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Still nothing. Elena had been trying to get pregnant for over a month now. She took a test everyday hoping that somehow she'd come up with a different result but it never came. She forced Damon to have sex with her at least once a day. But he didn't complain too much about that.
One time she got sick in the morning and thought she was pregnant and they had so much sex she couldn't even walk straight the next day. In the end it had just turned out to be a bad case of food poisoning from their dinner the night before and it had left her a little bit heartbroken.
Damon was as encouraging as ever. Now that he had fully recovered from all his injuries and rehab was finally over with, he took almost every opportunity to show her how special life was. He was being the absolute sweetest boyfriend in the entire world, and she was doing her best to be appreciative of that but with every negative result on each pregnancy test it was starting to wear her down.
But she would still try.
So when Damon got back from work that day she was putting on just about the sexiest thing she owned and waited for him by the door. When she heard the lock turn signalling that his key was in the door, she ruffled up her hair a bit. and smoothed out the very lacy teddy that she was wearing. It didn't cover up a lot of her body but the intent was there.
Damon walked through the door with a shocked look on his face at seeing her standing there waiting for him. However, she didn't expect that he would be on the phone when he walked in, and he seemed to be talking to another business associate.
He tried to keep the conversation going even as he eyed her up and down, taking in her entire body. She started to walk over to him slowly, taking her sweet time. Giving him a chance to get off the phone before she toyed with him, but he seemed to be frozen in place.
"Ah, yes, Bill," Damon said although his voice was forced, "I'll fax that over the plans for the new building to you on Monday."
Elena had reached him now, and was running her hands up and down his chest, feeling the hard muscles tense from her ministrations. She felt a sense of womanly pride run through her as a shiver ran down his body. She started to peel his suit jacket off his body, and he accommodated her removing the phone from his ear for a second as she pulled it down his arms and tossed it onto the floor away from them.
She started unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly, taking her time with each button.
"Yes, it will all be there," Elena pulled his shirt down his arms and it pooled at their feet. "Don't worry..." She ran her hands up his chest, following the hard lines of his body. "I'll take care of all of it."
Elena ran her hands down to his pants, finding his belt. She pulled it out of his pants slowly, smiling when she heard his intake of breath when she grazed his package slightly with her fingertips.
"Yes, Bill, you too," Damon squeaked, as her hand snuck into his pants cupping his package with her hand. "I'll see you next week - Bye now."
As soon as he hung up the phone she yanked him by the waistband of his pants so that he was pressing firmly against her. She smashed her lips onto his with such urgency and passion that she felt it all the way to her toes. Damon must have felt it too because he dropped his unceremoniously phone on the floor and pressed himself even more tightly against her, slanting his mouth over hers so that he could take control of the kiss.
Damon's hands found their way into her hair as her hands started to unbutton his pants. He wasn't having it though as he pushed her up against the wall nearest to them. He heard her moan as she hitched her legs around his waist. She grinded herself against him for a few minutes, as he was effectively trying to get inside her mouth, probing his tongue into her mouth.
He pulled his lips away from hers, "You've been such a bad girl, Elena."
"I'm a very bad girl," Elena said saucily, running her tongue over her lips.
Damon's smile widened at her words, happy that she was playing along. "You know what bad girls get, Elena?" He smirked when she shook her head in answering. "Bad girls get punished."
"Punish me then," Elena's sultry voice had him chuckling under his breath. He absolutely loved her like this.
"What am I going to do with you?" Damon whispered, running his nose along hers as he pressed her tighter against the wall.
"What do you want to do to me?" Elena whispered back, her eyes connecting with his in a way that said she trusted him completely. "How do you want to punish me?"
"I want to..." Damon drifted off smiling, running his hands down the legs that were wrapped around his waist. Her weight never seemed to affect him as he kept her upright in position without so much as holding her legs to keep her balanced. She was sometimes still amazing by how in shape he was that this never got tiring for him. "I want to spank you."
Elena gasped clearly in shock by his choice of words. But said nothing as he pushed them off the wall and carried her across their apartment and into their bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held on for dear life. He kissed her sweetly on the lips as he laid her down on the bed, watching as her beautiful hair fanned out below her.
He removed himself from on top of her, removing his pants in the process. He threw them whichever way just wanting to be rid of them at this point. He grabbed her feet which were dangling off the end of the bed and pulling her closer to his body.
