AN: Hello again! So here is the latest chapter of Getting into Bed. A few things.
1. I know the timeline is a little screwy. Vickie died around Halloween yet I said two months went by and it is not yet Christmas. Either pretend that Vickie died earlier, they celebrated Halloween earlier, or it doesn't really matter and ignore it.
2. I'm going into Student Teaching so I won't have a lot of time for writing. I'm still working on GIB and TWHL so don't worry about that. I'm going to try to have another chapter of GIB done as well as another chapter of TWHL before I do.
Enjoy!
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"What do you mean?" Elena's voice sounded unsure as Isobel let slip that the older vampiress was coming for her. Damon's arms had pulled her back into his embrace. They both understood how dangerous Katherine's arrival would be. Damon kissed the side of her head lightly as he thought of how to continue after this revelation.
"When?"
"Founder's Day. She wants to have a theatrical entrance." Isobel picked at her nails as she said this, her dark hair blowing lightly in the breeze.
"Of course that's when she'll attack. We have months left! Founder's Day isn't until May and it's only December." Damon looked down at Elena questioningly since she had yet to contribute to the conversation.
"I know that but you can never be too careful with Katherine. I wanted to give Elena a heads up. As you know Katherine dislikes sharing and Elena is now viewed as a threat." Isobel turned to leave but stopped and called over her shoulder, "I'll be sticking around until then so expect to see me soon. Tell Ric I said hello." She sped away quickly leaving Damon and Elena standing in the clearing alone.
Damon was quiet as he considered the consequences of Katherine's arrival. He knew she would be ruthless while hunting Elena. While he could whisk his love to a safer place, Elena would never agree. Jeremy, Jenna, Bonnie, Caroline, etc. would be at risk since Katherine would have conducted research into Elena's life. Elena would never forgive herself or him if anything happened to her loved ones because she ran.
She had remained quiet, not even acknowledging Isobel's leaving. He loosened his arms from around her and even then she remained frozen. He moved in front of her and noticed tears were streaming down her face. He wiped at them furiously but her tears only came faster. He pulled her into his arms and just stood there, holding her.
"What happened?" He turned his head to see Alaric walking into the clearing. "I saw Isobel leave and waited but you two are still here. What did she want?"
Damon mouthed a quick, "I'll tell you later." Alaric shook his head quickly and sprinted off towards his car. Damon continued holding Elena as she sobbed against his jacket. He lifted her gently before taking her to the car and placing her in the front seat. It took him a few moments to get her to release the death-grip she had on his jacket before he was able to climb in the front seat. He sped towards the Boarding House, knowing they would have the evening to be together.
He was distraught over her reaction. Elena rarely cried around him. Usually she would become quiet and deal with the current problem but this Elena made him uneasy. He hated it when she cried in front of him. It was the only time he ever felt truly helpless. No matter how dire the situation he had always known he would come out of the fight alive but when Elena cried, unease followed him around until she stopped.
As he drove he dropped his hand to hold hers and was upset to feel no responding grip from her. There was no comforting swipe of her fingers across the back of his hand. He parked quickly and raced to the other side of the car, throwing the door open and hauling her against him. He raced in the door and noticed Stefan looking through the mail. He glanced up at the sight of Damon carrying a crying Elena and suddenly grew furious.
"Not now, brother. I'll talk to you about it later." Damon whipped past him, leaving Stefan stunned at his dismissal. Damon turned the steps and walked briskly into his bedroom. He carried the uncommunicative Elena to his bed before ripping the sheets down. He placed her on her feet before pulling her dress from her and tucking her into the bed.
"Let me go get you some water." He turned to leave the room but stopped at her soft words.
"Are you going to leave me for her?" He spun back to her, horrified by the question.
"Do you think so little of me? Do you think I would really do that to you?" He watched as she dropped her gaze to the comforter, her fingers playing with the material. He moved closer to the bed before dropping down in front of her. He nudged her chin up to look into her distressed eyes. He grew uneasy at the sight of un-shed tears.
"I'll understand. She was your first love." She tried to turn her face away but he held it in place. He leaned in softly and pressed his lips to the skin under her eyes. His lips kissed her cheeks before moving to the place below her ears. She shivered when he nuzzled her neck.
"I'm yours Elena. I'm only yours." His lips moved to her mouth and he pressed them to hers gently, molding hers beneath him. He kissed her over and over until she grew breathless against him. He pulled back from her for a moment in order to shed his own clothes.
He pushed her down until her head was resting on one of the pillows. She opened her mouth and he halted her words with his lips. She heard him opening a drawer of his nightstand and he pulled back from her. He held up a scarf she had left behind after one of their afternoon romps between the sheets. He stretched it in front of her before tying it around her head, gagging her.
She whimpered lightly behind the cloth now pushed between her lips. "Shh Sweetheart. I'm going to do all the talking tonight. Will you be a good girl?"
