Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).
Warning for slightly explicit sexual content.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
After Damon had left, Elena and Bonnie went to the library to pass the time until he returned with further news. They engaged in a discussion about their various favorite books when suddenly Stefan returned. He must have checked the study and parlor first before he found Elena and Bonnie. Stefan simply glared at Bonnie with enough venom for her to know she needed to leave the room, therefore she scuttled out of the door and closed it behind her.
"Where is my brother?" Stefan demanded.
"He has gone to visit Sheriff Forbes." Elena replied.
"Why?" Stefan frowned. "Has there been more news?" he asked.
Elena nodded. "One of the suspects has been found dead." she told him. "He was shot in the head. Most likely this morning." she said.
Stefan nodded. "I see." he said. "Well I came to inform you I will not be going away for a few days." he told her. "I am visiting both Bob's family and Nancy's family. The Sheriff asked me a little earlier. Apparently some live a fair few miles from here. But it is my duty to care for them in this time of need." he explained.
"Where will you eat and sleep?" Elena asked, trying to sound as if she cared.
"I'm sure hospitality will be granted." Stefan told her. "Fear not dear wife." he smiled in such a way, Elena thought he almost cared. "I will rest in peace as long as I can I be assured you will be safe here?" Stefan asked. "Promise me you will not go out riding for the next few days?" he asked.
"I am quite certain I will be fine." Elena told him. "I promise not to go anywhere unless it is deemed necessary." she assured him.
"Good." Stefan replied. "I need a few things for my trip." he told her. "I shall go and get them, meanwhile could you ask the kitchens to make some food to take with me for my journey?" he asked.
"Would you like anything in particular?" Elena asked.
"Cheese and pickle, some chicken and fruit should see me through for a day." Stefan said.
"Who is looking after the church?" Elena asked.
"Pastor Donovan, who took over temporarily when Pastor Young died, will be taking the service." Stefan told her. "He is coming over from Grove Hill and will attend to the services." he said.
Elena rang the bell and told Bonnie of Stefan's order, while knowing full well Stefan was in all likelihood filling his hip flasks with whiskey, either that or simply taking a few bottles. She just hoped he didn't take too much so that he was too drunk when he returned from his trip. When he returned Elena could see the shapes of the flasks in his pockets, however she pretended not to, as she didn't want to enrage him before he left. Bonnie returned with sandwiches and some fruit in a pouch to tie on to Pluto.
"Good day dear wife." Stefan nodded.
"Good day dear husband." Elena replied. "Have a safe journey." she said, kissing Stefan on the cheek as he left. She and Bonnie watched as he walked out of the door before Bonnie turned to her.
"He'll be lucky to be back within the week if he's dealing with their families." she told Elena. "Bob's family live about forty miles north of here. They moved away after the war for work, but Bob stayed as he already had a good job. And Nancy's family come from fifty miles south. She moved to Mystic Falls when she married as her husband Anthony was a tailor. Nancy ran the business while he was gone. When he died, she continued to run the business, although she has a trained tailor working for her." Bonnie explained. "She was such a valuable part of the community by then. Also she met Bob, so there was little point in moving back to her family." she said.
"Oh." Elena simply said, realizing she didn't have to deal with her husband for almost a week. She tried not to look relieved, but the expression on her face was clear, she was happier than she had been since the day she married Stefan.
Moments later, Damon returned from his visit to see the Sheriff.
"Damon!" Elena called out as he quickly found her and Bonnie in the library. "What did the Sheriff have to say?" she asked.
"The man found dead had indeed been identified as Tommy Jones, or whatever his real name is." Damon told her. "He had nothing on him, no money, no gun, even some of his clothes were missing." he said.
"Do you think the other person did it?" Elena asked.
"Most likely." Damon nodded, although Elena suspected he didn't believe that and was just relaying what the Sheriff had told him for Bonnie's sake.
"Stefan just left." Elena told him. "He's going to see the families of Bob and Nancy." she said.
"He'll be gone for around a week." Damon nodded thoughtfully. "Elena, I need to speak to you in private in the study." he said, which Bonnie knew meant keep away. She respected Damon enough to know not to listen in, although she was beginning to suspect something was going on between the two of them. The way they looked at each other was not that of which their positions afforded. They were able to read each other, and they would understand what the other was saying without the words being spoken. It was the understanding with which two people would have, who were very familiar with each other, and usually in love.
Once Damon and Elena were alone, Damon went to one of the drawers of his desk and brought out a set of four keys. Elena frowned, completely confused by Damon's actions, she'd expected he wanted to kiss her, although she did notice the shutters were open, which meant people could see inside. Damon held out the large, heavy keys, which were all black, except for a brass one, to Elena, who took them and examined them.
"What are these for?" she asked.
Damon walked over her to show her. "This one is the key to your bedroom door." he told her. "I want you to lock it at night. As much as I despise my brother for the way he treats you, at least you are safer while he is around." he explained. "This on here..." he showed her the largest key. "This is the key to the servants entry to your bathroom. Open that and you can escape down the stairs and through the servants exit. This one here." he pointed to the smallest key. "This is the entry to the door across the hall from your bathroom into my bathroom." he said. "If you need me at night, you can easily find me. And this one..." he held the brass key. "This key locks the door to the servant stairs."
"Why would there be a door to stop the servants entering through the servants entrance?" Elena asked.
"Because when my father first married my mother, they slept apart. When he wanted to visit her at night, he would go through the servants entrance as it was private." he smiled mischievously. "To make sure the servants didn't see him in his night wear, he made sure the door was locked, basically making it just a corridor between the two rooms." he explained.
"Oh." Elena nodded. "So why do I need this key?" she asked.
"If you want to visit me when you do not want the servants to know." Damon lowered his eyes.
"Oh I see." Elena blushed. "Do you not have a set of keys?" she asked.
"I do." Damon nodded. "But I would not presume to visit you unless you wanted me to. And also, that was my father's bed." he grimaced. "Now I know of your predicament, I do not believe that bedroom allows for true love to blossom." he said sadly.
"Would I be able to visit you tonight?" Elena asked shyly.
"You never have to ask." Damon smiled. "I could never say no to you." he added.
"Then I will visit you after supper." she stated. "Although I am not quite ready to..." she stopped, hoping Damon would understand.
"We will take everything at your pace." Damon agreed. "You have been through enough. I would not wish to rush you. I want our first time to be perfect." he smiled, to which Elena blushed even more. He had a wonderful habit of bringing the color to her cheeks.
"Maybe we should retire early tonight." Elena suggested.
"I think that is a wonderful idea." Damon agreed. "I'm quite sure servants will appreciate it. I will speak to Emily to tell the cook to organize supper for two hours earlier. That will allow me time to finish everything I need to do today before taking a bath." he said.
"Well then, I suppose I also ought to bathe." Elena smiled. "Maybe I shall try the rose oil Bonnie keeps suggesting." she said.
"That would be nice, although I do like you the way you are." Damon admitted.
"We shall see." Elena grinned. "Is there anything else?" she asked.
"Nothing that I can currently think of." Damon replied. "Now I must get to work." he said as Elena opened the door to the study.
"Good day brother." Elena said for the benefit of potentially any ears who may be listening in.
"Have a good day sister. I shall see you at supper." Damon replied, and with that Elena closed the door and left Damon to his work.
By the time Elena had eaten her dinner, bathed and rested, it was time for her and Damon to have an early supper. Instead of going to the library for a short period before finally retiring for the night, Elena went to bed almost immediately, claiming to have a headache. Although Elena often went to bed earlier than Damon and Stefan, this was early even for her.
When she got to her room, Bonnie helped remove Elena's bodice, skirt and her hooped underskirt until she was left in just her petticoats, and her corset. As Elena was not allowed any assistance from Bonnie with her corset, she'd taken to wearing a front fastening one since she had her first dresses and clothes bought for her by Damon. This meant Stefan no longer had to help her with her corset and lace it up too tight, which had almost prevented her from breathing. This type of corset was far more fashionable and practical, especially at times like this. Elena also removed her stockings, but left her drawers on for modesty, before loosening her hair as if she were getting ready to go to bed.
Elena had decided not to visit Damon in her night dress as they were made of a light cotton, which meant her entire body would be visible through the material. And although Elena knew she and Damon were planning to be more intimate, she was not sure if she was ready for him to see her like that. Even Stefan hadn't bothered to remove her clothes, although Elena suspected when the time was right, that would not be the case with Damon.
Elena wrapped a woolen shawl around her shoulders and locked her bedroom door, before heading to the bathroom and opening the connecting door to the servants stairway. She locked the door stairway privacy door with the silver key to prevent anyone coming upstairs and disturbing them, or even knowing Elena was in Damon's bedroom. He'd assured her nobody was allowed upstairs at night unless there was an emergency, therefore nobody would be listening in on the other side of either door.
Elena took a deep breath and knocked on Damon's door, hoping he was already there, as he had told her he wouldn't be long. She had taken around an hour to disrobe and build up the courage to go see him in such a state of undress. A few seconds later, Elena heard footsteps on the other side of the door and the key turn, before it opened revealing Damon, who was wearing substantially more clothes than she was. From what Elena could see, he was wearing his trousers and his shirt; only his jacket, boots, vest and cravat were missing. Elena blushed realizing how wanton she must have looked in her current state of undress, but instead Damon simply smiled and gestured her to enter. He locked the door as they walked through the bathroom and into Damon's bedroom, where she found a similar room to hers and Stefan's. However Damon's room was slightly smaller and consisted of a large four poster bed. Elena felt a little overwhelmed by it.
