Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

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Later in the morning, awake for some time, Damon gazed lovingly at his wife. Wife. He was still coming to terms with the fact that he was a married man. Much to his dismay, his father's words were repeating in his head when considering the future of his marriage, "Do you want to marry her? Are you prepared to be a respectful husband? I do not want the poor girl to witness your whoring or gambling."

Damon felt prepared to be a respectful husband in front of society and not damage her family's good name. He had no reason to act outrageously brash or uncouth. The gambling bit made Damon chuckle because much to his amusement, he did not believe Elena had any qualms about gambling; in fact she would be more likely to bet with him than to scold him for participating in games. Oh how he loved her! She was perfect for him!

As far as the 'whoring' as delicately mentioned by his father, Damon felt he was at an understanding with his young bride. If Elena remained willing and spirited, then he obviously would be a most satisfied husband. Judging just by their first two couplings, he was deeply impressed by her enthusiasm and receptivity of his ministrations. Of course, he had some previous clue of their intimate future together based on her reactions to their foreplay escapades during their courtship and engagement. He was fairly certain she fell in lust before she fell in love, but that fact was not too surprising, after all he was all too aware of his above average handsome appearance.

Damon was married and now more than interested in enjoying the pleasures brought on by married life. An interesting thought given prior to meeting Elena, he had no interest in marriage and was prepared to live life as the perpetual bachelor. In fact, he had mastered being a bachelor. Damon for a long time believed he would never find an interesting woman capable of keeping up with his intellect and lifestyle. All of the women of his prior acquaintance to Elena had been the same, boring society bred types. By birth, he was a master of large, respected estate and women had always attempted to seduce him after their own agendas. Any woman dreamed of marrying above their station and securing their future.

Therefore when Damon met Elena, things had changed, she had no interest in his standing in society or his money, therefore she was genuine in every facet. He was able to count on her emotions and sentiments, he knew she was never trying to impress or fawn after him. Elena consumed his heart like no other before and possessed all of the qualities he desired in a romantic companion: beautiful, intelligent, honest, humorous and confident. He loved that she was not weak willed and capable of holding her own in difficult situations; in fact at times she was too independent. Elena challenged him almost daily, but in a way that became the special dynamic of their relationship. Damon loved their banter as long as it did not cause her any actual distress.

The memory like yesterday, Damon will never forget when he was asked to marry her, in order to save her reputation after the fainting incident. He was devastated when he found her sobbing in the library, because she did not want to marry him. He could not remember a time in his life where his heart hurt so much as that moment, he believed the only rival being the death of his mother. At the time, Elena had said she did not want to marry by force, she wanted to marry for love and now, thankfully - she did love him. Everything finally sorted itself out, Damon smiled at the thought, once again feeling incredibly grateful to be sharing a bed with her. He sighed caressing her cheek one last time before getting out of bed.

Elena's eyes fluttered, rousing at the sound of Damon's voice echoing in the adjoining bathroom. She blushed making sure her body was properly covered by the sheets. Elena was somewhat taken aback to see Damon dressed when he greeted her.

"The great Mrs. Salvatore rises at last." Damon teased walking around to her.

She pouted at him. "You could have waken me."

"No such thing. You needed proper rest to be refreshed for today." Damon said with mock seriousness, followed by a wink.

"How considerate of you." Elena rolled her eyes. "What exactly is on today's schedule?"

"First a bath." Damon smirked. "I shall go ask your chamber maid for your toiletries and personal items."

"I can do it." Elena protested, sitting up in bed.

Damon's eyes traveled to Elena's bare breasts as the sheet rolled off her. He licked his lips making little effort to conceal his admiration for her supple body. "No need, my dear. I will be right back and you are to remain in bed, continuing to look well loved." He said while walking to her side of the suite.

Elena squirmed and ducked under the covers waiting for him to return. Within ten minutes, Elena watched Damon enter and exit the adjoining bedroom before returning to her side at the bed. He held out her sleeping robe for her. She thanked him playfully and he motioned the way to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, a thick spread of steam invaded Elena's senses. She looked around noting that none of the maids had accompanied them. She deduced her new husband would likely be joining her in the tub, her heart fluttered in anticipation. Boldly Elena walked over to Damon and cornered him against the counter. She leaned up and kiss him gently, he smiled into the kiss and returned it, his hands went to caress her neck and hair. Her hands moved to his cravat and began untying it. When she pulled away from the kiss, her hands continued down his body to unbutton his waistcoat.

"What sort of activities were you engaged with this morning?" Elena asked curiously.

"Nothing of consequence." Damon answered with a light shrug. "I have not been awake for more than two hours. I simply had my coffee and read through the post, ordered our breakfast and your bath."

Elena nodded satisfied with his reply and moved back, so he could remove the waistcoat. His hands went to his collar to unbutton his shirt. "Get in, dear, the water should be quite agreeable now." He ordered softly.

"I believe this is the largest tub I have ever seen." Elena remarked.

She smiled softly and shed the robe, he held her hand to steady her as she stepped in.

"The one in my chamber at the Salvatore manor is larger." Damon replied.

The water was hot, the hot that made her skin burn up in a good way. She instantly felt lethargic as her muscles were very accepting of the temperature.

Damon was pleased to see her satisfied and joined her shortly after in the water.

Elena studied her husband curiously and wondered about their relationship. She knew once the honeymoon was over, he would no longer be conveniently available to her for intimate moments.

"Is something not to your liking?" Damon asked noticing her pensive expression.

Elena gave him a small smile remembering how well he could read her. "I was simply thinking about when we return to Mystic Falls, it is not likely we will have the opportunity to be together like this."

Damon frowned. "Nonsense, dear." He assured, taking her hands in his. "While it may not be practical for us to bathe together every day, you will be my only concern on rest days." He pulled her to him and turned her, so she was facing away from him, floating over his lap.

He kissed her neck and she instantly gave him better access. "I believe we will bathe together at the very least twice a month."

"Oh, do you?" She replied amused.

"Mmm Hmm." He replied leaning to grab soap and washcloth. "As a married woman, you will have to be properly groomed and I have the marital right to do it myself." He explained while working up a good lather, he worked his hands from her neck down to her shoulders.

As he washed her, her body's smooth skin kept pressing against him, keeping him in an aroused state. He was not sure if she was doing it on purpose or not, but it was driving him positively mad. After massaging her shoulders, his hands went to her breasts, washing them in a circling motion, making sure to caress them from base to nipple. Elena watched as his large hands covered her breasts, seemingly mesmerized by his movements. Damon took his time to rub her hardened buds, enjoying the sliding feeling of the water and soap.

Damon's hands moved to her stomach and he stroked her skin gently. He noticed Elena's silent invitation when she spread her legs further apart. Not one to deny his young wife of pleasure, his hands moved down in between her legs. He had reason to believe that she was aroused as she began to moan and quiver in his arms. She leaned back further, submitting to his every caress. His tongue went to her neck and his fingers continued driving in and out of her until she was nearing oblivion. Desiring to watch her climax in his arms, he pinched her bud and her moans grew louder as she breathlessly crashed against him.

Elena surprised him by quickly turning to face him, kissing him deeply and instinctively she wrapped her legs around him. Her core pressed against his throbbing need and he reached down to guide himself in. He pushed into her gently while hoping she was not sore and she moaned in agreement. He once again was amazed by her tight, warm heat, leaving him more than ready to spend the rest of his life committed to only her.

Damon began to pump in and out of her, her eyes rolled back in pressure. The heat of the water and their bodies was excruciating, they were feeling ablaze united. Sweat began the drip down their faces and necks as he continued to take her. When she started to moan his name, he quickly lost control and sped up his pace. His own need became too great and the desire for release was unbearable. With a few more strong strokes, he spilled inside of her, her arms held onto his neck tightly as she tried to regain her breath. Like her, he could barely breathe, with lungs filled with steam and from the physical exertion, he gently moved her away to catch some air.

Once the couple came down from their orgasmic high, Damon stood up from the bath first and wrapped himself in a bathrobe. After he asked Elena to stand and he dried her with plush towels.

"Where did you place my bathrobe?" Elena asked, looking around the bathroom.

Damon chuckled to himself. "You do not need it just yet." He picked her up and sat her down on the counter and attempted to pull the towel she was holding.

"Elena... Let go." Damon said shaking his head.

"Whatever for?"

"So I can groom you." He smirked motioning to the various supplies on the counter next to her.

She sighed and handed him the towel. She closed her eyes as Damon spread oil on her skin, his fingers massaged her skin as they traveled up and down. She had to admit, being his wife was turning out to be a rather pleasant occupation. She giggled as he massaged her feet and he playfully kissed her big toe.

Elena opened her eyes hearing a distinct jingle and her eyes widened seeing him unfold a luxurious set of razors and scissors.

"I will not allow you to cut my hair!" She exclaimed horrified, crossing her arms in protest.

Damon tried not to laugh. "I believe you are mistaken about my intentions." He said taking out a tiny pair of scissors and holding them up for her to inspect. "These are designed for intimate use." He said running an index finger through her nether folds.

Elena blushed so hard, she was amazed her cheeks did not scar from the sheer force.

"Of course, the choice is still yours, whether you allow me to groom you or not." Damon said thoughtfully. "But since you are my wife, I do hope you will allow me to do this as your husband." He pleaded, his big blue eyes burning into her.

Elena swallowed thinking about his request. After all, it was something between only husband and wife. Surely she wanted to make him happy during their first days of matrimony. She slowly nodded her consent to him. He grinned in excitement and fell to his knees. Damon scooted her body closer to him and propped her left leg on his shoulder, causing her to spread fully to him.

Damon's eyes studied her beautiful core, before he began to carefully trim her bikini line. Elena remained frozen the entire time, afraid he would nip her sensitive skin.

As Damon continued to trim, her nether lips became more visible and parted at the center. Damon lowly groaned seeing the beads of moisture forming from her arousal. His need to taste her was awfully tempting, but he remained strong and focused on grooming her.

Once she was practically bare, Damon spread her legs further apart, giving him access to the sides of her. He propped her right leg on his shoulder and his eyes went directly to her center, seeing the full extent of her growing arousal. The beads of moisture had certainly turned into puddles. He swallowed looking away, trying to retrain himself. Damon discarded the scissors and grabbed the cream. He gently spread the thick cream over her sensitive flesh, she shivered slightly at the cool feeling.

Elena's heart began to pound as he picked up a tiny long razor.

"Stay still, dear." He said seriously, looking up at her. "I am almost done."

She let out a breath and attempted to calm down.

Very carefully, Damon shaved the remaining hair until she was completely bare before his eyes. When he was done, he tossed the razor and with a warm, wet cloth, he wiped the last traces of cream and hair.

By the end, Damon was infatuated with the sight before him, she was completely exposed to him. He had a soft, sweet smile on his face as his fingers went to pet her flesh. "This is my most favorite flower. By far better than any Orchid." He said in deep admiration. "The softest petals I have ever touched." He demonstrated by caressing her folds. She gasped feeling his pointer finger enter her. "And sweetest nectar I have ever tasted." He concluded lovingly, removing his finger and licked it.

Elena felt terribly wanton, but truth be told, she was loving it.

Damon placed an arm around her waist to pull her close until his face was buried in between her legs. He placed on a strong kiss on her bare core, his lips enjoying the feel of her soft skin. He slid his tongue up and down her folds, spreading them apart. His tongue slid deep inside her, probing her and her heels pressed against his back, urging him on. Elena started moaning loudly, completely unrestrained, no longer caring if any of the maids were listening in. As her cries grew more frantic and erratic, his tongue continued to move inside her, faster and faster until she reached release. When she climaxed, Damon licked up the remaining nectar and then covered her body with a bathrobe.

"I shall check on our breakfast and make sure no one is lingering outside." Damon said seriously.

In little time, the newlyweds were in bed enjoying champagne, fruits, nuts, breads and chocolate fudge. Damon fed Elena strawberries and alternated with kisses.

Damon grabbed a strawberry and dipped it in chocolate, Elena opened her mouth reaching for it. He chuckled and chose not to give it to her, instead he took it and slowly drew a line down her body to her breasts, swirling around the nipples and then moving down to her stomach, circling her belly button. He looked up at her mischievously before inserting it into her core and leaving it there.

"Damon!" She exclaimed mortified, seeing only the tail of the strawberry poking out of her nether folds. Her hand moved to remove the offending fruit.

"Ah ah ah." He grabbed her hand, holding it still. "I will not have you ruining my desert." He chided in a teasing manner.

"You are incorrigible." She scowled, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, I am." He arrogantly replied and began to kiss and lick down the trail of chocolate on her body.

"But I dare say, I promise to keep you a most satisfied wife because of it." He winked before sucking on her nipple.

Elena moaned in response and could not find it in her heart to protest against his outlandish decadence.

His lips eventually made their way down to her nether folds and he plucked the strawberry from deep within her. After swallowing the sweet fruit, his tongue wiped any remaining chocolate.

Once Damon was sure that she was neatly cleaned, he practically jumped to take her. He did not hesitate in the slightest, he quickly lifted her legs over his shoulders and slid deeply inside of her in one motion - a first for them. Her small body flopped up and down on the bed and he laughed watching the various fruit crash to the carpet, thankfully they had finished the champagne, the empty bottle rolled down the bed.

Elena's eyes were wide while experiencing the new position. It felt deeper than their previous trysts. She was sure to die from pleasure. Her hair trashed on the bed as she continued to climb the heights of ecstasy with him. She eagerly pushed her hips against him, which only encouraged his passion for her.

With a low, loud groan, Damon spilled his seed and quickly rolled to the side, afraid that he would crush her. Her chest was heaving up and down, she was thoroughly impressed by their morning thus far. She smirked at the events replaying in her head and scooted closer to her husband. Her arms wrapped around his middle, he happily returned the embrace.

"Damon."

"Yes, dear?"

"This... last coupling felt different than the rest."

Damon's brows furrowed in concern. "What? In a bad way? Did I hurt you?"

"No, no." She assured. "I mean, it felt different. You felt different, as in within me?"

"I see." He replied understanding her meaning. "Yes, that is likely due to the change in the position."

"I quite enjoyed it."

He chuckled at her tone. "I am glad to hear it."

"What else will you show me today?" She asked softly.

"Do I dare show you a book with all of the positions?" He replied after thinking for a moment.

"What a peculiar book." She replied bewildered.

Damon laughed at her expression. "Yes, well, I am not supposed to show you the book. It is a gentleman's book."

"But you will anyway?" She asked knowingly.

"I was never one for following the rules of propriety... why should I? We are married!"

"I love you." Elena replied following a silent pause.

"I love you too." He returned kissing her softly.

A/N: This honeymoon story is killing me. Don't know how many chaps I have left in me... Be Good & Review!

Song: Strawberry Fields by Ultraviolet Sound (Beatles cover)