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I sliced the bread slowly, wiping a stray bit of mayonnaise off the crust impatiently. The lettuce crunched loudly and I smiled at this moment of domesticity. It had been a week since we'd officially bought the house and we were already hard at work getting it ready. After a few hours of discussion we began picking paint colors and looking at catalogues. To be fair we hadn't really made a lot of decisions yet but one thing was certain, Klaus was getting his blue room.
All day Damon had been up there priming the odd pumpkin colored walls. It was a daunting task but he refused to take any help and when I suggested my help, he laughed. He was apologetic but in the end he wanted his "very beautiful, pregnant wife to sit down and just relax". I smacked him then but I think he forgave me.
If he could work all day then I could at least bring him lunch. I nearly dropped the knife when a particularly loud thunder clap echoed through the empty kitchen. Not only was it sooo hot but we had a typical thunderstorm raging constantly. We also were dealing with unfortunate lack of lamps so preparing lunch was fun in an almost dark room.
Thankfully Gianna and Peppe had taken Klaus for the day. Now that he was officially ours they were lavishing attention on their first grandchild. I'd only seen one other person spoil him so heavily and that was Damon. He had taken this boy in as his son with one signature and there was no going back. Damon always loved with his entire heart and Klaus had claimed a spot.
I turned from the darkening windows and grabbed the plate and water bottle. I moved down the dark hallway and turned to climb the stairs. It was a bit of a challenge and I'd started giving myself mini-pep talks. The twins had decided to become huge so I looked like I was 8 months pregnant but I was only about 21 weeks. Dr. Bennett seemed okay with the weight gain but I was not. I felt so unattractive and I didn't understand that myth about a glowing pregnancy. I just wasn't seeing it.
I moved down the hallway and paused in the doorway. The plate tipped a little and I tried to steady it by sliding the water bottle onto the can of paint inside the door. Then I leaned against the doorway and just stared at the god-like creature that was my husband.
He was shirtless and wearing only a pair of low-riding jeans. His muscles rippled as he moved the paint roller up over the wall. He was completely sweaty and I had this small fantasy rip through me about a cowboy carrying me off into the haystacks. As I closed my eyes to let that fantasy continue, I heard a loud thunderclap again.
My eyes shot open and were immediately drawn to his hips bones which were protruding deliciously from his pants. Was it normal to think painting was sexy? I slid the plate onto the floor and stepped forward a bit. He didn't hear me but now I could watch little beads of sweat roll down his back.
He slid the roller down and rested it on the floor, reaching up to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Before he could do anything else, I slid my hands onto his back. He tensed for a second before melting against my massaging finger tips. I leaned forward and kissed his sweaty shoulder before biting down on the skin playfully.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm seducing my husband," I replied simply. I could feel his smile as my hands slid around to grasp his belt loops. "Any problems with that?"
"God no!" he breathed. I smiled broadly and pulled myself onto my tip-toes so I could nip at his neck. His hands slid back over my hips and I tried to decide how to handle our upcoming love-making. Okay...I was going to be in control, well maybe.
He turned around to face me but I was the one to pull him down to meet me. His skin was incredibly warm and I found myself just wanting to roll all over him. I liked slick skin and my hands were trailing all over it. His hands slid over my hips, tugging the skirt of my dress upwards until he could slide his hands around to my ass.
"What do you say we christen the room?" I asked softly. He glanced up at me before shaking his head. "What is it?"
"I feel weird making love to you in Klaus' room," he replied. I understood the feeling but before I could say anything else, he had me in his arms until we were in the master bedroom. Seconds later we were on the floor, rolling around to meet in the middle. I pressed him to the floor but stoked his face apologetically when I heard the soft thud from head on hard wood.
"So...what am I going to do with you?" I whispered. He hissed when I locked my lips around one of his nipples. I pulled myself over him and gave him a knowing look. He was going to lose his fucking mind.
I kissed his neck playfully, sinking my teeth in for one deep bite. Oddly enough we both had a little fetish when it came to biting. He could practically make me purr with a little nip. He groaned as I slid up his body, moving slowly with my pregnant belly. It was a little awkward but I was going to have my man, damn comfort.
His lips were incredibly warm as I kissed him, allowing my fingers to tease him in playful swipes. I sat up for a moment and his hands were immediately on my breasts, lifting them and letting his thumb rest on my sensitive nipples. I had to be careful or he'd quickly take control.
My hands flew out and I grabbed a nearby paint stirrer, smacking him with it lightly. He moaned embarrassingly loud before allowing himself to relax against the floor.
