Next morning :)


When Elena woke up the next morning, she could tell Damon was still asleep.

His breathing was deep, and mellowed out. So she rolled out of bed, doing her best not to move him, and made her way to the shower.

Last night had been strange. She knew she wasn't into girls, she never had been, yet she'd practically had sex with one last night.

Oh god, no they'd had a threesome. She let that sink in.

She'd actually just been in a threesome.

Shaking her head, she let the memories flash through as the water cleaned her skin.

It wasn't as though she didn't enjoy the feelings, because she had. But in context, now that she thought about it, she'd practically sat there while Damon fucked another girl.

Sat there on his face, actually.

She sighed. This was wrong wasn't it? Wasn't love suppose to be about two people who only wanted to be together?

Was she not enough for Damon?

All of her repressed insecurities came rushing through her, and tears filled her eyes. What was she doing? This wasn't her. Drugs, parties, threesomes? Really, what was she doing?

However, before she could contemplate further, the door of the shower opened, and Damon stepped in, with all his naked glory.

"Hey baby," he smiled, pulling her to him. He kissed her forehead before noticing that the water on her face didn't come from the shower.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

She turned from him, "Nothing."

"Elena?" he wrapped his arms around her body, "It's not nothing if you're upset."

She shrugged, "I guess last night just caught up with me."

He was silent for a moment, and now she wished she could see his face.

"I thought you liked it..."he finally stated.

Elena sighed, "I did...I think. I don't know...it felt good, but..."

"But what?" he urged.

"It's not me, Damon."

She turned around now, "I'm not that type of girl. The kind that fucks whoever, whenever, just because they're willing."

Damon studied her, "I know that."

"I feel like this all happened so fast," she admitted, "And I know what you're like. I know that you like girls that are-"

She trailed off, blushing.

"Girls that are what?" Damon encouraged, cupping her cheek.

She dropped her gaze, "Not like me."

Damon seemed to debate before answering, "Elena look at me."

She sighed, then brought her eyes up to him, "Is that really what you think? That I'd rather have a girl like that, than you?"

She shrugged, "I know you love me, but I'm no where near your level of experience. I'm awkward and fumbling, and all these other girls know what to do, what you would like. And you've had so many that have to be better, so how can I even begin to interest you?"

To her surprise, Damon pinned her back against the wall, pressing his entire body into her.

"Damon-"

"Do you feel that?" he demanded, grinding his hips against her.

She knew that he meant his erection, which was already growing to an impressive length.

"Yes," she whispered.

"And what does that mean?" he demanded.

"Damon..."

"What does it mean, Elena?" he asked more forcefully.

She finally gave in, "That you want me."

Damon smirked, "Hell yes, I do."

Then he forced her legs apart, thrusting up inside her.


Elena moaned at the sudden intrusion.

"Never doubt how I feel about you, Elena." He told her, continuing his thrust.

"I love you, and no other girl compares to the pleasure I get from being inside you."

She focused on his words, "Then why did you get her to...come with us?"

"Because fucking is fun."

He was growing closer,and could feel Elena tightening around him, so he increased his thrusts, and soon they were both exploding.

He let her go then, allowing her to slide down into his arms, resting her head on his chest as she breathed.

"Elena, no other girl means anything to me. I've had sex a lot, yeah. I've been in threesomes, foursomes, lesbians, twins, pretty much seen it all, but you are the only girl that I've ever made love to. If anything, you can believe that."

She nodded, "I just always thought sex came with love. I'm not stupid, I know that people have casual sex, but I never wanted that for a relationship."

Damon sighed, "It's not our relationship, baby. I love you, and we do make love. Just not every time."

She looked up at him then, listening.

"There's a time and place for couples to be together, and to make love, okay?" he explained, "But there is also the fact that we are young human beings with carnal needs. And fucking feels good. Smoking feels good, Drinking feels good. Someday we are all going to be too old and responsible to enjoy all this. So yes, while I love the time I get to spend either fucking or making love to you, why not dip into every pleasure there is to have?"

Elena considered this. She could see his point, but was still hesitant.

"Okay, I get that," she allowed, "But I'm not completely comfortable with the idea."

Damon nodded, almost guiltily, "Yeah, I sort of threw it on you last night. I'm sorry about that."

She smiled, "It's okay, I just wasn't expecting it to go that far."

"Well, what if you call the shots?" he offered, "You can pick the time, the girl, everything. If you're comfortable with it."

She thought, "Maybe. I mean it wasn't that it didn't feel good..."

"It was fucking hot," Damon insisted, and she giggled.

"You're a guy, you're suppose to think that."

He shrugged, "Maybe."

"Well what if I say yes?" Elena wondered.

"Then you'd officially be the coolest girlfriend that walks this earth."

She laughed again at his enthusiasm.

"And what if I don't want just another girl," she told him.

"What do you mean?"

Elena smiled, she wasn't really interested in this, but thought it would be fun to push his buttons.

"What if I want another guy? You did say you wanted me to dip into every pleasure there is to have."

Damon froze a little, and Elena tried not to giggle.

"So you want to try a threesome...with another guy?"

Elena shrugged, enjoying his discomfort, "Maybe."

"No."

She pretended to pout, "And why not?"

"Because I want to kill any man that looks at you. You can't expect me to keep quiet when he puts his hands on you."

Elena considered this, "Well, I didn't really like the fact that some strange girl had her hands all over you, but I didn't complain..."

Damon sighed, "I know...it's just..."

He studied her face, "Fine. If you want another guy to be with us, I'll give you that, but don't expect me to be happy about it."

She smiled, kissing him, "Okay."


Later that week, she was thinking about their conversation again.

She hadn't really wanted another guy, but now that Damon had agreed, she found herself wondering what it would be like. Being caught between two hard bodies, hands groping and sliding, Hot needy breath on her neck. The thoughts alone turned her on, and she actually considered making good on the offer.

The only problem was Damon's possessiveness.

They'd went out to the club the night before, and she'd danced for hours. Mostly with Damon, but some with Caroline, Mason, and even Stefan.

A few strangers had asked her to dance while at the bar, but each time, Damon had forced her behind his body, claiming she wasn't available.

It frustrated her. Especially since females of all ages flirted with Damon and he thought nothing of it. His lack of protest when it came to them only fueled her urge to want him to watch her with another guy. The issue was that he'd never let one get close enough for her to even make the offer. Unless of course, it was someone he wouldn't freak out about her talking too.

She studied her boys across the room as they watched a game of football.

Damon was at work right now, so she didn't feel bad about checking them out.

Tyler was with Caroline, kind of. Or at least they were sleeping together, so that automatically put him out of the question. Elijah was good looking too, but she didn't feel close enough to him for that kind of an encounter.

So there was Mason and Stefan.

Mason would have been her obvious choice, if it wasn't for the fact that Damon had already warned him away from her once.

Stefan was younger, safer, but Damon's brother.

That might cause some unwanted awkwardness.

She looked back and forth between the two.

Mason or Stefan?

Either would let her get back at Damon for his shameless flirting, yet she knew she had to be careful, as not to cross a line. Damon's jealousy was something she knew better than to take lightly. Thinking this, she made her choice. As there would be only one of the two that Damon would feel completely comfortable with. Would feel in control with.


"Hey Stefan, can I talk to you for a sec?" she asked, motioning toward the stairs.

He glanced up from the commercial that was now on, and nodded, "Sure."

Hiding her nervousness, she put on a mask of courage and walked up the stairs to the room she shared with Damon.

As she predicted, he followed.

Stefan seemed almost unsure as he came into the room, "What's up?"

Before she could change her mind, Elena grabbed him, bringing his head down to hers in a hard kiss. He responded instantly, his arm slipping around her waist and his mouth fast against hers.

Then he pushed her away as his sense took over, "What the hell?"

Elena smiled, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Elena, what are you doing?"

She shrugged, "Experimenting."

Stefan shook his head, "We can't...you're Damon's girl..."

Elena sighed, "I'm well aware of that. However, Damon and I have come to an agreement."

Stefan raised an eyebrow, so she continued, "Damon wants to bring other girls into the bed. So it's only fair that I can have another guy..."

Stefan still seemed confused, "But I'm his brother...that's-"

"Exactly why it'll be okay," she told him, "Stef, you know how Damon gets. He's never going to let a stranger into this bed. But he trusts you."

"He trusts me, because he knows I'd never fuck you," Stefan pointed out, making Elena smirk.

"So you're saying that you wouldn't? Given the chance?"

Stefan groaned, "Fuck, Elena. You're hot, anybody with eyes can see that, and yes, if things were different, I would have fucked you the second you came on to me, but I can't. Damon-"

"Is going to have to get over himself," Elena pointed out, "If he wants this whole thing to work, then he's going to have to accept guys as well as girls. Please, Stefan, you're the only person he would feel comfortable with. Besides, it's not like I'm asking you two to do anything with each other. Just me."

Stefan considered this, before sighing, "Fine. If you can get Damon to agree with it, I'll do it."

Elena smiled, throwing her arms around him, "Thanks Stef."

He nodded, "No problem."

Elena let him go then, and the two went back down stairs.

Damon couldn't get home soon enough.


Next chapter will, obviously, have more smut!

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