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CHAPTER ELEVEN:

There were a ton of changes that had to be made before Elena could move into the boarding house so she and Damon worked constantly on perfecting it over the following three weeks. For one thing, the house was so dark and it was clear only men had lived there. Elena fixed this by going shopping and purchasing some rugs, paintings, frames to hang on the wall, as well as frames to sit on tables, and a few vases with fake flowers.

Damon already had the largest bedroom in the house, so they decided to use that as their bedroom. It was perfect for him, but Elena found it a little depressing for herself and refused to live in a bedroom with pitch black walls. Damon put up quite a fight, but finally agreed to allow Elena to paint the bedroom taupe instead, as long as his black curtains could stay. She let him keep his bed set since she was in love with the satin sheets and velvet comforter. The bathroom walls were also black, but Elena just put up a few pictures and mirrors on the wall and let it be.

His closet wasn't nearly large enough though and it took quite a bit of work to create enough room for both of their wardrobes. Damon ended up moving his bookshelves and a few other items into the empty room across the hall, which would now be converted into the library, and knocked out that wall to extend into the small room next to his, aka, their closet. Each of them had a side to themselves, which wasn't a problem considering the space available. Adding beautiful french doors really pulled it all together too.

Finally, the house was finished and move in ready. Thankfully, due to Damon's vampire strength, Elena didn't have to lift a finger and the moving was finished quickly. Later that day into the night, Damon and Elena made love for the first time in their bed. Collapsing back onto their respective pillows, Elena turned to face him.

"I want you to turn me."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I'm not sure I did. You want to be a vampire?"

"Yes."

"You want me to turn you now?"

"No, not now! But in a few weeks, a couple of months, sometime soon."

"We haven't talked about this."

"We're talking about it now."

"Aren't you afraid of what everyone will say? Bonnie? Having to stay away from your friends for a while? Lying about what you are?"

"The only thing I'm afraid of is ever having to be without you."

"If you're absolutely sure, I'll do it. Just let me know when you're ready."

"Okay. I will. Goodnight Damon, I love you."

"Goodnight Elena. I love you too."

The next thing Elena knew, she felt lips on her own. Instantly responding, she begins to deepen the kiss before she even opens her eyes.

"Mmm," she moans as Damon lifts her pajamas over her head and squeezes her breasts. Removing his lips from hers, he moves them to her neck and begins to kiss where he prefers to bite which elicits another moan from her. She pushes her hips towards him in want as he lifts her pajamas over her head and kisses down her body slowly and lovingly. Upon reaching her breasts, he takes each one into his mouth, alternating between biting and licking, only making Elena thrust her hips in an upward motion more.

She was growing wet and impatient so she decided to urge him on, Elena began scratching Damon's chest with her long fingernails. This caused him to match her clothed thrusts and pay even more attention to her breasts. The fan in the room made her nipples hard as pebbles and Damon's cool tongue only amplified that feeling and made her shiver in anticipation.

"Please!" she exclaimed, impatiently.

He obliged by traveling his tongue further south before reaching her black satin bikinis. He began rubbing his fingers on her most sensitive spot through her panties, making her squirm and a hint of begging. Unable to resist her anymore, Damon grabbed the lace top of her panties with his teeth and slowly pulled them down, able to smell her sweet scent of want for him.

Each time he sees her like this, Damon is entranced by her beauty. And it is all for him, and only him, forever.

Smiling, he kisses her passionately while inserting a finger, then two inside of her. He pumps them in and out and then removes them, licks his fingers, tasting her on him before replacing his fingers with his tongue. Taking long strokes of her clit, she thrashes below him, gripping the sheets with her hands, causing her knuckles to turn white.

"Oh! Yes!" she screams, as he finds the spot he was searching for.

He swirls his tongue around to lick the delicious liquid then kisses her on the mouth to make her taste herself. They each moan in approval as Damon pulls the covers back over them.

"Happy six month anniversary kitten."

"Mmm. Happy Anniversary Damon."

"I have something to go do, but stay here, and I'll be right back. Okay?"

"Mmkay," she replies, already half asleep again.

Damon kisses her on the forehead and then leaves the room and Elena instantly falls back asleep. Forty-five minutes later, he returns with a tray with a full breakfast on it and wakes her up like sleeping beauty.

"Elena, dear, I brought you breakfast. Sit up."

She obliges and smiles once she smells the delicious scent of coffee and pancakes.

"You made breakfast."

"I did."

Damon took his place next to her in bed and had a glass of blood as she ate her breakfast.

"Damon! It's soooo gooood!" she complimented, mouth full.

He smiles genuinely and replies "Thank you."

"So you wake me up with fabulous morning sex and then a delicious pancake breakfast. What else do you have planned for our anniversary Mr. Salvatore?"

