A/N Here we are, the long-awaited chapter. So as not to keep you all too delayed, just wanna say thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy! Notice that this is my shortest author's note? Oh yeah, it's because it's a smut chapter. Shit, did I really just admit that?

Chapter 9

"It's soundproof, stop worrying," Damon said, as he tried unsuccessfully to pull Elena onto his lap, heavy gown and all.

When it became apparent that she didn't want to budge, he decided to sidle up even closer to her, the heat from her body radiating onto his. He was hell-bent on coaxing her with soft, wet kisses to the side of the neck.

"Seriously Damon," she said, halfheartedly trying to push him away. "Anthony is in the front seat, mainly because you mauled me when we got in! Does that mean nothing to you at all?"

He shook his head, exasperating her. "My only interest is having fun with you inside this limo. Please see my previous point. It's soundproofed."

"Forgive my caution," she said, giving him a dose of his own sarcasm, "but this thing was soundproofed for humans, not 775-year old vampires. Who knows how much he can hear? Not gonna happen."

"You're no fun," he said, along with an overkill puppy-dog look and a pout. "Just you wait, Elena. Once we get back to the hotel, you're never gonna get out of the room."

"Oh?" She summoned her sexiest remark, though she blushed as she did so. "Then that means we don't get to do it in other places. How boring would that be, if you think about it?"

He smirked at her. "Wherever this sex kitten display is coming from, I like it. Bottle it up for me, I want lots of it later."

"Whatever you say, Damon," Elena said, trying to keep her demeanor light and unaffected. Fifteen seconds of tension-filled silence passed, and then finally he spoke.

His voice was strong and sure in its conviction. "By the way, you know I love you, right?"

She responded with a kiss that didn't end until their vehicle stopped near the hotel's private entrance.


She was drowning in his smell, her senses determined to memorize his unique scent. For a fleeting moment she thought of the sea breeze, its smell clean and refreshing. In the same breath, her thoughts turned to the fragrance of musk and spice, deep and arousing. After some more contemplation on her quandary, she finally gave up. Knowing she would never come to a conclusion, she named his scent after him. It was uniquely Damon.

Much the same way she was floating in a haze of olfactory stimulation, she could also feel the wood of the door against her back, hear the rip of her dress under his merciless fingers. The fabric of his clothing pressed against Elena's partly-bared skin as he spoke.

"You have no idea, my sexy little sweetheart," he said, his lips attacking her shoulder, "no fucking idea how long I've waited for this."

A second passed and she heard another rip, her dress pooling onto the rug. His hands wasted no time, roaming over the skin being newly-revealed.

Much to his deep satisfaction, Elena decided to give as good as she got, raggedly pulling on Damon's shirt until the buttons popped. "I think I do have a tiny idea, but who knows, right?" She ran her hand over his chest, nails scratching slightly over the expanse of perfect, lean muscle.

As her hands continued their exploration, she felt his arousal pressing insistently against her core. "Tiny, huh?" he said, his voice a low rasp. "Come on Elena, you and I both know there's nothing tiny about anything."

He drove her against the door again, craving even more friction as he frantically kissed her clavicle, drawing a long moan from her lips.

"Well, like I said, who knows?" she said, her voice breathy as she spoke. "I certainly don't. I've never seen what you claim to be sporting, Damon." She closed her eyes to tease him. "What if it's scary and I hate it?"

Wearing a wicked grin, Damon pulled her hand and guided her as they both worked to undo his pants. Placing her hand straight on his cock, he gave her a small thrust forward and whispered, "Why don't you go and see then?"

Once she opened her eyes, the preening vampire smirked at her stunned expression. By the look of desire on her face, Elena clearly thought his nakedness was glorious. As if impelled by some irresistible force, her eyes stayed firmly locked on his throbbing erection. The sight of it reduced her into silence.

In the end, all she could say was, "Oh."

"Like what you see?" he said in a whisper, laying hot kisses onto her jaw. He let his eyes gaze over her form, burning her with his cerulean orbs. "I sure do."

Whatever teasing remark he had next, it died in his throat when her hand decided to make even more contact with his cock. He hissed when she pumped her hand twice, and then abruptly pulled away.

"I like what I see, and I like what I just felt," she said, giving him a rather brazen smile as one of her nails scored lightly against his throat.

Her audacity riled Damon, the smile still on her face as he ripped the laces on the corset she was wearing. "Women in 1864 were never this fucking sexy." He pressed his naked hardness against her once more, coating it with her warm wetness. "Feel that, Elena. See what you fucking do to me?"

"Yep, I see it. Your turn though," she said, pulling him ever closer towards her. "Like what you see?"

He didn't give her a chance to react as he suckled hungrily on her breast. After a few moments, he moved to the other one, ravishing it with the same fevered attention. "I love it," he finally said, moving to nip her neck with blunt teeth, as he lifted her up to wrap her legs around his waist. Before long, Elena felt the quick whoosh of his motion as he carried her to bed.

Gently depositing her in the middle of it, he returned to the task at hand. He began with her lips, pinning her hands as he plundered her mouth. His tongue fought with hers, so much an echo of their own volatile behaviors. Once he resoundingly won out, Elena closed her eyes and gave in to the overwhelming sensations he produced. Damon had brought his whole arsenal to their encounter, that much was certain. His tongue blazed a wet trail of fire down her skin, ending on her inner thigh while Elena writhed uselessly.