Elena sat up as his hands went to the end of the teddy that she was wearing and he dragged it over her body before tossing it on the floor. She was then only left in her black lace underwear that had matched the teddy perfectly. He crawled on top of her again, bringing her in for a passionate kiss. She moaned into the kiss, curling her arms around his back to keep him right where she wanted him.
He kissed down her body slowly, until he made it to her underwear, and he dragged them down her beautiful tanned legs, letting them drop to the floor. He shed himself of his own underwear as he placed barely there kisses all the way up her legs. He slowly made his way up to her stomach, swirling his tongue around her belly button teasingly, but they soon settled on her lips again.
They kissed lazily for a few minutes, enjoying the taste of each other's mouths. But it wasn't as good as the main event and soon Elena was withering in Damon's arms, begging for him to take her. He gave into her silent command, and lined himself up with her hot center and drove himself home.
It was a harsh thrust, not like the ones she was used to. But it felt amazing all the same, as she dug her nails into his back, overwhelmed with the pressure.
He pulled back and leered over top of her and quickly started thrusting in and out of her at a hard and fast pace. He was spreading her legs in all kinds of different ways trying to find the best way to penetrate her deeper. He was titling her world on an axis, and she realized that he was really fucking her. He didn't do it very often. They weren't making love, or having sex. Or any of the other bullshit clichés for sex. They were just plain fucking.
And damn it felt good.
Elena was on the brink of her first orgasm when he flipped her over suddenly and she lost the build up the moment he stopped thrusting.
"On your knees," Damon ordered,
Oh, sexy dominant Damon was out to play tonight. She loved when he got like this with her, he was always so hot like this. So, she did as she was told and got on her knees, reaching her hands out to grasp onto the headboard tightly. He started thrusting in and out again, falling easily back into his rough and fast pace.
He got really into the movements, and she could tell he was really lost when he ran his hand up the length of her back and curled his hand in her hair, gathering it up and pulling back on it. She moaned out loud, arching her back.
"Oh yeah, baby, scream for me," Damon praised, pulling harder.
Elena screamed for him. Oh, she screamed really hard for him. She was hurtling into her first orgasm fast and hard, and he knew it. Her inner muscles were squeezing tightly on him and he couldn't help but moan at the feeling. He reached underneath her and stroked her clit with his thumb, and that was all she needed and she came undone around him.
"God! Yes - Damon!" Elena screamed out as she spasmed around him, her knuckles turning white from holding onto the headboard so tightly.
She didn't know how she managed to stay upright after an orgasm like that but she quickly got back into the game. She was desperate for another orgasm like that. She knew Damon would be hell bent on delivering that before he reached his own.
"I think it's about time you received your punishment now," Damon said, and she could just hear the smirk in his voice.
Wanting to wipe it off his face, she squeezed her inner muscles on him and heard him moan uncontrollably behind her.
"You little minx," Damon shook his head, and took his hand slapping it hard against her ass.
The forceful blow caused Elena to moan very loudly, arching her back. Damon took it as a very good sign and placed more on her, all the while never slowly down on his thrusts.
It didn't take long and she was already heading into her second orgasm, but this time he was following very close behind her. He stopped slapping her ass and got a firm grasp on her hips as his orgasm was hurtling fast. They came together in a mixture of moans and groans.
They collapsed onto the bed, Damon falling down on top of her but quickly rolling off when he heard her soft gasp.
"What's wrong?" Damon panted out, concern filling his voice.
"You just -" Elena took in a deep breath as she tried to catch her breath. "My ass really hurts, and you were crushing it."
Damon gave her a childish smile, which had her smiling in return. Damon moved his way down the bed, stopping when he reached her butt. He saw the red marks on her behind, and leaned over to place a kiss down on one cheek. It was the softest kiss imaginable, and when he didn't see her flinch, he continued placing them, soothing the skin there.
"Does this hurt?" Damon asked her softly,
"No, it feels good," Elena murmured, "It feels really good."
Once he was done soothing her behind he started placing kisses all the way up her back, hovering over her body. He nuzzled her neck, hearing her giggle at his playful gesture.
"You are so sexy," Damon whispered into her ear, before nibbling on it. "Especially with my handprint on your ass."
"Maybe I'll start slapping your ass," Elena teased back, curling her hands underneath the pillow that her head was currently resting on.
"Kinky," Damon smirked, pressing a kiss right below her earlobe. He turned his voice serious again, as he pulled away from her. "I'll go get some lotion, I don't want it to hurt too much in the morning."
