful, that was a given, but there was something more about her. He wanted to know her and that was going to be impossible if they remained seated at the same table as his friends.

He tapped his friend's shoulder and shot him the familiar look that signified get lost. The group of guys had been friends for over a decade, so this was nothing new. His friend immediately understood and repositioned themselves around the bar.

Damon then refocused his attention on the amazing girl in front of him. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, but she was still coherent. He wasn't the type of guy to take advantage, but he was smart enough to know when the prime opportunity was to get honest answers.

He pushed a piece of Elena's hair behind her ear and asked, "So what are you really escaping from?"

Elena let out a huff and replied, "My predetermined life."

Now he was getting somewhere. He glanced at her finger for the first time and his insides clenched when he noticed the glamorous ring on her finger. Of course she was engaged. With a slightly irritated tone he commented, "That's a very nice ring."

Elena looked down at her engagement ring and immediately moved her hand under the table. She had no idea why she felt the need to explain, but she did. "It was a mistake, but now I can't take it back. It originally seemed like the right thing to do, but not anymore."

Damon noticed the regret in the girl's eyes and decided to press her for more information. "Then why don't you just call it off? The luxury of living in the 21st century is that you have the freedom to make your own choices."

Elena rolled her eyes and admitted, "I wish! Unfortunately, I don't have that same freedom." Elena waved her arm through the air and noticed it felt entirely too light. She continued the movement for a few seconds longer, before continuing. "Father loves him, so there's no going back now."

Now Damon really wanted to know this girl. What sort of female had her life dictated by her father? She had to be high society, but he had previously dated upper-class girls and knew from experience that even they had the option to make their own choices.

He was about to ask another question when Elena suddenly announced, "There's just no spark and that is so important! How are you supposed to marry someone without a spark?" She them dramatically positioned her lips into a drunken pout.

Damon couldn't help the smile that graced his face at her sudden outburst. This girl was a firecracker and he had every intention of being the one that lit her spark. He nodded his head and agreed while continuing his laughing on the inside. "A spark is definitely important."

Elena moved her face so it rested inches from him and whispered, "Without a spark, there's no passion. You know, I've waited for that earth shattering experience from him, but all he's given me are delicate kisses." She then rested her head on her hand and closed her eyes. After releasing another huff she exasperated, "I'm not a fucking flower and I just want more."

As soon as she had closed her eyes, Elena knew she wanted to fall asleep. She had no idea what time it was, but it was time for her to return to the palace. To be honest, she was astonished the police weren't out looking for her by now. She tilted her head to look at Damon and slurred, "I think it's time for me to head home."

He nodded and replied, "I'll walk you outside. Let me just call a cab first."

Damon called the cab company and gave them the address of the bard. He then walked over to his friends and exchanged a few hushed words before returning to the table. He threw a few bills onto the wood and grabbed Elena's hand leading her through the door. They walked more than a few steps before Damon whirled around and pressed his lips against hers.

Elena was stunned at first over his forward action. Damon knew she had a fiancé and yet he had made a move on her anyway. Instead of making the appropriate action of pushing him away, she found her arms wrapping around him. His kiss intensified as he pushed harder against her lips.

He leaned his body against hers and she felt a burst of desire flow from her core. She wanted this man; she needed this man. The pressure of his body against hers caused her to take a few steps back into the wall. Damon followed never removing his lips from hers. His hands became entangled in her hair as she suddenly felt his stiffness press against her.

Damon moved his lips to the previous unknown sweet spot on her neck as his hands massaged her breasts. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her dress and Elena knew should have felt fully exposed, but it only made her arousal intensify.

Elena felt hot all over and an uncontrolled moan escaped her swollen parted lips. Her lower limbs shook in anticipation of where this was leading and her blood was pumping so fast, it felt as though her heart was going to beat right out of her chest.

Damon rubbed his hand down the side of her body echoing the perfect curves of its structure. The anxiety she felt as he hand lifted under her dress was making her head spin, but she didn't want him to stop.

The hunger in his eyes was appealing as she softly whispered, "Touch me." She had no idea where it had come from, but apparently he was more than willing to oblige. She felt his hand gently touch the delicate layers of skin right above her panty line and her legs parted in response.

She felt his hand slip under the lace and over the softest skin on her body. She drew in a breath as another spastic wave of desire crashed through her. He played with her outer barrier, focusing primarily on her clit, before slipping one finger inside. He moved it slowly up and down making sure to keep contact with every bit of her sensitive walls. She moved her hips responsively as he slipped another finger into her core. She rocked up and down on his finger and parted her lips before another moan escaped.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the hunger building inside of her edged to its climax. She rocked harder to satisfy her increasing desire, finding it hard to compete, and as her muscles tightened around his fingers she cried out. Shattering waves of ecstasy flooded from her core as her knees buckled from underneath of her.

Damon caught her and held on with all of his strength, careful not to let her touch the ground. She rode wave after wave of pleasure until they finally eased. With his fingers still inside of her she felt exhausted and short-winded and for the first time since their actions had started, Elena became fully aware that they were in a very public place. Thankfully, no one had entered or left the bar during their interaction.

To her displeasure, Damon removed his fingers and placed a delicate kiss on her lips before pulling his body from hers. His head cocked to the side signaling the cab had pulled up, but otherwise remained silent.

Elena watched dumb-foundedly as he walked a few steps before turning back around in her direction. He shot her the same heart-melting grin he had earlier in the night and cockily asked, "How was that for earth-shattering?" Before he turned the corner and disappeared into the darkness.

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