"Your room is beautiful." she said nervously.
"It is functional." Damon shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. "I barely spend any time here. Nowadays it is just used for sleeping." he said. "Would you like to sit?" he asked, showing her to the red couch near the window, which was opposite a well worn looking brown leather chair, which Elena assumed must be Damon's usual seat. Between the couch and chair was a coffee table, which housed a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Elena sat down on the couch and Damon sat opposite her in the leather chair. "Would you like some wine?" he asked.
Normally Elena never drank as Stefan forbade it citing it was against their religion, which Elena found wholly hypocritical considering his own drinking habits, however she had simply obeyed to prevent him from beating her. However Stefan was not in Mystic Falls and would never know, therefore Elena decided she might as well indulge slightly.
"Just a small glass." she replied as Damon poured her half a glass, while pouring himself a slightly larger measure.
Damon took a sip of the wine and Elena followed suit, but instead of taking a sip, she drank the entire glass; forcing her to try her hardest not to screw her face up at the unusual taste, but clearly failed, causing Damon to laugh at her.
"You clearly are not used to the taste of wine are you?" he chuckled as he finished the contents of his own glass.
"I admit, I've never been allowed to drink it before." she told him.
"Would you prefer water?" Damon asked, but Elena shook her head.
"The wine will be fine once I am accustomed to the taste." she said, as she noticed a slightly warm feeling in her body, which was clearly caused by the wine. Elena also noticed she was feeling slightly more emboldened. "I must admit, I feel very under dressed." she said.
"I think you look perfect as you are." Damon said truthfully. "However I am concerned as to whether you are cold. I can light a fire." he said pouring them both another glass of wine.
In truth, Elena was a little chilly, the shawl wasn't particularly warm. "That would be nice." she smiled as Damon got up and lit the fire.
Soon the warm orange glow filled the room, giving it a feeling of comfort, almost making Elena feel sleepy, especially combine with the wine. This time Damon didn't sit opposite Elena, he sat down on the couch next to her, took her hand and kissed her knuckles. Elena melted right then; just his lips against her skin was enough to make her feel things she'd never known before. Elena wanted him to place her on his knee like he did before and kiss her chest, although now she only wore her corset, there was more bare skin of access to him. However, Elena was feeling inquisitive. She'd never seen a man without his shirt before. Stefan always wore his night shirt to bed and would dress in another room.
Elena took another sip of the wine to give her the courage to go ahead with what she wanted to do next. She leaned over and unfastened the second button of Damon's shirt as the top button was already undone. Damon's eyes lit up and he leaned over to her and their lips gently brushed up against each others, before they began to kiss ravenously.
While Elena continued to unbutton Damon's shirt as they kissed, Damon wrapped his arm around Elena's waist. He pulled her around until she was straddling him. This made life much easier for Elena as one by one, she continued to unfasten the buttons of Damon's shirt. To her disappointment, she realized he was wearing an undershirt. However, undeterred, she unbuttoned faster until the shirt was undone. Damon clearly took pity on her as he wriggled free of the shirt. Fortunately the shirt which was beneath was looser and allowed Elena's hands to roam underneath, meaning she could touch his skin. However Damon pulled away from the kiss.
"Would you like me to take this off?" he asked as Elena nodded shyly.
Once he lifted his tunic over his head, Elena took in a deep breath, surprised by what she saw. His chest and arms was muscular, forming shapes she'd never seen before, but instantly knew she liked. Elena ran her fingers down the smooth skin which was periodically covered in small amounts of hair. One area caught her eye in particular. Just below his navel was a line of hair which went all of the way down into his trousers. Elena flushed with embarrassment as she realized where it was leading to. She swallowed hard as she reminded herself that the way Stefan had gone about their intimate times was wrong. They had not engaged in kissing or touching, which was why it had been uncomfortable for Elena. With Damon it was different, these were exactly the things they were doing, and according to Bonnie, part of the Damon's body the hair was leading to, should normally bring Elena a great deal of pleasure, not the pain she was accustomed to.
Damon's hands, which had been placed around Elena's waist moved down to her hips, as he began to pull her in closer. Elena's body must have taken over, because although her mind didn't know what she was supposed to do, her pelvis certainly did. She began to rotate her hips as she felt herself brushing up against the bulge in Damon's trousers. As the area covering her intimate parts were seamless, as they usually were, her straddling Damon meant the area which was open to the air was wide apart. This completely exposed her to the material of Damon's trousers, as if she wore nothing at all. Every movement sent a jolt of electricity through her body, so pleasurable it felt like her body was going to explode. Elena moaned into Damon's mouth and pressed her hips down harder, needing more of the friction which was causing heat to build up inside her, similar to what she'd felt before, except this time it was far more intense.
Elena knew whatever was building up inside her, was going to come to a point where she could no longer bear it and something would have to give. She just hoped Damon would understand whatever was going on.
Damon pulled away from their kiss. "Do you want me to help you." he whispered as Elena simply nodded, no longer able to form coherent words. "Do you trust me?" he asked as Elena nodded once more. "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just going to make you feel good." he warned her.
"Please." Elena begged as she pressed her forehead against Damon's.
She felt Damon's hand make its way under her petticoat and up to the point where she knew she needed him to put it. All the while he began to kiss her neck and chest like he had when they were in his study. Elena felt Damon's hand between her thighs and he began to touch the place where she needed him the most. His thumb massaged what felt like the point which seemed to produce the bolts of electricity, while his other fingers found her entrance. Under normal circumstances, Elena would have been wary of any man putting any part of his body in that area, however Elena trusted Damon and knew whatever he did would be for the best.
That was why when Damon pressed his fingers inside her, she didn't even flinch. Unlike when Stefan was inside her, this was not painful, in fact this was the opposite, it was the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced. Damon continued to thrust his fingers inside her while massaging the sensitive area, when it clearly became too much for her body to take. Something inside her reached a trigger point and the heat inside her boiled over, she felt her insides begin to spasm, clamping around Damon's fingers like a vice.
"That's it Elena. Let go for me." Damon whispered in a voice she'd never heard him use before.
"Oh...oh...Damon..." Elena cried as she clung to him while the exquisite convulsions took over the area of her body which had always been off limits to pleasure. She burned deep within as she pressed her body into Damon's chest. Whatever was happening to her so powerful, it felt as if it were consuming her entire being. All too soon, the sensation began to subside and she could feel Damon's fingers stop working their magic. Elena found herself absolutely shattered from the intensity of pleasure she'd felt.
Finally Elena collapsed, her head in the crook of Damon's neck while she was still straddling him. He removed his hand from under her skirt and began to tenderly stroke her hair. Elena sighed with contentment.
"Is that the first time that has ever happened to you?" Damon asked softly.
"Mm-hmm." Elena nodded weakly. "It was wonderful." she smiled. "Thank you."
"Thank you." Damon smiled back. "Knowing that I was the first, and hopefully the only man to ever give you and orgasm, makes me feel very honored. Your pleasure is my pleasure." he whispered as he nibbled her ear.
"And what about your pleasure?" Elena asked.
"Don't worry about me. We have a few days." Damon smiled. "I just want to make sure you feel good, and feel comfortable about feeling good." he told her. "But most of all, I just want you to one day trust me with your body." he said.
"I already do." Elena smiled almost sleepily.
"I think we need to get you to bed." Damon laughed. "I believe that one glass of wine has gone to your head." he said.
"I don't want to stay in that bedroom. I hate it!" Elena complained. "I want to stay with you." she said, nuzzling into him, taking in his intoxicating scent.
"Fine." Damon sighed. "Let me find you one of my shirts." he said. "You can't sleep in that thing." he told her as he pushed her off him, causing Elena to moan grumpily until he picked her up bridal style and placed her down gently on the bed.
Damon then rummaged through his dresser until he found an appropriate shirt for Elena to wear. When he turned around, he was shocked to find her already removing her corset, clearly an effect of the wine. As much as he wanted to stare as her naked petite frame, he knew it was not what she wanted. Therefore he threw the shirt on the bed and turned his back to her.
"Don't worry, I didn't see anything." Damon told her. "There's a shirt on the bed behind you." he said.
Elena reached behind her and found Damon's shirt, which she pulled over her head. "You can turn around now." she said as Damon turned to look at her. Elena had not only removed the corset, but she'd removed everything, including her drawers. In fact the only item of clothing covering Elena's body was the shirt he had just given her, which only came down to her knees. She turned back the sheets and climbed into his bed and lay down, her eyes never leaving his. Damon threw his own night dress over his head and quickly removed his trousers. He clearly hadn't been wearing anything underneath as he threw his clothes on a chair and climbed into bed beside her. Elena curled her body into his, while he wrapped his strong arms protectively around her body.
Elena lifted her head slightly and placed chastely kissed Damon on the lips. "Goodnight Damon." she whispered. "I love you." she murmured.
Damon kissed Elena on the top of her head. "I love you too Elena. Goodnight." he said as they both closed their eyes and fell fast asleep.
I had to do a bit of research for this chapter, and to my surprise, I found that women's drawers were crotchless during this era as it was otherwise a little difficult to use the chamberpot/outhouse or whatever they were using at the time. So I decided to opt for authenticity. ;)
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