Elena knew what Damon was doing as soon as he set down his glass. She sat there, waiting, as he gently took her glass as well. Damon stood and stretched his palm toward her. She slowly raised her hand from her lap and placed her hand in his. He pulled her lightly to her feet and, hand in hand, they walked slowly to the open space in front of the fireplace. Both their heart rates steadily sped up as they pressed together and began to dance. Damon was painfully aware of the length of Elena's body pressed against his. Elena rested her head on Damon's chest and listened as his heart raced and his breathing became shallower. They danced, content in each others closeness without feeling any rush or need for anything else. Elena lifted her head from Damon's chest and they continued to move, with their lips almost touching, looking into each others eyes.
Damon spun Elena out and as he pulled her back to him, their lips met. Neither knew who started the kiss, but once it began, both felt the need they had had for it. The soft comfort from earlier vanished and their hunger for each other pushed their actions to become more frenzied.
Bed, Damon thought. He wanted nothing more than to take her here and now, but he knew she would be more comfortable in his bedroom and he wanted this night to be something she had no doubts or regrets about. Damon pulled her tighter to his chest and began to move towards the open archway leading to the stairs but Elena pushed him forcefully against the wall and shoved away the closest furniture. Elena felt no emotion, had no thoughts, other than want. Need. She tore his shirt open and forced their mouths together again. Elena took advantage of Damon taking a deep breath to push her tongue into his mouth in a desperate attempt to get closer than would be physically possible. The force Elena used made Damon forget his earlier resolution to get them upstairs and he grabbed her arms and slammed her against wall beside the fireplace. This was right. This was the way it should be. Were Elena human, Damon would be hurting her. But no, she was a vampire now and she was using more force than he was. Damon pinned Elena against the wall and attacked her neck, alternating between sucking hard enough to leave bruises and kissing so softly as if to soothe the skin. Damon grasped Elena's thigh and lifted her leg so that she could wrap it around his waist. Damon sucked and kissed his way along her collar bone and Elena stretched her neck to the side and moaned softly. As Damon continued with his attention to her neck, Elena began to grind against him, desperate for more contact.
Damon recalled his last thought and held her to him tightly as he sped up the stairs and down the hall toward his room. Unfortunately, Elena had no intention of getting all the way to Damon's room. She reached between their bodies and stroked Damon through his jeans, causing him to stumble and fall on top of her in the hallway. With a sly grin, Elena unbuttoned his pants and manage to make him lose focus on his goal once again. Elena took advantage of his distraction to flip them over and straddle his hips. She pinned him and began to lift the hem of her dress up and then let it fall back into place, teasing him. In response, Damon grasped the top and ripped the dress all the way down the front.
"Hey. I liked that dress," Elena pouted.
"I don't know, I think I like this new look," Damon replied, eying the black lace underwear set that was now visible in the gap between the scraps of fabric. Damon chuckled and sat up to suck her pouting lip into his mouth, biting gently. Elena groaned and leaned back, away from Damon's skillful lips. Before Damon could get a better hold on her, Elena had disappeared from his lap. Damon looked around but she had vanished from sight.
"Aren't you coming," Damon heard Elena's voice call tauntingly from his bedroom at the end of the hall.
Oh, I will be, Damon thought as he launched himself down the hall. He stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw her. Elena had gotten onto his bed and was kneeling with her legs spread ever so slightly. She had shed the ruined dress and was only in her undergarments. Her thumbs snuck under the elastic of her panties and she gently tugged at it, being careful to never lower them enough to reveal anything. Damon stepped slowly towards the bed, shedding his clothes as he went. Finally, he moved in a blur and Elena found herself on her back, with Damon on top of her. Elena exhaled unsteadily as Damon began to suck and lick his way down her body, stopping to give special attention to each breast. He deftly unclipped her bra and pulled it away to reveal her heaving chest. Damon took a nipple between his teeth and gently flicked it with his tongue, making Elena gasp. Elena twisted her fingers through his hair, unable to form a coherent thought other than more. Damon released her breast and slid farther down her body, kissing his way along her stomach and pausing only to quickly dip his tongue into her navel. Finally, he reached her mound. He caught the scent of her warmth and knew that his teasing was paying off. He gently eased down her panties, pushing away her hands as she reached down to hurry his movements. Eventually, he slid them all the way off her legs and tossed away the scrap of fabric. Damon pressed Elena's knees to the sides to open her to him. Elena whimpered softly as she felt him breathe onto her exposed flesh, careful to never touch it.
"Damon, please," Elena quivered with the pressure of waiting after being wound up so tightly. Damon gave in to Elena's whimpers to stop the teasing. He bent down and, without any warning, licked all the way from the bottom to the top of her slit.
"Oh god Damon," Elena lay there gasping as Damon continued to suck and lick at her nub, pinning her legs so she had to lay there, immobile while he did what he wanted to do. Damon took a deep breath and inhaled her sweet scent. He loosened his grip on her thighs and suddenly, Elena wasn't on the bed.
"You know, vampire speed could be used in a much more enjoyable way in the bed than to get out of it," Damon spoke to the room as a whole. Damon leaned back onto his elbows, trying to figure out what to say to Elena to get her back in the bed so he could keep touching her. Before he could find the words, she was on top of him, pushing him flat on his back, convincing him to be compliant by kissing him forcefully. Elena's tongue battled with Damon's for control over the kiss and soon they weren't just fighting for control over the kiss. Damon and Elena fought to get on top- to be in control of their movements. But throughout the struggle, their lips never broke from each other. Finally, when Damon had the upper-hand, he broke away from the kiss and reached down to position himself. But then he hesitated.
"Are you sure about this," he breathed. It would kill him to stop now but he didn't want her to hate him because he took her when she wasn't ready.
"Damon, I love you. I'm sure," Elena replied softly, brushing his hair back from his face in a motion so gentle, he barely could feel it.
With that, Damon gently spiraled his hips to slowly push himself through her folds. His urgency was gone. Elena had just told him that she loved him. But she knew he loved her. She remembered every single time he had told her, from early on in their relationship when she just rolled her eyes at his confessions to when he said it and then had to compel her to forget to save her the pain of hurting him with rejection. So now, he had to show her. Damon continued his motion, never speeding up or pushing harder. Elena bent her knees to press them into his hips. Damon tried to keep his weight off of her, but he rested his head on her shoulder, breathing in the complex scent of her skin and occasionally planting a sweet kiss on the nape of her neck. Breathing heavily, they continued like this, never speaking, their quiet groans the only thing that broke the silence. Breathlessly, they reached completion together.
Damon pulled out of Elena and twisted to lie next to her. They laid in each others arms, gasping for air, resting their foreheads together. The only movement they bothered with was the short stretch to share a gentle kiss. They stayed like this, motionless. Neither knew for how long. It could have been hours. It could have been days. It could have been seconds. After staying in his arms, Elena twisted up to straddle his waist.
"You know what my favorite part of being a vampire is," Elena spoke quietly, so as to not ruin the silence. Damon had no response and so he laid silently, waiting for the answer. "Stamina," Elena breathed into his ear while reaching between them to massage him back to life. Damon quickly hardened and Elena raised herself up to lower herself slowly onto him. She began to move, increasing speed ever so slightly. When Damon reached up to caress her, she pinned his arms down above his head and continued her movements, speeding up. Elena ignored his occasional attempts to move, keeping his arms pinned. As she moved faster, Elena began to make noise, starting as low moans and ending up as sharp gasps as she came for a second time.
Only once Elena had finished did she release Damon's hands. Not that he had a problem with what Elena had been doing, but it was time for his fun. Damon pushed her onto her hands and knees and flashed behind her before pulling her onto him. Elena released a short yelp of surprise before she got herself steadied. The care and softness from before was gone, this was Damon claiming her as his- and his alone. Damon continued to pound her and Elena began to force herself back in time to his thrusts. Damon leaned forward to growl into her ear.
"You smell so... delicious," as he spoke, the veins spread beneath his eyes and his eyes filled with bloodlust.
"Do it. Oh god, please do it," Elena moaned and without any further hesitation, he bit down into her shoulder and drank. Without asking, Damon reached his arm around and offered Elena his wrist. As soon as her teeth sank into his arm, they both came. Damon took one last pull at her shoulder before collapsing next to her.
Finally, they both fell onto the bed, worn out. Elena sighed contentedly as her bloodlust faded and the veins disappeared from her face. Damon settled in behind her, holding her close. Damon licked her freshly healed shoulder clean and softly kissed the spot where he had bitten her. Elena only heard one sentence before being sucked into slumber.
I love you.