AN: I didn't even realise how long it had been since I updated, super busy and time just flies by! Still haven't gotten around to review replies but I promise I will for this chapter! Longest one yet, probably the longest their will be at a beefy 10K! Enjoy and good luck making your way through it!
Outfits: Polyvore - amygerrard
Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Vampire Diaries' or 'How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days'.
Day Eight
"This is where you grew up?"
Elena gaped at the mansion in front of her; there was no other way to describe it, a building that big couldn't possibly be called a house. The taxi rolled into the circular driveway, the gravel crunching beneath the tires as it curved to a stop in front of the large, ornate front doors. Her jaw was practically unhinged as Damon pulled her through the yellow door, leaving her standing at the bottom of the steps as he fetched their bags from the boot of the taxi.
Elena stared up at the building in front of her, the beauty of it simply astounding her. The architecture was typically of the twentieth century and though the sharp edges and towering structure should have made it look sinister, the warm brown of the bricks and the soft grey of the tiled roof caused a warm sensation of relief to bloom in her chest and put her imagination at ease. The mansion looked so inviting that she found her foot already lifting into the air as she prepared to move up the steps when Damon sidled up beside her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist.
"It used to be a boarding house in the 1900s and it was passed down through the generations. It's a bit ostentatious but if you have a resident as awesome as me, it just kind of fits, right?" he smirked, nudging her arm with his elbow until she finally released the giggle that she had been so desperately trying to hold back.
"You're so up yourself," she snarked, rolling her eyes at him.
"I'd rather be up you," he teased, wriggling his eyebrows at her salaciously.
Elena shook her head at him, though she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips and she didn't fail to notice the shit-eating grin that he gave her in response. Her eyes trailed over the boarding house; the wide open windows pulling her in as the rays from the sun seeped over the roof, the light causing the leaves to shine with greater vibrancy as the oranges, greens and yellows contrasted sharply and beautifully against the blue sky. Her eyes drifted over the lush, green grass that wrapped lovingly around the bases of the tall trees that were swaying gently in the autumn breeze. Her hand moved subconsciously as she reached out towards the nearby plant and trailed her index finger over the delicate petal before rubbing her fingers together as she smelt the herb scent on her fingertips.
"What is this?" she smiled, leaning down to smell the centre of the purple flowers. "It smells beautiful."
"It's an herb called vervain," Damon explained, plucking off one of the little flowers as he brushed it along the length of her cheekbone in a sensual move. "It was said to ward off demons -vampires- so that they couldn't mess with your head."
"It feels like you're messing with my head right now," she confessed breathlessly, her doe eyes darting up to his.
"Really?" he smiled, pulling her closer so their chests were pressed intimately together. "Well, I can tell you that I'm no supernatural creature but I'm not sure I can say the same of you."
"Oh?" Elena frowned.
"Mmmhmm," he nodded, curling his fingers around her ear as he moved the hair away from her face. "I'd say you were from heaven because of how you make me feel but then I remember how much of a temptation you are and I'm more inclined to lean towards hell."
"It doesn't sound like I'm a good temptation, then," she contemplated, rubbing her nose against his as she breathed heavily onto his parted lips.
"Au contraire," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her mouth. "You're the best kind of temptation, the one I love indulging in."
Elena froze. Love? Had he really just mentioned love in regards to her? Before she could think about it any further though, he pressed his lips to hers and all rational thought was erased from her brain. He had that effect on her, like he was some type of drug. With each kiss, she became more addicted. Addiction was a bad thing but when she thought about being addicted to Damon, she couldn't say that she minded. After all, he was always more than willing to give her her fix when she craved it -him.
His tongue slipped between her parted lips and twirled effortlessly with hers as his hands moved to her lower back, arching her up as he pressed his growing arousal against her core. Her tip-toes scraped against the gravel as she surrendered herself over to his hold and was left totally and utterly dependent on him to keep her up. She was trusting him not to let her go, to keep her safe in his arms. She moaned softly, cupping the sides of his neck as she rolled her hips against his, pride blossoming in her chest when an animalistic growl rumbled from his throat.
"Damon," she sighed when they pulled apart, the need for air the only thing that could separate them.
"Sometimes, I wish we didn't have to breathe," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. It was as if that simple contact of their heads was enough for him to be able to read her mind. "Then I would never have to stop kissing you."
"What if I needed to use the bathroom?" she laughed, her eyes twinkling brightly.
Damon groaned, "Fine, I might let you leave these lips for that."
"You're pretty special, you know that?" she smiled, pecking his lips in a tender kiss.
He looked down at her warily, his blue eyes swimming with emotion. "I'm starting to believe it, yeah."
"We should probably go inside," Elena muttered, the nerves causing her breaths to increase as the jitteriness took over her entire body.
"Hey," he smiled, taking her face in his hands. "They're going to adore you."
"Are you sure I look all right?" she questioned warily, her fingers tugging at the cream strap of her shoulder bag that rested against her stomach.
Her eyes quickly flitted over her outfit. Maybe I should have dressed up more, she thought, looking at Damon in all of his effortlessly sexy glory. His blue shirt complimented his eyes and the dark jeans he wore did incredible things for that glorious ass of his; she had already checked him out when they were walking up the steps to get onto the plane. It had taken all of her self control not to grab it but she had restrained herself when she noticed the two gawking children behind her in the queue.
Still, it didn't stop her from taking a teasing pinch when he moved to sit down on the off-white leather of the aeroplane seat. Damon had waved a warning finger at her then, simply telling her that it gave him free reign of her body in public and she had no right to complain after groping him. The mischievous look in his eyes had sent a shiver of anticipation through her body; she had found that Damon had the most delicious concepts of punishment.
Her mind drifted back to the present, her eyes scanning up from her brown, heeled ankle boots to her lean legs that were wrapped in burgundy coloured skinny jeans. Her palm trailed over the fabric of her top, the cream contrasting against her olive skin, as her fingers played with the flowers that adorned her top. She swept her curls around her shoulders, the mahogany locks providing her with the comfort and security she was needing.
"You look... well, I would say breath-taking but I've seen you naked," he winked, rubbing his hand up her bare arm. "You look beautiful, though."
"Thank you," she blushed.
It still felt strange getting compliments from him because here he was, this Adonis-like man telling her that she was beautiful, stunning and breath-taking when she just felt plain and ordinary next to him.
