Another one-shot for you guys. And *gasp* there is smut! please don't be hard on me with the smut part, I'm kinda (very) new to it but constructive critisism is always welcomed :D !

Next up: King Damon Salvatore of England has found everything he's ever wanted in his new wife Elena Gilbert (set around the 17th/18th century, exact date doesn't really matter for this one) (Plus, I figured since this is a one shot, I didn't have to pay a lot of attention to historic accuracy. hope nobody minds though)

Disc; I don't own anything. Only the story is mine!

Just as he had been doing every morning for the past six months, King Damon Salvatore of England woke up with a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked down at the woman who he fully credited for shaping him into the man, and ruler, he was today: his adoring wife.

Her back was pressed tightly against his chest, their legs and arms entwining them in a lover's embrace.

He kept staring at the mesmerizing beauty he had been sharing his bed and body with for the past six months as he recounted the previous night in his head, still surprising himself every day he realizes that this tiny slip of a girl, barely two decades old, was more than enough to satisfy his needs as a man and a husband.

As a prince he was known amongst his people as the perpetual bachelor, never lacking common women and courtesans to warm his bed at night.

The moment he had met her, though, he had found that the urge to be with several women had disappeared, and all he could think about was the blue-blooded young maiden that had captured his attention with a single smile. Even now, 184 days after they both had said 'I do', the urge to be with anybody else but his wife just isn't there, as it never has been since he's met her.

His grin widened when she stirred, her long lashes fluttering innocently against her flawless skin.

She turned her head toward him slightly, and once again Damon found himself transfixed by her very presence.

''Good morning,'' she rasped, and he bent his head down to kiss her properly, pressing his lips against hers like a thirsty man in the dessert devouring his first drop of water. ''Good morning, my love,'' he rasped back in his morning voice.

He smirked when she blushed at him. Hmm, that was never going to get old.

She turned her body towards him until she was facing him, and his arms immediately took solace around her slender hips.

Their naked bodies pressed against each other intimately as she took initiative and kissed him with fervor, and he happily obliged, pushing her on her back and settling between her legs.

Their kisses turned more heated, their hands roving and their breaths were labored. Damon could never seem to get enough of this woman, which was why his hands never stayed still in one place, while his mouth sometimes strayed down to her neck, cleavage, jaw and earlobes and he didn't dare part from her until they were both desperate for air.

They were both panting heavily when their lips parted, albeit reluctantly. Damon rested his forearms next to her head and just stared at her, leaning into the hand she put on his cheek.

''I do not want you to leave me,'' Elena pouted, making her husband chuckle.

He nipped at the thumb that was skimming his lower lip, and sucked her thumb in his mouth, delighted at the gasp he pulled from her. ''I do not want to part from you either, darling, but I cannot discontinue my duties as a king.''

''What about your duties as a husband and a father?'' she asked with that same defiance and stubbornness in her eyes that he loved so much.

Damon grinned at her, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her neck, her chest, until he rested at her stomach and started nipping, licking and sucking, drawing satisfied moans and sighs from his wife.

''I am sure the little man shall not mind if I left for a few sundown's,'' he commented cheekily as he pressed kisses along her still flat stomach.

Elena giggled when Damon dipped his tongue briefly in her navel, before crawling back up to his wife's eye-level, staring down at her adoringly.

''I cannot detain you from disappointment if I gave birth to a princess instead of a prince,'' Elena said dryly with a raised brow.

If it had been anyone else, Damon would have already threatened with having them face the noose for talking to him so brazenly, but this was Elena: his wife, his love, the only one he actually respected for speaking to him so openly. Elena had never feared him, and that was one of the main reason why he had decided to marry her over all her sisters. She was a lady, the most beautiful one he had ever met, at that, but there was something about a wife who could play poker with you, talk to you about politics and could keep up with you in the bedroom that was utterly alluring. It was unfortunate that society expected of him to treat her like property, which she was, by law, but he had never treated her as such in the privacy of their own home. And he was planning on learning his son – hopefully – the same thing.

''Us Salvatore men have boys, my love, it has been so for generations.''

''But I am its mother, aren't I? And how many times have you outspokenly admonished me for being stubborn?'' she quipped with an amused grin, to which Damon started laughing loudly at her, throwing his head back against the pillows.

''I love you,'' he whispered to her with the same grin he had been wearing from the moment he had woken up next to her.

''I love you, too, husband.'' A simple secret smile from her was more than enough to transport him back in time.

**DE**

''How many daughters does this man have again?'' Prince Damon asked shocked. They were about to head to the luxury home of an English politician and Giuseppe's friend, John Gilbert. It was time for Damon Salvatore, future king of England, to finally marry, as he was about to step in for his sick father, and even though he didn't want to marry a spoiled politician's daughter, he decided to for once listen to what his father had to say. He had to step up for his country, and if that meant having a queen by his side, then so be it. That didn't mean Damon was forced to stray from his original lifestyle.

