Please appreciate the limits of the flesh

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July

Elena opened her eyes and found Damon sitting on her bed.

"Hi." She greeted sleepily.

"Happy birthday."

She smiled. She didn't bother asking how he found out. It was a sweet gesture for him to come over.

She laughed thinking about being 'older' than Stefan. Honestly, it would be a pain to stay a teenager for eternity.

Damon placed a medium size box on her lap. It was wrapped in black shiny paper. The idea of him wrapping a gift made her smile even bigger. Or maybe he paid someone to wrap it? A more plausible scenario.

She ran her hand against the wrapping paper. She was nervous. There really could be anything in the box. Anything lewd as porn to classy as diamonds.

She sucked in a breath and tore into package.

"If you think the gift is stupid. I can buy you something else." Damon commented. His confidence was wavering about the gift. He didn't have a lot of experience with birthday presents.

Elena's jaw dropped.

He remembered.

She grabbed Damon by the lapel of his leather jacket to kiss him. Her arms went around his neck in a tight embrace.

"Thank you! Thank you!" She squealed.

"Un-fucking-believable." He whispered. She was insane. Go figure his girl liked books over jewelry. Perfect.

Elena brought the book up to her nose to smell it. He gave her an extra-large copy of Jane Eyre. It was vintage with an engraved decorative hardcover. She knew it belonged in the rare book section.

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Elena's birthday dinner was almost over. She couldn't take her eyes off Damon. She loved what he was wearing. He went home after visiting her in the morning. It was such a turn on to see him in a suit, even when she used to hate him.

Elena texted him under the table: "I'm the birthday girl, can I have my way with you?"

She watched him look down. His face remained expressionless. But he was thinking about how sexy she was to ask. She knew he didn't particularly favor being the submissive. It was the nature of their relationship, it worked for them, for him to have the control.

He replied: "Any way you choose."

Her body warmed up after reading the text. She could feel the familiar sensation in between her thighs. She shifted in her seat.

Elena worked the room to kick everyone out. She had better things to do.

Soon enough, Elena straddled Damon in his boxers.

She dripped hot fudge over his nipples.

He winced slightly.

She snickered. She looked downright conniving.

It was ironic that he was to blame for her behavior.

"This is what you had in mind." He groaned as she licked the fudge off. "To turn me into your second birthday cake!" He said feeling ridiculous.

He was never a huge fan of mixing food with sex with the exception of fruit. Naturally, he preferred bloodplay.

She didn't bother responding. She figured it was payback for all his bites. This time he was the meal. Oh yeah, baby.

She grabbed the whipped cream and drew a line from the bottom of his neck to his happy trail. She bent down and tried to lick it all off in one go. He tried to suppress laughing, it was somewhat ticklish.

She repeated the action with the hot fudge. He winced again at the contact.

She moved down his body to remove the boxers. She poured grenadine syrup in her hands and used it as lube on his member. His eyes opened and closed in pleasure. She continued stroking him until he was close to release.

Elena stopped, added more syrup, before taking him in the mouth. He was achingly hard. He no longer minded being her test kitchen.

She licked him enthusiastically loving the combination of the taste and his member's smooth texture.

"Elena." He called to encourage her. He was immensely enjoying her undivided attention.

She sucked him off removing all the syrup. She serviced his head like a favorite Popsicle causing him to cry out. She took him in deep, he couldn't think straight. A couple more seconds, please, don't stop, he begged in his mind.

She swallowed his release, which made an interesting combination in her mouth.

Elena climbed up his body to kiss him. He could taste the cherry sweetness on her lips. Damon wrapped his arms around her middle.

"Is it over?" He asked dramatically like a war veteran.

"No."

He raised a brow in curiosity. What else was going on his body?

"Get in the shower."

Elena sat on the counter in the bathroom as Damon fiddled with the water in the shower.

"Isn't it time for you to get naked?" Damon asked.

"Nah, I just want to ogle you."

"Peeping Tom, huh? Get in already."

"There are still..." Elena looked down at her watch. "15 more minutes of my birthday. My choice."

He mouthed 'okay' and scrubbed down. He settled on a 15 minute shower to regain control. It didn't frustrate Elena, she was daydreaming about getting older.

When he got out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped in front of Elena. He reached to take off her skirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Your birthday is over."

Elena sighed and let him undress her.

"When's your birthday?" She interrupted his actions to ask.

"It's-"

"Wait, I can guess."

"Guess?" He asked disbelieving. There are 365 days in a year!

"My first guess is November, but it could be in March, or... eh, February."

"November." Her first guess was correct.

"Your birthday is before the 21st of the month."

"7th. How did you narrow it down?" He stood behind her in front of the mirror. She looked tiny compared to him.

She gripped the counter watching him. "Scorpio." She moaned as he entered her.

He pushed in all the way to the hilt. He savored the warmth he found inside.

"Astrology?" His hand wrapped around to fondle her clit.

Elena couldn't talk anymore.

"So how does my sign read?" He asked clearly thinking astrology was a joke.

"Sex." That was all she could manage to explain. She was leaning over the counter in pleasure.

"...is what we are doing right now, yes."

She shook her head. She moaned. "Scorpio is the symbol of sex."

He laughed a little. "Tell me more." He cupped a breast.

It was hard for her to keep standing. Her legs were growing weak.

"Elena, tell me more." He said in a sing-song voice.

Elena managed to roll her eyes. This was her fault for starting a conversation before having sex.

"Determined." She muttered annoyed.

Thrust.

"Intuitive."

Thrust. Her knuckles turned white against the counter. She was grateful to have something to hang onto.

"Powerful." Elena spread her legs further apart. She watched her face changing in pleasure. She did enjoy mirror sex with him.

Thrust. In the reflection, he watched her raise her hips, moaning loudly. She was close. He could feel the change around him.

She screamed. "Passionate."

That felt good, he allowed her to climax. She slumped around him trying to steady her breaths.

Thrust.

"Forceful."

He held her neck as he pounded into her. Just for dramatic effect.

Thrust.

"Obsessive."

Thrust. He started moving faster, she could hear their skin connecting back and forth.

"Jealous."

Thrust.

"Secretive." She whispered.

Thrust. Harder, harder, over and over.

He was on the edge from watching her and hearing her. He withdrew almost all the way, before slamming back into her. She could feel every inch of him.

"Um, pretty much all the traits." She said exhausted. Her head was bent over.

He moved her hair aside to bite her neck.

She watched in the mirror fascinated with the act, it was surreal.

He gripped her body tight against his finding release. He removed his fangs from her neck and purred in satisfaction on her shoulder.

He turned her around, so they could kiss. He cleaned his lips, but she could still taste some of her blood. From all the flavors she had in her mouth that evening, she didn't even flinch. She deepened the kiss using her tongue.

He pulled back meeting her eyes. "I love you." He mumbled before kissing her once more.

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One Week Later

Damon and Elena walked along the quarry on a cool night. The location of where their affair started with a spontaneous kiss. Six months of non-stop action.

"Spend August with me." He blurted out breaking the comfortable silence.

Huh?

"Join me on vacation." He explained his request and stopped walking.

Elena's thoughts were racing. He was leaving for a month?

"Where?"

"Any city abroad."

"Abroad?" Elena stuttered. "I don't even have a passport!"

"Time to get one."

"Why the sudden need to leave?"

"I've had enough of this small town stuff. I miss traveling. But I can't leave you here, I love you. Hey, you could join the Mile High Club!" He winked playfully.

She looked at him like he was crazy. Was this all about having sex on a plane?

"Give me one reason why not." He said seriously.

"Jenna."

"You're 18. You don't need permission."

Elena didn't look convinced.

"You could ask her." He suggested. Or I could compel her. Whatever."

"My friends, people in town."

"Tell them or don't, I don't give a damn."

Elena swallowed. "Money."

"Irrelevant." Damon scoffed. "I can pay. I have plenty of it."

"Um, hmm." Elena started thinking about it seriously. This was her chance to go somewhere exotic.

"You're out of excuses. Just think of the trip as a bigger timeout."

Memories of Georgia flooded her mind.

"Well?" Damon waited for her answer.


A/N: ONE MORE CHAPTER! I might post it tonight. :) So, I made Elena a Cancer to be sexually compatible with him.

I gave you plenty of sugar. All of you on alert... Be Good & Review!

ps. Any water signs reading my fic? Holler at me. haha