Breakfast in Bed

Notes: It is in an alternate season three, where Elena and Damon constantly kiss each other and don't feel guilty about it. They also haven't had sex. This story has is mature in theme, don't read if you're not into it. Another warning, this chapter has an erotic biting scene; he's a vampire so bloodplay is kind of Damon's raison d'ĂȘtre (reason for existence). Wrote this awhile ago, but since we've all been talking about blood sharing lately. . .

Disclaimer: Just playing with the toys created by the wonderful people that created The Vampire Diaries.


Elena was up early to work out with Damon. She was enjoying her training sessions with him especially after they began to turn into make out sessions. Elena couldn't get over how much she liked kissing him or Damon touching her in private places. It was fun, but she was holding out any kind of sex with him. The anticipation was killing Damon and she loved making him crave her even more than ever. Waiting for the perfect time was something that Elena took very seriously. Her first time with Stefan was marred by her finding the picture of Katharine shortly after they made love. She didn't want something like that to ruin her first time with Damon.

Elena knew that when she finally did it with Damon it would be incredible. From their intimate time together, she knew that he would be loving, but she knew that it would be more intense and passionate than any of her other lovers.

Elena wore her running shoes, black yoga pants and a blue tank top, that showed off her cleavage quite nicely. On this particular morning, she walked into the boarding house and it was quiet. Most days, Damon was waiting for her in the living room enjoying his first glass of bourbon. He would greet her with a perverted comment or some sort of little quip. Damon would then give her a good morning kiss and would then proceed to vampire slayer training. Today he wasn't there.

"Damon?" Elena yelled through the large house. "Where are you?" Her voice echoed through the halls.

"Upstairs." He called back. "Come to my bedroom."

Elena climbed the stairs. She was expecting to see him naked or another position that would drive her crazy. He was still in bed. The vampire was shirtless and a thin white sheet concealed the rest of his body. She couldn't tell if he had any bottoms on or not. Damon was sitting up around an array of fluffy pillows.

"What are you still doing in bed?" She asked and walked closer to him.

"Thinking." Damon replied.

Elena sat on the side of the bed. "About what?" She inquired.

"Time." He said. " I'm 171 years old today."

She have him a bright smile. "Happy birthday, Damon."

"I don't usually celebrate it, I'm not a little girl about it like Stefan." Damon admitted. "This is the first year that I have someone that genuinely cares about me."

She smiled, knowing that he was talking about her. "I should throw a party for you." Elena said. "You hosted a party for my eighteenth."

"You know, I'm a party guy, but how about I just celebrate it with you." He said. "Your friends are pretty annoying and I don't have any friends of my own.

Elena laughed affectingly at him. "That's not true, you and Alaric are friends."

"I would rather be with you than my bestest drinking buddy." Damon said as he looked into her eyes.

"That would be nice." She said dreamily. "I can cook for you."

"No way. You can't cook, Gilbert." Damon teased and lightly tapped her leg.

She defended her culinary talents. "It's not that terrible."

"I want a good meal for my birthday. I'm ordering in from my favorite Italian restaurant." He said. "We can have good food and privacy."

"Okay, but what does a girl, get a guy for his 171st birthday?" Elena asked. "You get everything you want."

Damon got a wild look in his eyes. "I have an idea, you can give me breakfast in bed."

Elena gave him a quizzical look. "You don't like my cooking and you want me to make breakfast for you?"

He laughed at her naiveté. "Your blood is my breakfast, no cooking is needed for that."

"No, Damon." She said almost pleading. Elena stood up from the bed.

"Why not?" Damon asked. "You fed Stefan your blood when you were with him. I know that."

"I didn't enjoy giving my blood to him." Elena admitted. "It hurt too much."

"My brother is a ripper. My bites have been known to be much more pleasurable when I want them to be." His voice was full of seduction. "I can give girls orgasms with my fangs."

She started mocking him to deflect the fact that she was blushing. "Of course Mr. Eternal Stud would say that about himself."

"You should let me do it. Prove me wrong." Damon said as if it was a dare.

"Not on my neck. I don't want to hear the judgment of Bonnie, Caroline or Alaric." She replied. "I like keeping us, just between us. Bite marks on the neck would be a dead giveaway."

"I'll just bite you somewhere else on a place that no one will see it." He looked up and down her body, evaluating it as Elena stood by his bed. "Inner thigh." Damon said in a whisper.

She gasped. "Damon, are you serious?"

"Dead." He said with a smirk.

Elena wasn't sure if she wanted to let him bite her there. Damon could tell that she was considering it. He had to sweeten the deal.

"If you don't like it, I will give you $5,000 dollars." He offered. "If you enjoy yourself and I have my ways of knowing that, you will make love to me tonight. I've been a good boy, waiting so patiently. "

"You're so evil." Elena said accusingly.

"You're so tempted." Damon teased back.

It took only a second before she gave in. "Okay, just this once and just because it is your birthday."

Damon didn't say anything, but he knew that she would beg him to do this to her again and again.

"Shoes off. Pants off." He instructed. "You can keep your shirt and panties on." Damon knew that he would be seeing all of her later on tonight and wanted to leave a little for his imagination.

He got out of the bed. Damon was wearing black silk pajama bottoms. He couldn't take his eyes off of Elena as her clothes were coming off. Damon's facial expressions were full of amazement and admiration.

Elena was standing there in her tight tank top and panties. It was a lacy hot pink thong. He couldn't take his eyes off any part of her, but he was fixated on her long, tanned legs and what was at the top of them.

"I didn't know that little miss Gilbert wore such sexy undergarments. Does the bra match?" He asked with appreciation and a flirty raise of the eyebrows.

She answered with a hint of flirtation in her voice. "Yes." Elena usually wore a sports bra to work out, but she wanted something that showed off her assets better, this happened after she started kissing Damon.

"Can I see it?" He inquired.

Elena took her top off to show Damon what he wanted. "Do you like?" She asked.

He got an eyeful of her breasts and how absolutely gorgeous they looked in that bra. "Hell yes!" Damon said. He was so hard for her right now; Damon wanted her more than he wanted anything in this world, but it wasn't time for sex, it was time for blood. "Lay on the bed and spread your legs. Relax."

She complied with his request. Damon followed almost crawling towards her, until his face was up close to her panties. He could smell her arousal. Damon began kissing Elena's left thigh, licking and caressing like any lover would. He could feel the humidity coming off of her panties. He desperately wanted to touch her pussy, but he wanted to pleasure her with only the erotic power of his bite.

Damon's face transformed into his vampire state. His fangs penetrated the baby soft skin of her leg. Elena winced as the fang's pierced her body. At first it pinched her, but then the pain turned into bliss. Damon began to drink, sucking on her with equal parts gentility and force. The taste of her blood was better than he had imagined it would be. Damon could feel all the blood in her body rush down to the exact points where is fangs penetrated her flesh. Damon's entire mouth, lips and fangs were claiming Elena with a sense of entitled possessiveness. She now belonged to him.

As he was sucking her blood, rhythmic jolts of lust traveled through her body as it writhed with pleasure. Elena whimpered a little bit and it was an involuntary release of ecstasy. Her body was tingling from this contact and Elena couldn't believe that this act could make her feel so good. This vampire's kiss sang through her veins like an undiscovered song that she was hearing for the first time in her entire life.

The orgasm she had was an intense explosion of passion. Elena's release was intense as she called out, "oh God Damon," followed by moans of desire and satisfaction. She was grasping for breath as sweet aftershocks kept flowing through her body.

Damon knew that it was time to stop, yet he didn't want to. The vampire fangs retracted back into his gums and he began to lick the wounds clean and kissed the area around them.

"Wow." Elena gasped breathlessly. She knew that she couldn't move if she wanted to, she didn't know if it was from the blood loss or from the orgasm.

He looked up at her. Elena was blushing and covered her face with her hands.

"Don't do that." Damon said as he licked the excess blood off of his lips. "I want to see you. Is there something wrong?"

"No. " She laughed a bit a pure joy. "I can't stop smiling. I can't have you being more arrogant than you already are."

"I'm cocky for a reason, sweetheart." Damon chuckled a little bit. "Well Elena, that was a great meal," he looked down meaningfully at her soaking wet panties, "can I have you for dessert?"