''Five,'' his friend and right hand man Alaric Saltzman answered. ''The eldest is Jenna, then follow the Misses Meredith, Caroline, Elena and Katherine.''

Damon nodded with raised brows and a grin on his face. Maybe there is something to gain from this after all.

Once Damon and his entourage had come up to the grand mansion, Damon found himself beginning to get curious about these Gilbert ladies.

''Princes Salvatore! Your majesty,'' John Gilbert announced with his wife Miranda as they saw the two princes, the royal couple and their entourage in the entrance of the house.

Once the pleasantries had past, thankfully very quickly, they were all seated in the grand drawing room of the house. Damon had found that John Gilbert was a suck-up, and his wife Miranda was meek and weak-willed. Which was not a very good start for his daughters, that was for sure.

How disappointed must he be that his wife had given him five daughters, and not one single son? Poor man.

''Jenna, Meredith, girls, come down for a moment!'' Miranda called quickly, and not two seconds two pretty girls skipped down the stairs and curtseyed in front of them.

Damon scrutinized them carefully, taking in how the redhead's eyes had immediately switched to Alaric, and he had to hold in a smirk. She was pretty, but he had an inkling, by the way his friend's eyes hadn't left hers either yet, that it would be best if he kept looking.

The second girl, a brunette with olive skin and sharp features, held his interest a little longer.

He stepped forward and took both their hands, enjoying the way they both started blushing furiously the moment they had their first skin to skin contact with the future king.

''Pleasure,'' he drawled to them, and in the corner of his eyes he could see his little brother Stefan purse his lips in amusement, trying not to roll his eyes in exasperation. He always did that.

''Where are your sisters?'' John barked.

Jenna curtseyed again before speaking, her gaze flickering to Alaric from time to time. ''Katherine has been to the market with..ehh…a gentleman, and Caroline and Elena are outside with the horses.''

Damon smirked over this Katherine girl, not really paying attention to the other names. Even though he had to admit the last name felt the best on his tongue, though. It sounded the most foreign, the most alluring.

John sighed exasperated, wondering how his third daughter hadn't earned herself a reputation yet with this behavior.

''Let us go outside, then.''

Once outside, Damon could hear giggles coming from the stables, and before he could even contemplate where the sound came from, a soft body collided with his.

''Oh, dear god! Elena watch out!'' Miranda called out in shock.

Damon instinctively reached out his arms to steady her, his breath caught in his throat when he saw the girl, a beauty with a lithe body, gorgeous eyes and luscious lips to match. By far the best looking sister, he thought to himself.

But that wasn't even all he thought, or all he felt. Her skin again his made him feel hot all over, but he didn't dare let go.

''I apologize, your majesty. My sense of self-preservation is blinding sometimes,'' she quipped, looking back at a wild Caroline chasing her with a brush.

To everybody's surprise, Damon laughed loudly at her and let her go. ''It is quite alright Ms…''

''Elena.''

He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles through his smirk. ''Pleasure.''

Their eyes locked, and that had been all it took.

**DE**

Damon was pacing the floor anxiously, his sweaty palms sticking against his expensive silk trousers.

''Brother!''

Damon looked up, his eyes frantic and panicking.

''How is she?'' Stefan asked, still breathless from his journey.

Damon's shoulders slumped slightly. ''I do not know, brother. She has been in there for hours, and all I can hear are screams of agony, and all I want to do is run in and hold her…''

He looked up to his brother, who was smiling at him.

Stefan put a hand on his shoulder. ''Elena is a strong woman, Damon. She shall make it.''

Damon nodded to himself, trying to convince himself of Stefan's words. ''I know.''

''I shall take my leave, now. We are all waiting anxiously in the other room for news.''

Damon nodded, gulping nervously as Stefan left and another woman made his way to him.

''It is done, your majesty. Her majesty the queen is waiting for you.''

''She made it?'' he asked with wide relieved as he followed the woman into the room.

The woman only nodded, and Damon rushed over to his wife, who was laying on the floor, completely drained of energy and slicked with sweat.

That did not bother him in the slightest, though. Even though his wife was always beautiful to him, no matter what state she was in, all he could focus on was the beautiful little boy resting in her arms, looking up at him in wonder.

''I told you it would be a boy,'' he rasped, the overwhelming emotions pulling him to his knees. He wrapped his arms around both of them, trying to hide the tear escaping his eye as his son wrapped a wrinkly and chubby hand around his father's pointer finger.

''He's beautiful, isn't he?'' Elena whispered, her lack of energy clear in her voice and lack of movement.

Damon nodded, overcome with emotion as he looked into the big blue eyes of his son. It didn't even matter to him that he was looking at the future king of his country. No, he was staring at his son, his own flesh and blood…his and Elena's beautiful creation.

**DE**

''Wait, Elena!'' a handsome blue-eyed brunette called to the air, running in the middle of the woods.

''You promised you would always chase me, Damon! So, chase me!'' a melodic female's voice called from somewhere before him.

Instead of it annoying him however, a massive grin appeared on his face when he saw a girl fisting her skirt and running as fast as his feet could carry her. He picked up his pace, and happiness flooded his features athe moment he caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist and twirling her around.

He relished in her giggles, eventually putting her down on the ground and turning her around to face him.

''Why must you always run from me?'' he whispered to her in awe, pushing himself even closer to her.

Elena smiled seductively at him. ''Because I know that you will chase.''

Damon grinned, and unceremoniously dropped onto one knee.

Elena squealed in surprise, her eyes wide. ''Damon! Get up this instant! What are you doing!'' she asked in a high-pitched voice full of panic.

Damon chuckled at her. ''Elena, we both know it would happen sooner or later.''

''Yes, well, no, yes, but…''

''Hush, love, you are ruining a perfectly romantic moment,'' he admonished playfully.

Elena rolled her eyes, settling her hands on her hips. ''When have you been even slightly romantic, Damon?''

Damon smirked at her, softly grasping her hand. He chose to ignore her remark, and stared her in the eyes without looking away even a millisecond. ''You know I love you, right? You know I would give up my kingdom for you if you asked me. I would give up my throne and all the riches I possess to be with you forever. These past few months have been the most amazing of my entire life, and I could not imagine to spend my eternity without you, my love. I beg of you, be my wife, be my queen. I promise you I shall treat you as you deserve to be treated for the time be both shall life. From the moment we have met for the first time, you have beguiled me. You are the only woman worthy of getting me on my knees,'' this tore a giggle from her, and he looked at her with hopeful puppy-dog eyes, ''so, will you accept?''

''Of course I will,'' was all she had to say before he beamed at her, scooped her up, and didn't dare let go.

**DE**

''Henry's asleep,'' Damon murmured as he places kisses all over his wife's neck and what was exposed of her shoulders.

Elena's head lolled to the side, her concentration slowly slipped while she felt her husband's hands roaming over her fuller curves, and not so flat stomach lovingly. ''I have noticed,'' she mumbled distractedly, earning her a throaty chuckle.

Before any of them could say anything else however, they profited from their first silent, uniterrupted night in weeks as Damon slowly, sensually so, untangled her corset strings.

Settle down with me
Cover me up
Cuddle me in
Lie down with me
And hold me in your arms

His teeth dragged her shoulder straps down, until the dress slid down on its own. The corset followed, leaving his wife only in a silk slip.

He turned her around, the heat and tension in the room still thick in the air, even if this had become something familiar to them. Something comfortable, and still as much fun and as pleasurable as it has been in the beginning.

And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed in my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet
And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now

He watched in adoration as her thin and small hands unbuttoned his blouse slowly and thoughtfully. She slid the garment of his shoulders, her hands skimming over his arms and shoulders, goosebumps appearing on the places her hands touched on their own accord.

The heat was building up with each discarded piece of clothing, and soon they were naked in front of each other, staring at the bodies they've both had the pleasure of touching for the past year and a half.

At some point in the evening, the heat became too much to bare. Damon strode over to her and tightly enfolded her in his arms. ''I love you,'' he whispered to her before crushing his lips against her, starting a heated and rough battle of their tongues inside their mouths.

As If on automatic pilot, Elena jumped a little, and Damon took the hint and hooked both arms under her thighs, hoisting her up against him.

He tickled her thighs as they wrapped themselves around his waist, drawing a giggle from her, which he swallowed eagerly with his mouth.

His lips descended to her neck, kissing, sucking and nibbling, eventually lowering himself to her breasts and taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking eagerly.

He reveled in the pleasurable moan he drew from her. her body was writhing against him, taking as much pleasure as she decided to give as she wrapped her dainty hand around his shaft. She squeezed a few times, pumping up and down and leaving him breathless.

He looked up at her smirking face, sucking faster on the other nipple while squeezing and playing with her other breast. He growled when she started rolling her hips against his throbbing arousal.

The moment they laid on the bed with him between her legs, and when he looked down at the beauty with her wavy hair splayed across his pillow, her lips swollen and her eyes dark with lust, he knew he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

He shivered as her hands ran up and down his back in a soothing manner, trying not to get to distracted as his fingers danced over her body, enjoying every sigh, moan and squeal he drew from her.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love

Once his finger disappeared in her tight heat, he had to hold in from coming so quickly by the tightness surrounding his finger. How, after all this time, she still managed to be this tight was an amazing mystery to him. A mystery he didn't need to solve if it kept bringing him so much pleasure as it always had.

''Please,'' she moaned breathlessly, her hands holding onto his strong biceps for support. As he added another finger into her, Elena felt as if she were spiraling out of control with the pleasure rushing through her. She was moaning and babbling nonsense, a deep tingling in her belly signaling she was close as he kept moving his finger in and out of her heat. Eventually she started riding his fingers, unable to keep her body from reacting to his skillful touch. Mixed with the movement of his fingers were the never ending openmouthed kisses her husband bestowed upon her body, driving her mindless with pleasure.

''Please, Damon, I…ahh…'' she couldn't hold out any longer. ''I want you inside of me!'' she rasped. And she meant it. The feeling of him inside her, moving with the grace and precision of someone who knew what he was doing has always been his favorite way of bringing her pleasure. She wanted to feel him again and again, and at the moment that was all she could focus on.

Settle down with me
And I'll be your safety
You'll be my lady
I was made to keep your body warm
But I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms

Damon complied easily after that, lining himself up and sliding into her in one swift motion. The second he was sheathed inside her, both let out harsh moans and groans of pleasure, pleasure wracking through thim in intense amounts.

Damon started moving, establishing a steady pace fairly quickly. With every thrust their pleasure built, and they never stopped touching each other, hands roaming, nails scratching and tongues trailing.

Eventually Elena decided to flip them over, smiling down at him seductively, and his hands immediately went to her breasts and he squeezed, earning another pleasure-filled mewl from her.

She began riding him in earnest, setting a brisk pace, moving up and down on his length, switching it up by sometimes circling her hips or just plain slamming down on him, both of them in the meantime too focused on the pleasure they were both giving and receiving to think of much else.

Damon could not take his eyes off of the goddess on top of him, her movements experienced and precise, and pride swelled inside him at the thought of him being the only one knowing what it would feel like to be loved by her, to be bed by her… she was incredible.

It wasn't long until both of them reached their climaxes, both shuttering with pleasure as Elena collapsed on top of her husband and lover, their sweat slicked bodies resting against each other as his fingers danced up and down her spine and in her hair, and she was drawing patters on his chest, both panting heavily in exertion.

Oh no
My heart's against your chest, your lips pressed in my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet
And with this feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now

Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love

''You never cease to amaze me, my love,'' he whispered adoringly to the empty room, knowing she would hear him.

''You did not possibly think that was all?'' she asked mischievously as she reached up and nibbled his ear.

Yeah I've been feeling everything
From hate to love
From love to lust
From lust to truth
I guess that's how I know you
So I hold you close to help you give it up

Damon grinned salaciously, already reaching over to drape her leg over his when they heard a shrill cry coming from the room attached to theirs.

Elena sighed, pecking her husband's lips before slipping on her silk robe and walking to their infants room.

Damon sighed contently and flopped back into his bed, hearing his wife's soft and melodic voice as she sung their baby boy to sleep.

Yes, his life as the king of England was exceptionally hard, but when he came home from work, and he saw those two, he knew he had everything he had ever wanted and more.

So kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love

He slipped on some silk undergarments when Elena came in with a sleeping Henry.

''He seemed distressed, I did not want to leave him,'' she whispered by way of explanation.

Damon nodded, shifting a little to the left to make way for the two most important people in his life.

He watched, completely in love, as his wife settled his son in between them, and slowly climbed in after, trying not to move around too much and jostle him.

Eventually he wrapped his arm around both of them, extremely content with everything. In the night he would hardly sleep, watching them like hawk, ever the protective father. His eyes never left them. Maybe in the morning he would regret only sleeping for a few hours so he was sure they were okay, but he knew he would never give up the way he was feeling right now for any extra hours of rest in the world.

There you have it! These one-shots as part of Give Me Love are really completely random, having a chapter about rockstars to vampires to 17th century English royalty, but this is really just an outlet for my crazy mind so I don't end up with 25 unfinished stories, considering I lose interest in most storylines I come up with fairly quickly.

I hope the massive diffences won't give you any kind of wiplash and you enjoyed it! Read, Review, Follow, Favorite, whatever floats your boat is fine by me!

Love,

Layla

P.s. in case nobody recognized the song I used as inspiration (which I highly doubt) It's Ed Sheeran - Kiss Me. Something tells me thanks to a particular scene us Delena fans have been begging for, for four seasons EVERYBODY in this fandom knows that song. Okay, I'll stop babbling now before I'll never stop...