Damon narrowed his eyes at her, tapping his finger against her nose lightly, causing her to scrunch it up adorably. "Stop being all self-depreciating. You're hot, deal with it."
Elena giggled, wrapping her arms around his waist as she pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat and breathed in the scent of his musky cologne.
"Ready to meet the Adams family?" he teased, picking up their bags and leading her up the steps.
"Don't say that, you're making me more nervous," she scolded him, gripping his arm tightly as he slowly turned the doorknob.
Here goes nothing, she thought as she stepped over the threshold, closely behind Damon.
"So, this is it," Damon gestured around him in a wide armed movement.
"Wow," she breathed out in awe.
The high ceilings and the warm reds, browns and golds already made her feel comfortable and her posture visibly relaxed. Her eyes widened as she scanned the parlour in front of her, it looked like the whole house had been taken straight out of the pages of a period drama. The furniture was all wood and the décor was old but chic and definitely not out-dated.
Before she could wonder any further, a woman in her mid-fifties rushed out of a nearby entryway. She was beautiful and it was clear that her son took after her, from her black, although now greying, hair and her shockingly bright blue eyes. The woman had rounded curves and it was easy to tell that she must have been a knock-out in her prime. Although her looks were, of course, something to be gazed upon, it was her smile that Elena found the most beautiful. Her pearly white teeth shone out against her pink lips and she moved towards them with a grace that only she would be able to uphold when she was currently wearing an apron that had smears of sauces all over it along with a dusting of flour.
"You must be Elena," the woman greeted her, cupping Elena's hands in hers before pressing two soft kisses to her cheeks. "It's so great to finally meet you."
"Elena," Damon gestured towards his mother, "this is my mother, Luciana."
"Oh, please," Luciana waved her hand dismissively. "Call me Cici."
Elena nodded, smiling politely. "It's very nice to meet you, Cici. You have a wonderful home."
"Damon," Luciana grinned, pulling her son down for a hug as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"It's nice to see you, too, Ma," he murmured, because it was; he hadn't seen his mother in a couple of months due to work and the fact that he dreaded his visits because of the unavoidable meetings with his father. "You two can stay in Damon's old room in the east wing. You won't be disturbed there because Stefan's room is under construction so he and Lexi are staying in one of the guest rooms next to ours in the west wing."
Damon felt a leering smirk cover his face as he left their bags beside the front door and interlocked his fingers with Elena's, giving them a reassuring squeeze as he followed his mother into the kitchen. A small smile covered his lips as he inhaled the mouth-watering scent of home-made Italian cuisine; his mother's cooking was something that could not be beaten.
"What are we making?" he asked, rubbing his hands together gleefully as he moved towards the counter where he immediately picked up a knife and began chopping up the vegetables there.
Elena stood warily in the doorway, watching as Damon and Luciana moved around the kitchen effortlessly, their ease of working with food was almost palpable. She smiled as Luciana batted away Damon's hand when he tried to steal one of the chocolate-chip cookies that had been left to cool on a silver tray.
"Elena, dear," Luciana smiled, moving towards her and pulling her into the kitchen by the hand. "Would you like to help out?"
Elena hesitated, she wasn't that much of a cook but the open and encouraging look in Luciana's blue eyes gave her the confidence she needed and she found her head nodding in agreement.
Damon chuckled, "I'm not sure you should let her anywhere near the food, Ma, she burns toast."
Elena scowled, pushing at his stomach though he failed to move even an inch. She rolled her eyes at his cocky smirk. "You turned up the dial and you know it!" She wagged her finger at him knowingly.
Luciana gazed at the couple softly, her chest filling with hope as she watched her commitment-phobe of a son brush a soft kiss against Elena's temple. She had tried, over the years, to find a woman that matched Damon and would be perfect for him in every way but it appeared he had done it himself. She had feared that Katherine had ruined him; his young heart had been shattered at her hands but the young woman had still managed to keep a hold of him.
"Bathroom is just around the corner, first door on your left," Damon instructed, turning Elena around by her shoulders as he moved her towards the door. "Remember to wash your hands, I'm a germaphobe."
"Damon, you don't have to tell me that," Elena laughed, rubbing the hand on her shoulder mockingly. "I've seen your apartment, there's not even one little speck of dust."
He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he watched her walk out of the kitchen. He found his eyes lingering on the empty space she had occupied, only his mother's soft cough breaking him out of his reverie.
"Yes?" he groaned, turning to meet his mother's inquisitive stare.
Luciana shook her head, a soft smile on her face. "I didn't say anything," she murmured, raising her hands defensively.
"Yes," he acquiesced, moving to stand beside her as he continued to chop the onions and garlic. "But I know that you want to. Do you not like her?"
Luciana squeezed his bicep softly, gently encouraging him to meet her gaze. "If you like her, I like her."
"You didn't like Katherine," Damon scoffed.
"Ah," his mother smiled, rolling her eyes slightly. "She was an exception. Elena, though, she seems to make you happy and it's been a while since I've seen that lovesick puppy expression on your face."
Damon scowled, "I do not have a lovesick puppy face. This face is only equipped with sexy expressions." He smirked as his mother laughed; he always found he experienced a sense of pride in making her create that tinkling sound, something that his father rarely did.
"You are very conceited, dear, I'm not sure where you got it from," she mock scolded him, moving towards the stove as she set up the pans on the hob. "I'm not sure how Elena puts up with you."
"Well, I fought enough for a date with her but I wore her down, she just can't resist my charm."
"Oh, really?" Elena giggled as she leaned against the door-jamb. "You are so cocky."
Damon wriggled his eyebrows at her, "You would know."
"Damon," Luciana mumbled. "Not in front of your mother."
"Sorry, Ma," he apologised, kissing her soft cheek. "Now, come on, Elena, let's see if you can succeed in not burning down the kitchen."
Elena crossed her arms against her chest defiantly, "Is that a challenge, Mr Salvatore?"
Damon nearly groaned at the way his surname rolled off of her tongue and by the teasing glint in her doe eyes, she knew exactly what kind of effect it had on his body. "Would you accept it if it was?"
"Maybe."
"Ok," Luciana laughed, pulling on Elena's hand as she led her to the counter. "Enough with the flirting, we have a meal to prepare."