She hesitated in her response and he immediately shifted to a slightly different game. He pinched her nipple lightly, rolling it between his fingers. "I've warned you against hesitation. I despise indecisiveness. I will ask once more, will you be a good girl?" She nodded quickly.
His fingers trailed down her body until they reached her hips. "Did you know that you are not an exact copy of Katherine?" She nodded a no quickly. "Well you aren't. For example, you have this little birth mark on your right hip." He leaned down and kissed the mark, his tongue darting out to trace the small mark. His left hand trailed down to her thatch of curls while his right trailed up to her breasts. "Your breasts are larger. They fit more perfectly in my hands." His hand cupped her right breast. His hands moved softly over her breast as she arched into his hand. He parted his fingers in order to grasp the rebellious peak. It took him two tries to get the rosy nipple between his fingers.
"And this," His fingers thrust into her wetness. "This is so much warmer, tighter and responsive than Katherine's. You grasp me so sinfully, your warmth surrounding me while your wetness coaxes my body into a frenzy." He watched her body as it arched against his fingers. "No...don't close your eyes."
Her eyes opened slowly to gaze into his eyes. "I think I will name the other differences, physical and others that make you two different. Your voice is deliciously different. Your sweet cries when you are lost in orgasm are divine. It makes me harder, more desperate for you. I love your voice when you tell me you love me, when your eyes light up beautifully at the statement." He leaned forward to kiss her gagged mouth. She made a pleasurable sound behind the gag.
He lifted her body and arranged her on all fours, her rear thrust out temptingly. He leaned down and nipped at the soft flesh, eliciting a squeak from her sweet lips. "I love your ass, especially when I do this." He spanked her a few times as she groaned in response. "You make such innocent movements when I spank you." He kneeled behind her and rubbed his hardness against her. His fingers trailed to the cleft between her thighs, spreading the wetness around.
"Do you know what I love most about you? Do you know what the biggest difference is?" He leaned forward and untied the gag. "What do you think it is?" He spread her legs and laid his head down between her thighs, pulling her aching center down towards him. He licked it languorously, delighting in each taste. She moaned loudly as she thrust herself against his open mouth.
"What is it Elena?" She was lost in pleasure so he bit down lightly on her bundle of nerves and she squealed in pleasurable pain. "Answer me."
"I don't know." He teased her with the tip of his tongue while holding her body off him so that only the very tip of his tongue touched her. "Please...please..."
"If you don't give me an answer then I'll have to torture you. I'll have to restrain you and crack out that bag of toys I showed you." She shook her head vehemently. He knew she was hesitant about all the things in that bag after he used the one lotion to torture her a few weeks ago. It caused a pleasurable itching that would only stop when removed and his preferred method was tongue. She had it on her for only a few minutes before succumbing to his wishes. "I could fit you with a vibrator, you know. I have one that is bewitched to always stop just before you orgasm. I could torture you for hours."
"Is it because I'm human?" He nipped at the bud of her arousal and she knew she was wrong.
"That would be strike one, Sweetness. Two more guesses before I crack out my bag of tricks."
"Is it because I don't lie to you?" He nipped at her once more but soothed her thrashing body with a few swipes of his tongue.
"That is an incredibly important difference but no. Keep thinking because if you get this wrong then I'll have to torture your sweet body." He pulled back from her and kneeled behind her once more. He moved his hardness to within range of her arousal until the head pierced her folds. He thrust the head into her body a few times until she was pleading with him once more.
"Come on Sweetheart, what is the biggest difference between you and her?" She grew incoherent at his words as she mumbled against the pillows. She cried out loudly when he started thrusting a little deeper. He heard the door slam downstairs as Stefan fled from her cries.
"I love you." He knew she was saying it and that had not been her guess but it was as close as she would get. He rewarded her answer by thrusting fully into her body. He set a fast pace as he drove into her again and again. She came, screaming out her pleasure as he grunted against her back. He pulled out of her and moved to cradle her in his arms.
"That is the greatest difference Elena. I love you and you love me. Why would I run to a woman who never loved me, a woman I never truly loved? When I think of the future it is you standing with me. I don't care if in ten years you are nearly 30 or if in ten years you still look 18. We can discuss that part later. All I care about is sharing it with you for as long as you'll have me."
She reached up to play with the strands of hair near his eyes. "I'm sorry for freaking out. I just...I just don't want to lose you. I don't want to see you with anyone else." He kissed her forehead and she smiled beautifully.
"We will talk about Katherine and what this all means in the morning. Let's just sleep now and worry about it tomorrow. Okay?"
"Yes." She snuggled down into his arms. "I love you."
"I love you too." He closed his eyes after she closed hers.
"Oh and Damon...I was sort of hoping I was wrong. I wanted you to torture me for awhile but aw well...maybe next time." His eyes shot open at her words, staring at her open-mouthed at the devious look that appeared on her face. His sweet, innocent angel said next time. His sleep was filled with dreams of lovemaking, of sweet cries and beautiful begging.
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A few weeks went by as Christmas approached. Damon and Elena had spoken briefly about Katherine but had chosen to resume the conversation after the holiday. Elena bullied Damon into decorating the Boarding House for the holiday and she often found the two vampires arguing over the proper way to hang lights. She giggled as they argued with each other about how tall the tree should be and whether they should get gifts for one another.
Damon had finally agreed to take Elena to get a Christmas tree and they made their way to the local tree farm. Damon had borrowed a pick-up truck in order to bring the monstrous tree he was sure Elena would choose, home. They opted to chop their own tree down and Damon carried the axe a little too gleefully for Elena's comfort.
"Would you stop swinging that thing?" She huffed back at him. He smirked and then swung it a little more.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" He could practically see her rolling her eyes at him so he sprinted up beside her. He used the axe to create a connection between his arms before pulling her in against him, the axe creating a wall against her back.
"Most people would be uncomfortable with their boyfriend swinging an axe around like he's thinking about how to chop people up." He leaned in and kissed her then laughed at her flustered expression.
"I think you'll find the axe to be the least of your worries with me." He let her out of the make-shift cage before grabbing her gloved hand. "Now which one do you think will look nice in the parlor?" He watched as she pointed to a rather large tree. "You sure?"
"It will look lovely by the fireplace. Are you sure you want to spend all that money on decorations?"
"Of Course Sweetness. I want to start traditions with you and for that we'll need decorations. Are you still spending the night on Christmas Eve?" He began to chop down the tree while Elena sat on a bench close-by.
"Yes. Jenna wants to spend Christmas with Alaric and Jeremy wants to spend it with Anna. We always exchange gifts on the morning of Christmas Eve anyway." She grew contemplative for a moment and he paused in his work. "I think she wants us to start our own Christmas traditions since Mom and Dad died. Jenna wasn't around much at Christmas since she tended to go to her current boyfriend's house. I think she wants us to find our own place during the holiday." She flinched lightly when the tree fell nearby.
"Well I'm ecstatic you want to make traditions with me." He tied the tree up quickly and moved over to the bench. He sat down beside her and kissed her fingers.
"When was the last time you celebrated Christmas, in the traditional sense?"
"1854. My mother got sick soon after that. Father wasn't really into Christmas." She cuddled into his embrace and listened to his story. "We got gifts after that but it was never the same. Mother always had the house decorated and music filled the house. Her gifts were always personal while Father's were always cold and practical. That was the last time I guess I really celebrated Christmas."
They sat there quietly for a few moments before Damon moved to carry the tree. Elena tried to help him but he told her to just walk with him. It only took them a few minutes to pay and get the tree in the truck. As they drove back towards the Boarding House Damon grew thoughtful.
"What do you want for Christmas Elena?"
"Nothing really. I told Jenna I wanted a new journal and Jeremy is probably going to get me a gift certificate to the book store. I'm happy to just spend some time with you. What do you want for Christmas?"
"Happy memories." She turned to look at him while he drove, his eyes glued to the road ahead of them.
"Happy memories?"
"Yes. I'd like to make some happy memories with you and maybe spend a day not fighting with Stefan. I'd like a family day." She smiled and he turned to catch the grin. "I just want to spend the day with the woman I love and the only family I have left."
"I'm sure that can be arranged. We are exchanging physical gifts, though. I spoke to Stefan about it and he agreed to buy a gift for the both of us. I'll buy for you two as well so you'll need to reciprocate I guess."
"Don't worry, I already have your gift."
"But you asked..."
"Yes well I was just curious. By the way, you are getting a few gifts but I'll give you one in front of Stefan as well." He heard her groan and he chuckled at her reaction.
"You know how I feel about gifts."
"Yes but its Christmas therefore Santa has given me the go-ahead." He reached over and moved her hand over to his growing erection. "I know what one of my gifts should be." He moved her hand around and was pleased to hear a soft moan come from her when she felt his arousal.
"You always want that."
"Yes and you are always ready for me." They said no more as they pulled into the Boarding House driveway. He parked and went to move but her hand closed around his erection. She pumped him a few times before letting go and hopping out of the car. He groaned loudly before racing to haul her against him near the back of the truck.
"That wasn't very nice."
"No but I wanted you to be ready for me. After we decorate the tree, I plan on having you beneath it." She leaned up so her lips rested near his ear and she purred softly, the vibrations sending delicious feelings down his spine. "Stefan won't be back until 6 so we'll have a few hours if you hurry up." He watched as she walked up to the house, swaying her hips until the door was wide and he could see her in the parlor through the windows.
He had the tree in the house and set up in record time. Passion-filled moans issued out of the open door while the decorations lay forgotten in the hallway.
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"Have you heard anything from Isobel?" Elena was stirring a batter mix while Damon drank a cup of blood at the counter.
"Not since our meeting in the clearing but I'm sure she's lurking. No dead bodies so she's keeping a low profile." She nodded lightly before wiping some sweat off her forehead.
"You know, you could help. You cook amazing food so it's not a stretch to help me."
"I cook. I don't bake."
"Are you afraid you're turning into Martha Stewart?"
"No. I just like watching you get flour all over your face. It's hot." He got up and walked over to her. "You have some chocolate on your...I'll get it." He leaned it and licked the melted chocolate off her neck. He suckled lightly on the skin before grabbing the bowl from her and sitting it on the counter. Her arms grasped his shoulders as he lifted her up onto the counter and nestled between her thighs. His lips trailed up to ensnare hers and they lost themselves in their kiss.
"Must you two do that all the time?" Stefan came into the room, eating one of the sugar cookies Elena had made the day before.
"Sorry little brother. She's just so damn tempting." He nipped at her collarbone before setting her back on her feet.
"What are you making today?"
"Chocolate chip cookies. If you hang for a minute Stefan, the first batch is coming out of the oven." Stefan and Damon sat down eagerly at the counter and she laughed at the sight.
"What are you laughing at Sweetness?"
"You two are so cute, sitting there waiting for cookies."
"Cute? We are the Salvatore Brothers. We are not cute." Damon spat at her. Stefan watched the exchange before chuckling lightly.
"Don't get bent out of shape Damon. I think you are sexy as all hell but I love it when you two show your boyish charms."
"Boyish charms? I'll show you my manly ch...umf." Elena stuffed a cookie in his mouth before handing one to Stefan.
"That's enough out of you."
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Christmas Eve was a cold, rainy day. Elena was disappointed that it couldn't have been colder so they would get snow, but she took comfort in the knowledge of spending the holiday with Damon. She packed up her overnight bag and grabbed the gifts for the boys before heading down the steps. Jeremy had already left for Anna's while Jenna had gotten a ride with Alaric. Elena walked through the house for a moment before stopping to look at a picture of her parents.
"I really miss you guys today. I wish you could be here." She would have continued but there was a loud knock on the front door. She rushed to open it and found herself immediately in the passionate embrace of her vampire boyfriend.
"You smell so good." He moaned against her throat. "You taste so good." She had rubbed a cinnamon and vanilla lotion on a few minutes before and apparently he appreciated it. His tongue darted out to tease her neck as he nuzzled the soft, aromatic skin. His lips came up to ensnare her lips and he groaned at the taste. Her lips tasted like warm cookies from the oven and his tongue darted into her mouth, tasting all of her sweetness. She was happy he liked her new lip balm and made an appreciative sound when his tongue massaged hers before he moved his lips back to her neck.
"Damon...oh god!" His fingers had trailed down and up her skirt. His fingers parted her thighs and had dived into her arousal, fingers scissoring inside her as his lips attacked hers. His tongue thrust inside her mouth as a promise of the night together. His fingers thrust against her as the palm of his hand rubbed the bud of her arousal furiously until she was crying out in ecstasy.
He continued kissing her as he removed his fingers from her body, bringing them up to his lips. He pulled back from her and tasted the nectar on his fingers. "Mmmm...cookies, cinnamon, and you...how perfect."
She swayed against him lightly as she regained her thoughts. "I thought you might like to sample one of your gifts."
"One of my gifts? What was it exactly?" She grinned before pulling his head back to her neck.
"Edible lotions. I picked them up and I have four different ones to try. The cinnamon and vanilla one is one of the four." He made an appreciative sound against her collarbone.
"I can't wait to try the rest of them tonight." He grabbed her bag before ushering her out of the house.
"Oh and Damon?" He looked at her questioningly as she was closing the passenger side door. "You can put them anywhere." As she said this, she reached out and cupped his erection. "And I plan on playing with this later."
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It had been a quiet evening, once Elena had arrived. Stefan had agreed to spend the evening and morning with them while making himself scarce in between. He rarely spent a lot of time with the lovers and Elena attributed it to being uncomfortable. Damon disagreed by saying he was simply biding his time until the relationship fell apart.
Damon had cooked an amazing Christmas dinner and the three had sat down to enjoy a five-course meal. Damon and Stefan cleaned up the dinner swiftly before joining Elena in the Parlor. At first they thought she had left the room but they then noticed her body on the floor, staring up at the decorations. Damon moved to join her while Stefan sat on the settee.
The three spent a few hours talking while enjoying all of Elena's baked goods. Damon and Stefan told countless childhood stories, usually centered on Christmas, while Elena sat nearby holding a cup of tea. They talked a great deal about the crazy schemes they perpetrated on the townspeople when they were young until Elena was nearly crying from laughing so hard.
Finally Stefan decided to go hunting before retiring and left his brother and Elena to their pleasure. As soon as the door closed Damon turned his lusty gaze on Elena. She was reclining on her arms in front of the fire, her skirt riding up to expose her peach undergarments. She spread her legs and leaned back even more, posing for him. He finished his scotch slowly before moving beside her on the rug.
She reached out to stroke his face before leaning forward to kiss him. She could taste the scotch lingering on his lips as she tasted him thoroughly. They moved slowly against each other as they pulled each other's shirts off. She pushed on his chest until he was lying back on the rug.
"You know how I absolutely love chocolate?" He nodded as he watched her unscrew a jar she had hidden under the tree. "Well I picked out this lotion for me to use on you. I'm in control until I relinquish it, right?" He didn't answer her right away so she pinched one of his nipples.
"Elena!"
"I despise hesitation so I suggest you keep up. I'm in control now, right?"
"Yes." She crawled on top of his half-naked body, straddling his lean hips. His fingers came up to massage her hips lightly while she got into a comfortable position.
"I suggest you put your hands down or I'll have to restrain you." He nearly laughed at her turning his own words against him but stopped at the look on her face. She was completely serious and he was unsure what her plans were and that got him incredibly aroused. She leaned down and kissed him sweetly while her fingers ran up his sides gently.
"Elena..." He moaned quietly when her lips left his to play on his neck.
"I should gag you too but I quite like your moans and groans." Her fingers settled on his muscled chest, her fingers plucking and tweaking his nipples until he nearly bucked her off of him. "You are being a bad boy Damon, a very bad boy. I'm going to restrain you." He watched in fascination as she pulled out shackles from a bag under the tree. She took each hand and secured them in the shackles before securing the short chains around the two small columns on the fireplace.
His arms were restrained by rusty old shackles and she watched him start laughing uncontrollably. She watched until his chuckles quieted, her fingers teasing his skin with feather-like touches. "You think some rusty old chains can hold me?"
"Prove it Baby." He strained against the shackles as he pulled with his regular strength. They didn't even budge so he exerted his full strength. She watched him for a few seconds before he stopped, panting while taking in short, heaving breaths.
"What did you do?" She laughed then and he paused at the tinkling sound her laughter made.
"I didn't do anything. Anna helped me out."
"Anna?"
"Did you know the Council created shackles to hold vampires for torture purposes?"
"Torture purposes?" She leaned down to suckle the skin of his neck until he moaned low in his throat.
"Yes. Jonathan Gilbert invented shackles that would hold vampires so they could be tortured for information. They had a set in the archives but Anna helped me steal them. I thought I should take them to protect you but also I wanted to level the playing field. Oh and don't worry, I have the keys and I tested the lock."
"Leveling the playing field, huh...well alright." He laid back and made a big to-do about letting her have her way.
"You won't be so nonchalant when I have you begging for release."
"You can only dream Sweetheart." He stopped at the end of the challenge and suddenly grew a little worried at the devious face she made. He suddenly remembered that he was never very good at this game. Katherine had beaten him countless times, his control always caving soon into the game. If Elena had been paying attention then she would have him begging in no time.
"Don't worry Baby; I'll make it so good for you." She opened the small tub next to them on the floor before scooping out a little bit of the lotion. She rubbed the chocolate-smelling lotion onto his nipples and chest before leaning down to smell him. "I love this smell on you. Chocolate and you may just be my favorite."
He moaned when her tongue darted out to lick at the edges of the lotion, barely skimming his chest. Her tongue followed the natural definition of his muscles, soothing his tensed body. He kept waiting for pain, his body trained for Katherine's idea of fun.
"I won't hurt you Damon. You seem...scared. I'm just going to please you without your hands in the way." He looked at her while she bit her lip in a tempting fashion. "I'm not really a dominant person in bed so think of this as your little submissive pleasing you." He groaned at her statement. A few weeks before he had tested out the Master/Slave dynamic and he found her surprisingly willing. He couldn't wait to try it again.
Her tongue darted out to lick the chocolate lotion off his nipples. Each swipe was slow while her fingers trailed down his stomach to rest on his erection. Once his nipples were clean of the lotion she moved up for a passionate kiss and he tasted the chocolate on her lips. She pulled back and moved to remove his pants. Once gone, she settled herself between his thighs and he watched in fascination as she seemed to nearly worship his very prominent arousal.
Finally she grabbed the lotion and slathered the cool lotion on his penis, her fingers running from the base to the tip over and over again. Her thumb continued to rub over the head as he bucked his hips up to her. She moved quickly, dropping her tongue to trace around the base of him until all the chocolate was gone from that area. His eyes drifted shut as he groaned continuously, wishing his could pull her mouth to where he wanted it.
As he groaned out his frustration, she suddenly surrounded him with her warm mouth. She began to bob her head and suck in earnest as she removed all traces of the lotion. He tried to keep his hips low to the ground but every time he gained control her warm hands would tease his body relentlessly.
She released him with a soft pop and he moaned in frustration. "I told you I wanted you to beg me for this release. Do you want it?"
"I'm not going to beg."
"If you do then I'll please you without the lotion. My mouth will be on you and I will let you fuck my mouth before playing with me."
"I'm not going to beg."
"Well fine then. You lay there aroused and unsatisfied while I take care of my own problem." He watched in surprise as she leaned back against the settee, her fingers trailing down her body until they reached her wetness. "You get to watch, hear, and smell me pleasing myself until you beg."
