Sorry, guys, I was away on holiday. I'll be updating all my stories today.


When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me.

Under the lamppost back on 6th street.

Hearing you whisper through the phone.

"Wait for me to come home."

Photograph by Ed Sheeran


Chapter 11

"What time are you leaving tomorrow, babe?" Damon asked as he sifted through Elena's drawers, pulling out things he thought she'd need.

It was the Wednesday before Jeremy's graduation and she was still caught on if she was going to be moving home or not. Being with Damon was unlike anything she'd ever felt before; she was genuinely happy around him and she didn't want that to stop. She had noticed that he had changed, too; instead of being mostly arrogant and self-assured, he was happier and more lighthearted.

"'Lenababy?" He asked when she didn't reply.

She blushed at her nickname and gave him a smile, "I'll probably leave around ten or so because I'm driving."

His brows furrowed in concern as he protested, "That's like seven hours in the car. I don't want you alone for that long; something could happen. Why aren't you flying?"

"Just easier to drive," she shrugged, walking to her closet and taking her shirts off the hangers, "And that way I'll have a car while I'm there."

"Fine," he conceded halfheartedly. He didn't like the idea of his girlfriend driving that far by herself. He sighed and watched as she emptied her closet. "What are you doing?" He asked, confusion coloring his voice, "You're just going for the weekend. I know you're a girl, but you don't need everything."

Elena averted her eyes from his, focusing on folding her shirts as the guilt threatened to seep out, "I just don't know what I want to wear while I'm gone. Besides, half of the stuff I don't even wear a lot anyway; I'm going to take it home and probably donate it or something."

"Okay," he said slowly, noticing her change of mood. Elena didn't normally hide things from him, but he felt a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that this was different. He studied how robotic her moves seemed to be, wondering what she was hiding. Walking over to here, he took the shirt she was holding and set in on the bed before taking her hands and looking into her chocolate orbs, "Are we okay? Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you or-"

She shook her head fiercely, her eyes beginning to brim with tears, "No. You didn't do anything wrong. I guess I'm…just emotional right now. I'll get over it. I'm sorry," she sniffed, wiping away at the tears, "I don't mean to ruin the day with you."

"You aren't," Damon smiled, leaning down and kissing her softly, "Everything is perfect."


"It looks like no one lives here anymore," Damon observed, looking around Elena's bare apartment, "Why are you taking everything?"

Elena's shoulders hunched at the question. Her mind was a jumbled mess when it came to him. She gathered her face in a fake smile before she turned to him, "Well, summer's coming up and I need to switch out all my winter clothes for summer ones…and I'm sure my brother will want some of the other stuff I packed for his apartment and-"

He strode over to her and kissed her softly, "Shhh, babe. It's fine. I was just wondering. I'm just used to girls having a lot more in their homes than just the bare minimum."

"Oh," she mumbled, her cheeks blushing slightly. She knew that she didn't have much, but between paying rent, sending money to Jeremy, and saving the rest, she didn't have time to think about decorating, let alone knickknacks.

"Don't worry about it," Damon said, smiling as he looked around at the empty space, "We'll fix that when you get back. I'm thinking…" he walked over in front of her white couch and held out his arms in a wide gesture, "A big screen TV against this wall and a beautiful sectional right across from it. Perfect for cuddling and…other activities," he waggled his eyebrows at her with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah," she smiled back at him before checking her phone, "It's already after seven…you should probably head home before the club opens tonight."

He scrunched his nose for a second and pursed his lips, "I'm not working tonight. Besides, I'm already home."

Elena snorted as she looked around and teased, "Excuse me, Mr. Salvatore, but this is my home. Not yours."

He sauntered over to her, a loving smile on his face as he took her small hands in his. His blue eyes were wide and vulnerable as he spoke softly, "My home is whenever I'm with you, Elena. You're my home."

"I love you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly, "I love you so much."

Cupping her olive cheeks in his hands, he brushed his lips against hers, "I don't think I ever really knew what love was until I met you. You've changed everything for me. I know we've only been dating for a few weeks, but I've really gotten to know you since you came to work for me. You…indescribable. You're Elena and I'm so glad that you're mine."

Elena looked down and blushed, her heart racing. Damon was the epitome of what she wanted in a man and she wasn't sure how she was ever going to give him up. He had become such a large part of her life in such a small time that the thought of being without him caused her physical pain. She sighed and laid her head on his chest, "Are you spending the night tonight?"

"Of course," he answered quickly before backtracking nervously, "Unless you don't want me to. I mean, I could always go to my apartment-"

"No," she smiled, pulling away to look into his blue depths, "I want you to stay with me tonight. I don't want to be alone."

"I'll never leave you alone, baby. I promise."

Elena sighed before disentangling herself from him and going into the kitchen. She looked through the cupboards before pulling out a box of noodles and a jar of spaghetti sauce. "I hope you're in the mood for Italian," she called to him before looking for a pot to boil the noodles in.

His arms wrapped around her from behind and pulled her back flush against his front as he murmured sensually, "I hope you're in the mood for Italian because that's what you're going to be getting for quite a while." He thrust his hips against her to prove his point as he kissed the hollow beneath her ear.

"Oomph," she squeaked, nearly dropping the pot in her hand. Her mind was beginning to cloud with lust as she wiggled her little butt against him. He groaned, gripping her hips hard as he rubbed against her slowly. She could feel the heat building in her core as she moaned, "Damon…"

One of his hands snaked around her front, unbuttoning her shorts before slipping inside her lacy panties while his free hand moved to cup her breast. His fingers left a trail of fire before using his middle finger to circle her tiny bundle of nerves. She arched her back as she panted, pushing her behind tighter against his growing erection.

Elena felt as if she might explode as he leisurely circling her clit. She could feel her core start to drip with earnest, desperately wanting to relief the ache between her legs. "Damon…I need more…" she whimpered.

He plunged one finger deep inside her throbbing heat, earning a startled gasp from his girl as she dropped the pot on the counter with a loud clang. Using his thumb to massage her clit, he pumped his finger in and out of her at a steady pace, feeling her walls begin to tighten around him. She squirmed in his embrace, thrusting her hips wantonly against his hand as he buried a second finger inside of her. She screamed his name loudly and fell apart in his arms, thankful that she was light enough for him to hold up.

"Wow," she panted, laying her head back against his shoulder with a huge smile on her face, "I think I'll love Italian for the rest of my life."

"Good," he murmured, kissing her softly as he slipped his fingers out of her before bringing them to his mouth and moaning softly as he licked them clean, "I'll never get tired of how good you taste. I could lick you all day long."

Elena's giggle turned to a gasp as she wiggled her bottom against him again, feeling his straining cock through the denim of his jeans. She turned in his arms and placed a soft kiss to his lips before looking up at him innocently, "It looks like you could use some help, too, baby."

His eyes widened comically as she sank to her knees in front of him. She had never done anything like this before, but he had never asked her for anything in return. She swiftly unbuckled his pants before unbuttoning them and sliding them down his legs. Black boxers and his cock trying so hard to escape the cotton confines met her. Brushing her hand softly against his bulge, he tried to suppress a groan.

"If I do anything wrong, you have to tell me," she said softly, looking up at him with a small smile curled on her lips.

"You've never done this before?" Damon asked in wonder. Just how innocent was this girl?

She shook her head slightly, insecurity clouding her features as she looked down, "I-I know I don't have much experience…"

"Shhh, baby," he reassured her, reaching down and stroking her cheek lovingly, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, but you'll do great if you do."

Nodding eagerly, she replied, "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel." Her heart swelled as he smiled at her.

Taking a deep breath, she tugged down his boxers and revealed his manhood. She gasped in surprise as she looked at him for the first time. She had never seen a penis in person before and his could only be described as beautiful. She knew that he was bigger than average and the girth alone was almost the size of her wrist. The same raven hair that trailed from his navel surrounded it, making her blush slightly.

Damon watched as she observed him, nearly moaning as her small hand reached out and touched him softly. His skin was so smooth and felt so soft under her hand that she couldn't wait to see how he would feel in her mouth. Wrapping her hand around the base, she tentatively lapped at the swollen head of his cock, swallowing the somewhat bitter fluid that was weeping from the tip. She slowly allowed more of him in her mouth, being sure to massage the rest of the length that wasn't in her mouth.

"Oh, God, baby," he groaned, anchoring his hands in her luscious hair so he wouldn't thrust into her mouth, "That feels so good."

Encouraged by his words, she eagerly began bobbing her head up and down on his hard length, swallowing more and more as she went. Her hands were braced against his naked thighs as she pleasured him. An ache was beginning to build between her legs and she reached her hand down and slowly rubbed her clit in tandem to her thrusts.

Damon was trying his hardest not to explode too fast, but seeing her on her knees before him with his cock in her beautiful mouth as she tried to get herself off at the same time was beginning to make him weak in the knees. He wasn't sure how he had gotten such a perfect girl, but he sure as hell wasn't about to let her go.

"E-Elena, baby…" he panted, his hands scrunching her hair tighter in his fists, "You have to s-stop if you don't want me to cum in y-your mouth."

She moaned something against his cock, but began sucking him harder, knowing he was close. She was dying to taste him as he had tasted her.

"Goddammit! Fuck, Elena!" He roared into the kitchen, holding her head down as jets of his hot cum spurted down her willing throat. She eagerly swallowed what he had to offer before pulling away slightly and licking the rest of her saliva off of his softening cock.

Her clit was still throbbing for release, but she was glad that she had made him feel good. She sat back on her heels as she daintily rubbed her mouth against the back of her hand and smiled up at him, "Was that okay?"

He hurriedly pulled his boxers and pants back up before pulling her to her feet and wrapping his arms around her tiny waist, "That was probably the best blowjob I've ever had."

Elena blushed and looked away, "You're lying, but I'm glad you liked it."

Hushing her, he kissed her passionately, not minding the taste of himself in her mouth. He smiled and pulled away to gaze at her, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as he murmured, "How's that little clit of yours doing, baby? I know you were getting wet while you sucked me…do you need some help?"

She nodded, biting her lip as her eyes began to fill with lust again, "Uh huh. Would you help me, please?"

"It would be my pleasure," he said huskily, slipping his hand between their bodies and massaging her swollen clit with fervor. She was crying out in no time and he readily swallowed her beautiful sounds as he kissed her.


"I love you," Elena murmured as she was curled up on Damon's chest.

They had finished dinner an hour or so earlier and decided to just enjoy each other's company before she left in the morning. She was drawing idle circles on his bare chest as her mind thought about moving.

"I love you, too, beautiful," he said in an equally soft voice, "You're the only woman for me; I'm sure of it."

She laughed slightly, the tinkling sound of bells as she looked up at him, "We haven't even slept together yet. What if I'm horrible at it?"

"I don't need to sleep with you to know you're the one for me," he said, gazing into her doe eyes, "I love you, Elena Marie Gilbert."

"How do you know my middle name?" She asked in confusion.

He hid a smile, "I found your diary earlier and took a look inside the cover," he hurriedly continued at her stern expression, "Don't worry, I didn't ready it."

"You better not have," she grumbled, "Hey! Since you know my middle name, it's only fair that I know yours, too."

He looked at her skeptically, "Promise not to laugh?" She nodded and he sighed, "It's Christian."

"Damon Christian Salvatore," she said thoughtfully before a smile broke across her face, "I like it."

"Yeah, yeah," he scoffed, kissing the top of her head, "You need to get some sleep, baby. You've got an early day tomorrow."

"I need to tell you something," she whispered, her dark eyes looking up at him sadly.

Damon thought for a moment before he said carefully, "Is it going to make me happy or sad?"

She bit her lower lip gently. She didn't want to hurt him. She couldn't. She loved Damon more than she had every loved anyone before. He made her feel happy and safe and she wanted to be with him and only him for the rest of her life. But she also knew that a relationship couldn't be built on lies. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Sad."

"Then I don't want to know."


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~Grace