CHAPTER 10

He was good, he was better than good, he was magnificent! She couldn't believe how far he could get inside of her, she thought for sure that her body would just break from under him. They had been making love for hours now and she still hadn't done any of the work. She wondered where his stamina was coming from and how much longer he could keep going. He was showing off now, she chuckled as he paused for breath and tilted his head back. He had her legs over his shoulders and he kissed the inside of her knee as her rested for a moment.

"You don't have to prove anything to me you know." She managed to say in between panting and smiling. Her whole body was covered in sweat from their activities and she was sure that she was going to ache tomorrow. He laughed and laid his head against her knee.

"I'm only just getting started." He smirked and fluttered those long eyelashes at her seductively. She laughed again and grabbed a pillow from behind her, tossing it his way, catching him in the face. He gasped not expecting it and growled playfully, thrusting into her again with more determination. She moaned but raised herself up into a semi-sitting position.

"Not that I'm complaining oh, sex god of Mystic Falls..."

"Only Mystic Falls?" He jested smirking at her again.

"..but I think we need to eat and get out of this room for a few hours before you kill me."

"You're already dead." He winked.

"I'm sure that wouldn't stop you from trying." She giggled and he nodded in submission. He regretfully released her from his embrace and flopped down face first next to her. He would never admit that he was tired, but she could tell that he was trying to impress her and was exhausted. She had never had some many orgasms in one experience and she wondered how he could possibly beat today anyway, but she knew he would inevitably try, so they should feed and get some rest for a while. She stroked his back lovingly and realised that he was snoring ever so quietly. She smiled happily to herself. It had been a perfect day, more perfect that she could have imagined. Her stomach rumbled and she sat up looking for her clothes. They were strewn everywhere around the room, mixed in with all of the furniture he had smashed and scattered. What a mess the room was. She decided to have a shower before tackling any of the tidying up and tiptoed into his bathroom. He had the best power shower on the planet. She had actually sneaked in here a few times when he hadn't been in, to use this glorious shower. Of course she hadn't told Stefan that, that would have seemed weird but she had a soft spot for the cleansing of a power shower.

The whole bathroom smelled of Damon. She used his soap and shampoo, pleased that she would smell of him. God, her human sentimentality was definitely more profound now that she was a vampire. She assumed he would wake to the sound of the water running but he didn't appear so she took her time, washing her long mane, grateful that she wouldn't have to shave her legs anymore and then brushing her teeth with an extra toothbrush she had found in the back of his cabinet. When she felt re-energized she ventured out into the room to find her clothes. Damon was nowhere to be seen. She shrugged, assuming he had gone to get some blood from the cellar and started getting dressed. Damon had obviously been cleaning when she was in the shower as all the smashed furniture was gone and her clothes had been placed neatly on the end of the bed. She smiled to herself, marvelling in his consideration. Things would be wonderful with him, she was sure of it. She had never felt so sure of her decision than she did right now. She was humming happily to herself when she heard raised voices from the foyer. She quickly descended the stairs wondering what the commotion was.

Stefan was home.