He watched as her fingers parted her wet folds, spreading the wetness around. He waited for her fingers to make the dive into her body but she stopped, moving closer to him. She pulled her fingers away from her body and moved them to his lips. She spread the wetness along his lips before settling back against the settee. He licked he lips eagerly and nearly cried out at the taste. She knew just how to play him.
"Do you realize what you do to me? You haven't even touched me and I'm quivering in need for you." He watched as she slowly teased herself, doing all the things he loved to do to her. She moaned loudly as she began to move, her hips thrashing from her movements. He answered her moan with a soft groan and she stopped at his sound. She moved closer to him, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and pumping it. Every so often so would rub a thumb over the head and his hips arched, begging for more contact.
"Don't you want me Baby? Don't you want to feel me again?" His eyes were wide at her soft words. "All you have to do is ask. All you have to do is admit how much you want me right now. It's not so hard. You make me beg all the time." Her fingers tip-toed up and down his hardness. "Come on Baby."
"Fine! Please! I want you dammit. I want you all over me." She moved until she was straddling his hips and in one fell-swoop she thrust herself down on him. They both moaned loudly at the contact. She set a slow, disjointed pace and they reveled in their closeness. She rocked on her knees slowly, throwing her head back in pleasure while the tips of her hair teased his thighs.
"Oh Damon!" Her pace grew faster, more desperate as she rode him. Neither cared they were in the Parlor where Stefan could find them. Neither cared if anyone could hear their loud cries. His voice rose with hers, swirling around them in a misty haze that locked them in their own bubble.
She collapsed on top of him while he rode out his pleasure, his body arching up so completely she wondered if they might be fully fused together now. Her brow was slick with sweat as she lay quietly on his chest, her breathing harsh and ragged. Finally after a few minutes she raised her head to look at him and found his eyes closed, lips parted. She moved quickly and undid the shackles, yet his arms did not move from their spot.
"Damon? Did I hurt you? Damon?" He didn't respond and she grew worried. What if the shackles had hurt him? She didn't really test them for any amount of time. "Baby? Damon please!" She shook him a little bit and then squealed when his arms wrapped around her body, pulling her down to him.
"I am simply in awe of your skills Sweetheart. I have never blacked out from orgasm before."
"You blacked out?" He nodded and then kissed her sweetly.
"That was incredible. It was so sexy the way you dominated me. God how I love you!" She smiled at him before nuzzling down, sinking into his arms. "How about we move this upstairs?"
"Okay." She moved to kneel next to him. She screwed the lid back on the lotion and moved it back under the tree. She also lifted the shackles and placed them back in the bag near the tree. As she zipped the bag shut she felt his lips on her shoulder. "Mmm..."
"I liked those shackles so we'll have to keep them around." She giggled when his tongue came out to tickle her ear. He lifted her in his arms and walked towards the steps, their clothes in a pile on her lap. "Where are the other lotions?"
"Under your bed."
"As much as I would like to use them tonight, I think we should turn in for the night." She made a disapproving sound and he stopped to kiss the tip of her nose. "I promise to use those lotions to make you scream but tonight I want to cuddle with you in our bed and just relax."
"Our bed?"
"Yes. I'm pretty sure my things became yours the moment you said you loved me. It's our bed now and it's our room."
"I like that. It makes me feel at home." He moved into their room, shouldering the door shut. He moved them in the bedroom before falling on to the bed, pinning her down.
"You feel so good against me, so soft and warm."
"What if I was cold?" He paused in his descent down her throat and looked up at her questioningly.
"Cold?"
"You know if I wasn't...if I became..."
"If I turned you?" She nodded at his guess and he sighed.
"Would I still be...enough?"
"Of course. I don't want you because you are warm. I want you because you are you. Plus did you know that vampires feel warm to each other because our body temperatures are similar? It's like when a human touches a human."
"Oh." She pulled him up for a soft kiss which he immediately made much more erotic than she had planned.
"Are you considering?"
"Maybe someday. I'm not ready yet."
"I'll wait then." He moved them up until they were comfortably resting on the pillows. "I've told you before that I will stay with you for as long as you'll have me. If you choose to stay human then I'll be with you until you send me away."
"I'm not a fool Damon. I imagine this relationship will continue and at some point turning me will be inevitable. Someday I won't want anyone to wonder our relationship. I won't want to be mistaken for your mother. Someday we'll discuss it more and I know what my choice will be."
"Okay Sweetheart. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas." They snuggled together quietly and eventually drifted off. Her dreams were filled with snow and presents years in the future, them together forever. His dreams were filled with a smiling beauty, a forever young woman pulling him to her and her name on his lips.
"Elena."
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Christmas dawned early on the couple in bed. She was snuggled under the covers against the cool body of her lover while he watched her sleep. He had been awake for awhile, his fingers ghosting over her supple skin. He watched as she wrinkled her nose in a childlike fashion. He watched her as she seemed to wake up slowly, her passionate dreams making way for their quiet morning.
"Mmmm...good morning."
"Good morning Sweetness. Good dream?"
"Very good dream." She leaned up to kiss him and he rolled her onto her back while his body settled over hers.
"As much as I would love to continue this, Stefan has been up prowling for nearly two hours and I don't think he'll wait around while I make love to you."
"I understand. We'll have some fun later. Let's get decent." He sighed as she left his arms and headed for the dresser. After dating her for a few weeks Damon had given her a few drawers in his room for her overnight stays. She had blushed beautifully when he showed her the three empty drawers. Once he had accidentally opened one of her drawers, digging in for a white shirt and came up with some of her lacy underwear. If he could have, he would have blushed especially when Stefan came in and caught him holding a red bra.
She pulled on her undergarments before opening the lower drawer to find her clothes missing. "Where are my clothes?"
He gestured to the armoire and she moved to open the ornate door. Inside was a pretty red box with a black bow. She lifted the lid and gazed down at a beautiful white dress. She lifted the flowy material and held it against her. "What is this for?"
"It's gift number 1. It's modeled after one of my mother's old gowns. She used to wear it outside when she played with us. I had the petticoats and stuff removed so it's a much lighter dress." She moved to hold it in front of herself while looking in the mirror. "Here let me help you."
He came to stand behind her and instructed her to lift her arms. She raised them and he pulled the dress over her head and let it flow down like water over her curves. He fixed the straps so they were perfect on her shoulders. His lips fell on her right shoulder and she smiled at the picture they made in the mirror. While she had been opening her gift he had dressed in a normal black ensemble and now he was standing over her, his darkness embracing her white light.
"I thought it was fitting. You in white and me in black. You as an angel and me as a demon."
"You are not a demon and I am certainly no angel."
"In comparison to me you certainly are. Well lets head downstairs for the rest of the gift-giving. My lady?"
"Kind sir." She took his arm and they made their way down the steps and into the Parlor.
She gasped at the sight. During the night Damon had snuck down to finish decorating. Candles were lit around the room while holly and mistletoe hung about. The tree was lit up and all the ornaments sparkled in the morning light. He kissed the side of her head before moving them towards the settee. Stefan joined them a moment later while placing a tray on the coffee table, laden with assorted beverages and some of Elena's cookies.
"Merry Christmas Stefan."
"Merry Christmas Elena." He paused when he noticed her gown. "How...it looks like..."
"It was modeled after our mother's Stefan. I thought Elena would look lovely in it. Don't you agree?"
"Of course." Stefan reached for a bag stashed by the tree and handed out his gifts while Elena and Damon did the same. Elena noticed that her pile was larger than the brothers'. Each brother had given her two gifts and she was positive Damon had more stashed somewhere.
"Ladies first." Stefan pointed to her gifts and she lifted the ones from Stefan. The first contained a new leather-bound journal. She had expected Jenna to give her one but surprisingly Jenna gave her a new car to replace the one she had the accident with. She knew most of the money came from insurance but Jenna had some perks put in the car for Elena.
Elena thanked Stefan before turning to the last gift. Inside she found a photo album. She opened it and found pictures of her parents and Jeremy and of her friends. In the back there was a picture of her with Stefan from the 50s dance and a picture of her and Damon from their first official date. "Thank you Stefan. I love this."
"I thought you might like a scrapbook for remembering your parents and all the important people in your life. There is room in the back for more pictures."
"I'd like a picture of you two together and then maybe a picture of the three of us?"
"Okay." Damon and Stefan said at the same time which inspired a fit of giggles from Elena.
"You two are so cute!"
"Open my gifts now." Damon pushed them closer to her and she lifted the smaller box first. She ripped it open and found a key nestled in the box. She lifted it out of the box and held it towards Damon.
"What is this to?"
"I would love to say something clichéd like, it's the key to my heart but it's really just the key to the front door."
"The front door?"
"Yes. You have a room here but I never gave you a key. I think we should start locking our doors and this will let you in and out as well as grant you some basic protection. Also I just want you to think of this place as home even if it's only part-time."
"It's already home for me." She kissed him on the cheek before placing the key back in the box. She reached for the second box and opened it to find a similar rosewood box that had held her necklace. She opened the box and found a golden locket. She lifted the necklace and opened the latch. Inside was a picture of her parents. "Damon, it's beautiful."
"I thought you should have something you could carry with you. I didn't have one but you could get a picture of Jeremy to put on the other side."
"Thank you. Thank you both."
"Open your gifts Stefan." Stefan nodded before picking up the gift from his brother. He shook it lightly and mumbled something that sounded like, "You can never be too careful." He unwrapped the box and opened it to find a small tree branch.
"What is this?"
"An olive branch." Stefan lifted it out of the box and laid it on the table. Elena looked from Stefan to Damon to the branch and then back and forth.
"Is this...does this mean?" Stefan seemed incredulous at the possibility.
"I want to call a truce for now. It's time we put our old problems over Katherine aside and tried to be family again. I'm not expecting us to be out hunting together or having family dinners but it's time we try again."
"Why now?"
