You won't have to say that you'd love to
But baby please that you want to
Someday

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Flowers Bed & Breakfast - Thursday Afternoon

At the sound of the last school bell, Elena practically ran to the B&B. She hadn't seen HD in over twenty-four hours after shacking it up with vampire Damon. Much to her surprise, when Elena had turned her phone on in the morning, there were no messages from him. She had expected him to check-in on her since they spent nearly every day together. She hoped he wasn't mad at her for not calling him.

At the B&B Elena entered saying her usual greeting to Mrs. Flowers and headed upstairs to visit her beau. Elena stood outside of his room and knocked on the door, but he wasn't answering. Elena frowned and pressed her ear up against the door trying to hear if the shower was running. She couldn't tell either way. Elena huffed a bit, then remembered she had a spare key that she rarely used. She dropped her backpack on the ground and searched inside the front pockets. She let out a sigh of relief when she found the key nudged in a corner.

Elena opened the room door and checked the bathroom, it was empty. Her earlier assumption had been wrong. Elena pouted wondering where he could have gone. She shrugged deciding to wait for him and jumped on the large bed, getting comfy to watch some cable and catch up on homework. She had a lot to catch up on after skipping the school on Wednesday in favor of having hot sex with Damon. She blushed at the explicit images in her head. Elena had assumed sex would have been drastically different between the man and vampire, but it wasn't. Damon was the same in bed, that is, really damn good.

A few hours later, a trigonometry packet and two made-for-television movies later, Elena nodded off in HD's bed. It was well past dinner when she awoke alone in the dark room. She looked around at her surroundings confused wondering how long she had napped. She turned on the light on the nightstand and searched for her phone to check the time. It was ten in the evening. She had slept for over four hours. The only missed calls on her phone were from vampire Damon; though there weren't any voicemails or texts from him.

It was obvious HD had never returned from his outing. Elena hoped he was okay. She looked around the room for any clues. She found an old movie ticket stub, photobooth pictures and a torn nightclub wristband on his desk, all evidence from their latest weekend adventures. However, there was nothing new, notes or otherwise indicating where he could have gone. Elena tore the photobooth pictures in half and pocketed them. She liked them very much, they were silly and happy in them.

Elena took a seat on the edge of the bed trying to determine her next step. A part of her wanted to check the Mystic Grill, but she didn't have enough time to run around town. She knew the vampire was probably getting restless, needing her help around the house. Elena settled for writing HD a note, sticking it to the door, explaining that she visited and missed him. With a longing heart, she locked up and started the long walk to the boarding house. She kicked the dirt in annoyance, she seriously needed to borrow Damon's car again, it wasn't like he minded since he never drove it anymore.

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The Boarding House - Thursday Night

Damon loudly grumbled in bed while idly channel flipping, he was flustered by Elena's day long absence. It was the first day she hadn't visited him since the beginning of the spell. Damon was trying hard to push away his paranoia that Elena was regretting that she slept with him the day before. Honestly, it wasn't logical to fathom such a rapid change of heart. He thought they had made significant progress in their relationship. He even warned her that he wasn't going to let her go. She belonged to him in the true sense, not as some kinda fuck buddy.

No longer caring, Damon settled for the Cartoon Network's Adult Swim. Mid-way through Family Guy, Damon sat up in bed hearing the front door open. He perked up in excitement, hoping it was Elena. In a normal situation, he would have known according to the sound of her footsteps, but his vampire hearing was impaired nowadays. Faintly hearing the sound of the microwave, Damon was relieved to confirm it was her. Stefan rarely used the appliance.

Within a few minutes, Elena entered the bedroom holding a mug of hot blood. She shot him a small smile approaching the bed.

"Well, hello there, so nice of you to show up." Damon greeted taking the mug.

"I was napping, but I'm here now." She shrugged trying not to make an issue out of it.