Elena blushed; she had forgotten that anyone else was in the room with them. That seemed to be happening a lot these days; whenever Damon was around, he monopolised her attention. He consumed her every thought and she couldn't help but get wrapped up in all that he was. It should have scared her but it didn't, she enjoyed giving herself over to him because she knew that he wouldn't hurt her. He had a reputation of hurting women, of course, but her gut just told her that she was the exception. Just as he was the exception for her, he was the only man who had ever truly made her feel alive.
Luciana instructed Elena to knead the dough she had prepared earlier as she began cooking the minced steak. Elena huffed in exertion as she rolled the thick mixture against the counter before flipping over to knead the other side.
"Here," Damon muttered, moving to stand behind her as he covered her hands with his. "This is how you do it," he instructed. He pressed the heel of her palm against the dough and pushed their joined hands away from their bodies. He guided her fingertips to the edge of the dough as he gently pulled it back and folded it into the centre before rotating it slightly and repeating the process.
"See," he purred, his hips circling against her ass. "It's not that hard," he jerked his hips forward, a cocky smirk crossing his face when she let out a startled gasp. He bent down, nuzzling his face against her neck before whispering in her ear, "Think you've got the hang of it?"
Elena nodded silently; she was unsure whether or not she would be able to formulate words at this point without letting a moan escape.
"Damon, leave the poor girl alone," Luciana grumbled, though she couldn't help but smile at her son's proud grin.
Damon had smiled more times in Elena's presence than she had seen for a long time and it was obvious that they were absolutely smitten with each other. She may have been in her mid-fifties but even she wouldn't have missed the longing glances they shared, their secret smiles, how their bodies were constantly touching whether it be hip to hip, an arm on a lower back or a hand on a stomach. She remembered when she had acted like that, but that was a very long time ago. These days, Guiseppe was far too busy with work and when he wasn't, he was normally locked up in his study. It pained her and she had thought that Guiseppe's constant criticism of their eldest son would have ruined him for women. She was glad that it hadn't though, because she had, for a while now, assumed that he would end up alone but she could tell that Elena made him feel whole. The happiness practically radiated from his body and she knew that it was all down to this tiny slip of a girl.
"So, how long have you two known each other?" Luciana questioned, desperately trying to keep the impassive expression on her face.
"Just over a week." Damon frowned, had it really only been that long? He turned to Elena and noticed the soft, knowing smile on her face. It felt like he had known her forever, the effect she had had on his life was already astounding. He didn't feel so lonely, so empty, anymore.
"Damon, my man!"
Elena turned towards the sound of the sudden exclamation and surveyed the man who had just entered the kitchen. His green eyes caught her attention first, they were so bright and open and she would've thought they were some of the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen if she hadn't of encountered Damon's liquid blue gaze. His features were sharp with his strong jaw, pointed nose and sculpted lips. He looked muscular but she preferred Damon's more lean body. She watched as they engaged in what could only be determined as a 'guy hug' equipped with manly laughs and thumping palms to backs.
"Elena," Damon motioned, wrapping his arm around the other man's neck. "This is my baby bro, Stefan."
She smiled warmly, "It's very nice to meet you." She shook his outstretched hand, blushing slightly when she noticed his incessant gaze.
Damon rolled his eyes, slapping his brother on the back of the head as he moved towards Elena and wrapped a, what she considered, territorial arm around her waist. "I get it, she's hot but the stalker stare is doing nothing for you, brother."
Stefan laughed, showing off his pearly white teeth. "Actually, Damon, I was seeing if she had anything wrong with her." At his brother's perplexed expression, Stefan continued, "I mean, there has to be if she hanging around you."
Damon scowled, taking advantage of Stefan's lapse in concentration when he laughed at his own joke to grab his brother and wrap him up in a chokehold. The two men struggled with each other in a battle of strengths, Luciana and Elena watching on in awe as the pair acted like children.
"What's that, Steffie? You don't like it when your hero hair-do gets messed up?" Damon mocked, running his hand against the sandy blonde hair vigorously.
Stefan growled and hooked his leg between Damon's as he used his other to knock against the back of his brother's knee, sending them both sprawling onto the tiled floor in a tangle of limbs.
"Seriously?"
Elena glanced up from the brothers on the floor and her eyes widened as a blonde walked through the door. She was gorgeous, effortlessly so in her standard blue jeans and white T-shirt combination. Her waist-length blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight from the windows and her full lips were set in a tanned face with little, chipmunk-like cheeks. In short, she was model-worthy.
Elena followed her cue as the blonde pulled Stefan up from the ground. She reached her hand down towards Damon, electric shocks shooting up her arm when he shot her a bashful grin and tangled his fingers with hers. He lifted himself from the ground, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she dusted off some of the flour from his shirt and shot him a playful smirk.
"I swear," the blonde huffed, "it's like you're seven all over again."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Damon mocked, placing his hand over his heart as he shot her an -obviously fake- apologetic look. "I guess we haven't matured as much as you, Lex Luthor."
The blonde shot him a glare, crossing her arms against her chest indignantly. "I told you not to call me that."
"I'm surprised you ended up with my brother," he mused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "He was always the superhero and yet, he fell for the villain."
"Hi," the blonde smiled cheerfully, ignoring Damon completely as she stretched her hand out towards Elena. "Alexia Branson but you can call me Lexi. And, you are?"
"Elena Gilbert."
"My girlfriend," Damon chimed in smugly, failing to notice Elena's slightly wide-eyed look.
They had never discussed it, sure Elena felt like his girlfriend but to hear him actually call her that? Well, it didn't look like she would be eating at dinner. At least, not when the butterflies were going rampant inside her stomach.
"Oh, honey," Lexi sighed, her face one of total devastation. "I am so sorry for what you have to endure."
Damon smirked sarcastically, "Ha-fuc-"
"Damon Francesco Salvatore!" Luciana exclaimed, hitting his arm with a wooden spoon.
"Ow, Ma," he grumbled, rubbing the spot where she had him dramatically.
"You know the rules," she scolded.
He rolled his eyes, "Those were for when I was teenager. I'm twenty-eight."
"That may be," she acquiesced, "but while you are under my roof, there will be no swearing."
Stefan chuckled quietly, holding his hands up in defence when Damon sent him a glare. He pulled on Lexi's hand until they were both seated on the stools surrounding the island.
"So," Elena drawled as she stepped over towards the counter and continued kneading the bread. "Francesco, huh?"
"Ugh, don't start," he pleaded, bumping his hip against hers. "It's Italian, of course I had to have it. It's not as bad as Antonio over there."
Elena pulled her lips into her mouth, desperately trying to hold in her giggles as Stefan scowled at his older brother.
"Sometimes, I wish I was an only child," Stefan snarked, smiling sarcastically.
Damon arched his eyebrow, "Up until you came along, I was."
"Come on, boys," Luciana interjected. "Enough sparring. Either cook or leave."
Elena smiled and shared a knowing look with Lexi as the Salvatore brothers immediately got to work preparing the dough she had kneaded into spaghetti. They were mommy's boys.
"You can just sit in that seat beside Damon, dear," Luciana instructed, gently directing Elena into a nearby chair.
Well, she thought, chair was probably an understatement. The ornate wood of the feet were curled into twists and the cushions were covered in a rich cream fabric that had her hoping they wouldn't be drinking red wine. She shuffled herself beneath the mahogany dining table, being wary to ensure that she didn't scratch the pristine wood.
"Relax," Damon teased into her ear, causing her to jump at his close proximity. "No one could be mad at such a pretty face if you do ruin anything."
Elena tilted her head, offering him a tight-lipped smile, "Thanks for that, I feel so much better."
Damon chuckled, reaching across the table to pick up the bolognese as he began spooning it onto both his and Elena's china plates. "Watch you don't scrape these," he jested, clinking his fingernail against the gold-rimmed plate. "They're very delicate."
"Oh, just ignore him," Luciana interrupted, swatting at Damon's arm as she made her way over to the chair beside Elena.
Elena brushed off his hand as it began to creep up her thigh beneath the table, shooting him a glare that he simply smirked at. "Was he always like this?" she mused. "So badly behaved?"
"Oh, yes!" Luciana chortled. "But then he had that little smile of his so he was never in trouble for very long. I'm sure there are photos of it."
"No," Damon grunted when he noticed that Elena's wide, doe eyes were focused on him. "Don't even give me that pouty lip." He flicked his index finger against her jutted out lip as she gave him her best puppy-dog eyes. He sighed audibly, knowing that it was damned near impossible for him to say no to her. "Fine."
Elena clapped her eyes gleefully, "Please tell me there are embarrassing ones!"
"His whole life has been an embarrassment, right Damon?"
Everyone at the table froze, their eyes darting simultaneously towards the entryway. Elena watched as a man with greying hair marched through the door before settling himself at the head of the table as if nothing had happened. He flicked open his napkin, draping it over his lap as he began serving himself silently. His green eyes startled her when he pierced her with his gaze, freezing her in her place. There was such coldness there, so unlike his youngest son's whose eyes practically danced with joy and happiness. She could see where Damon and Stefan had got their strong jaw lines from though their father's, at least she presumed he was their father, was disguised by the wrinkles of his skin. His brow was heavily furrowed, too many late nights spent pouring over cases she thought. His face was sunken with age and, unlike Luciana, he had not aged well.
"So," he mumbled around a mouthful of spaghetti. "Which number are you?"
Elena gulped, the question startling her as he pointed the spear of his fork at her chest. "E-excuse me?" she stammered, looking desperately at Damon.
"Guiseppe," Luciana scolded from the other end of the table, shooting Elena an apologetic glance though it was obvious that her comment held no authority over Guiseppe.
"I mean," Guiseppe choked out coldly, "he normally has more than one flavour of the week. Let's see, it's Monday so I'm guessing you're what? Two, three maybe?"
Damon's jaw clenched audibly as his grip on his fork tightened. "Enough," he growled lowly.
"Oh, come on," Guiseppe chortled. Elena flinched at the sound, his bark of icy laughter slicing through her ear drums. "You don't have a reputation for nothing. So what, pray tell me, my dear, attracts you to him the most? The fame or the money?"
"Dad," Stefan interjected, thumping his hands down onto the table. "Leave it."
"What?" the older man scoffed. "I'm just asking because it has to be one of those two reasons. Actually, it could be both, right Damon?"
Elena placed her hand over Damon's underneath the table, giving it a sympathetic squeeze as she watched him swallow harshly.
Guiseppe shrugged carelessly. "Maybe I'm just making an assumption here because really, what else does he have going for him?"
The whole table was stunned into silence at his harsh words but as Elena looked at Damon's crestfallen face that spoke of acceptance, she knew that she couldn't stand for it.
"You know what, Mr Salvatore?" Elena spat, shrugging off Damon's restraining hand and his soft plea of her name. "Damon has grown into a great man and you resent him for that because he did it all by himself. You probably can't even recognise what a great man looks like after having to stare at yourself in the mirror for so many god-damned years. I've only known your family for an extremely short time but I can already tell that you have no reason to be this jaded, not with this kind of love surrounding you. The truth is, you're just an old man who makes himself feel better by belittling others. Does it give you a kick? Seeing that flash of pain in their eyes or that wince as your words hit them with their full effect. Guiseppe Salvatore, not happy with himself so he aims to make everyone else feel the same way, but maybe I'm just making an assumption, huh?"
Guiseppe froze, his green eyes locked with hers in a battle of wills that she was not going to stand down from. An indeterminable amount of time later, the scrape of a chair broke their eye contact as Guiseppe pushed himself away from the table. His cutlery clattered onto the china as he stalked out of the room, talking the icy atmosphere with him. Elena released the breath she didn't know she had been holding in one long exhale as she felt herself being bundled into Damon's arms.
"Thank you," he whispered against her ear and she heard the faint, almost undistinguishable catch in his voice. She brushed the stray raven locks off his forehead as she pulled back from his embrace, sighing softly as he pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss.
"Wow," Stefan chuckled breathlessly, leaning back in his chair as he shared a mutual look of awe and admiration with Lexi.
Elena blushed under their gaping stares, her eyes flitting over to Luciana who was sitting stiffly in her chair. "Cici, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have-"
"Hush, child," she interjected tearfully. "Do not apologise for that. You've done a lot more for him than I ever did."
Damon frowned, reaching for his mother's hand across the table. "Ma-"
"No," she whispered, dabbing the napkin at her eyes. "It's true, I should have stood up for you a long time ago."
Luciana turned to Elena, the reverence evident in her blue eyes. "Thank you."
"Come on, Damon," Elena cajoled, tugging on his arm. "Stefan and Lexi agreed to do the dishes so we could sit down with your Mom and look at all of your baby pictures."
Damon let his head fall back in exasperation. "I don't get what the big deal. It's just a miniature version of me."
"Damon," Luciana sighed, pushing at her son's back as she guided him out of the kitchen. "Let the girl have some fun and besides, it's the first time I'll get to show them off to someone outside of the family. Let us have our moment."
Damon shook his head, knowing that he wouldn't be able to win a battle against the two women. He collapsed onto the large sofa in the parlour, resting his arm along the back as Elena snuggled in against his chest. His mother perched on the other side of Elena, the red leather photo album held carefully in her hands.
"Son, put that lamp on so we can see better."
"I can see just fine," he smiled. "I have my two lights here."
Elena frowned at the smug look he was shooting their way. "What?"
"Lights," Luciana reiterated. "Luciana means light in Italian as does Elena in Greek."
"Aww," Elena cooed, cupping Damon's cheek. "You're so cheesy!"
Damon rolled his eyes, rubbing his nose against hers playfully. "Only for you, babe."
"Ah, young love," Luciana murmured softly, pausing when she noticed the hesitant look the couple shared.
It was obvious that they had not yet talked about such feelings but Luciana knew her son and he was completely and irrevocably falling in love with the young woman beside him. She hoped that her words would give him the gentle nudge he needed to confess his feelings; he never had been very forthcoming but when he loved, he loved with his whole heart and nothing less.
It was a trait she was proud he had but she also knew that it could ruin him. It already had in fact, with Katherine. Elena was different though, Luciana saw the way she looked at Damon. Her eyes lingered on him, taking in every single word he said as if she were hypnotised by him. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronisation, almost as if there was an invisible tether tying them together. They were connected, connected on a level she hadn't known existed before she saw them together.
"Oh, look," she grinned, flipping open the cover to reveal the first picture of a newly born baby Damon.
Elena gasped, reaching out to stroke the picture with her finger. "You were so tiny," she whispered, looking at the little boy wrapped up in a blue blanket. His head was topped with a shock of black hair as dazzling blue eyes stared up at the camera. His little hands gripped the knit blanket and the hospital tag wrapped around his wrist had SALVATORE written on it proudly.
Damon smiled as they looked through the photos, pausing every so often as his mother told the background of the photograph and Elena inserted her own views or generally, her little noises at how cute and adorable he was. His fingers sifted through Elena's chocolate brown locks before he gently massaged her scalp in soothing motions.
"Look at your ears," Elena giggled, pointing at his nativity play photo where he was dressed up as a sheep, his ears poking out from his head.
"Yeah, I looked like Dumbo," he muttered into her neck as he hid his embarrassed face.
"Didn't I always tell you that you'd grow into them?" Luciana bragged. "Now look at you, devastatingly handsome."
"I could pull the old 'Oh stop it, Ma, you're making me blush' routine but I am devastatingly handsome," he smirked.
"And so unbelievably modest, too," Elena mocked, dodging the hand he aimed for her ribs. "Nuh-uh, don't you dare."
"I'll get you back later," he promised, nipping at her earlobe when his mother looked back at the photos.
"Oh, and there's little naked Damon," Luciana laughed.
"Are- Are you wearing a... cowboy hat?" Elena breathed out through her giggles. "It's pink, too!" she gasped before rounding off into another peal of laughter.
"He refused to take it off, he told me he was joining the wild west."
"Yes," Damon sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Can we move on now?"
"But we haven't even gotten onto your little winkle," Luciana chortled, drawing Elena's eyes to her favourite part of Damon's anatomy.
"Winkle?" she questioned, dabbing at the tears that were forming at the corners of her eyes.
"He called it that until he was twelve."
"Ok," Damon laughed sarcastically. "The fun about my penis is over."
Elena bit her lip, holding back the giggles that were rising in her chest. "Your little winkle, you mean?"
"My winkle is not little," Damon protested. "You can vouch for that. If not, then I'll be sure to refresh your memory."
"Damon!" Elena exclaimed, her eyes bugging from her head as she slapped his chest. He wriggled his eyebrows teasingly, darting his eyes between his crotch and her face.
"Damon Salvatore, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that comment," his mother chided, flicking through the pages of the photo album absentmindedly.
"Oh, what's this?" Elena murmured, stilling Luciana's hand from turning over the page. "You played football?"
"I was captain, actually," he retorted smugly.
Elena smiled, rubbing her hand over his knee proudly. "I was a cheerleader."
Damon froze causing Elena to frown in confusion. "Do you... still have the costume?"
Elena smirked, looking away thoughtfully. "I'm sure it's in the back of my closet somewhere..." she trailed off, laughing inwardly at the sheer look of lust in his eyes.
"That sounds interesting, Elena." Luciana smiled at her.
"Oh, it was. I did it for seven years so I know all kinds of positions," she drawled, cupping Damon's crotch conspicuously as she kept her gaze fully trained on the pictures depicting his progressions through his teenage years.
"You know what, Ma, I think that's enough photos for tonight," Damon mused, taking the photo album from her hands and setting it down beside the couch. "I think I might take Elena to Bree's now, show her the scenery."
"Of course, dear. Maybe you should take a walk out, the crisp night air is nothing like they have in New York."
"Ma, I think that is the perfect idea."
"I don't think this is what your mother meant by experiencing the crisp night air," Elena mumbled, her sentence fading onto Damon's lips as he backed her against a nearby tree.
"Less talking, more kissing."
Elena let out a moan of surrender as his hands glided down her sides before cupping her ass. She arched against his body, her back bowing off the tree trunk as he fingers clawed at his shoulders. She sighed into his mouth as his lips moved with hers in long, languorous kisses that had her head spinning. His tongue stroked against hers flawlessly, somehow finding new rhythms that they hadn't explored before - and they had done a lot of kissing.
Damon parted his lips from hers begrudgingly as they both sucked in the cool night air. Elena's head fell back against the tree, her chest heaving as Damon's lips began their journey down her neck. Her fingers threaded through his soft hair, gently urging him on with his ministrations as his hands slipped underneath her top and began roaming her rib cage. She shivered, goose bumps rising on her skin both because of the cold temperatures but also because that was her body's natural reaction to his touch. It ignited a fire in her that she hadn't known she'd possessed.