"Stop teasing…" she said in a whisper, aching for him, waiting for his torture to end.

"What do you want me to do?" he said, his teeth and tongue wreaking havoc on the soft skin, so close to where she desired him most. "Tell me, Elena."

"Damon, please…"

"Please what? Tell me," he said, coaxing her to let go of her inhibitions. He looked up at her, waiting for the inevitable moment of surrender. One second passed - an interminable wait. He finally reached four-and-a-half, before she broke for him.

"Damon, please. Lick me, fuck me, I don't care. Just do it and let me burn."

He chuckled at the admission, his mind already clouded with lust. Lowering his voice, he said, "I can never deny you what you ask, especially when you ask so prettily." Giving her his most predatory smile, he was soon devouring her like a man long-starved, an accurate description in retrospect. If his satisfied growls were any indication, her moans only spurred him on further.

"Oh God," she said, gripping the sheets as her hips bucked up to meet his pillaging mouth. "Don't stop…"

"Never," he whispered, before he used his tongue to probe into her heat, agitated and desperate to taste every single drop of her sweetness. The sudden but welcome intrusion earned him a keening wail. He continued without any signs of slowing, her intoxicating flavor embedded forever into every recess of his pleasure-addled brain.

Given the constant onslaught of his efforts, it didn't take long at all for Elena to tread the careful edge of oblivion. One part of her wanted it to go on and on without stopping, the other part wanted it to end lest she die from the pleasure.

Sensing her approaching release, Damon made the choice for her. In one fluid motion, he drove himself inside her to the hilt, fighting not to move as she rode out the waves of her climax with a scream. Finally, in the midst of her aftershocks, he began to move in long and powerful strokes.

Somewhat in a haze, she told him, "Not yet, can't take it," but he paid that no mind as he continued.

"Trust me," he said, his thrusts picking up a rhythm as his hands held her hips almost hard enough to bruise. As before, he was kissing what he could reach, if not losing himself as he paid homage to her breasts. True to his word, his skills caused the fire to rage inside her again, subjecting his cock to the constantly delicious clenching of her walls. The sensation prompted him to growl, causing a definite increase in his force.

For Elena's part, she let herself fall into the sweet storm of destruction, loving the sensations he expertly wrought upon her. Locking her legs tightly around him, she moaned in a low voice, her nails digging into the skin of his back.

"Go faster," she urged him, raking her nails downward. "Harder!" The sturdy hotel bed began to creak under their impassioned assault.

"Fuck, Elena," he said with a groan, growling again as he felt her nails gouge slightly into his skin. Every thrust had him shuddering. "You're killing me!"

"That's it, Damon," she said, desperately pulling him in even more as she kissed whatever patch of his skin was closest. She didn't know why or how, she only knew that she wanted him, craved him more than anything she had ever known.

Sinking down into her neck, he willed his pleasure to show through his voice. He rasped into her ear, "So. Fucking. Good." He punctuated each word with a passionate surge of his hips, the rhythm of his movement growing more disjointed and forceful by the second.

"Fuck Damon, I'm so close…" Elena finally said, after a seemingly infinite series of thrusts from him. With her resolve and commitment unwavering, she finally bared her neck to him in a silent gesture of permission.

"Are you…"

"Do it, Damon. I want you to do it." She pulled his head down, watching his fangs protract and his eyes grow bloodshot. "I need you to."

"Elena…" he said, still slamming into her with abandon as he fought to keep his urges in check.

Before he could utter another protest, she kissed him deeply, their mouths colliding in a fury of tongues, teeth and fangs. "I'm sure of this, Damon," Elena said, coaxing him with her passion. "I love you. Now please, before I die from this pleasure, bite me already!"

Unable to resist, he finally gave in.

"I love you, Elena," he said, as he licked the side of her neck in preparation. "I'll fucking love you forever." A second later his fangs sank in, both of them falling into an abyss of perfection.

With Damon's lips still attached to her neck, the two held each other, endlessly wracked by shudders amidst the sound of growls and screams. They lost themselves over and over for the next six hours.


"Wow…" Elena finally said, after what seemed like an eternity. The early morning light was already filtering in through the near window. "Why on fucking Earth did it take us so long to do that?"

"Because you were stubborn and so was I," Damon said, chuckling as he held her against him. Gazing down at her from his seated position on the bed, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "Say it again. I need to hear it."

It was her turn to smile. "I love you, Damon."

"Just once more, sweetheart," he said, delighted that he could use such endearments with her now.

Moving upwards from her place on his chest, she pulled him into an embrace. She made sure to emphasize the appropriate parts as she said, "I, Elena Gilbert, love you, Damon Salvatore. I love you without question and I'll be faithful to you beyond any doubt."

Damon pressed yet another kiss to her lips. "I love you too, don't forget that. I always will."

Those were the last words exchanged between them, before they both sank down into the covers. Finally bearing smiles of shared contentment and happiness, they both held each other and drifted off. To their mutual delight, it was a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

A/N So, I'm making a special request here. Please share your thoughts and comments, alright? I wanna know, did I do okay or did it suck? Also, are there any special ideas you might want me to incorporate into the oh-so-awesome morning after?

Anyway, truly looking forward to the reviews, and I hope we hit the 120s mark soon! Next chapter, the two are going shopping - I think you all know what happens in fitting rooms, right? Alternatively, I could make it totally PG, but that would be no fun. See you all on the other side!