"Because I'm finally over 1864. I'm moving on Stefan and its time we both did. It's time we left the past behind us and just started being us again."
"Okay." Damon seemed surprised by Stefan's answer. "I think we should try again." Stefan said no more as he reached for Elena's gift. He opened it and found a pocket watch inside. "Where did you get this? This was our fathers"
"The archives." Elena sipped her tea quietly while watching Stefan look at the new glass in the clock.
"Did you pull a heist or something?" Damon glanced down at her. First the shackles and now a pocket-watch.
"Did you know the founding families can request their personal items back from the archives?" Both men shook their head at her question. "Well you can. I simply forged a note from Damon and got back some stuff." Stefan continued to stare at the watch before tucking it into his pocket. "It's your turn Damon."
Damon lifted the box from his brother and proceeded to tear the paper off. He opened the small box two tickets. "Two tickets to a ski resort?"
"I thought you and Elena could use the Winter Break to go away for a week. Maybe do some skiing or something." Damon looked at the two tickets set for the last week of January when Elena had a week off between semesters.
"Thanks. If Elena will go with me then we'll put these to good use." Damon smiled at Elena and she nodded quickly.
"Open my gift now." Damon picked up the box and ripped the paper off before looking inside the box. He grew still and Stefan seemed confused by Damon's reaction. Elena sat back and watched Damon lift the frame out of the box, his fingers lovingly tracing the rosewood frame. He brushed his fingers over the picture before handing it to Stefan. Stefan gasped at the small portrait. The two brothers stared at the old portrait and both grew teary at the sight of their mother's eyes staring back at them.
"I found it in the archives when I was looking for gifts. They said it became their property when your father died in 1864. I felt you two should put it somewhere to remember her. She deserves a place in this house."
"Thank you Elena." Stefan handed the picture back to Damon and Damon sat it down on the coffee table.
"Thank you Sweetheart." Damon leaned over to kiss her gently, an emotion bubbling to the surface but he held it back. There was no room for sadness on this bright Christmas morning. "Well how about I make us some breakfast?"
They were startled by a knock on the front door. Stefan rose to see who was there while Elena snuggled against Damon.
"Merry Christmas lover." Elena and Damon turned to look at Isobel standing in the doorway to the parlor. She was decked out in all black but held a festive bag in her one hand.
"Hello Isobel. What brings you to my home this morning?" Damon put his arm around Elena while Stefan resumed his seat.
"I have a present for my daughter and I figured she might be here." She sat the bag down on the table and pushed it towards Elena. Elena didn't move and Damon handed it to her.
"Come on Sweetheart, at least see what it is." Elena opened the bag and pulled out a handwritten journal.
"What is this?" Isobel sat down on the couch and watched as Elena flipped through the pages.
"It is all the information I have on our family line. I traced back the Pierce line as best I could. It doesn't go much further than Katherine's parents but its a few hundred years of research. I thought you might like to know what I know."
"Thank you." Elena sat the book down on the table before resuming her position in Damon's arms.
"Still playing with the youngest Pierce?"
"Knock it off Isobel or I'll throw you out."
"Now, now Lover, calm down. It's understandable. She does look so much like Katherine. I wonder if it is our blood..." Damon stood up and moved to stand over Isobel threateningly.
"You will stop dredging up the past and leave us alone. Elena and I are together and you will need to accept that."
"I'll attempt but I do not like it. Obviously this is not a good time. I'll be in touch." Isobel left the room and they heard the door close loudly.
"Well good riddance." Damon turned to look at Elena. "What? I'm glad she warned us about Katherine but I don't owe her anything."
"Of course not but she might be trying to make amends. Maybe you should give her a chance." Damon replied. "Well it's not worth arguing about today. Let's just have a really good Christmas."
"Um yeah...I'll be heading out now." Damon and Elena watched as Stefan left the room and they heard the door close once more.
"He didn't have to leave."
"Maybe not but I think it was part of his gift. Now onto our presents. I'm thinking three maybe four hours."
"Three or four hours for what?" Damon scooped her up in his arms and gave a lecherous grin.
"Three or four hours of getting you to scream my name."
A few moments later the woman who had left a few moments before heard a very definitive, "Damon!" screamed in pleasure. She pulled out her phone and dialed. Three rings and then, "Hello?"
"Why hello John. It's me. I think you might want to rearrange your schedule."
"Why?"
"Because our daughter is sleeping with Damon Salvatore."
"I'll see what I can do but it will be a few weeks before I can get away."
"Well hurry up. We don't want this life for her and he will certainly ruin her."
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AN:
Remember Stefan is a very good actor and he is still having issues with the relationship.
The Miss Mystic Falls thing is in April. P.S. It will come up later why there was such a gap between her mentioning it in October and it happening in April even though she said a few weeks.
Bonnie is still AWOL.
Anna and Jeremy have a bit of a healthier relationship
Still on the fence about the introduction of the tomb vamps but Uncle/Daddy John will be coming up soon.
Review please! Also feel free to message me with questions or debates.