"Ah, ah, ah," she breathed, grabbing a hold of his hands that were gripping the bottom of her top. "No removing of clothes." At his wide-eyed stare, she continued, "At least, not here anyway."
"Much better," he purred, pulling her close once more as he placed quick butterfly kisses to her lips. "Mmm," he moaned, finally pulling away.
Elena intertwined her fingers with his as he led her out of the thick underbrush and onto the curving road that would lead them into the outskirts of Atlanta. She smiled as he removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders and she hugged his arm to her chest tightly.
"It's kind of creepy out here at night," she mused, looking at the towering trees above them with their pointed branches that looked so sinister against the sparkling night sky. The rustling of the leaves in the wind and soft scurrying of the animals on the ground only served to make her cuddle closer to Damon.
"Watch out," he jested, moving behind her so his hands were on her waist as he guided her over the tarmac. "Monsters lurk in the forests, vampires out for their midnight feasts. Then, here you are, all warm blood and thundering heart. So delicate," he whispered into her ear, smirking to himself when she wrapped his jacket tighter around her body.
"They're fast you know. A vampire wouldn't think twice about killing you. Like this," he muttered, grabbing her right hand with his left as he twirled her underneath his arm and trapped her back against his chest. He secured her right arm across her chest and used it to anchor their bodies together as his mouth swooped down on her neck and he took a teasing bite of her skin. "Bang, you're dead."
She giggled happily as he spun her out from his hold and dipped her dramatically to the ground, her leg hooking around his hip as her hair danced along the tarmac. She practically purred as his lip skimmed up her throat before suckling gently on her pulse point.
"Hmm, I kind of like you as a vampire," she moaned, sending vibrations against his lips.
One of his hands drifted from her waist to the back of her neck, supporting her as he raised her back up onto her feet. "I am pretty damned seductive."
"That you are," she agreed, sliding underneath his arm as they continued on their trip to the edge of the city. "So, did you like growing up here?"
"It was good, I suppose," Damon whispered. "I spent a lot of time with Stefan, really, because we live in the middle of nowhere. We were always close with Lexi because our Mom used to look after her after school. I kind of knew Stefan and Lexi would get together in the end, he had the most enormous, and obvious I might add, crush on her."
"Why New York?" she wondered, looking up at him earnestly.
"I could ask you the same question," he smiled.
"It's the place where dreams come true," she replied simply, shrugging a little.
"Yeah, it is," he murmured.
It was where his dream had come true. When he was a little boy, he used to dream about the day he would find his one true love. The love his mother talked so passionately about, the love that made someone weak in the knees but strong in the heart. It always astounded him how much one person could change another's life. His mother used to tell him that he'd know when he found 'the one'. She would be the woman who would turn his world upside down whilst still ensuring that it spun on its axis. She would be the woman who would show him that the Earth was round when all along, he had been thinking it was flat. She'd be the numbers on the clock, the dates in the calendar, his past, present and future. She would be everything he needed and he'd found her. In New York, the place where dreams came true, he had found her.
"We walked all the way out here for a bar?" Elena grumbled, arching her eyebrow.
Damon huffed, "It's not just any bar, believe me."
Elena followed behind him silently, shuddering when he opened the door for her and the heat wrapped around her. She shrugged out of Damon's jacket, folding it over her arm as she took in her surroundings. Three brick walls and a deep green wall created the foundation for the establishment. The rectangular bar was set against the green wall and bottles full of various spirits were mounted above a smaller counter that was laden with glasses. High wooden stools with plush green cushions on top surrounded the bar and some small booths edged the brick walls. The large open space in the centre of the bar had been decreased by the pool table in the centre though there was still a make-shift dance floor near the fifties-style jukebox. Posters of famous beer commercials lined the free space between the large, crossed windows and lamps with an orange glow hung from the ceiling.
Elena nodded her head along to the beat of the song playing in the background as she surveyed the few locals that were immersed in their own groups and conversations. She froze, seeing a tall African-American woman strut her way towards them. Elena moved out of the way as she made a bee-line for Damon in fear that if she didn't, she would be trampled by the woman's six inch heels and lose a toe.
"Damon Salvatore!" the woman exclaimed, bending down to leave two big, smacking kisses on his cheeks. "Now, where have you been?"
"Uh, Bree, it's nice to see you again," Damon murmured nervously, running a hand through his raven locks as his eyes darted to hers.
The woman -Bree- followed his gaze to look at her, a small smile forming on her full lips after a thorough once-over of Elena. "Who are you, sweetie-pie?"
"I'm Elena," she greeted, she felt like she had been doing that a lot recently. "Damon's girlfriend."
She mentally berated herself. Why had she gone and said that? It was as if she was peeing on him to mark her territory and she had no reason to. Bree looked to be in her mid-forties and, though she knew Damon would be quite a catch for any cougar, it was clear from their interactions that their relationship was completely platonic. Still, she hadn't liked the appreciative glance Bree had sent his way when she had walked over to them.
"Oh," she arched her eyebrow, tossing her black curls over her shoulder as she turned back to Damon. "You have a girlfriend?"
"Yes," he admitted proudly, pulling Elena from behind Bree's back so she stood firmly beside him. He noticed the calculating gaze that Bree sent Elena but when she give him a subtle wink, he breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"Two shots, then," she declared, picking up the wooden shelf at the end of the bar and sliding underneath it. "On the house for the new couple."
Damon gestured for Elena to take a seat on one of the stools as he fell into the one beside her. "So, still managing to keep this thing afloat?" he inquired, motioning with a wave of his hand to the surrounding bar.
"With you investment, everything has been going great. I can't thank you enough."
Elena watched Damon carefully, her heart soaring with pride when he didn't deny his involvement but merely waved off the gesture as if it was nothing.
"Don't give me any of that," Bree scolded. "If it hadn't of been for you, this place would have been sunk months ago."
"It was the least I could do," he joked. "After all, I did spend a lot of my time here."
"Yes, you did," she laughed. "Back when you were a horny teenager and had a fascination with my breasts."
"Yours were bigger than what the girls at my school had," he pouted before smiling slyly. "Plus, when I got older, you used to supply me with booze."
"And we agreed never to tell your mother," she reminded him, wagging her finger at him sternly. "I can't risk losing my licence over a pretty face like yours."
"You know I'd help you out," he teased, taking the shot she offered as he passed the other to Elena.
"Drink," he commanded when Elena stared at the shot glass warily, her fingers tapping on the glass rhythmically. "Count of three?"
Elena nodded, lifting her shot glass to her lips as Damon counted down. The clear liquid sent a burn down her throat that had her whole body shivering as she slammed the shot glass onto the wood. "Another."
Damon grinned, tipping her chin up with his index finger and swivelling it towards him. "You were made for me," he breathed out, connecting their lips together as their tongues sought out the last remnants of the vodka in each other's mouth.
"Enough of the porn show, kids. I'm not sure the other patrons could take it if you two hot things started going at it on the bar," Bree teased, topping up their shot glasses with an amber liquid that Elena could only assume was tequila.
She squealed in shock when she suddenly felt a warm sensation on her neck and she nearly moaned out loud as she felt Damon's tongue lave the spot on her neck thoroughly. "What are you doing?"
"I need somewhere to place my salt," he reasoned, brushing her curls down her back as he tilted her neck to the side and sprinkled the white crystals over her neck.
Elena shivered with delight as his tongue swept up the length of her neck, the salt crystals pressing into her throat before they were erased from her skin by his mouth. She watched in awe as he flicked his head back and downed the liquid in one-go, his strong jaw prominent against the thin layer of skin there as his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed.
She didn't have time to react before he was pressing the lime into her mouth and engaging her in a carnal kiss. Her hands found the neckline of his shirt as his tongue twirled with hers; the taste of the salt, lime, tequila and Damon overpowering her. She clenched his shirt in her fist as she tried to pull him even closer, her body calling for his. His fingers sifted through her hair before he cupped her head in his hands and pulled his lips from hers slowly. He rested his forehead against hers as they both breathed heavily.
Her eyes narrowed in on Damon's mouth as he parted his lips and slid the lime between his teeth, somehow simultaneously grinning at her wolfishly. She bit into the other end of the lime, pulling it from his grasp as their noses brushed together with their close proximity. She swivelled in her stool and dropped the discarded slice of fruit into his empty shot glass.
"My turn," she purred, picking up the salt shaker.
Damon tilted his head to the side, exposing the creamy flesh of his neck as he closed his eyes in anticipation of her touch. His whole body thrummed with energy, his fingers tapping out an imaginary rhythm as he felt her hand cup his chin. He opened his eyes in confusion when she tilted his head so that he was looking down at her, his breath catching in his throat at the mischievous look in her doe eyes. He watched her intently, her hand grabbing onto the front of his shirt as she pushed herself up onto her tip-toes.
He sighed in pleasure as her tongue darted out to taste the corner of her mouth before she licked a trail across his bottom lip. He held perfectly still as she shook the salt shaker into the air, the small white crystals dusting his bottom lip before she sucked his lip into her mouth, taking away all of the traces of salt. His cock twitched in his pants as her teeth sunk into his flesh, her tongue soon soothing the bite. She turned, her hair whipping around her as he inhaled the strawberry scent of her shampoo and she downed the shot. Elena picked up the lime slice from the bar and sucked on the fruit eagerly, letting out a satisfied sigh as the flavours mixed together in her mouth.
"Bree," Damon commanded, flicking his fingers at the shot glasses without taking his eyes of Elena. He lowered himself into the stool unsteadily, pulling her forward by her waist so she stood between his parted legs. He traced her face with his fingertips, committing everything about her to his memory; her slightly mussed hair from his fingers, her chocolate eyes that swirled with golden specks of lust, her cheeks that were coloured with a rosy hue, her swollen lips and shallow breaths and the love bites he had left on her neck.
An indeterminable number of shots -or Damon's puppets of seduction as Elena liked to think of them- later, Elena fell into her stool, her feet exhausted from all of her dancing.
"Why did you stop?" Damon slurred, pulling her from her seat and into his lap. "I was enjoying it."
"My feet hurt," she whined, jutting out her bottom lip. "And you wouldn't dance with me."
He smirked, "I was having too much fun watching you gyrate those hips of yours and I believe, so were a lot of the other men."
Elena followed his line of sight, giggling to herself when she noticed the three elderly men in the farthest booth staring at her with gaping mouths. "Eww, they're old. Plus, my show was just for you."
Damon arched his eyebrow, leaning in to nibble at her earlobe. "Maybe you should give me a private show sometime?" he whispered, kissing the sweet spot behind her ear.
She moaned breathlessly, dazedly nodding her head in agreement as his hands slid underneath her jumper. "Public place, remember?"
He pulled back, disgruntled, before a cocky smirk covered his face. "How about a game of pool then?" He nodded over towards the table and, without waiting for an answer, began pushing her backwards. Elena giggled as her ass hit the edge of the table, causing her to thump into Damon's body; her breasts pressed tightly against his chest and his prominent arousal poking into her stomach. She shivered at the feel of his erection, a breathless moan falling from her lips as he bent his knees and thrust his hips against hers.
"I thought we were going to play?" she urged, desperate to get him to quit turning her on in a place where she would receive no gratification.
Damon moved forward, his hands finding the edge of the pool table as he boxed her in and his lips puckered against her forehead. "Oh, I will most certainly enjoy playing with you." Her eyelids fluttered shut as his lips brushed against her skin with each word, her body instinctively arching up to his for a kiss that he was all too eager to accept.
"Who breaks?" she mumbled, their lips still moulding together.
Damon pressed one last, hard kiss to her lips, leaving her breathless and stunned as he collected a pool cue. "Ladies, first."
She leaned over the table, her back arching as she ran her hand deliberately slowly along the wood until it rested against her knuckles and slipped between her spread fingers. Elena desperately tried to hold onto her self control as she felt Damon slide behind her, his erection pressed against the curve of her ass as he stretched himself along her back. His hands covered hers and his hips moved in tantalising circles that had her pausing as she attempted to regain her previous state of concentration.
"I saw your little trick with the cue," he revealed, his breath warming her ear and raising the infinitesimal hairs there. "You know that it's all too easy for me to think of you running your little hand up and down my cock."
Elena gulped, her breaths coming out in shallow exhales and her heartbeat thundering in her ears, causing her to only hear the erotic hum of his voice as he continued speaking. She followed his movements as he moved their arms back, lining up the shot before he struck forward suddenly. Her breath caught in her throat audibly as he thrust his hips against her ass sharply, her mind turning into a delirious mess when his hand accidentally brushed the underside of her breast.
"Damon," she practically moaned, tugging on his hand as she unceremoniously dropped the cue onto the pool table in a loud clatter. "Let's go home."
For once, Damon had no retort, his eyes showing his amazement as she took control. Her hand reached into his back pocket to fetch his wallet, ordering him to call them a cab while she paid for their drinks.
Damon threw a couple of bills at the cab driver while Elena practically dragged him from the vehicle, her lips smashing to his and distracting him from his task of getting the door unlocked. He shoved his key blindly at the handle, the scrapes of metal-on-metal signifying his failed attempts. He grunted in victory as he felt it slide into the keyhole and, with a quick flick of his wrist, they were falling through the door, barely managing to keep upright as their lips never parted, not even for a moment.
"What if your parents hear us?" Elena panted, her feet stumbling over Damon's as he directed them down the hallway towards the large staircase.
His hands found her ass, prompting her to jump and wrap her legs around his waist. "They're in the other wing so they probably won't. Don't care anyway," he mumbled, hooking his hand behind her neck and joining their lips together once more as he trudged up the stairs. He guessed that it would have been easier if they had gone up without kissing but he couldn't bear to be apart from her body and he didn't care that he had to take a few knocks to the wall and the banister to do so.
He stumbled through the door of his childhood bedroom, ignoring the light switch in search of the bed. He sighed happily as his legs connected with the mattress and they were sent sprawling onto his double bed, the sheets puffing up around them to form a little cocoon. His lips moved down her neck as she tilted her hips up, sighing when she experienced the friction she had been craving. His feet moved restlessly, toeing off his boots and socks before sliding them up the bed so her hair was splayed out against his white pillows.
Damon leaned back on his calves, taking in the sight of her; waiting and wanting. Her chest was heaving and her legs were parted but her eyes and their 'come hither' stare had him falling back into her arms quickly. She gasped, feeling the delicious weight of him as she dipped lower into the mattress. Her hands clawed at his back, choosing to ignore the buttons on his shirt and instead, pull the shirt over his head in her haste to get him undressed. His hands trailed down the backs of her legs, slipping off her boots and tossing them onto the floor. His fingers plucked at the hem of her top, slowly sliding it off her body until her bra-clad breasts were uncovered. He licked his lips at the sight of her blood-red bra.
"If I was a vampire," he mused, palming her breasts, "then this could be considered playing with fire."
"Good thing you're not then," she said breathlessly. "Now get my jeans off."
"Yes, m'am."
Damon's deft fingers had her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped in record time as he slid the tight fabric down her long legs. He stood up and tugged her jeans off her feet. He hooked his thumbs underneath the waistband of his jeans teasingly, noticing how she sat up on her elbows and watched him, her bottom lip firmly trapped between her pearly white teeth. His hips rotated in inviting circles that drew Elena's eyes to his crotch, her body thrumming with anticipation as he thrust his hips towards her.
"Damon," she pleaded, watching him shimmy his jeans from his body. She gasped, her eyes widening as she took him in in all of his naked, magnificent glory. "No underwear, huh?"
"It doesn't look like you mind," he smirked, motioned to her legs that were spread wide in a provocative manner.
Elena curled her index finger towards him, prompting him to crawl onto the bed as he held himself above her. She arched her back, providing him with the room he needed to flick her bra clasp open. She sighed as her breasts were released from their confinements, barely noticing when Damon pulled the straps down her arms and threw her bra away from them. She laughed when she spotted it hanging haphazardly from the nearby lamp but her giggles were silenced by his eager lips. She moaned into his kiss, her body writhing beneath his as the need for him overtook her. She shivered, nibbling on his bottom lip gently when his fingertips danced along her toned stomach before dipping beneath the waistband of her red panties.
"Please," she begged when his fingers didn't move any lower but simply trailed over the soft skin above where she needed him most. A low moan of his name escaped her lips involuntarily as he fulfilled her request and sunk two fingers into her wet core. She gyrated her hips with the movements of his hand, her breaths coming out in gasps as she looked up at him through hazy eyes. A blush rose on her cheeks at his intent stare though she couldn't faintly make out the awestruck expression and the shimmer of pride in his eyes as she fell apart at his touch.
"Need you, now," she commanded, frowning when she saw him grab the condom off the bed sheets. "Where did you get that?"
"My jeans," he grinned, pecking her lips. "I figured you would be too occupied with my show to notice."
Elena took the packet from his hand, tearing the foil with her teeth before she slipped the condom onto his hard length. She nibbled on his jaw, as he breathed heavily into her ear, her touch already testing his control.
"Let's see just how good of a cheerleader you were then."
Elena froze, her heart accelerating in excitement as she let him remove her panties and move her body into the position he wanted. He stretched her legs, pressing her thighs against her chest and looking at her face for any indication that it was hurting her. A salacious smile curled at his lips as he fell forward onto the backs of her thighs, his length already positioned at her core. He slid into her core in one swift thrust causing her hands to grip the wooden poles of the headboard; she could tell from the look in his eyes that it wasn't going to be slow like their first time.
Sure enough, his hips set a punishing rhythm that had her senses spinning out of control. The combination of his fast, deep thrusts and the way his pubic bone brushed her clit with each thrust had her climbing to her orgasm in moments. Her eyelids flickered as she felt her walls contract when suddenly, Damon slowed. She opened her eyes, confused and frustrated at the change of pace when she had been so close.
"Fuck," Damon growled, gritting his teeth together as her walls fluttered around him.
"Your M-mom," she panted, her nails clawing at the wood as she felt her orgasm begin to build again, "told you not to swear."
"She also told me that I wasn't to have sex until I was either thirty or married. If you're going to break one rule, you may as well break them all."
Elena opened her mouth though her retort died on her tongue when he suddenly picked up his rhythm again, his hips moving like pistons inside of her centre. Her toes curled, her eyes scrunched, her chest heaved and her walls clenched. She came undone, experiencing the most intense orgasm she had ever had as pleasure wracked through her body, turning her into a shivering and shaking mess.
Damon came with a low groan, his body collapsing onto hers as his cock continued to twitch inside of her. His sweaty forehead found hers, their eyes connecting as the moonlight shone through the window and bathed them in it's white glow.
Words of love were resting on the tips of their tongues but none where needed; their eyes said enough.
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