Damon sensed something different about her, but he had trouble reading her emotions. He scooted to the middle of the bed, silently inviting her to lay in bed with him. Elena took the visual hint and joined him, laying down over the covers. She leaned back against the headboard in an awkward mess.

"You okay?" He asked with a curious head tilt.

Elena was dazed thinking about HD. "Huh? Yeah, I'm good."

Damon looked at her suspiciously.

"How are you feeling?" She asked doing her routine check-up.

"Tired. Joints hurt. Never better." He answered dryly.

Elena let out a breath grateful he wasn't experiencing fevers or chills, those symptoms were the more brutal ones.

Damon finished the blood, wiped his mouth and set the mug on the bedside table. The serving gave him a much needed boost. His arms reached out for Elena and dragged her into his embrace, she made no move to protest. He nuzzled her, her soft hair grazing his face. She closed her eyes indulging in his gentle touch.

"You kept me waiting." He said in half-joking scolding tone.

Elena didn't reply.

"I didn't take a shower today."

"Oh, really." Elena answered amused by the random hygiene update.

"Mm Hm." His hands caressed her hips and thighs through her jeans, sending shivers down her spine. "I want to take a bath. Help a guy out, will you?"

Damon was expecting a physical reaction of sort from Elena, but there wasn't one.

"Now?" She asked.

"Yep."

She shrugged giving her consent and got out of the bed. "How hot do you want the water?" She asked thoughtfully.

"Ladies's choice." He answered mischievously.

Elena's lips parted in understanding walking over to the en suite bathroom. She sighed at her reflection and turned the handles, filling the large square-shaped marble tub with steaming water. While waiting it out, she curled up in the corner of the bathroom. Her knees were propped up and she rested her head on them with her arms covering her eyes.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about HD. Her heart kept sinking, it hurt badly. She never felt so lost as if she was nothing without him. Yet deep down, she knew her emotions weren't making any sense. The vampire in the bedroom was and wasn't the love of her life. The vampire for the most part was emotionally reserved - aloof in disposition. He hid behind biting sarcasm and smart looks, she didn't like it. She wanted a man that was absolutely crazy about her like she was for him.

A tap on her head startled her, she looked up to see Damon in front of her. She chuckled a bit. "It's been a long time since you've flashed me."

Damon smirked. "Good to know I still got it."

Damon hoped she was simply tired, because she looked so desolate when he walked into the bathroom. Her laugh somewhat eased his worries about her. He extended a hand to help her off the bathroom floor.

Elena took his hand and stood up, glancing at the tub. It was almost full.

"I think it's ready." Damon remarked. "Steaming hot, I might add."

In agreement, Elena reached over and turned the water off.

"Chop chop."

"What?" Elena asked confused as he looked at her expectantly.

"Strip us both."

Elena raised a brow asking if he was serious.

"Oh, come on." He rolled his eyes.

Elena smirked and started to unbutton his shirt, he was in normal clothes instead of loungewear. A very cocky Damon watched her little fingers work down the center of his chest.

"I'm spoiling you too much." She said under her breath.

"If you ask me, just enough." He said while she removed the shirt from his body.

He lifted his arms, giving her access to remove his undershirt.

"Did you get dressed solely for this purpose?" She asked knowingly.

His smirk grew bigger silently fessing up.

She shook her head at him and dropped to her knees. Her hands went to unbuckle his belt. Damon bit his lip in anticipation. "You wouldn't be playing along if you didn't want to play." He stated looking down at her. "Am I wrong?"

Elena looked up at him with a warning glance. She grabbed the belt and yanked it off roughly, he was easier to push around in his weak state. He chuckled taken a little by surprise.

Her hands went to the button of his jeans and unzipped them. She dragged the jeans down his legs. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She took off his socks while down there. She looked up and watched his member harden in his boxers before her. She blinked a few times steadying her nerves.

"Just your favorite part of me to go." He remarked cheekily followed by a tiny hip thrust.

"Damon." She chided.

"Elena." He mocked back.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"Is the running commentary on our sex life necessary?" She asked annoyed looking up at him.

"What's the big deal?" Damon retorted, he was obviously far more comfortable talking about sex than she was. It was inane for her to act self-righteous, after all she was the one working his body every day. God knows how many condoms packets they've gone through.

Elena's hands went to his waist and swiftly slid off his boxers. He stepped out of them and she looked up at him. She stared at his throbbing member, but didn't reach for it. Instead, she stood up with an almost triumphant look on her face.

Damon pouted a bit, disappointed she didn't blow him. He had been looking forward to it. She loved giving head to his human self, he also remembered her being quite skilled in the department. With a quick glance at her, he stepped into the tub and waited for her to join him.

Elena removed the photobooth pictures from her pocket, not wanting to damage them.

"What's that?" Damon squinted watching her place the strip on the bathroom counter.

"Pictures of us." She replied softly removing her jacket and tossing it on the floor.

Damon grinned at her answer and watched her intently as she removed her shirt and bra. His eyes studied her perfect nipples ready to devour her. His fingers gently caressed his needy member while she continued to undress. His libido had been raging all day, he stubbornly refused to jerk off while waiting for her to show.

She kicked off her shoes and socks, moving on to remove her jeans. She shimmied out of them until she was left in only lacy black underwear. Damon perked up instantly smelling the scent of her arousal. Her fingers went to the waistband and tossed her underwear into the pile of clothes.

Walking over to the tub, she stepped into it with one leg, wincing a little at the hot temperature and swung her other leg in the tub. Damon floated over and held her legs in place, stopping her in place before she submerged. "Sit on the edge. I want a taste first." He commanded and let go of her legs.

Elena's heart skipped as she followed his instructions. Damon spread her legs further apart and floated to position himself at the level of her core. His tongue did a fast swipe which gave her goosebumps. He moaned pulling back. "Fuck Elena. You're so ready for me." He murmured before licking her nectar in earnest, the sweetest wine to him.

Elena whimpered in response and opened more for him. Her fingers came to rest in his hair. "Yes, Damon." She panted. "All for you."

He growled possessively and sucked on her clit harshly. She panted his name, her chest started heaving. Her body was asking for more. Sweat rolled down her skin getting excited.

"Yes, Damon. Oh, ah, like that. Oh, Damon." She cried out just the way he wanted to hear. Her encouragements only made him more relentless with his flattened tongue, giving her what she wanted.

Feeling her thighs shake under his hands, Damon knew she was getting close to release. He started to tongue her opening in haste until her breathing grew ragged. She crashed down against his face, he tasted her cum while holding her still. She was nearly falling over, completely satisfied.

She loudly moaned feeling especially sensitive under his tongue. Her core was swollen and aroused from his efforts.

Damon pulled her into the water, she landed across his lap. She shot him a lop-sided grin and curled up against his lean, muscular body. "The water feels good." She mumbled.

He caressed her back listening to her breathing, waiting for her to recover. "It does feel good, but you feel better. Straddle me." He ordered.

Elena sighed softly against him and floated off to position her body the correct way. She reached between them, searching for his hard member. Damon looked up at the ceiling in pleasure as she guided him, her smooth and wet inner walls were welcoming his body. Her muscles tightened securely around his member. She pushed down into him as her fingers were running down his spine.

"Mmm, yeah." Damon moaned into her ear while holding her hipbones. "Take it slow."

Elena silently acknowledged his request. She reached to grasp the edge of tub for leverage to ride him. He stared at her face as her body moved rhythmically up and down causing waves in the water around them. Some of the water spilled out over the side. Each of her gentle thrusts pushed them both closer to release. His hands palmed her breasts, squeezing them periodically. She whispered his name in bliss, she was one with him.

Her back arched as she burned up in desire, he tongued her throat, then buried his face in her soft breasts as his hands held her lower back.

They both faded into the feeling of their interlocking bodies. In time, her body started to shake causing more water to splash, she was screaming, losing her mind in satisfaction. Feeling the same way, Damon roughly bit her shoulder with his blunt teeth sending them both to oblivion. The merciless waves of pleasure coursed through their bodies, they experienced perfect rapture until falling limp against the tub.

Once regaining mobility of her limbs, Elena slid out of him, leaving his lap. She lay floating in the water wondering how she ever went on without him, at the thought she glanced at him. His eyelids were heavy as if he was fading, like he was barely holding on. Elena knew it wasn't the typical post-coitus stupor, he looked rather ill.

"Damon!" Elena exclaimed worried taking his face in her hands. "Are you okay?"

Damon's eyes opened flashing in pain. "Yeah, I, ah, just... I don't feel so good. Sorta just happened." He answered firmly trying to stay strong for her.

"Ehhh." Elena groaned in concern, she pulled away from him. "I don't know if it's such a good idea for us to be doing this stuff while you're weak." She remarked seriously.

Damon's nose wrinkled in disagreement. "Yeah, well, there's no way you'll convince me to stop having sex with you." He grunted at her. "I waited too long for us to happen."

Damon floated against the tub's corner, resting on it as support for his aching bones. "I'll be fine." He promised.

Elena huffed, not knowing what to say or do in the situation. She knew how stubborn he tended to be, always used to getting his way. "It's time to get you back in bed."

Damon pouted at her suggestion. "Meh. I actually needed a shower... Can you wash my hair?" He asked drained.

"Yeah." Elena agreed instantly. She reached for the shampoo bottle behind her and floated his way.

With a generous amount of shampoo in her palms, she went about washing his hair in massaging circles. She spent doting time on him, eliciting an occasional purr from the content vampire.

Damon moaned enjoying the special treatment. "I loooove you." He blurted out in an airy manner with closed eyes. He confessed spontaneously, while thinking about how she made him feel like he could love the right way.

Elena giggled in response assuming him didn't mean it, only saying it in jest given the situation. She proceeded to wash the shampoo out of his hair like nothing had changed. Damon wiped the bubbles from his face and opened his eyes. She noticed the vulnerability instantly in the blue, it hit her like a train since she wasn't used to seeing it. She swallowed waiting for him to speak.

"Elena."

She met his eyes in a questioning gaze.

"I love you." He stated in a dejected manner like it was a bad thing, as if the three words ruined everything. He broke over her.

Her heart was exploding in her chest witnessing his sincerity in the declaration.

She noticed him shift to his cool and collected self. "There I said it. You just needed to hear it." He said breaking eye contact with her.

Elena's mouth was dry as sand and unable to form words, but she needed to do something before their moment passed. He deserved to hear the truth after everything she put him through. She closed the gap between their bodies, so fast that water splashed out of the tub, she kissed him - hard. So hard it took him a second to get his bearings and return it equally in force. She kissed him until air was necessary. She pulled back in a shaken manner.

"I can't possibly imagine living without you. You know that, right?" She said in a rushed manner, her words overlapping each other.

Damon's eyes burned into her, hanging onto her every word.

"I love you so much that I can't even express how much." She stammered sounding intoxicated with tears forming in her eyes.

Damon softly gasped taken aback hearing the intensity in her voice. He was rather overrun after not knowing love for so long, an unusual feeling. A sense of completion formed in his heart. The void that he always knew was there attempted to heal for the first time. He promptly replied by kissing her face repeatedly. Elena had a bittersweet smile on her face, his demeanor reminded her of HD.

"Good." He said softly between kisses. "That's very good." He continued kissing her in a loving manner.

Eventually, long after making out under the dizzy lovestruck spell, the water turned chilly, reminding the lovers to retire. They dried their bodies off, Damon returned to bed naked and Elena slipped on one of his shirts before joining him. He automatically brought her into his embrace, cuddling against her.

As Elena tried to fall asleep, she heard Damon groan in pain. It occurred to her that during their whole confession ordeal, he still hadn't fully recovered. "Damon."

"Hmm?"

"You're still in pain." She stated in a whisper.

He didn't answer, but she knew he heard her.

"I want to help you."

"You've done more than enough for me." He dismissed her. "Go to sleep, you need to, especially if you're not planning to ditch school again." He said seriously trying to pacify her.

Elena shook her head. "I mean, I think you should..."

"Should what?" He replied warily.

"Bite me."

He stiffened like a statue around her at the suggestion.

"My blood took away your symptoms last time."

"I treated you like a chew toy last time." He scoffed. "And I don't feel as bad as then. I'm not feverish."

"I thought you'd want to bite me."

"Elena."

"Isn't it supposed to be sexy to you?"

"Elena."

"The bite on my thigh-"

Damon groaned remembering not being lucid for the bite in question. "Your blood isn't like other blood."

"What? How?"

"It's addictive, more so than usual." He explained. "It doesn't just taste good and feel good, I can't explain it. I could feel you in my body the morning after, like an amazing hangover."

"Isn't that good?" Elena asked self-consciously.

"Yeah, that's an understatement." He muttered. "But, I don't want to take advantage of you, especially like that."

"Damon." Elena said firmly. "I'm asking you this time. I want you to do it."

Damon swallowed hearing her plea and moved to hover over her. He was staring into her eyes looking for any sign of fear - there was none. "You really want this?" He asked seriously. Elena nodded, asking him to do it.

Damon closed his eyes and Elena watched the dark veins appear as his demon emerged. She faced his red eyes and saw a smidgen of fangs in his mouth. He moved her still damp hair away from her neck to pick a spot to take her. As he moved closer to bite her, Elena stopped him. He looked at her in concern, not understanding what happened.

"Can I kiss your vampire face?" She blushed in a coy manner.

Damon smirked and motioned for her to go ahead.

Very tentatively, Elena's fingers moved to touch the veins on his face. She looked at him in awe and leaned close to gently kiss under his eyes and mouth. Damon shivered, feeling such unique kindness in his vampire form, his demon definitely liked her.

"Okay, ready." Elena said confidently and turned her head to display her neck.

Damon's tongue came out to lick her skin softly. "The more relaxed you are, the better experience this will be for the both of us." He murmured in her ear.

Elena closed her eyes and tried to regulate her breathing, trying her best to follow his instructions. Damon continued to lick and suck on his chosen area as if warming her up.

As Elena's eyelids fluttered feeling sated, Damon's fangs pierced her skin in a neat, clean bite. She only felt pain at the initial breaking of the skin, then she was flooded with pleasure. Damon moaned into the bite as he climbed to ecstasy. It was the same shattering experience as he remembered. He was blinded by the beauty of feeding from her. With each sip, he could feel her enter and cure his aching physical and emotional wounds.

Elena was experiencing her ecstasy, in a violently erotic manner. Her skin grew warm with desire, the thick arousal flooded her core, her limbs trembled in tension asking for release. When her world exploded, it her full force, she screamed Damon's name in pleasure.

Her cries were the signal for Damon to pull back. After he did, he tended to the puncture marks by licking them, she softly sighed coming down from bliss. They both moaned in unison, feeling utterly satisfied.

"That was-" She said breathlessly.

"Yeah." He purred in agreement.

She let out a tiny yawn, he curled her back into a spooning position. "I love you." She whispered snuggling against his chest.

Damon couldn't stop smiling. "I love you too." No words had ever sounded better. The human girl in his arms was it for him.

A/N: Nice roller coaster of emotions for D/E. Favorite part? I'm finishing the story this week. :) Be Good & Review!

For more vampire Damon fun, check out my story: "Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground".