A/N- So how many of you out there still read Delena fiction? This site seems a little quiet considering there's almost a 100% chance that we get a Delena reunion next season. Anyway, this mini fic (I'm estimating about 5 or 6 more chapters) is a kind of sequel to 'Delivery Room' so if you haven't read that yet, it's not essential but if you fancy a little light reading, go check it out and review ;)

Enjoy x

The Embargo

"Damonnnnn!" Elena whines, using her best pout to no avail. He's not budging and this sex embargo is killing her. The candles are lit, the music is playing softly, Caroline is watching Ariella - she's even run him a freaking bath - but he just seems mildly amused.

"No Elena."

She huffs out of the room, stomping downstairs.

"Where are you going?" He calls out, his amused tone now really pissing her off.

"Wine." She answers in one word and she can just picture him breaking into that signature smirk of his that she finds so sexy and irresist… god damnit! She has to stop thinking about sex.

And then it comes to her. Alcohol! What she needs to do is get Damon good and drunk. Like really drunk. And then she can just take advantage and have her wicked way. She breaks into a grin. Why the hell hadn't she thought of this earlier?!

"You're smirking and I do believe that's my move." Damon eyes her from the doorway.

"I'm going to drink your best wine." She shrugs nonchalantly. "One of those ones you've been aging since….oh I don't know...the 50's."

"Are you now?" He cocks an eyebrow.

Elena nods. "Uh huh. And you know what?"

"What?"

"I'm probably not even going to appreciate it. I'm going to gulp it down without letting it breathe. I might not even use the correct glass for a malbec."

Damon puts his hand over his chest, feining offence. "But you'll share right?"

"Oh I don't think so. I think I'll finish it in," she glances at the clock "approximately twenty minutes, before telling my ass of a husband that it tastes just the same as a $6 bottle from Walmart."

She stomps off toward the cellar and Damon calls after her, "At least he's a hot piece of ass!"

X

When Damon had told Elena in the delivery room two months ago that they would have no sex (ever - he'd added) to avoid a repeat of their birth experience, she'd assumed he was being crazy. Because honestly, this was Damon, and sex was his thing. When they weren't at work or sleeping, they literally did it all the time. Did: past tense. Since she'd given birth to their daughter, they hadn't had sex once. Not even with protection because - and she rolls her eyes while remembering his exact wording - his sperm 'is likely to be too strong for something as flimsy as a latex barrier'. And to avoid any loss of self-control he refuses to touch her or let her touch him. Even their kisses are PG-13 and she simply can't take it any more.

Elena drains the last of the wine from her glass and closes her eyes against the hazy drunk feeling with a soft moan. Damon has watched her - again with that damn amused expression - the whole time and not only has it made her incredibly….aware… of him, it's also made planning her next move difficult to concentrate on. But she has it - her next move, that is.

All she needs is Caroline to agree to babysit (which shouldn't be a problem really), a tight dress to show off her baby-enhanced breasts and a table somewhere in town that serves decent food. And wine. Oh, and she'll need to book a cab. And buy some more perfume because she ran out earlier today. Perhaps she should get some dark silk sheets to remind him of their (okay, her) high school days. And make sure there's bodywash in the shower.

"You're smirking again." Damon drawls, a glass of bourbon dangling from his fingertips.

Oh, she'll need to remember to put a few bottles of water in the refrigerator to prevent the hangover if they're going to drink wine. She's been forgetting that a lot lately. Maybe she should write it down, she thinks. Her brain isn't what is used to be; she'd always thought that the whole baby-brain thing was a myth. Turns out it's undeniably true.

"And now you're frowning."

Remotely, her brain registers Damon's voice. "Huh?"

"You're scheming." He semises. Accurately.

"Am not."

"Are too."

She sighs and sits the empty glass down. "I'm going to bed. I'd ask if you're coming but I don't care."

He chuckles, low in his throat. "I love you Elena."

She narrows her eyes. "Uh huh."

Of course, he follows her upstairs and of course, when he climbs in beside her he's wearing pajama pants. Damon pulls Elena toward him, wrapping his arms around her. Dropping a soft kiss into her hair that smells like vanilla and cherries, he reaches out to turn the lamp off and closes his eyes.

Elena's eyes are not closed. If she's honest, the room is spinning a little (okay, a lot) and drinking the wine so fast has made her feel a little sick. But the main reason her eyes are not closed is because she's excited. Now, she has a plan to seduce Damon. A plan that's going to work. And, she concludes silently, she'll begin proceedings tomorrow.

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