Elena laid in Damon's bed, nursing the baby. Damon sat next to them, reading on his iPad, his hand resting gently on her head. The baby coughed and Elena pulled her from her nipple, putting her on her shoulder and patting her back. She used her free hand to pull her top up over her breast and snap it closed.

"Are you almost ready?" Stefan asked from the door.

"I have to get dressed." Elena replied, handing the baby to Damon.

She stepped off the bed and pulled her top off, tossing it into the laundry basket. She went to Damon's dresser, opening the drawer reserved for her clothing and threw several items to the floor.

Stefan watched from the doorway as Damon approached her, the baby hugged protectively to his chest.

"What are you doing?" He said, bending down to pick up the discarded clothing, his 'neat freak' inadvertently showing.

"None of these FIT anymore. I don't understand why my stomach is still so big." Elena found herself getting frustrated more and more easily these days and to add insult to injury, she was still carrying around extra 'baby' weight.

"Wear jeans."

"My regular jean don't fit and refuse to wear maternity clothes, Damon. I'm not pregnant anymore."

"Elena." Damon grabbed her hand and removed it from the drawer. "Cut yourself a break."

Elena felt tears bubbling up in her eyes and getting caught in her eyelashes. She refused to admit it to her lovers, but she felt insecure and self-conscious about her new body. She had essentially gone from the body of a 17 year old stick figure to the body of a voluminous woman.

"Stop." Damon said when he saw the thoughts racing through her head.

She used her hands to cover her face and buried her head in to his chest. He used the hand that wasn't holding the baby to hold her head.

"Stefan." Damon said, looking towards the door. "Why don't you put Lily in her car seat." He handed Stefan the baby.

Damon used both arms to hug her to his chest and swayed them back and forth soothingly, kissing the top of her head and then resting is nose there.

"This is all only temporary." He reminded her. "The no sleeping, the breastfeeding…" He paused. "The body."

"I feel like it's not even MY body anymore." She murmured into his chest, her breath hitching.

"Here." He handed her a dress from the stack of clothing sitting on the dresser. "Wear this. It's pretty and it fits. You wore it a few days ago."

When they returned to the boarding house, the beer Elena had at lunch was coursing through her veins. She playfully pressed Stefan down to the couch and climbed onto his lap. She took his face in her hands and connected their lips.

She ground her hips down on to his and groaned when he pressed back. She could feel his very solid erection through their clothing. She immediately brought her hands to the button of his jeans, seemingly unable to get to his dick fast enough. She popped them open and reached her hand inside. She swallowed Stefan's groan when she found his cock and grasped it in her hand.

Damon could hear Elena's giggles from the kitchen. He stepped over Lily, who was sleeping in her car seat, and into the living room, to see Elena writhing in his brother's lap. When she heard him enter the room, she sat back on her heels and turned to face him.

"Hi."

"Hi." He walked over and kissed her head before sitting next to his brother. "I am guessing this means you got the thumbs up?" He said, leaning over towards her.

"Yup." She leaned out and pecked his lips.

"Have you been drinking?" He said, licking her boozy saliva from his lips. He cupped the back of her head, looking into her eyes.

"A little bit." She used her thumb and index finger to demonstrate her point. "It's good for lactation."

"How did they even serve you? You're underage."

"It was Matt." She smiled down at Stefan and he smiled back.

Damon tried to quell his temper. He sometimes felt like he was babysitting. He looked over at Stefan and rolled his eyes. He had left Elena in his care for quite literally two hours and he couldn't be responsible.

"Don't." Elena interjected, when she saw the exchange between them. She climbed off Stefan's lap, but he reached out to grab her hand. "Stop." She sighed and pulled her hand away. "I want to nap before the baby wakes up."

"I'll nap with you." Stefan rose from the couch and let her to his bedroom, leaving Damon alone in the living room.

Elena hated when they fought over her and she hated it even more when they treated her like a child, talking over her head like she wasn't even there. Their relationship had been strained ever since the baby had been born and she didn't know how to handle it. She had never had as much as a disagreement with either of them.

When they reached his bedroom and Stefan closed the door behind him, it was very clear that napping was the last thing on his mind. He pressed her against the wall, pushing her dress up around her hips and pulling her panties down her legs.

He sucked her lip into his mouth, increasing the intensity of their kiss. He pulled her dress the rest of the way off and unclasped her bra, letting to fall to the floor, her heavy breasts hanging freely. He kissed and nipped the soft skin on her chest.

He reached under her thighs and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed and laying her on the edge. He reached in his pants and pulled out his dick, which was already hard from their time on the couch. He jerked his cock in his hand while he kissed his way up her body. When he reached her mouth, she grabbed his face.

"The doctor said slowly." She reminded him, holding up her index finger. All of the sudden she had sobered up and had anxious nerves bubbling up inside her.

"I know." He leaned down to kiss her.

She grasped a handful of his hair and held his mouth to hers, but she turned her head away when she heard the baby crying.

"She's fine." Stefan kissed up her neck. "Damon has her."

Elena listened as the cries intensified. The baby's wales stimulated her let down and warm milk started to leak from her breasts and on to Stefan. She put both hands on his chest and pressed him back.

"Stop." She mumbled. Stefan stood, letting out a huff of annoyance when he saw his stained shirt. He had been more teenage boy-ish then ever lately. He didn't understand that the baby's needs came first now.

As soon as she had pressed him off her, Damon was in the doorway with Lily, who was now hysterical, over his shoulder. Elena sat on the edge of the bed and reached her arms out for her Daughter. When Damon passed the baby to her, she cradled her head in one hand and squeezed her breast in the other, as she brought her screaming mouth to her chest.

The baby continued to scream and screech, her mouth open so wide that he couldn't find her nipple. "Shhhhhhh" Elena breathed her as she brushed her leaking nipple against her cheek, a trick she had learned in the baby care class she and Damon had attended, she reflexively turned to her nipple and latched on, gulping a big swig of air before her mother's milk started to flow.

Stefan had closed himself in the bathroom. Elena looked at the floor, trying to blink back the tears that were filling her eyes. Damon sat on the bed next to her. He took the throw blanket from the foot of the bed and draped it across her shoulders; he ran his hand soothingly along the length of her back.

Elena tried to concentrate on her hand, which was applying pressure to her breast rhythmically in time with the baby's suckling, but she could stifle her sniffles.

"Hey." Damon used his thumb and index finger to pinch the boogers starting to drip from her nose and wiped them on his pants. "What's wrong? Don't let Stefan's horny hands get to you." She smiled and shook her head.

"It's fine."

"Just overwhelmed?"

She nodded. He was already across the room picking up the clothing Stefan had pealed from her body. He knelt before her and helped her put her feet into her underwear. He pulled them to her thighs and she stood, so he could pull them the rest of the way up. He took the blanket from her shoulders and tossed it back on to Stefan's bed before leading her back to his room.

They didn't see Stefan the next few days. They presumed that he had gone on one of his hunting trips. She and Damon and Lily fell into an easy routine.

Damon gently took the sleeping baby from Elena and put her in the basinet he had pulled up to his side of the bed. He leaned over to kiss her goodnight and was pleasantly surprised when she held his head and pressed her tongue into his mouth, intensifying the kiss. He bit her bottom lip between his teeth and then sucked it into his mouth, like the always did.

He groaned and pulled her body closer to his. He ran his hand over her hip and to her ass, gripping the flesh with his hand, loving the baby weight she was still carrying there. He felt his dick hardening where it was pinned between their bodies and he pulled his head back to look at her.

"Is this okay?"

She nodded and tried to pull their lips back together, but Damon resisted.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." She specified, rolling to her back and pulling him on top of her.

She let her legs part so he could lay between them and rubbed her pelvis to his, moaning when his erection pressed into her.

Damon sucked and nipped his way from her chin, down her throat and to her chest. He left a trail of feather light kisses along the top of her shirt. He decided he was going to have to take her lead when it came to what she wanted and what she did not want as far as her boobs were concerned.

She slid her hands between them and grasped the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Damon kissed down the smooth hallow of her sternum and to the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers in the sides and looked up at her for approval, she nodded, looking down at him with hooded, lust filled eyes.

He tossed her panties to the floor and used his hands to hold her thighs open. He stared for a moment and Elena started to panic, afraid that something had changed since childbirth and he wasn't attracted to her anymore. She looked down over the swell of her stomach and tried to close her legs but he held them open.

"What's wrong?" Damon asked, looking up her body to her doe eyes.

"Nothing."

"Elena." He ran his hand along her thighs. "What's wrong baby? Do you want to stop?"

"No." She moved her hands to rest on her stomach. "I's just… My stomach."

"What about your stomach?" Damon furrowed his brow.

"It's still big." She sucked her lip into her mouth and released it with a huff.

"You think I have a problem with your stomach?" He let out a low chuckle and ran his hands over her stomach and to her hands. He interlaced their fingers. "This stomach that carried my child and the big boobs that I see you trying to hide that feed her?" He let go of her hands and ran his hands from the swell of her breast over her stomach and to her thighs. "I've never seen anything more beautiful… And I missed having this with you." He murmured, running his hands along her legs.

She allowed a smile to dance across her face and dropped her head to the pillow behind her. Damon kissed the tender skin on the inside of her thigh, transitioning to little bites and nibbles when she started to squirm beneath him.

He pressed his whole face into her pussy, his nose putting pressure on her clit, his lips pressing on her vaginal entrance. She grasped the hair on the back of his head and ground her hips down. He used his thumbs to separate her labia and blew a cool breath of air on to her, before he started running his tongue around the skin of her clit.

"Damon." She breathed out, tightening her grip on his hair. He closed his lips around her clit and sucked the flesh into his mouth, using it to create a vacuum. He gave it a few solid pulls before disconnecting his mouth and replacing it with his thumb, working it in circles, while letting his tongue prod around her vaginal entrance.

Elena could already feel her muscles starting to tighten, he was very quickly working her to completion. When he thrust his tongue into her, she surrendered to the sensation of her orgasm, her toes curling and her legs pulling off the bed and into her chest.

She tried to regulate her breathing, as Damon creeped back up her body, pulling his sweatpants down and settling back on top of her. She hadn't noticed until their chests where pressed together, but she had started to leak with the oxytocin rush of her orgasm. She looked up at Damon and cringed, tears filling her eyes, remembering what had happened with Stefan.

"It's okay." He smoothed the hair from her face and pecked her lips, looking in to her glassy eyes. "Don't cry." He said, remembering the book he had read on post childbirth sex. "We can use it."

He used his index finger to collect what had spilled from her right breast and spread it on the head of his penis to use as lubrication. He used his tongue to gently clean her left breast, relishing taste of the sweet liquid.

Elena took his damp cock in her hand and guided the head to her entrance, pressing her hips down so the head slipped inside her. She wiggled her hips when Damon resisted, pulling back out and rubbing the head against her clit.

"Slow down, baby." He whispered down to her, taking her hands and holding them on either side of her head. "It has to be slow or it's going to hurt." She nodded her head and released the breath she had been holding. She knew he was right but it didn't do anything to diminish the throbbing between her legs.

"Can you hold your legs up?" He asked, pressing her knees to her chest and letting her take them in her hands, leaving her in the absolutely widest open position. He braced his hand on either side of her body and pressed the head of his cock into her body. He stilled and nibbled along her lips.

"Damon..." She breathed out. "… I want more." He pressed in a little further, before stilling again. He settled the full length of his torso on to hers.

Elena let her eyes close. She tried not to let her insecurities preoccupy her. As strange as it felt to have her big breasts and distended stomach pressed between them, it felt amazing to be so connected with him again. Lately, she had felt like he was the only one she could connect with.

She took a sharp inhale when he pressed himself in even further. She held in the air, taking her own lip between her teeth as he pressed the rest of her way in. She let out a little yelp when he hit her cervix, her lips springing out from between her teeth.

"Sorry, baby." He pulled his hips back to relieve some of the pressure. He made a micro movement with his pelvis, pulling part of the way out and sliding back in, working towards a rhythm.

Elena let go of her knees and moved her hands to his shoulder blades when his thrusts became steady.

He could tell she was close to orgasm when she turned her head away from his kisses, her breath coming out through her parted lips is long sighs. He pealed his body from hers and gripped her knees, pressing her legs open, thrusting until she started to tremor with release.

Damon grunted as he pulled out of her and came on her stomach.

"Oh." She acknowledged when he used the bed sheet to clean her stomach. "That was smart." They had never had to worry about birth control before and Elena felt a little stupid for not thinking about it earlier.

Damon laid back and pulled her to his chest, kissing the top of her head.

"How did you know all of that?"

"Know all of what?" He replied, his eyes already closing.

"All of that body stuff."

"I read it in the baby books."

"You read those?"

"Of course I read those." He kissed the top of her head.