"Mmm...smack me again," he said playfully. I rested the paint stirrer against his skin and watched fascinated as his skin trembled beneath it. He liked it!
"You want me to punish you?" I asked hesitantly. We role-played and stuff but this was brand-new territory for me. His hands slid up to cup my face and he brought me down for a kiss. He smiled as he stroked my cheek gently.
"Take control Elena," he whispered. "It's sexy." He lay back completely and raised one eyebrow as if daring me to take control. Could I handle it? We'd played little bondage games and I could drag a riding crop over him playfully but I'd never imagined he liked it this much. He was quiet then, making it clear he was submitting to my control.
"Well if I'm taking control then I suggest you get us naked," I began. "I won't tolerate slowness." He smiled broadly and sat up, pushing me down over his thighs. His fingers tangled into the hem of my dress and I felt him slide the material up over my body. Once it was over my stomach he pressed a hand over the flailing twins and I paused in our game to let him have his moment. He loved feeling them move and I could feel them anytime while I usually had to tell him to feel.
"Shh babies. I'm planning on making love to your mother and I'd prefer to not feel you kicking me during that time," he said as he looked at me under hooded eyes. I smiled at his statement though. I didn't really want to feel them kicking while we were being intimate. It was sort of...weird.
As if sensing their father they immediately quieted. He smiled smugly before tugging the dress off my body. His kisses were loving as he pressed his lips over each inch of exposed skin. Clothed in only my undergarments, I tugged at his jeans until he reached down to undo the belt, slipping it through each belt loop slowly. My mouth parted and I breathed out a pleasurable moan.
His hands grasped my body and he slid me to the floor beside him as he shrugged out of his jeans. He sprung out of the jeans and I bit my lips when I noticed his lack of boxers. He twitched a little at my heated perusal. Damon had no reason to ever question his endowment but he certainly made his bedmate aware of how much pleasure he could bring them.
"See something you like?" he asked with a little forward thrust. I leaned forward and grasped him, pushing the paint stirrer against his chest.
"I didn't give you permission to speak," I replied simply. He smirked until I tugged him firmly in my hand, and his mouth parted. His eyes slid shut as I stroked him thoughtfully watching him grow in my hand. He pulsed slowly and I waited until he was nearly mindless with his own need before laying back and slipping to the floor.
His eyes shot to mine when he realized I planned to leave him like that and I saw a smile curl across his features. His fingers danced up my legs to rest at the waistband of my underwear. They dipped teasingly beneath before trailing up to unhook my bra. It slid off my shoulders easily and he sat back waiting for instructions.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked as I smacked his hip with the wood. "Please me."
"Of course," he replied. He leaned up to kiss me gently before sliding down to suckle one of my breasts. I arched up suddenly as little sparks of pleasure rocketed through my body. My nipples throbbed with intensity as he nibbled and sucked until I smacked his back with the wood.
"Enough!" I croaked.
"Oohhh..." he breathed against my breast. He understood my meaning and moved farther south. His tongue traced over my stomach in loving gestures as he spent time whispering soft words. He was in love with the twins already and he spent every opportunity talking to them. He was determined they would recognize his voice. How could they not? It was a damn, sexy voice.
He looked up at me and winked as he spread my legs and pulled them up over his shoulders. He licked his lips slowly, making a show of what he was about to do. I grasped the stirrer intensely before tapping him gently, urging him on. He lowered his mouth to me and the moment his lips touched my heated skin, I dropped the stirrer and grasped at the hardwood floor. My nails raked over the old wood as I nearly screamed in pleasure. Thank god Klaus wasn't in the house or we would have scarred him for life.
"Oh God!" I cried as I felt his tongue slip inside. Damon was incredibly talented with his tongue and could make a multiple orgasm erupt with only a few flicks. I shuddered like a junky as he took me higher and higher.
"Should I continue?" he asked softly as he rested his chin on my belly while his fingers still slid over my body. His eyes were hooded as he stared at my wild eyes. I wanted him inside me right now and screw control. I wasn't the dominating type.
"Just do what you want Damon! Fuck!" I said as I writhed underneath him. He surged up to me and kissed me deeply and I felt him hard against my thigh. Our eyes met during that moment and I hoped he could see my need reflected there.
"Baby, you are clearly not the dominate one," he said softly. "Do you mind if I take control back?"
"Please, please, please," I whispered against him. He smiled that sly, knowing smile before kneeling between my legs. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders and turned his head to nibble on my calf. I arched a little and reached for him, nails raking over his chest. He slid forward and I cried out in pleasure.
"Have I...damn! mentioned how much...shit! I am loving...ah!...this stage of pregnancy?" He gasped. I laughed softly as he continued his feverish thrusting. I always seemed to want him and I was seducing him constantly. This was just one instance of me finding him so sexy I had to jump him.
"Please! Shit! Harder, harder, harder," I panted. He spread my legs a little wider and I screamed out as he hit that one magical place which made my mind explode. My mouth opened, I gasped his name, and then I fell over the edge. My hands scratched at the floor as I shook in pleasure.
"Fuck!" he roared as he surged forward; once, twice, and then slumped. My legs thudded against the floor as he slipped back to the floor beside me, pulling me into his arms. I kissed his chest gently as I tried to reorder my thoughts.
"Mmm...that was amazing," I whispered.
"So...handymen make you horny," he stated. I giggled at his tone and smacked him lightly. "Smack me again Baby."
"I love a sweaty Damon," I replied.
"Is that why you always want sex after I work out?" He said suddenly.
"Mm-hmm. Why do you think I want to turn that one bedroom into a home gym? God think of the sex!" I laughed.
"Well it's definitely getting put in down there," Damon chuckled.
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It was insane being back in my childhood home, planning and decorating it for my own family. We hadn't purchased furniture or brand new appliances yet but I was making do with some remnants. The owners had left two couches, an arm chair, a small table, four chairs, and the old appliances. I was able to spend the day here while Damon painted and worked to his heart's content.
He was repainting the majority of the rooms by hand while refinishing some of the wood floors when he could. I spent the day surfing the web for furniture and fixtures to make the home feel like our home. Other than our intense christening moments, I wasn't allowed to do anything that required more than typing and writing...oh and preparing some simple lunches. He wouldn't let me cook which might have been a good idea.
I was sick of looking at catalogs. I had to bookmark everything to show Damon later and he was usually too tired to look at much so no decisions were being made. There was also the issue of the bonus room downstairs. What were we going to do with that?
"Hello Mrs. Salvatore!" a familiar voice called. I stumbled up and moved towards the foyer.
"Elijah!" I called. He was moving down the hallway and we ended up colliding. He wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug and I squealed as he lifted me up. "What are you doing here?"
"I wasn't going to miss your party next week and Stefan may have mentioned your decorating dilemma," he replied. I hugged him so hard at that statement. Elijah was studying interior decorating and now I had one of my favorite people helping me!
"God I love you!" I replied. "How's Mikael?"
"He's wonderful! He's coming next week for your party," Elijah explained. "He was sad he couldn't join us this week but he got called to Hong Kong."
"Hong Kong? Wow!" I exclaimed.
"Well he had to meet with clients. The clients love his design for their corporate headquarters. I'm so proud!" Elijah explained. Mikael was an architect and a very successful one at that. He was in the process of designing the house Mikael and Elijah would live in together for years to come.
"I'm so happy for you both," I replied. I ushered him into the kitchen and he immediately slid into one of the nearby chairs and gestured for me to join him.
"You are very pregnant and Damon would kill me if I didn't make you rest," he said as I got situated. "So girls or boys?"
"We don't know yet. My appointment is tomorrow," I said with a sigh. "I'm excited but I'm tired."
"Well you need to relax. Where's Damon?"
"He's at the hardware store picking up paint," I replied. "You know I love this house and I love my husband but I'm ready for a vacation."
"I could take over a little if you'd like," he offered. "I can get a crew down here to finish the painting and floors. We could even fix up some of the hardware for you, like handles and door knobs and such."
"Really?" I asked, reaching forward to grasp his lapels. "Don't toy with me Eli."
"Calm down Elena. I promise we can do this so you can have a day off," he replied with a chuckle. "Think of the babies."
"Hey, who's parked outside?" Damon asked as he came through the door, carrying paint and a bag that smelled deliciously like hamburgers.
"Well hello there Damon," Elijah said as Damon came into view. Damon smiled and greeted him as he put everything down on the counters.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as he came over to give me a kiss. His lips were warm and I could taste the hint of a milkshake. Mmm...chocolate...
"I've come to help you two relax a bit. This lovely lady," he said gesturing to me "is quite exhausted and needs a break."
"Elena?" Damon asked softly. I closed my eyes and tensed as if I was a child who knew they'd done something wrong. I hadn't told him how tired I was or how much I needed a break.
"Elijah offered to paint and install some of the fixtures so we can have a day off," I explained. "We could take Klaus to the park and pack a picnic lunch."
"That sounds nice," he replied. "In fact, why don't we take we look through some of those catalogs and just relax for the rest of the afternoon?" I nodded emphatically and the men laughed at my enthusiasm.
"I'll go take a little tour and then you two can tell me all about your design plans," Elijah said as he stood up. He disappeared from the room and Damon slid his arms around me gently, leaning down to kiss my cheek.
"Why didn't you tell me how tired you are?" he asked. I didn't respond immediately as he moved to kneel in front of me. He lifted my feet and slipped each slipper off my feet. His hands cupped my ankles and he began a soft massage. I felt a soft groan slip through my lips and he chuckled.
"You were working so hard," I explained. "I didn't want to stop you."
"Baby, I'd rather rest with you for a few days then have you miserable," he replied. "Plus I need you to keep me in line."
"In line huh?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. No one kept Damon in line. You just got mad at him until he pretended to rectify his position before he did what he wanted anyway. If he wanted you naked in bed and you didn't feel like it, he inevitably got you into bed naked. If he wanted to paint the whole damn house then he was going to do it.
"Well...okay probably not. You do make me realize when I'm insane though," he said happily. "My job is to make you happy and you need a break."
"I miss Klaus," I began. "We've been leaving him with Peppe and Gianna and I want to spend time with our son."
"Mmm...our son. I love it when you say that," He replied. "I miss him too so let's spend tomorrow with him."
"All day," I replied. He nodded and reached down to slide the slippers back on my feet. His hands slid up my legs and over my thighs to rest on his favorite part of me at the moment. The twins were kicking up a storm and he pressed himself against the feelings. "They miss their Daddy too."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry babies," he responded. "I've been thinking about names."
"Names? We don't even know their sexes!" I replied, completely surprised. I knew he was excited but I wasn't expecting that!
"Grace," he replied. "I really like Grace." It wasn't what I expected at all. I expected some overly complicated Italian name to pair with the Salvatore name. It would be something incredibly strong to make a statement.
"Grace?" I whispered.
"I love it and I really want a girl," he replied. "I want a little girl who looks just like her beautiful mother."
"I love it," I said softly. "Grace...do you like that?" I asked as I rubbed a hand over the soft kicks. "I think she does."
"You think one's a girl?" he asked.
"I've always thought they were girls and I don't know why," I replied honestly. I'd always thought they were girls since we found out about twins. We had our son and now we'd have our girls "How about Hope?"
"Hope?" he asked. He bit his lip as he considered it. "I like it."
"Really?" I replied. I hugged him to me tightly and he wrapped his arms around us. "What if they're boys?"
"Hmmm...Elijah?" he asked softly.
"Elijah...why?" I asked surprised. While I loved Eli it just seemed so random.
"Didn't I ever tell you?" Damon asked surprised. "He's one of the reasons we're together." Damon reached up and took my hand and explained the whole plan from start to finish and how we came together.
"So Elijah was going to pretend to seduce me? Yeah...not my type," I replied with a snort. Elijah versus Damon? Come on, no contest! He laughed at my response and pulled me down for a long, drugging kiss. "Mmmm..."
"No one compares to Damon Salvatore!" He stated. I reached out to run my fingers through his hair and his eyes drifted shut. He relaxed against my motions immediately and I leaned back and closed my own eyes, letting us relax for a few minutes.
"Well I love the colors you've chosen for the rooms," Elijah said as he entered the room. He sat down and pulled out a little notebook from his inside pocket and began to jot down some things. "I do want to question the blue you've chosen for Klaus' room. I think you should go a shade or two darker if you want it to look that color. The natural light will make it seem a lot lighter."
"Well if you think its best," I replied. "Klaus picked the color but I know he wants dark blue walls."
"You two go home and spend some time together. I'll call my crew and we'll get started once I can get them here," Elijah said. "Leave this to me."
"Take me home to our son," I said to Damon. He stood up and lifted me into his arms. I squealed loudly as I slid against him. "Damon, you'll hurt yourself!"
"You weigh nothing although no squirming would be awesome!" He said as he walked over towards the island. "Grab your purse and the take-out bag. We'll pick up something for Klaus on the way home."
"Now Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore, go spend some time with your wonderful son and leave the design to me!" He said loudly. He ushered us towards the door, pushing us out onto the porch. Damon spun to say something but Elijah closed the door and we heard the lock click into place.
"Well...I guess that's that," Damon said softly.
"Elijah takes control," I replied. "Now get me home to our son!"
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Yay! Smutty goodness! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and are looking forward to the next one. We're nearing the party, finding out the sexes of the babies, and meeting some of Delena's friends.
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