Title: The Best Man

Summary: Damon and Elena meet at a wedding, which ends hotter than anyone would have thought. Continuation prompt by Lucy.

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A/N: Sorry for the delay... again. My sister in law had her baby and that took precedent for awhile. Enjoy the fluff while lasts, folks *evil laugh*

"Elena?"

She tip-toed her way from Damon's beautiful bathroom to find the most beautiful sight awaiting her. Early morning sunlight streaked in from the balcony windows basking his naked body in daylight. The white Egyptian cotton sheets covered the lower half of his body and she quickened her steps to pull it back. That was one part of Damon that should never be covered. Ever.

"Hey," she smiled back at him as his eyes traveled over her bare legs to where his dress shirt began to cover. It smelled like him and she loved it. She quickened her steps and jumped on to his custom made bed high off the night before and practically beaming.

She was laid next to him and he took that moment to unbutton his shirt on her. "I thought you might have left."

Arching her body to his touch, she replied, "I don't have to be at the high school till later." She had stupidly promised her old History professor that she would chaperone the Senior float on its last day of preparations. It was a perfect idea at the time when she needed the inside story and she didn't have a naked Damon beside her. "And I'm not going anywhere any time soon."

Damon smiled and she leaned forward, resting her hand on the side of his face and melting into another one of Damon's mindblowing kisses. She couldn't get enough of them now that she was jumping into this with both feet. They had spent most of the night tangled in his sheets and when their bodies were spent, their mouths had somehow still found the energy to come together again and again in lazy kisses.

He pulled back with lidded eyes and a wide closed mouth smile. It had her belly doing somersaults. "What's that face?"

"What face?" he nearly pouted, attempting to quell the smile and failing miserably.

Now it was Elena's turn to smile. "That face," she teased.

"I'm happy," he whispered, touching his forehead to hers and bringing their mouths together again. "I'm happy that you came last night." Damon smirked and leaned forward to nip at her lip. "In every sense of the phrase."

"Damon!" she chastised, as her body angled closer to his. All the buttons were unbuttoned and his hands were dancing along her bare skin. Her hands were clutching his face as her hips grinded against him.

As his hands continued their path south, he continued, "Seriously. You're here. I'm happy. Simple as that."

Elena shook her head and kissed him again. Only this kiss held memories of the night before and quickly began to build and deepen until she was rolling on top of him and kissing her way down. His breath quickened with each press of her lips against his skin. Her tongue glided along the indentations of his muscles leading to where her hands grasped him and her mouth slid down. She hollowed out her cheeks and flattened her tongue and the most animalistic sounds came out of him. Elena swirled her tongue up and flicked it against his tip and Damon jolted beneath her.

"God, Elena. That feels amazing. C'mere…" he breathed.

His strong arms pulled her up towards him as he flipped them over and began his own decent on her body. She felt every kiss on her skin, every breath that caused delicious shivers up her spine. When his tongue was met with the apex of her thighs, her back arched and her hips angled towards him, urging him on. His tongue worked magic on her, playing her as a talented musician would strum his guitar. Elena was putty in his skilled hands and mouth and it wasn't long before she came on his tongue with a flurry of breathy pants coming from her lips.

With one last flick of his tongue against her that caused her to jolt, he made his way up, easing her back down with one of his leave-her-breathless kisses. He maneuvered himself between her open thighs and pushed himself inside her and Elena cried out from the sheer pleasure of it all. His mouth went to her neck and collarbone and they moved their hips in unison, losing the ability to prolong their climax any longer. Her hands went to his back, her nails clawing into his taut skin. Damon grunted as his hips continued to shift forward, angling just so to hit her sweet spot.

Together they cried out as they came together and then collapsed at once, completely spent. Damon was leaving feather light kisses on her neck as she massaged his scalp singing his praises still high off his touch.

"How you walked away from that I'll never know," he whispered before he bit lightly into her shoulder.

Elena pulled at his raven strands. "I was a stupid, stupid, stupid girl."

"I know how you can make it up to me," he breathed, hinting just how right against her thigh.

Leaving Damon was harder than she thought it would be but she needed a change of clothes and a fresh shower that involved actually bathing and not Damon pressing her against frosted glass. When he had walked her to the door, joking about her walk of shame, Zach had caught them and seemed far more flustered and embarrassed than they seemed to be even though he had just caught a kiss. It seemed that all the things Elena had worried about jumping into this were gone. She felt confident in her relationship with Damon. The fear was still there in the back of her mind but she didn't constantly feel the need to protect her heart. She had promised Damon a real chance and that's what he was getting.

It was all she could think about as she showered and got dressed. And somehow even though she was lost in thought and fantasies that had become memories, she made it to the high school just in time. The senior class volunteers were all there and ready to go so she delegated and oversaw and helped where she could. Damon showed up an hour in and took some photos when he wasn't helping with some woodwork.

They were both too busy to really talk and joke around but that didn't mean they didn't steal glances and touches. Damon even "accidently" got paint all over her and she had to reciprocate of course. Soon enough the floats were done and ready for the Founder's Day Parade the following day. Which meant Damon and Elena had the whole night to relax before the craziness of tomorrow.

"Your place or mine?" Damon questioned with eagerness in his eyes.

"Can I take you someplace first?"

"This looks amazing, Elena."

Damon wandered around the newly renovated apartment that officially became hers as of this afternoon. The once classic bachelor pad now was bright and full of everything that made Elena feel like home. Bookshelves adorned two of the massive walls of the living room and a grey wraparound couch stood in the center of the room. Behind it was a floor to ceiling painting her mother had done during college in greens and blues, reds and greys. She accented that color in her throw pillows that made the couch perfect to lay on while watching TV in her massive entertainment center that was surrounded by a wall that held her hundreds of DVD's.

The kitchen had been redone in lighter wood cabinets and a sandy marble countertop. On the other side of the island were tall chairs for easy dining and behind them was a beautiful dining room table that had been custom designed for her. The bathroom had a beach theme with light blues and greens and pictures of beaches she had visited. Finally she led him to the bedroom which she had designed with comfort in mind.

A queen bed stood straight ahead with white sheets and a sea green comforter. An antique dresser was adorn with picture frames of her friends and family and on the opposing side was a huge closet with all her clothes. "So, what do you think?"

"This place looks amazing. It looks nothing like the dark and dreary bachelor pad Ric owned."

Elena smiled. "Thanks. I had some money left over from my parents and I figured this was the best way to spend it. I wanted this to feel like home. Like me."

Damon put his arms around her waist. "Does it?"

She nodded. "And want to hear the best part? The bed is brand spankin' new."

"Well, Elena Gilbert, I believe it's time we christen it. And I wouldn't mind if there was a spanking involved."

Laughing, Elena responded, "Full names? Really, Damon Salvatore?"

"No mocking, Miss Gilbert. Or I'll have to punish you." He quickly grabbed hold of her legs and they collapsed on the bed.

"Oh, whatever you say, Mr. Salvatore."

Damon's eyes smoldered above her. Oh, she was in for it.

Several hours later they needed sustenance. Only problem was since the apartment was new, Elena hadn't exactly moved in which meant there was a serious lack of food. They threw on clothes and headed to the supermarket where they were the talk of the town. People stared and whispered and it didn't bother either of them. They were lost in their own world as they wandered around picking out stuff to fill Elena's cabinets and fridge. They nibbled on free samples and had pretend sword fights in the kids aisle. And Elena got a little glimpse of what their future would be like.

"So what happens after this week?"

Damon put some steak in the cart. "I head to D.C. for a story, why?"

"I mean with us." She blushed and began to babble. "I mean if there is an 'us'. I don't really know what the protocol is with this sort of thing. I'm a little out of practice. I kind of swore of men for the past—"

He quieted her with a kiss. "We're an 'us', crazy. And we figure it out. My job requires some traveling but we'll make it work. The beauty of the technical age means we have lots of ways to stay in touch."

Elena laughed. "Good. And you'll be back in time for Jenna and Ric's party?"

"Wouldn't miss it," he smiled.

"Good. Let's head home," she stated as they made their way towards the checkout.

Damon put his arm around her. "I like the sound of that."

She did too.

A/N: As always read and review xx