"Have I ever told you how great you are?" Elena asked, appreciatively looking at his backside as he removed himself from the bed to walk into the bathroom connected to their bedroom.
Damon cheekily shook his head, he didn't need to be told he was great, he just knew. But he would never turn down a chance to have Elena boost his ego.
"Well you are," Elena said thoughtfully, smiling at him. "Even when you're being a ass."
"Wow, that hit me where it really hurts," Damon teased, holding his hand up to his chest in mock hurt. "I can't believe you would say such hurtful things to me."
"Oh, cry me a river," Elena mumbled, burying her face in the pillow.
"Don't be like that or I'll slap you across the ass again," Damon said and this time he was closer than before. He must have only had a quick trip to the bathroom.
Damon squirted a small amount of lotion on the palm on his hand, before gently placing them on her ass which was still delightfully red. He held in a laugh though for Elena's sake. He started to gently kneed into her skin causing small moans to escape from her uncontrollably.
"Just relax," Damon soothed, easing her into a state of barely there consciousness.
"Marry me," Elena half whispered, half moaned, and as soon as she said those words she wasn't sure why she said them. Of course she knew that he had already asked her so of course they were going to get married. She didn't even know why she had brought up the topic now of all times but she couldn't stand not being married to him for at least one more minute and so it just slipped out.
"I think you relaxed a little too much," Damon chuckled,
"I mean it," Elena whispered softly.
"First of all sweetheart, the guy is supposed to be the one that proposes in a relationship," Damon said laughing quietly to himself, "Second of all, I already asked you to marry me and you said yes, remember? Did I fuck the memory out of you or something?"
Elena turned around underneath him, ignoring the brief uncomfortable ache that came with it, and that now her ass was probably going to end up getting stuck to these sheets. She stared into his eyes and shook her head at his question.
Damon raised his eyebrows and cocked to head to side. "Are you sure about that? Because I'm pretty sure you have no recollection of me asking you to marry me."
"Damon, can you stop joking around for one minute!" Elena pleaded, "I don't mean it like that -" She stared into his eyes, as they looked into hers begging her for an explanation. "I mean that I don't want to wait anymore. Sometimes it takes couples a full year before they even get married after they get engaged. I don't want to spend any more time not being married to you."
She paused for a minute, expecting Damon to speak but when no words seemed to come from his mouth, she added, "I know that with all that's happening it may not be the best time, but it's also the most perfect time. Almost losing you made me realize how short life really is and I want to be able to spend all my moments with you and to let the whole world know you belong to me."
"You already know that I'm yours," Damon whispered,
"I want it to be on paper," Elena insisted passionately, "I want everyone to know that you're mine. I want to be able to refer to you as my husband because you already feel like you are."
He seemed stunned into silence. She found this odd mostly because they were already supposed to be getting married, he should be jumping up and down at the opportunity to get married faster. They needed something happy to balance out all the drama that had been going on lately. She would convince him that this was the right move to make and that they would get their happily ever after.
"What you're saying is -" Damon started,
"I want to get married to you right now," Elena smiled softly, wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him on top of her. He leaned on his elbows as his hands played with a strand of her hair.
"You want to get married - right now?" Damon asked her softly, making sure that he heard her correctly.
"I don't need a big fat wedding in order to be happy," Elena explained, rubbing her nose intimately along his, "I just need you to make me happy."
"Just me?" Damon asked,
Elena nodded her head, and Damon's whole face lit up and he gave her one of his famous smiles as he leaned down to kiss her. She smiled into the kiss before letting herself be swept up by it, and damn it was a good kiss.
He pulled back after a short period of time before saying, "Of course, Miss Gilbert, I would be honoured to marry you."
"Oh, Mr. Salvatore, the pleasure is all mine," Elena whispered, giggling when he brought her in for another kiss that she felt all the way to her toes. And just like that they were swept up in each other's arms showing each other just how much they loved each other.
All she knew was that she couldn't wait for this man to be hers, and everyone in the whole world would know it.
"You want to get married on a beach?"
They were lying in bed the next morning, too lazy to move. Good thing it was a Saturday morning and they had all the time in the world. Damon's head was currently rested on her stomach, rubbing his face against the smooth skin of her body. He had taken the liberty of raising the shirt she was wearing so that they were skin against skin, but after they'd been together for so long it didn't bother her much.
"A beach?" Elena asked, running a hand through his tangled mess of hair.
"It's romantic, isn't it?" Damon asked,
"What are you a woman?" Elena teased, watching him lift his head up in shock. Oh no, she'd just put a huge dent in his manhood.
"Do I have to remind you how much of a man I can be?" Damon threatened her, putting his face down to her stomach again and he bit the skin there teasingly, causing her to gasp at the sharp pain. "Remember what happened the last time you were misbehaved, Elena."
"I remember thoroughly enjoying it," Elena murmured, running her hand through his hair, brushing it away from his face, before caressing his beautiful face. He leaned into her hand for a long second before his face broke out into a mischievous grin.
"Oh, did you now?" Damon flipped her over suddenly so that she was now lying on her stomach. "So, if I were to spank you really hard on the ass right now, it wouldn't hurt?"
"Damon!" Elena squealed, trying to get out from underneath him. She succeeded after a few attempts and crawled off the bed away from him. "I'm still sore, you ass!"
"Baby, come here," Damon pouted, grabbing her by the shirt and pulling her down on the bed again. She went willingly but her face showed no signs of forgiveness. "I'm sorry for doing that."
"You should be," Elena mumbled,
"Come here," Damon beckoned shyly, tugging on her shirt so that she would come closer to him. There were the beginnings of a smile forming on her face as she scooted closer to him. He waited until their faces were about an inch apart from each other before he leaned over and placed a big fat kiss on her mouth.
He started placing them all over her face next as she giggled and squirmed beneath him. He took that opportunity to make his move and he brought his hand down and connected it with the half of her ass that hadn't been spanked last night.
Damon got a loud gasp out of her and watched laughing uncontrollably as she scrambled her way off the bed.
"You ass!" She screamed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at his head, watching his feeble attempt to block it from hitting him in the face. Once it hit him square in the face she started laughing at his disgruntled look.
"Payback's a bitch," Elena giggled, getting back on the bed to pounce on him.
She straddled his hips and her hands found his, pinning them above him on the bed. It was definitely an amazing sight, Damon being completely dominated by her. He rarely let her play this role in the bedroom.
Elena smiled down at him before leaning in to place a passionate kiss on his lips. He accepted everything that she gave, pressing his lips just as tightly against hers. Her tongue traced the outline of his lips indicating that she wanted to be let inside. He opened his mouth to her willingly allowing his tongue to mingle together with hers as they performed a dance that they had perfected over the years.
They kissed for what seemed like a lifetime before Elena finally pulled away, panting slightly from the powerfulness of the kiss.
"Am I forgiven?" Damon asked sweetly, staring into her eyes.
Elena nodded, releasing his hands as she moved to get off him. He groaned in protest, clearly under the impression that he was going to get some sex out of their little spat.
"Nope," Elena shook her head. "We've been having way too much sex lately, and it needs to stop."
"You're saying it like sex is a bad thing," Damon muttered distastefully. "It is perfectly normal to have sex every day. Even multiple times a day."
"Yes well, we're not like that," Elena said, getting up from the bed. "No sex for you today. Now get up."
"Is this what marriage to you is going to be like?" Damon muttered under his breath. But apparently Elena had heard it and before he could register it she had thrown a hair brush at his head. Good thing she had terrible aim though and it hit him in the chest. "Oh, so hostile today."
"You are infuriating," Elena held her hands up in the air in frustration. "God, you can be so annoying sometimes."
"I love you too, honey," Damon replied cheekily, lounging back on the bed.
Elena had already wandered back into the bathroom at this point as she undressed to take a shower. But she saw that Damon had not removed himself from their bed yet.
"You better get up or no morning sex for a month!" Elena taunted just as she was getting into the hot shower.
Before she even had a chance to register it, Damon was behind her in the shower giving her very little room to move around, which she realized was probably his intention.
"Well played, Miss Gilbert," Damon whispered in her ear, rubbing his hands up and down the sides of her body. "You drive a hard bargain."
"No, no, no!" Elena said, removing his hands from around her body and backing away from him. "I told you that we're not having sex."
"What? Why?" Damon pouted, trying to grab her again.
"Because we can't just have sex all the time," Elena explained, grabbing the shampoo bottle off the shelf and squirting some onto her hand. "Now, are you going to help me shower or not?"
Damon huffed, but he knew he wasn't going to win. So once she started lathering the soap up in her hair he smacked her hands away and took over. She let out a contented purr as her hands settled on his hips, her fingers slowly stroking skin there.
"Now this isn't so bad is it?" Elena murmured, her eyes fell shut of their own accord.
"I wanted sex," Damon said bitterly,
"Stop whining you big baby," Elena sighed, leaning up to him, puckering her lips.
Not being able to deny her of anything he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss against her lips. She smiled into the kiss, happy to know that she wouldn't be on his bad side forever. When he pulled back she leaned up further and gave him one last small kiss.
"I love you," Elena moaned out, as he starting digging further into her scalp.
"You're really lucky I love you too," Damon moved her body so that she was now standing underneath the stream of water. "Now rinse."
Elena carefully washed all the shampoo out of her before grabbing the bottle again and squinting some into her palm, reaching up to wash his hair now. Damon purred under her caresses, his hands finding her waist to pull her closer. When his hands started to wander though up to her breasts she had to smack them away so that he wouldn't get too carried away.
Elena dragged him roughly under the water when it was time for him to rinse, her own form of punishment for the little stunt he had pulled when she had been washing his hair. His lips quirked up in amusement at her little tug under the water stream.
Once they were out of the shower and dressed there was a knock at the door. It had been days since someone had come knocking at their door. She had a brief flashback to when Stefan showed up at their door and shot Damon but blinked it away before it could send her into any type of panic mode.
So they walked to the door together this time, not wanting to take any unnecessary chances of getting caught off guard. Damon opened the door and they were face to face with two police officers. They immediately pulled out their badges, introduced themselves briefly before brushing past them and into the apartment.
"Mr. Salvatore, Miss. Gilbert," One of the police officers said in greeting. "We are here to inform you about the rape and attempting murder case involving Stefan Salvatore."
Salvatore? They had shared the same last name? This was news to Elena, but apparently not to Damon who remained cool and collected beside her.
"Oh yes," Damon responded, leading the police officers over to the couches in the living room. Elena trailed behind him but she still felt a little out of place. "Please seat."
Damon took a seat in the arm chair across from the detectives, and Elena sat on the arm of the chair, she felt it would be weird to sit with the detectives. Damon's hand found her back, brushing the tips of his fingers lightly against her back. She felt herself relax due to Damon's talented fingers, coaxing some of the stress to be released from her body.
"So, what's the new information?" Damon asked, and his voice was business like, and she realized this must be the way that he behaves at work. Wow, this is hot. She'd file that particular information away for later use in the bedroom.
"We have succeeded in catching him," The police officer who had yet to speak since they had entered the apartment. "He is currently in our custody and will not be allowed to be released through bail."
The tension that had been held up in her body suddenly released at the knowledge that Stefan would no longer be out there and would no longer be able to get to them. Damon's hand paused on her back when he heard the news, but he only faltered for a second before picking up his motions again.
"How long is he going to be jail for?" Elena asked, her voice surprisingly quiet.
"He's serving about ten years right now ma'am," The first police officer said, before scoffing. "But I think once they go to trial there could be a possibility that he could serve more years than that."
"That's good," Elena mumbled, before looking down at her hands.
"Well, we'll get out of your way then." They stood up, and Damon and Elena followed holding out their hands to shake. "Enjoy the rest of your day."
"Thanks, you too," Damon said, shutting the door behind him.
Once they had moved a safe distance from the door, Damon's eyes connected with hers and his face communicated everything. Elena ran towards him and flung herself into his outstretched arms. He caught her immediately, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly. He buried his face in her hair and she could sense his grin on her neck. Elena's face probably mirrored his as her hands wove themselves into his hair anchoring him to her body.
"I love you," Damon whispered into her hair, before kissing the side of her head.
Elena's grin widened. "I love you too," she whispered into her ear.
"Would it be presumptuous of me to take you to bed right now, Miss Gilbert?" Damon asked teasingly in her ear, walking them back to the bedroom as he asked. Clearly stating that she was going to the bedroom whether she liked it or not. But, who was she kidding? She'd never pass up an opportunity to have some time in the bedroom with her man.
"No, Mr. Salvatore, I think it would be highly suitable for this situation," Elena giggled, dragging her face away from his neck.
He placed an intoxicating kiss on her lips that immediately had her in the mood to get caught up in everything that was Damon. She let herself be lead to the bedroom as Damon's fingers tunneled into her hair in the throes of passion. Elena fought back with equal fever, wanting to completely lose herself in him.
There ya have it! Only a few more chapters left and this story is done :)