Chapter 3

Sorry this took so long! I was on such a roll, and then it was like I had to drag the words out of me, one by one. This chapter is the reason for the M rating. The type of writing I've never done before. I think that's why it took me so long to complete. Let me know if I succeeded!

Damon growled with frustration. "I give. Please touch me. I'm begging you."

With a cry of joy, Elena threw her arms around his neck and hugged him to her.

Still frustrated, he growled, "I promise to throw you on this couch and make love to you until neither one of us can walk straight…as soon as you release me."

Elena leaned back, a puzzled look on her face.

Damon tried to push down a rising panic. "Elena, I can't move my legs."

While still holding his shoulders, Elena stepped away an inch but even that distance seemed too far. "If you're paralyzed, why aren't you falling down?"

"I don't feel paralyzed." He wiggled his toes. "But I can't move from where I'm standing."

Now Elena did let go of him, putting both her hands to mouth as her eyes went wide. "Damon," she whispered. "I ordered you to stand still."

No, it was impossible. The sire bond didn't work like that. It sure as Hell didn't work like that with Charlotte. But why did he ask her to release him? "There's got to be some other explanation."

Elena lowered her hands from her face but her eyes were still wide. "Damon," she said slowly. "I want you to do a pirouette for me."

"Seriously? That's what you test me with? There's no bloody—" Damon felt himself rise onto his tiptoes as his arms stretched gracefully outward. "No fucking way!" He spun on one leg and ended with a half bow.

Elena made a small noise like a hysterical laugh/cry all in one. She sat heavily on the couch. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that."

Now able to move, Damon sat next to her and put his arm around her and tried to lighten the mood. "Wow, vampires sure wouldn't go around making new vampire babies if they knew this could happen." He felt her tense.

"You're sorry this happened? What am I saying? Of course you're sorry this happened."

"Hey, I'm still processing what happened. As far as we know, a two-way sire-progeny bond has never happened in the history of vampirism." His voice gentled. "But there has also never been a Damon and Elena in the history of vampirism. I think it was the love…" He hesitated, but with each moment his confidence grew. He was bonded to Elena and his feelings for her were as they'd always been – he loved her, with every ounce in his being. And knowing his own feelings hadn't changed by the sire bond made him sure of hers. "The love we had for each other before you turned – that's what created this bond. And how can anything created out of love be wrong?

Elena's mouth hung open as she stared at Damon. "That sire bond is poetic. But what if I make you do pirouettes at The Grill?"

"You won't."

"How do you know?"

"Because I trust you. And because you love me."

Tears sprung to Elena's eyes. "Now you think it can work? This just makes things doubly complicated."

"No, it makes us equals."

Elena bit her lip. "What if I screw up?"

"Then I'll use my own powers of sire bond to order you to reverse it, or do a really hot literal interpretation of your wording like you did when you couldn't touch me. We'll be like lawyers – lawyers who have sex."

Elena blinked away the last of her tears and a spark ignited there. Oh, he was in trouble now. "Mr. Salvatore, I request that you finish removing your shirt."

Damon grinned and started pulling his shirt out of his jeans. Slowly, he undid the few remaining buttons, eager to respond to her order but at the same time testing how long he could fight it. He leisurely slid the shirt down his arms and tossed it on the back of the couch.

Elena stared at his chest. But she wasn't going to get away with this.

"Miss Gilbert, I believe it's time for you to remove your shirt…and your pants."

Elena's eyes went wide. Shit, he'd taken it too far. But then she gave a sly smile and crossed her arms in front of her to grip the bottom of her sweater. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she slid it up, revealing her taunt stomach and a pale pink bra before pulling the sweater over her head. Oh my God! With a grin she carefully folded the sweater and lay it on the arm of the couch, gently smoothing the wrinkles out of the sweater while he waited impatiently.

She stood up from the couch and undid the button on her jeans. Next was her zipper, drawn down so slowly he could hear the release of each zipper tooth individually. He caught a peek of matching pink panties. The color may have been innocent but Elena wasn't – not anymore.

Elena hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and slid them down; swaying her hips from side to side as she shimmied out of them, inch by gorgeous inch. Damon felt his mouth go dry as she stepped out of the jeans and stood before him. Then she bent over and dragged her nails up his thighs. He groaned at her teasing touch. "Those look uncomfortably tight," she said in a husky voice. "You need to get out of them."

Damon leapt off the couch. Game time was over. He yanked his jeans off at vampire speed and even though she hadn't said anything about the underwear, those were gone too.

Elena's eyes roamed over him and her hungry look was something he hadn't seen in all his years as a vampire, sire bond or not.

"Kiss me," he whispered.

"Make love to me," she returned.

They reached for each other, neither one able or wanting to deny the other's request. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer for a scorching kiss. He ran his hands down her bare back and lifted her against him. She wrapped her long legs around him as their cores pressed closer, separated only by a frustrating scrap of pink lace.

They dropped to the couch, his weight slamming into her. But he wasn't worried. His Elena could take it. His lips moved from hers, trailing down her neck, and tracing the top edge of her bra. He brushed his thumb across the silky material and felt her tighten beneath it. She arched towards his hand but he moved to the other breast, and repeated the tantalizing action, to similar results.

"You're teasing me," she gasped.

He continued to touch her lightly. "After what you did to me, you deserve it. And believe me; I'm going to give you everything you deserve."

She sighed and dug her nails into his back.

He didn't know how much of this he was going to be able to take. But he'd try, for her. He obliged for a time, her cries of pleasure more satisfying than 140 years of sexual encounters. As his hand trailed down her ribcage and across her stomach, she stilled, panting, waiting for where it would go next.

Damon traced her belly button before sweeping across her hip and trailing his fingertips down her outer thigh. He trailed his hand up the front of her thigh before sliding down to her knee again. Elena gave a hiss of frustration. His hand crept slowly up her inner thigh, kneading, tickling, but stopping just shy of her apex.

Elena twisted her hips towards his hand but he moved away, continuing to stroke her inner thigh, so close to her heat. "Damon, please!"

"Please what?"

Elena's eyes were in partial vampire mode now. "Please touch me!" she growled.

"I am touching you," he whispered, brushing his fingers against the lacy material to prove his point.

"Damon!" she growled again, before flipping them over so she was lying atop him. "And what do you want?" She slid one hand down his chest, and stomach, before veering to one side to trail down his thigh.

Damn, she was a fast learner. But he couldn't take any more teasing. "I want to be joined to you, hearing you cry out to God because the climax is so good it's like a religious experience."

Elena licked her lips. "That's very specific." She slid her panties down to her ankles and kicked them off.

"I don't want to leave room for misinterpretation."

"That's wise, considering our situation." Elena slid her body over his, taking nips at his chest and throat. He could stay this way forever but Elena was having none of it. She sat up, straddling his hips and Damon's body cried out for more contact. She hovered above him, hips swaying, just touching him. He let out a guttural moan and thrust his hips upwards but Elena rose up on her knees with a sly grin before continuing to tease.

"You're killing me here," he groaned.

She smirked at him. "Deal with it."

But Damon was having a hard time dealing with it. 140 years of vampire sex hadn't prepared him for what Elena Gilbert did to him. Whether it was their love, the years of anticipation, or the uber-hot teasing, he was ready to explode. But he wasn't about to give her a timeframe. She was in charge now, and as crazy as this game was making him, they both needed it, to prove to themselves and each other that they still had free will.

But that didn't mean he couldn't convince her the old fashioned way. He slid his fingertips up her legs, across her belly and gently rubbed his palms across her breasts.

Elena's eyes went dark and the smirk left her face. She arched towards him but his touch remained light. Her hips lowered and she squirmed against him as he gasped. It took every ounce of willpower not to grab her hips and thrust into her.

Soon they were both panting from the teasing. Damon tasted blood as he bit back the order his body was screaming for him to give.

Elena's face stilled as she stared at his bloody lip. She bent to kiss the blood away before straightening up and closing her eyes to lick the remainder of his blood off her own lips.

His vision went dark. Holding onto his tattered shreds of self-control, he instead slipped his hand down to find her centre.

Her eyes flew open and he knew she was as close to the edge as he was. With a quivering sigh, she reached for him, and after a few strokes that had him calling out her name, she joined the two of them and his life was complete.

They savoured the connection for a few moments before Elena started to move. Breathing. Gasping. Damon felt her tightening around him and their pace accelerated.

He flipped them at vampire speed and Elena wrapped her long legs around him, urging him on.

"I love you, Damon!" He believed her and it was his undoing. He felt himself shatter into a million pieces, savouring each time she cried out his name as they went over the edge together.

NEW AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sorry if some of that seems choppy, rushed, or full of vague euphemisms. I wrote the original of this chapter over a year ago. I was incredibly proud of myself for going outside my comfort zone and writing an M rated scene that I felt was sexy,without being awkward or crude. One that was in keeping with the tone of well written M rated fan fiction and the romance novels I used to get out of the public library. I normally write T but in this case, the sire bond and the sex were all wrapped up together, and far from being gratuituous, I felt this level of detail was necessary for this particular story. (You'll see why in chapter 4)

But I didn't finish chapter 4 so that was always hanging over my head. Last week, in the throes of writerly inspiration for another story I've been writing, I decided to write the final chapter to this one. I finished it, I posted it, and I was so happy! And also so excited that I could now focus on the other story I'd been writing.

I started getting new readers, but I also became a target of the anonymous morality police. Yup, someone logged themselves off in order to leave a guest review saying the content was MA and I needed to change it. Coward! I wanted to have a dialogue to see what they thought I needed to change but you can't contact Guest so my only recourse was this long winded author's note.

All writing shut down. Inspiration? Gone. I spent days combing through forums trying to determine the difference between M and MA. I read stories that made my eyeballs bleed that are still standing. In the end, I decided better safe than sorry, and I took out a few of the edgier lines and replaced some graphic detail. Most changes made the story flow worse, a few were neutral and one even made it better. I reposted the chapter and deleted the guest review.

Thank God that was over!

But less than 12 hours later Guest came back: You've been reported for MA content. Fuuuuuuuuuck! There had been a part of me that wondered whether Guest was actually a good Samaritan, concerned for the well being of a story they liked and didn't want to be removed. Nope (popping the p like Damon does).

Life kind of shut down at that point as I was unable to focus on anything but this situation. I started checking out other fan fiction archives for a new home for the story. I wondered why my story in particular was targeted. I'd just posted a funny incident in the forums where I'd mentioned I'd written one "lemony" story. I thought lemon just meant sex within a story. Turns out it's the equivalent of "Plot? What plot?" where the entire story consists of gratuitous sex. Had someone who doesn't normally read TVD stories followed my user name over from the forums based on the red flag word? I started reading the thread with suspicion, trying to determine which of the people I was interacting with seemed the most self righteous. Needless to say, that thread is now ruined for me and I don't know if I'll ever post in the forums again. *sigh*

I also started questioning an unposted chapter of my The 100 story as it has a flashback of a torture scene and based on the written FF guidelines, it might be too violent for M. Then it dawned on me that the scene in question had ALREADY APPEARED ON NETWORK TV at 9:00 P.M. So that really drove home how arbitrary these guidelines are.

Whatever. In the end, I slashed and burned this chapter. I have so few stories already, I don't want to put them on different archives. It was hard, and the story has suffered for it. I hope it still strings together well enough for people even though there are a few key components of good sex which I magically skipped.

And I hope this is the end of this shitty, stressful incident.