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Part One
"Where are you going?" Elena heard Jeremy call from upstairs. Elena was in the hallway, downstairs, putting on light makeup and brushing her hair. Most of it was pinned up by a soft feather clip that she removed seconds later. It didn't fit right with what she was wearing. Isobel came from the kitchen, snacking on some carrots. She was fully dressed already. Alaric was coming from behind her, wearing a soft black suit and a dark green tie. He was fixing it, putting it through the loop.
"Elena, is Damon picking you up?" Isobel asked as she passed by Elena to head into the living room. She wanted to sit down.
"Yes, he'll be taking me there. I'm heading over his house now. Mason is going to be there for Stefan." Elena said, feeling bad for Damon.
For the past couple of days, it had been tough. Damon lounging around the house while she was over or most days he went to sleep and didn't answer his phone. It hadn't gotten worse and it hadn't got better. It was just difficult for Elena because she wasn't sure what to do to help Damon make him feel better. It even came down to the point that when they were right in the middle of sex, he would just tell her that he couldn't and cry on her shoulder. Elena wasn't mad or anything about his lack of finishing or their lack of finishing. She just wanted Damon to get better, that's all she could really hope for.
Stefan was the same as his brother. He wore headbands depending on his mood if he didn't feel like doing his hair. He wore black all the time. He looked terrible as well. It all came down to Rose walking by him at school when Elena noticed that he wasn't in the mood either, he hadn't said a word or mumbled 'bitch' under his breath either.
"Where the hell are you going?" Jeremy walked down the stairs as Elena ran her fingers through her hair once more as she headed to the door. Elena turned around to face her brother. He was in a white muscle shirt and gray sweats.
"I'm going to my boyfriend's house because at four there is going to be a funeral." Elena turned back around, annoyed, rolling her eyes.
Jeremy continued to walk down the steps, stopping at the last step. His cheeks were getting a little red.
"Boyfriend? You're still dating Damon? Kids today confuse me. Last time I checked you guys were best friends and he was dating Rose." Jeremy smiled while he said it. He remembered Rose.
Elena raised her left eyebrow and looked at him.
"I'm dating him. Rose is whatever. They aren't together anymore. Leave it alone. I don't know what's your problem with Damon. You need to fix it because I love him. And I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a woman now." She said all to proudly.
Jeremy looked shocked and surprised.
"Y-You h-had s-sex w-with h-him?" His words jumbled together and came out wrong. His words came out as a question and a statement.
"Yes I did." She said boldly and confidently. She knew Alaric hadn't of known unless her mother had sat him down. Elena hoped her mother had sat him down. She turned to Alaric and saw that he looked like he hadn't of cared. He was walking over towards Isobel to join her.
"Elena, tell Damon that we'll be there and that we are sorry for his loss." Elena nodded her head and walked out of the door. Jeremy's screaming behind her.
"You let her have sex? I had to wait till college."
Elena grabbed the door knob to close it behind her.
She heard her mother's words.
"You were a geek. If you could have got some. I would have allowed it." Isobel said dryly. Her eyes were on the TV.
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"Tell that bitch I don't want her there."
Elena walked into the house as Stefan was yapping on the phone. His hair was wet and a towel was around his waist. He was holding the towel around his waist while he held the phone to his ear.
"Hold on." He said to both the phone and Elena. He placed the receiver near his shoulder and turned his head.
"Damon! Your wife is here." He turned back to Elena and looked over her outfit as he let her enter. "Damn you looking good." Stefan looked over Elena's dress. It was short, black, strapless and hung low around her thighs. She had on black tights and flats. Her hair was half curled. She didn't feel like doing the rest. She was a rush to see Damon.
Elena stepped into the house and Stefan closed the door behind her.
"He's in his room, still sleeping. I think. I'll bother ya later. I'm on the phone with Zach's girlfriend's mom. I don't want her bitch of a cousin coming down."
Elena began to chuckle and Stefan smiled at her as he placed the phone to his ear, walking away to continue his conversation in another room.
Elena headed towards the stairs and started to walk up.
She was beginning to get nervous. For what reason, she did not know. She was anxious. She couldn't get over what she would see when she walked into Damon's room. Would it be a mess? Would it be nice and neat? Would he be sleeping off another hungover?
Elena wasn't sure what to think but she knew that it was crazy. She walked up the steps and went straight to Damon's room, tapping on the door lightly before she opened the door.
She walked into the room and was shocked at what she saw.
Damon was standing up naked with a black bow wrapped around his erection.
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Damon could tell that his girlfriend was surprised.
He had his hands on his hips and he was grinning at her.
He was cleaning up his room when Stefan had screamed out that his wife was there. So he hurried up and finished up all the touches before he grabbed the black ribbon off his desk and tied it loosely around himself, then he moved around to face the door and stand there as he heard Elena walk up the stairs. He knew it was her because whenever him and Stefan walked up the stairs, it made a sound. Elena had soft feet. She didn't make no noises at all.
"Damon, you're naked." She began to blush.
He smiled at her and shook his head, walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on her lips. Elena kissed him back. Her hands rising to pull him tighter to her.
She slipped her tongue into his mouth and ran it along his tongue and his lips, drawing him out.
She wasn't sure if they were actually going to finish this time and she hoped they did. She never wanted to sound selfish, but she missed Damon. She missed this Damon. She missed the Damon that hugged her tight and close to his body, his erection against her as he kissed her. His entire body warming up to her as he ran his hands up her body, over her dress, admiring it, loving how good she felt.
"Damon!" Elena exclaimed in hush breaths as he picked her up, her toned skin legs wrapping around his hips, the black bow falling to the ground. But Damon didn't mind though, he just simply turned them around and fell forward on the bed. Elena giggling the entire time as he rummaged his hands to unzip the zipper that was in the back. His lips finding her collar bone and sucking on it.
Elena already knew that he was going to leave a hickey but she did not care.
She would suffer whatever was thrown at her because it was Damon.
Damon.
As he found the zipper with his fingers, he pulled it down slowly, the dress peeling back as he did so. Elena wiggled for a bit as Damon slid it off her body, throwing it on the pillows of his bed. When he looked at her body, he noticed that she wore a lace set, it was purely white. He could see her lace bottoms through the black tights. They were sorta see through.
He ran his hands down her body, pausing at her hips to pull it down down her thighs and legs. Damon felt as if he was peeling an orange or some sort. He was scared on what to do now. Even though he had a funeral in a couple of hours. He wanted to make love to Elena, like he never touched her body before, like he never loved her ever before. He wanted her to feel as he did, all happy and excited and close. He wanted her to feel everything that he was feeling deep inside. He wanted them to be lost in the moment like a snow globe. He wanted it to be just them and he wanted it to stay that way, which was impossible but he was going to enjoy it as much as possible. He had too, for this second, for those moments ahead were he rested and laid deep inside her. He had to savor it.
He threw the tights behind him to join her dress as he rolled on top of her, bracing himself on his arms to go lower and lower, his lips pecking lightly on her body as he lowered his body lower and lower. He paused at her belly button to lick around the the rim of her belly button before going lower and lower, his fingers slipped in between the threads of her underwear as he pulled it down her body, thinking of how much he missed her. His thoughts were playing a slide show of all the times that they tried to do it and it was just so distracting for him because of Zach's death and owning up to it, that he could get it up but that he didn't want to do anything. But now he was ready. Now he was ready to explore Elena. He was ready to do everything he can to make sure that the smile on her lips stayed like that.
He was down to do anything.
He pulled her underwear down, revealing each piece of her soft skin that he revealed, happily smiling as he did so. Elena waited with a cautious breath wondering and hoping that they were actually getting to touch each other and love their bodies. She wanted that, because in that moment, in the moment that was going to happen. Damon was hers and she was his.
They were the perfect puzzle pieces for each other.
"Damon, if you stop in the middle of sex because you can't handle it. I understand." Elena said breathlessly as Damon brought his kisses back up her body, going towards her wet cavern.
Damon shook his head. He wasn't going to be a disappointment. He could handle this time. All he needed was Elena's love and he would be fine. It was precious and the only thing he had left to hold on too besides his brother.
He lifted his head up and looked at her, his blue eyes staring deep into her brown ones. His expression was soft and he turned his head to the side to admire her, to admire her beauty in the act of pure bliss.
"I"*kiss on thigh*"love"*kiss*"you"*Elena"*kiss."too much to ever want to stop. I want to show you just how much."
He smiled and looked down at the delicious meal in front of him. He spread her legs apart and stuck out his tongue, running it lightly over her sensitive nub before sucking it into his mouth. Elena shivered and arched her back. Her toes curling and spreading apart from each other as he continued to lick her, getting a taste of her in his mouth. He hadn't done this is so long.
Damon slipped his arms underneath her thighs and lifted her up higher so he wouldn't hurt his neck as he bent down to taste her, taste everything that was apart of her.
He closed his eyes and lost himself in her, taking in her scent and sucking everything he had, that was her in his mouth. He rolled his tongue over and around her clit, her legs shaking as if she was touched by something cold as she lifted them up to rest upon his broad shoulders. Her knuckles clenched the sheet that was underneath her. Her knuckles nearly turning white at how much she was gripping the sheets.
"Damon..." Elena said as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth to stop herself from making so much noise as Damon worked on her. His tongue folding around it and under as it ran it lower and lower till he reached the place that he couldn't wait to have, flicking his tongue in and out as if a cat would milk. His rough tongue against her softness brought Elena to cry out in like the purrs of a satisfied kitten. It didn't stop him though. He continued licking and tonguing her, missing how she tasted; sweet and heavenly.
"Hmmmm Damon, I want you." Elena couldn't take it any longer. She wanted Damon inside of her. She wanted him buried deep and deep inside her, forming the perfect union between them. She wanted his hot mouth on her lips and his hands running through her hair. She wanted to feel him deep inside her body and feel him deeper inside her heart.
"Wait just a bit. I want you close to cumming." He responded back. His fingers weave between how tangled they were so he could curl them inside her. He wanted her close.
"Damon, please." She whimpered.
Knowing that it wouldn't be long for her. He gave her one last quick lick before he pulled back and crawled up her body, slipping his arms underneath her body to unclasp her bra. It took him under five seconds to get her out of the bra and roll it down her arms to throw it where her dress was. She laid naked under him, her lips parted and she looked at him through slits.
He spread her legs with his hips and wedged between them. He had one hand on her face to caress her cheek, looking at her, deep in her eyes. His other hand was holding him up so he wouldn't fall on her when he collapsed. He planned on making love to her, so he would stay on top. He wanted to stay on top the entire time. He wanted to look in her eyes as he made a home with her again.
He rubbed her cheek once more before he ran it down her body, pinching her hard erect nipples, going lower and lower until he grabbed the tip of him, running his thumb over his head, he felt his pre-cum on his fingers as he rubbed it along his head as he prepped himself to enter into Elena.
He looked down at what he was going before looking back up to look into her eyes.
"I love you, Elena." He whispered it to her.
"I love you too, Damon." It was no hesitation when she said it.
He slowly slid into her and she arched her body, nearly lifting off the bed as Damon inched himself inside of her.
He was almost buried inside of her. He could feel her walls tightening around him as he moved inside of her. He could feel her walls throbbing to welcome him again.
She was still so tight, so perfect, so his.
Light tears came to Elena's eyes as Damon slid out of her. He worked himself back in and rotated his hips as he slid in and out of her, taking his time. She wasn't sure why she was crying, but she felt good. She truly felt good. She felt as if it was just them in their own little world and nothing could stop them as they made love. As she made love to him and he made love to her.
It was the situation that was unfolding around her that brought her near to tears. There was a funeral hours away, there was Stefan downstairs yapping on the phone and then there was them too, lost in each other as they loved one another.
Elena blinked the tears away but they continued to spill from her eyes. Damon stopping moving and looked at her, bending his head low to kiss her tears away.
"Am I hurting you?" He asked that same questions most nights when they were together.
She shook her head no as her legs rose to wrap around his waist, her heels digging in his back.
"No. Your loving me." She replied as more tears spilled from her eyes.
Damon bit his lips and pecked her on her lips, starting up his pace again.
"I love you because you're everything that I ever wanted."
More tears spilled from her cheeks and she closed her eyes as she cried.
He moved in and out of her, taking his time and telling himself not to go to fast. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to bruise her while he loved her. He wanted her to be satisfied and feel loved, feel as he did.
"I..love..you...because your all...I ever needed." She opened her eyes as she said this.
He felt his eyes watering and he turned his head. He didn't want Elena to see him cry like before like in the living room. He didn't want to appear weak to her. He was supposed to be a strong man. He wasn't supposed to cry like he had been for the last couple of days. He wasn't supposed to want sex and then in the middle of it take it back as if snatching a toy from a child. He felt powerless as he cried and shed his tears in front of her in the most intimate of moments. He was making love to her and he was crying, that didn't make much sense at all. He was supposed to be and act like a man, someone like Hercules, someone strong.
He wasn't strong crying like this.
He was weak.
Elena blinked her tears away and wiggled her arms through his to grab his face. She turned his face to look at her and he fought for a while before he finally gave in. He looked at her and she saw how stunning he looked. His bright ocean eyes looking at her as tears slid down his face.
She dare didn't touch his tears. They were so beautiful to her. She gasped as he began to quicken his pace. His hips rubbing against her sensitive throbbing nub. She moaned as she tried her hardest to focus on his face.
"Damon, you are my love. You can show me your weakness and I won't be afraid. I won't back away and honor you as some strong man." She threw her hips at him and his pace began to get faster. His heavy sack slapping against her body, making noises that Elena would have felt embarrassed about til she reminded herself that the person causing them was the man she loved.
Damon looked at Elena, his tears hitting her naked skin. "I'm supposed to be strong. I don't want you to see me like this." He whispered to her as he hung his head low.
Elena pulled him tight to her chest and held him there as his lower body moved against her.
She pulled him back up when he had rotated his hips. He was beginning to lose himself in the dance, the slow dance that only needed each other.
"Damon, you don't have to pretend to be something you're not. I love you with all my heart. You crying or appearing 'weak' is not going to change that." She said, her voice was soft as pillows and her expression was as soft as that.
Damon nodded his head and agreed with her. His emotions were calming down and he felt a little better at what Elena had said. He leaned forward and rested his head on her shoulder.
Their bodies fitting perfectly, molding perfectly as he increased his pace.
Elena arched her back and her head fell back, her neck tightening as she felt her release.
"Damon...so close..."
With the end of her sentence, she came upon him like a rush. It took all of Damon not to cry out loud at how tight she was feeling. It felt so good to be all snug and inside of her.
Damon went faster, not wanting to be the last person to be finishing. He wanted to finish with her.
He quicken his pace and then it hit him like a rush.
He came deep inside of her.
His breaths were heavy and he stilled his body.
He waited for his release to pass before he pulled out of her, realizing that he had not wore a condom.
He looked at her with horror in his eyes, feeling like such a idiot.
"Don't worry Damon. We can just go to the store later before we go to the funeral." Elena was smiling.
Damon felt calmer because he wasn't sure what he was going to if Elena ended up pregnant. He just knew that he was going to take care of it with no questions asked.
He rolled over and opened his arms so Elena could snuggle closer to him.
She did and they laid on his bed in silence. Not a word was spoken.
It was only when Stefan barged in that they both sat up, giving him death glares.
Stefan on a black tailored jacket with a white button up underneath. He had on black slacks and black dress shoes. A gold watch on his wrist. His hair was gelled but not too much. It appeared soft because of all the hair spray that he used.
"I heard you're entire conversation. You guys are so mushy." His cheeks were red from laughter. He began to hold his sides as he laughed.
Elena looked at him as if she wanted to kick him.
"Stefan, when two people are in a room together. You aren't supposed to be spying on them." She hissed. "Get out!" She grabbed for her dress, feeling slightly embarrassed that she was naked in front of her boyfriend's gay brother.
Stefan looked at Elena. "You act like I never seen boobs before. Gosh. I'm supposed to be the gay one."
Damon grabbed one of his pillows and threw his arm back. He chucked it at Stefan.
Stefan wasn't expecting it though. It hit him smack on the head and he fell back, his hands grabbing for the door, closing it behind him as he fell on his back in the hallway.
Elena fell back on the bed, laughing. Damon stood up laughing doing the same.
He walked towards his door and turned the little clink to lock it.
He turned around and rubbed his hands over his face, to wipe away the tears that formed on his eyes.
He walked over towards Elena and crawled back up her bed, resting his head on her shoulder. She ran her fingers through his hair as they laid there, soft chuckles coming from both of them.
"That's not fucking funny. I broke a nail. I hate you bitches." he screamed at the locked door.
Damon and Elena laughed harder as they heard Stefan stomp away from the door and down the stairs.
"I love you, Salvatore."
"I love you too, Gilbert." He kissed Elena on her forehead and closed his eyes, losing himself in that moment before he had to face the world.
Sappy huh?
I was speaking with Amber and she was very upset when I told her that this story is almost finished. She pleaded with me and said that there could be a sequel but what will the sequel be about. I don't know so however the story ends, I will decide.
Question: How would you feel if I introduced Jules into the story as someone's girlfriend.
Question2: How was it detailed this chapter with emotions? I always wanted to try it out but I never could really write something like this chapter. Should I write more emotions in smut with my writing or just leave it all physical? Was the scene too gushy as Stefan said or just right?
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