The calm before the storm
Damon sighed at the feeling of being enveloped by the warmth of both the hot water in the tub, as well as Elena being pressed against his chest. They had woken up early and had decided to take advantage of Elena's bathtub. Charlotte had still been asleep, so they could relax and enjoy the silence and each other.
"This is nice," Elena murmured.
Damon agreed whole heartedly and wrapped his arms around her petite frame.
Last night had been amazing. And then to wake up with her in his arms..
Elena laid her head back against his chest and pressed a little closer to him, causing her rear to brush up against him in an intimate way. The movement stirred up liquid fire in him, shooting straight down to his loins.
Damon took a deep breath and tried to focus on something else. They didn't have the time. Charlotte would wake up soon and he needed to get to work in half an hour.
"What are you going to do for mother-daughter day today?" he therefore asked her.
Elena moved a bit in his lap and Damon bit his lip. No time, Damon!
"The sun will be out today. So I was thinking about taking a stroll through the park. Maybe I'll bring a book and lay down a blanket. I can read and Charlotte can play," Elena told him.
Damon groaned in jealousy. He wanted to take the day off and join them. It was Friday after all. But he couldn't. He needed to prepare for the trial on Monday; he needed to map out exactly how he was going to tear Stefan down. It was in everybody's best interest if he did go to the office today.
"That sounds nice. I'm going to be cooped up in the office all day," he pouted.
Elena shifted again and Damon could feel himself beginning to get hard. He couldn't stop it. Was she knowingly teasing him? He leaned to the side a bit to watch Elena's face, but she had her eyes closed and seemed utterly relaxed. It didn't appear as if she was doing it on purpose.
"Poor baby. I'll think of you while I bask in the sun," Elena chuckled a bit.
Was she circling her hips? Damon could feel tiny movements against his member, but they were barely noticeable. Elena still had her eyes closed and was breathing deeply and evenly. Maybe he was imagining it. Maybe he was just too horny now that he finally had her.
But it was affecting him. He could feel himself straining for another one of her movements. When she shifted again he groaned loudly.
"Elena, if you don't sit still you'll have to pay the consequences!" he warned her.
Finally, she opened her eyes. He could see her smirking. So she was doing it on purpose! Evil little minx!
"I'm not doing anything," Elena said in faux shock.
"Yes, you are! Don't play innocent with me. If you press against me like that one more time..!"
"You mean like this?" Elena said huskily, while pressing her bottom more firmly against his now present erection.
"YES!" he hissed.
She began to slide her body back and forth a bit, making the water swirl around them. Her nipples peaked out from beneath the waters. Yep, she was now full blown turning him on!
"Elena, we don't have time for this! Charlotte will wake up soon and I can't be late for work," he choked.
But Elena paid no attention to his objectives. She took his hands in hers and guided them towards her breasts. Meanwhile she kept rocking against him.
Damon sighed.
"Fine. But if we are unable to finish this due to whatever, you are to blame. If I end up suffering all day, you'll be paying by tonight!"
Elena just grinned. She turned her head to look deep into his eyes, before tilting her head up and kissing him. Slowly at first, but the passion flared up quickly. In no time they were thrusting their tongues into each other's mouth.
Damon gently massaged her breasts, making her let out soft moans against his lips. She was so exquisite. Her, trembling in his arms, was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
He nudged her legs open underneath the waters and slipped one hand in between them. His fingers easily slipped between her folds. He thrust them in and out a few times, enjoying her sweet little growls.
Suddenly, she got out of his lap and stood up. Damon frowned at her in confusion.
"Where are you going?" he asked her.
Elena turned around and sat back down again, this time she was facing him.
"I was just getting more comfortable for this," she explained.
She locked her arms behind his neck and thrust her hips into his, creating delicious friction. Her nipples pressed against his chest
Damon felt like he had died and gone to heaven. If this was what his mornings would be like from now on, nobody would hear a peep out of him ever again.
Elena leaned forward to kiss him again, before grabbing his member in her hand and guiding herself down on it.
Damon felt his eyes roll back in his head at her scorching heat enveloping him. He rested his hands on her hips, waiting for her to be ready to start moving. It didn't take long. She bucked her hips hard into his, causing some water to slosh over the sides of the tub.
They both didn't care. Damon could tell that this was going to be hard and fast. It didn't matter if the floor got soaked.
With one hand, he grasped the side of the tub to aid better in his movements. The other hand was placed at her lower back, helping her roll her hips into him.
Elena threw her head back in pleasure and Damon kept his eyes open to enjoy the view of her riding him. All too soon, he felt the familiar sensation in his loins; he was going to come. But he needed her to get there first.
He angled his hips differently, so that he was hitting her G-spot. Elena's eyes flew open in surprise and she mewled like a kitten. Her reaction made Damon wonder if no one had ever reached that place inside of her.
He twisted and turned his hips, making sure to hit that sweet spot over and over again.
"Damon! O god, Damon! I can't.. I can't. O shit, that is sooooo… DAMON!" Elena screeched.
She went off like a firecracker, bucking her hips so hard that he wasn't sure there was any water left in the tub with all of her rocking. He thrust a few more times, before letting his own orgasm overtake him.
"That was.. I don't even have words to describe it. I feel like I'm boneless," Elena sighed, lying spent on his chest.
Damon chuckled a bit.
The moment was interrupted when a wail pierced the silence in the house. Charlotte was awake.
"Ah, right on time," Damon laughed.
"I don't think I can move," Elena complained at the disturbance.
Damon kissed the top of her head, before sliding out from underneath her and getting up.
"It's okay. You get your strength back. I'll get her," he offered.
Elena smiled gratefully at him, before closing her eyes and resting her head against the edge of the tub.
Damon wrapped a towel around his hips and padded over towards Charlotte's bedroom. He opened the door to find her sitting up in bed and crying her eyes out.
"Hey, what's all this fuss about? I'm here," he gently told her as he leaned over the side of the bed to pick her up.
Charlotte ceased her crying to stare at him in wonder.
"Not who you expected, huh? Sorry. I know I'm not your mother," he said with a smile.
He clutched her small body to his chest, only to scrunch up his nose when he smelled something.
"You stink, little lady!"
Charlotte squealed a bit and put a big smile on her face.
"Sure, you think it's funny. I've never changed a nappy before," he scowled.
Should he go get Elena? He glanced at the dresser and all the stuff that was on it; nappies, wipes, fresh clothes that Elena had already laid out the night before….It shouldn't be too difficult.
He walked with Charlotte towards the window to open up the curtains first. He needed some light for this. Then, he gently carried her towards the dresser and placed her on it.
"Now, you are going to have to help me here. Don't roll around too much. Try to lie still. You don't want your poop to end up everywhere, now do you?"
Charlotte stared at him with her big eyes, hanging onto every word he said as if she understood him.
"Okay, first things first. I need to get you out of these pyjamas."
He felt like an idiot for explaining all the steps to her. But he didn't know what else to do or say. And it seemed like Charlotte liked the sound of his voice. She would look at him and stop crying.
He gently pried the garment off of her without too much trouble. He looked at his work with pride.
"Success!"
Now came the hard part.
"Okay, I've seen your mother do this. It can't be too bad. Just try to lie still like I told you," he warned her.
He opened the nappy and felt his throat constrict at the sight of her makings. His gag reflex was in turmoil!
"Dear god, Charlotte! How are you able to produce this when your diet only consists of milk and mashed baby food?" he exclaimed.
Charlotte looked at him and giggled.
"Sure, laugh at me! You won't be laughing if I don't do this right!"
He threw the nappy into the bin next to the changing table and grabbed hold of a wipe. He immediately noticed the mistake he had made by throwing away the nappy. Her poop was getting everywhere.
"Damn!" he cursed.
Okay, he needed to get her clean first. Then he could worry about the dresser.
He wiped away all the poop that was attached to her bottom, meanwhile trying to control his gag reflex. He managed to get her somewhat clean. He was quite proud of himself!
He took a new nappy from the shelf above the dresser and stared at it in horror.
"Okay, what is the front and what is the back?"
He tried to remember how the nappy he had just thrown away had been placed on her.
"Well, it can't be too difficult. Your bottom just needs to be covered," he tried to relax himself.
He raised her small hips and slid the nappy underneath her. Okay, that looked like he was doing it right. Thank god Charlotte wasn't too difficult of a child! She just laid there and looked at him.
He closed the nappy and lifted her up from the dresser. Well, the thing seemed to stick. At least it didn't fall off of her! He cuddled her small body to his naked chest, enjoying the feel of her baby skin.
Charlotte snuggled into him and let out a content sigh. It made Damon's heart clench in his chest. He realised that he would protect this small human being with his life. Nobody was touching her!
"I love you, little girl," he told her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"Is everything okay in here?" Elena interrupted them, leaning against the doorpost.
She had already gotten dressed in the meantime and was watching them with awe.
Damon smiled at her.
"I just changed my first nappy. I think I did okay," he said proudly.
Elena walked over to them and examined his work. She then let out a chuckle.
"It's on backwards."
Damon rolled his eyes at her notification.
"I knew it! I spent five minutes looking at that thing to discover what was the front and what was the back."
Elena leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips.
"You did okay for your first time. And I appreciate the effort. Let me take her. I'll get her dressed. That way you can get ready for work."
Damon nodded gratefully and handed her the baby, who began to fuss at the interruption. His chest seemed to be her favourite place.
"Sorry, sweetie. I have to get dressed too. Your mommy will take care of you now," he told the whimpering girl.
Elena laughed at the way her daughter reached for him.
"I'm starting to feel a little unnecessary here. She always wants you," she said to Damon.
Damon kissed Elena's forehead in reassurance.
"You are her mother. She's always going to need you. I'm just someone new to play with."
He smiled at his girls and then walked away to get ready….
Damon walked into his office with a huge smile on his face. He could not conceal it. Carrying his briefcase over to his desk, he whistled a catchy tune.
"What has gotten you in such a chipper mood?" Alaric asked as he walked by his door.
Damon took off his suit jacket, before flopping down onto his chair with a grin.
"I don't know. The sun is shining, spring is coming… Life is great, Ric!"
Ric stepped into the room and examined him with a frown. He was analysing his behaviour. Then, all of sudden, it seemed to click for him.
"You got laid!" he exclaimed.
Damon leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head.
"Yep."
Alaric sat down in the chair opposite from him and leaned forward with great interest.
"So Elena Gilbert finally gave it up? Or did you run into someone else to satisfy your needs?" he wanted to know.
Damon smiled as he thought about last night and this morning.
"Let's just say Elena and I had a busy night."
Alaric's eyes widened.
"You dog! So what are you going to do now? Are you going to dump her ruthlessly? Are you going to break her heart like she broke yours all those years ago?" he asked excitedly.
Damon's face fell as he thought about his plan. He still had to tell her. He still had to let her know that they had known each other in High School. It probably wouldn't be pretty, but he hoped she could forgive him. But right now, he would just enjoy the afterglow.
"I'm not going to dump her, Ric," he told his friend, while busying himself with the papers on his desk.
Ric's eyes narrowed a bit.
"O man. You didn't! You fell in love with her!"
Damon looked up at Ric and shrugged.
"So what if I did?"
Ric got up from his seat and began to pace.
"You are setting yourself up for a fall here, Damon. There are too many things that could go wrong. For starters, you can't date your client. If Klaus finds out.. and then there's the fact that Elena could still figure out who you are and do a one eighty. It's a huge risk," he informed him.
Damon sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"I know it's a risk. But she's worth it. And I'll tell Elena who I am. She needs to know if we are going to turn this thing into something serious."
Alaric shook his head.
"I hope it works out for you, man. I really do. But I'm worried. I have a slight feeling that shit is about to hit the fan really soon here."
Damon swallowed at the thought of all hell breaking loose. He seriously hoped it wouldn't come to that.
"I hope it works out too. For the first time in my life I understand what you were trying to say when you told me how wonderful it was to be with one woman. I get it now. All the meaningless sex, all the women, nothing can ever compare to her. She's the one," he told Ric sincerely.
Ric stared at him with his mouth hanging open, as if he couldn't believe that his best friend was saying this. Damon knew how this sounded. It was very unlike him. He had never believed in 'the one'. Hell, he had never even believed in monogamy! But he did now.
"I never thought I would live to see the day that Damon Salvatore would convert to loving one woman. I can't believe what I'm seeing. But wait, Elena Gilbert has a kid. You and children never get along. How is that working out?" Ric wanted to know.
Damon smiled at the thought of Charlotte.
"I know. I hate children. But Charlotte is… I don't know. For some reason, she has me wrapped around her little finger. She is really cute. I even changed her nappy this morning."
Ric's eyes bugged out of his head and he walked over to where Damon was sitting. He then held up a hand to his forehead to feel his temperature.
"Hmm, you don't feel like you're sick," he joked.
Damon slapped his hand away with a laugh.
"Make fun of me all you want, but I'm happy. Nothing is going to ruin this for me," he said adamantly.
Ric let out a sigh.
"I hope you're right, man. I would hate to see this blow up in your face."
Damon parked his car in front of Elena's house with a sigh that night. Ric's words had put a damper on his happiness. He meant well, he knew that. Ric was just looking out for him as a friend. But now Damon had become a little worried himself.
Things could go wrong, he knew that. He just hoped they would work out in his favour.
When he opened the front door, he was surprised to see Caroline Forbes sitting in the living room. She was laughing with Elena about something.
"O hey, Damon. I'm so glad you're here. Do you want to see what I looked like in my teen years?" Elena giggled.
She walked up to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before pointing to a book that Damon knew all too well. All the blood left his face as he realised it was a High School Yearbook.
Damn! Had she recognised him? He didn't think so; otherwise she wouldn't have walked up to him so happily, with the question if he wanted to know what she looked like back then. If she knew, then she would have come to realise that he already knew what she had looked like.
"Yes, Damon. Sit down and have a look at our yearbook," Caroline said to him.
Damon squinted his eyes at her. There was something wrong with the way she had said it.
"Elena was quite the popular one in high school, Damon. So what were you? My guess is that someone who buries their noses in books to become a lawyer would have been a… nerd. Am I right?" Caroline questioned him.
Her eyes dropped down to the yearbook, towards a picture he knew all too well; his own.
Caroline knew…..
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