"What? That wasn't enough?" he teases, earning a playful slap from her.

"Yeah," he nods. "You do know me better than that. We're actually taking a plane somewhere. You don't need to pack anything, we aren't staying overnight. But wear something comfortable, yet nice."

"Very specific."

"You bet."

Around noon, they left for the Virginia airport. When they arrived, Elena was surprised to find they didn't head to where they normally would to wait for a plane.

"What are we doing, Damon?"

"You think I would take you on some standard airplane, Elena? No. We're taking a luxury jet."

"Of course we are."

Elena had to admit it was nice not having to wait for a plane. They walked right up to the jet and got on. It was like a five star hotel in the sky. Looking around, Elena found a living area with a huge LCD TV, a cocktail bar, a fully equipped kitchen area, laptop work stations, a sauna, a bathroom, and finally a bedroom.

"Wow..."

"Pretty incredible, isn't it?"

"Um... yeah. So can you tell me where we're going now?"

"Carmel beach."

"Where is that?"

"California."

"You're taking us across the United States for a date?"

"Had to step it up, remember?"

"Won't it take us a while to get there? By the time we get there, we'll have to get back on the jet and come home."

"Nah, it's like 2:00 now and we should get there before 5:00.

Sure enough, the jet landed at five minutes until five o clock.

"So we're here, now what are we going to do?"

"Well, the beach here is so beautiful so I figured we could take a walk along the ocean."

"That sounds incredible."

After renting a convertible from the airport, Damon drove to Carmel beach.

Using his vampire speed, Damon rushes around to open her car door before she even has a chance to unbuckle. He holds his hand out to her and she takes it, exiting the sports car gracefully. The wind picked up as they climbed the stairs to the beach hand in hand. Soon, the salty smell of the ocean overwhelmed their senses as they began to descend the stairs, seeing the glittering white sand and crashing waves below.

Elena smiled and gave Damon's hand a slight squeeze in appreciation. The moment Elena's bare feet reached the warm sand, she sighed. There really wasn't anything else quite like having sand between your toes.

As promised, they walked hand in hand on the edge of the sand, feeling the ocean rush over their feet every few seconds. There were palm trees placed randomly on the beach which made Elena think about how beautiful of picture this beach would be.

They walk slowly in almost perfect silence. Words aren't needed now. They just use this time to be with one another, no worries, no distractions, nothing. Their hands stay molded together, a perfect fit, but every so often Elena will place her head on Damon's shoulder, kiss him on the cheek, or he will kiss her on the cheek. These simple moments mean a lot to them.

After walking for a few hours, the sun began to set. They stopped to watch as the sun moved slowly down the horizon, causing a mixture of oranges and reds to reflect from the sky to the ocean.

Damon released her hand for the first time since they arrived to place it on her lower back, pulling her to him and placing his other hand on her cheek, caressing it as he kissed her. The bright sunset caused their shapes to show up more like silhouettes than people.

Pulling away from the kiss, he reaches for her hand once more, remaining in constant contact with her and they continue to walk down the beach.

Around ten minutes later, Damon stops and asks Elena to place a blindfold on he got from his back pocket. She obliged and waited patiently while Damon sped off.

Less than sixty seconds later, Damon was back behind Elena, removing the blindfold. In front of them stood a table with two plates of spaghetti and a glass of Merlot at each spot.

"Dinner is served," Damon states, pulling out a chair for Elena before going to sit himself.

"It smells delicious."

The only noises made throughout dinner were by Elena about how wonderful Damon's cooking was. After dinner, Damon wiped his mouth and then reached into his jacket pocket.

"Elena. For the next few minutes, don't say anything, okay? It may freak you out at first, but please, let me finish?"

"Okay," she replied, sounding apprehensive.

"Elena Gilbert, I love you more than I ever thought was possible," he started, pulling a tiny black box out of his pocket.

She gasped, but kept her promise and didn't say a word.

"You get me more than anyone else has. Ever. And that is only one of the many things I love about you. You're incredible, sweet, and sexy. Everything I would ever want. Everything I will ever want. That's why I want to give you this. As a promise that we will be together forever."

He opens the box to reveal a three stone diamond ring in ten karat white gold. Diamond accents lined each side of the band, each diamond capturing the light.

"Damon, it's gorgeous!"

"So you accept it?"

"Of course! Yes!"

Damon removed the ring from the box and slowly placed it on Elena's left hand ring finger. It is a perfect fit and they both admire how right the ring looks on that finger. In that moment, neither of them are thinking about what everyone else will think when they see her wearing the diamond ring.

Holding hands once again, they head back towards the car and to the airport, ready to go back home.

End Author's Note: I recommend you Google Carmel beach because it really is stunning. Also, if you're interested in seeing the ring I picked out for Elena, it is item number 3834707 on Zales' website. (: