Okay, Damon's twitching member is somewhat mollified, not exactly jumping for joy yet, but at least it's responding to gentle persuasion. No sudden movements, guys!
I'm glad you guys aren't angry that I made Elijah gay...it just had to be done! For Damon's sake.
Someone asked me for my twitter account, and I must warn you that I'm not that active on twitter, but I do log-on once in a while, so if you want, you can add me and we can 'chat'. My twitter name is cgsa_cher
Here you are; the long-awaited chapter on their honeymoon...hope you guys like it!
Chapter 21: Flight
While Damon made a brief stop at his office to hand over his current projects to Nicholas Mikaelson to follow-up during his absence, Caroline had insisted and dragged the reluctant Elena out for some much-needed shopping spree to cater for her expanding waist and honeymoon-appropriate clothes.
"Care, please! I just need some looser clothes and new bras. Let's not go overboard here! I don't have much money and I'll still need to buy maternity clothes when I get bigger. Besides, my stomach is so bloated and I don't feel particularly sexy enough to pull off some of the clothes in here," Elena whined as she looked around at the dozens of revealing outfits her friend had picked out for her.
"Don't be silly! You look great! Your stomach is barely even showing unless you're wearing really tight clothes and I can't believe that you're even worrying about money! When are you going to realize that you're married to one of the most successful and richest guys in New York and let yourself enjoy a little redistribution of wealth? Come on, Elena, clothing is a necessity! It's practically on the very first tier of Abraham Maslow's hierarchy of needs; right next to food, water, air and sex!" Caroline exclaimed with a pleading look.
"Wow, Care! That almost sounded convincing!" Elena rolled her eyes in exasperation but made the wise decision to give in anyway; otherwise it would take more effort to stand there arguing with her than to spend the next three hours shopping. "Okay, one dress, one shirt, and a new pair of jeans. That's all, right? Right?"
"We'll see! Stop being so stressed out! Shopping is supposed to be therapeutic and enjoyable, and you don't look like you even want to be here," the blonde said as she turned back to the task at hand – pulling out various items of clothing that she deemed suitable for her pregnant friend.
"I just don't like shopping, especially with someone else's money. There's nothing here that particularly stands out for me and I'm really bad at the whole fashion trends thingy. I'm not like you, Care. You're naturally talented in everything!" Elena flashed an admiring look at her friend who really did have a natural flair at looking great in whatever apparel she was wearing.
"I think you're being weird. All girls like shopping and those who don't, there's something seriously wrong with them. I'll tell you what, do you trust me? If you do, then you go out and have some ice cream or whatever and I'll do your shopping for you. I know, I'm a fantastic friend. I just wish that Bonnie was here with me so that at least one person would have the right amount of enthusiasm for clothes," Caroline sighed dramatically as if she was doing a huge favor for Elena, but in reality, she was being given full reign to do what she loves best. "Just leave your credit card with me; I'm sure I can forge your signature."
"Thanks, Care, and you are an amazing friend! I do trust you, in fact, you were the one who showed up at the hotel room with plenty of clothes and accessories for me and Jenna, remember? But can you promise me not to go too crazy? Remember, one dress, one shirt and jeans. That's it," Elena reminded her, feeling genuinely worried that she would end up maxing out the credit card given by Damon.
"Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time! Now go, before you spoil my shopping mood with all this negativity and restrictions! Honestly, Elena, you're a worse shopping buddy than the guys I know. I'll call you when I'm done," Caroline huffed as she firmly pushed her out of the shop and gave her a cheerful wave before she disappeared back intothe sea of clothes.
Elena found herself wandering around aimlessly in the huge shopping complex, unsure of her next destination. She was excited to go on this Italy trip with Damon, partly because she would get to see her brother Jeremy whom she had missed so much, and partly also because this would be the first time that she would really be alone with Damon without any of their friends popping by unexpectedly and there wouldn't be distractions like work – for him – or case investigation – for her. She could just forget about everything in their lives and just focus on spending time getting to know each other.
People say that a person's true self will be revealed when they go on a holiday together; based on how they act and how flexible they can be. People with different interests would not have much fun together unless one of them was accommodating or obliging enough. A new couple's relationship would be tested and it should be interesting to see whether she and Damon would be able to advance further in their relationship or perhaps they might not even be on speaking terms by the time they returned home.
She walked around, completely engrossed in her own thoughts when she caught sight of a baby's photo through a glass window display. She was standing in front of a massive baby store, with rows after rows of various baby-related items from strollers to toys and even cradles. She was enraptured as she hesitantly entered the brightly lit store, surrounded by couples and women who were at varying stages of pregnancies.
Now feeling appropriately excited, she explored every aisle, touching everything in sight, gazing in wonder at the various baby items, some she recognized while some were completely foreign to her. She wished that Damon was with her now as they both make this discovery together. Was it too early to furnish the nursery for their future child? She had no idea about the sex of the baby yet, though she'd like to think that it was a girl. She felt it.
She entered another aisle but was brought up short at the sight of a young couple with a toddler standing in the middle span. The young woman was pregnant and she stood smiling down at her fair-haired daughter as her husband knelt down to tie up her shoelaces. Then he stood up, pressed a kiss on his squealing daughter's cheek and another one on his wife's lips, then they both held on to the little girl's hands; one on each side as they walked towards Elena, smiling at her as they passed, a vision of a happy family that she desperately wanted for herself. Her eyes followed somewhat enviously at the family, her gaze never wavering until they disappeared around the corner. Right there and then, she knew that that's what she wanted with Damon. It was then that it hit her that it was all possible; happiness was within her reach and it was all coming true. Joy exploded in her heart right there on aisle five of World of Babies.
Her phone rang suddenly, snapping her out of her pleasant daydream. It was Caroline. She couldn't have been done shopping! She pressed the green button to answer.
"Caroline? I can't believe you're done already! You are done, aren't you?"
"Yeah, it didn't take as long as I expected; I've only been shopping for three hours. I only stopped because your card's maxed out," she said.
What? Three hours? Maxed out? That was impossible! The credit card had a limit of fifty thousand dollars!
"What the hell, Caroline Forbes? It can't be maxed out! You can't have spent fifty thousand dollars on clothes in three hours! Damon's gonna kill me!" Elena exclaimed, panicking at the thought of Damon's reaction when he found out about this.
"Relax, Elena! I was kidding about the card...ish! Well, the truth is that the bank did call Damon up for unusual activity with your card, so they blocked it temporarily. So, Damon called me, I guess he assumed that I was the one who was using it since you have no clue on how to spend money. I told him what it was for and he approved everything, so you're in the clear! Stop worrying!" Caroline said, and Elena could just imagine the blonde rolling her eyes at her reaction.
"So you didn't use up the limit? How much did you spend anyway? It couldn't have been more than two hundred dollars, right? But then, why would the bank call up if it's for two hundred? Caroline? What did you buy and how much did it cost me?" Elena's voice was raised by now; extremely worried that she couldn't afford to pay Damon back.
"Ummm, it's a little bit more than two hundred dollars. Look, I bought some stuff for myself too, you know, for my character when I meet with Tyler Lockwood. I can't meet him looking too fabulous, otherwise I can't pull off the whole innocent girl with a tortured past. Besides, it's only fair that Damon paid for it since I am helping him and his company after all. So anyway, Damon said to tell you that he'll swing by to pick you up in ten minutes, and I'll sort out everything I bought for us and pack your suitcase for you before you leave for Italy tomorrow. I'll handle everything for you, okay, you don't have to worry about anything except to get plenty of rest before your honeymoon. I don't think you're gonna get any sleep while you're there, Elena," she giggled loudly.
"Care, what about my toiletries, make-up, shoes, underwear and all that? Don't I need to pack those too?"
"Nope! Like I said, I'll handle everything for you. Now, I'm gonna get all these bags home with me and make sure that you're at the south entrance in five. I'm giving you guys a lift to the airport tomorrow night so I'll pass you your luggage then. Oh and Elena, you have an appointment at my beauty salon at Madison Avenue later at 3. They already know what to do for you, so just enjoy yourself and try not to scream too loud! Okay, toodles!" Caroline announced jovially and quickly hung up before Elena could ask her why she'd scream. Ughh, whatever the reason was, it didn't sound encouraging – in fact it sounded downright painful!
After a quick lunch, Damon dropped a reluctant Elena off at the beauty salon as per Caroline's instructions while he set about meeting a reputable 'Investigation Specialist' company to hire a team for the case. He was eager to get the investigation started so that he could put the whole mess behind him. Needless to say, the quicker the case was solved, the quicker the Pierces, Lockwoods and Elijah Smith got out of his family's lives.
He already had his lawyer draft up a Confidentiality Agreement between the company along with the individual investigators involved and Elena and himself. Despite his reluctance for Elena to get involved in any of it, he thought that it was better that she got involved with his knowledge, rather than for her to go behind his back due to that stubborn streak of hers. After all, he understood her determination to get involved perfectly; he'd insist on doing the exact same thing if their roles were reversed.
An hour later, feeling satisfied that he'd found a professionally adept company to handle everything discreetly – at the risk of being sued for a lot of money for malpractice should any of the suspects get wind of this investigation – he had given them the green light to start their research on the background of all parties concerned. He was even willing for them to set up bugs at his own apartment seeing as Katherine now occupied it, no doubt shacking up with Mason Lockwood, if they were in fact still together; or if his manhood hadn't already been melted off by Katherine.
As part of the plan to undermine Katherine's trustworthiness, Damon had couriered a so-called 'private and confidential' document addressed to himself to his apartment address detailing the tender price for a Project Vitrox. Damon was the only one in his company to know about the fake documents; he put the tender price to be five million more than what he was actually planning for. Hopefully, Katherine would open the document and relay the contents to Mason who would try to outbid his company by a small margin, only to be completely fooled when the tender is awarded to the Salvatore Corporation. God, he'd loved to see the reaction on Lockwood's face when he found out that Katherine tricked him. To make sure that Katherine opened the couriered document, he sent a text message to her earlier that day to expect a courier for him, and that it shouldn't be opened as it contained sensitive information crucial to a project. If that didn't ensure that she'd snoop around, then he didn't know what will.
And so, it was with high spirits that he drove over to pick up Elena at the salon, only to narrow his eyes in concern when he pulled up in front of the building to find her waddling uncomfortably and her face extremely pale. He would have found it funny if he weren't so concerned over what happened to her as she winced and tried to manoeuvre herself clumsily to sink down to the passenger seat beside him, ending up almost turning turtle on her face.
"What's wrong? Is it the baby? Are you in pain?" he asked as soon as she managed to sit upright.
"No," she shook her head, but her face remained expressionless. "It's Caroline. She's going to be in so much pain, I'm not even joking!"
"Why? What did she do?" he asked in concern, attempting to think of a likely reason that his god-sister was responsible for his wife to walk funnily, and obviously in a little bit of pain.
"What didn't she do? She arranged for me to have a-a-a...wax session," she whispered the last two words, as if they were unthinkable.
"Oh," Damon frowned in confusion when it didn't sound that bad. Lots of women got themselves waxed these days, they didn't seem to have the sort of reaction Elena's having. In truth, he knew for a fact that Katherine went for waxing sessions every month so that she'd have smooth legs and armpits to go with her skimpy outfits that she seemed unable to live without. He should know; he paid for all of them.
"Where? Legs, upper lips, armpits, brows? Surely they don't hurt that bad?" he glanced at her expression as he commented, only to have her shooting a deadly glare at him.
"No bikini line, no opinion! And yes, it does hurt that bad! I feel like my whole...area is on fire!" she snapped.
His jaw dropped as she mentioned bikini line, and his eyes wandered down to her jean-clad thighs as if he could imagine her 'tidied up' down there. He swallowed audibly as he returned his lust-filled eyes to her face, but she didn't notice as she was still sulking.
"B-bikini line? Did-what-what kind did you get?" he stammered shakily, secretly hoping that she'd say what he wanted to hear.
"What difference does it make? I still have to walk like a penguin!" she huffed as she continued glaring out the window at the entrance of the building. "Caroline ordered me a full Brazilian wax, okay? I am completely bare, hairless, smooth, naked-"
Damon groaned huskily as his control snapped and he leaned over his seat to grab Elena's head and brought her lips to meet his. She was caught off-guard and was confused for a moment, so she didn't immediately respond when his tongue entered between her lips, kissing her hungrily, lustily until she pushed him away and stared at him in shock.
"Damon! My skin is aching and red and possibly swollen, and you're aroused? I have a mind to wax you down there and see how you like it then! Uggh, can we go home now? My jeans are rubbing me raw and I really want to take them off," she complained moodily.
"I'm sorry but the thought of your...skin all silky smooth and pink makes me feel like I wanna do naughty things to you. I know that the doc said I should take it easy for a couple of days, but ummm, do you wanna, ummm, make love tonight? Gently?" he asked nervously with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"What? I don't even know if it'll still sting like hell during our honeymoon, let alone tonight! But if I can't...in Italy, you know that I won't ignore your needs, right? I mean, I still wanna be romantic and all, but if it's still too sensitive, then I'll take care of you, okay? But in the meantime," she paused as she gazed at him cheekily and she leaned her head down, towards his arousal, and just when he thought that she'd 'take care' of him right there in the middle of Madison Avenue in broad daylight, she stopped with her lips barely an inch away from his swollen bulge, she whispered, "Down, boy."
"I really really hate Caroline right now!" he announced with a groan and put his car into gear to head home.
Elena awoke the next morning feeling like she barely slept at all. Damon had spent the previous evening on the internet, researching for ways to help Elena's skin irritation with home remedy products, much like what Elena had done for him. Then he spent the night repeatedly pressing cold compress to the affected areas, making Elena jump in shock at the freezing temperature while numbing her skin in the process.
He was also awake every few hours, diligently applying pure organic aloe vera to the skin until the redness was completely gone. She knew that he meant well and was trying valiantly to save their romantic honeymoon but he also made her feel frustrated with arousal at his soft touch so near to her pleasure point throughout the night. She also wondered how he managed to refrain himself from jumping her at any point of the night since he was also obviously sexually frustrated from the lack of relief. She's guessing that he probably used the cold compress on himself!
Turning her head to look at the still figure beside her, she found Damon sleeping peacefully, probably exhausted from his interrupted slumber the previous night. She snuggled closer to him and went back to sleep, wrapping her arms around his waist.
When they woke up again, half of the day was gone, and it was time for Damon to pack. They argued about what clothes to bring since Damon had insisted that he only needed two sets of clothes since he was planning on being naked with her in bed throughout the week, only leaving the hotel room for a visit to his ancestors' home and to see Jeremy. She had rolled her eyes at him and threw in more clothes as he stubbornly removed them from his luggage again. She finally decided to give in but only if he allowed her to bring along Mr. Cuddles.
"Italy's not the kind of place to bring Mr. Cuddles to, Elena!" he had argued, reaching into his bag to remove the bear.
"But I want him to go! I've never slept anywhere without him before! Please, Damon, he won't take up much space, after all, your bag is literally empty with only two sets of clothes!" she argued right back, determined not to give in to him this time.
"That's not true, you slept without him the night we met, remember?" he reminded her with a smug smirk.
"God, I can't believe you'd throw that in my face! But you're right, I did sleep without him the night we met, but if you recall correctly, I slept in the guest room without you either! And, I left you without saying goodbye, remember? Perhaps it'll be déjà vu in Italy!" she announced haughtily as she stomped downstairs and left Damon to stare after her in shock. Sighing in defeat, he cast an apologetic look at Mr. Cuddles and gently placed him back into his luggage, patting his head before he zipped up the bag.
Caroline arrived promptly at seven in the evening, and after receiving an earful from Elena about her recent wax job not to mention Caroline's shopping spree that totalled a whopping nine thousand dollars (Damon had told her that last night), they were on the way to the airport. Their flight was supposed to depart at ten p.m.; it was an eight and a half hours flight, but their arrival would be at noon (due to the time difference) in Milan, Italy, followed by another short connecting flight to Turin, where Jeremy's studying.
Elena still had no idea what Caroline had packed for her, as the newly bought luggage bag was locked and covered with plastic wrappings. As soon as they had arrived at the airport, Caroline hugged them both goodbye, ignoring their glares, and hopped back in the car and drove away with a broad smile on her face, as if she was enjoying her own private joke.
Damon led Elena to the check-in counter and it was no surprise that that he had booked them in first class seats. The flight itself wasn't full; it was the last flight out – the red-eye. When they finally had Elena's luggage checked in and properly tagged, they made their way to the first class lounge to have some pre-flight meals. She was still sulking over not being allowed to bring Mr. Cuddles with her, and kept on throwing dirty looks at Damon, who looked amused for some reason.
However, Elena reminded herself that even though she is now nineteen, she shouldn't act like a teenager every time she doesn't get her way. She's now a successful man's wife and soon, a mother. So what if she didn't have her favourite bear with her on her honeymoon with the sweetest guy she'd ever met, and who was the only reason she was going on her very first trip abroad? He had been so nice to her, especially last night when he took care of her inflamed skin lovingly. Sure, he didn't exactly do it without a motive; he fully expected major sexual gratifications with her throughout this trip, but it was a win-win situation all-in-all.
So, she begrudgingly declared truce as soon as they embarked the flight, feeling oddly proud of herself for growing up and acting like an adult for once.
"Damon, I don't want to start our honeymoon being angry, so I'm calling a truce. Although I'm bummed that I can't have Mr. Cuddles with me on my very first trip aboard and though he would have made me feel a lot less anxious on my first flight experience, I guess I didn't really need him when I have you right beside me. You'd protect me, wouldn't you? From air turbulences and faulty engines?" she asked in a small voice, feeling nervous since boarding the plane.
"Yes, of course I'd protect you, with my life. Though if the engines were faulty, I really don't know how I'd protect you, but I promise that I'd at least put the oxygen mask on you first – and even give you the last parachute as we're crashing into the North Atlantic Ocean," he declared with a straight face, but ended up chuckling when he saw her frightened face as she looked around worriedly. "I'm kidding, Elena! We're going to be fine! By noon local time tomorrow, we'll be in Milan and then we'll fly to Turin and see Jeremy, and then you'll hug him and cry, and then we'll go back to the hotel to spend our first round of awesome sex together!" he teased as he settled her down into the spacious first class seat next to the window and buckled her seatbelt around her waist.
"Oh my God, I'm gonna die, aren't I? I don't even have a will! What about our baby? Are pregnant women allowed to fly? What if the air pressure hurts our daughter, Damon? What if she's scared in there? What if-" she rambled in a near panic and Damon sighed as he stood up from his seat.
"'Damon, wh-where are you going? Don't leave me alone!" her hands clasped his in a tight grip as she pleaded with him.
"Relax, Elena. I'm just grabbing something from my bag, okay? I had a feeling you'll need this so I decided to bring it along for you," he said as he reached up to the overhead cabin and unzipped his luggage, and pulled out Mr. Cuddles for his wide-eyed wife.
"Mr. Cuddles!" she exclaimed in relief as she grabbed him from Damon's hand and hugged the bear tightly to her face. "Oh, I'm so happy you're here!" she mumbled into his soft fur, much to Damon's amusement. He returned to his seat beside her and pulled her close to him, pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead.
"I can't believe you'd actually prefer to be comforted by a freakin' smelly bear than me, but if it'll calm you down, then hey, who am I to complain? So, are you? Calmer?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am, much much calmer. Sorry I freaked out, but it's my first time flying, so I'm a little anxious. Hmm, it doesn't look like there are any more people coming on the flight. It's just that one guy seated two rows behind us," she gestured to the older gentleman with square black-rimmed glasses seated near the restroom, "and the three couples in front."
"Yeah, I think we're about to take-off soon. Hold my hand?" he offered, lifting his left hand to her, and she took it gratefully gripping him tightly. The stewardess came around, checking everyone's seatbelt and made sure that all luggages were properly stowed away. As an attractive red-head approach them, she smiled warmly at Damon, her eyes sweeping over him appreciatively, and checked that their seatbelts were properly fastened before moving behind them to the guy with glasses.
"Do you ever get tired of women checking you out?" Elena asked, annoyed that yet another attractive woman was vying for her husband's attention.
"She wasn't checking me out, it's just her job to smile at the passengers," he replied calmly. She was being ridiculous again; being jealous over a complete stranger who just happened to be doing their jobs. Elena rolled her eyes and decided to drop the subject when the red-headed stewardess started going through the safety demonstration in front. She listened attentively and actually repeated her actions, trying to commit everything into her memory just in case of emergency. Damon was enjoying himself watching her and failed to hold back his laughter when she mumbled the sequence of wearing the life vest, looking utterly serious and focused. When the demonstration was over, she turned her stern gaze on her husband who was still grinning broadly.
"Safety is no laughing matter, Damon. I know it's probably a routine for every single flight, but it's important to know these things. You'd be amazed how these kind of knowledge can help to save lives when we least expect it, especially in an emergency where most people will panic."
"I know, baby, but you just looked so adorable when you're being all serious and attentive. I really wish that I can attend your college classes with you next time; I can just imagine your serious student face, hanging onto every word of the lecturer's. Look, if you really want, there's a safety brochure in front of your seat," he reached out to flip through the normal in-flight magazine until he found the hard card-board of printed brochure and passed it to Elena who immediately poured over it. He shook his head at her inner geek-ness and he could just imagine the type of student she was in high school. Perhaps that was why she remained a virgin until she met him. She was probably too busy burying her head in a book in a library than making out with any interested guys. For once, he was grateful for being married to a geek. A hot geek.
She was so engrossed with the safety brochure that she hardly noticed that the plane took off until they were airborne and surrounded by the dark sky. She finally noticed when the stewardess started pushing trolley carts around, offering drinks and late-night supper to the first-class passengers, and once again, the red-head approached Damon with a soft smile and a gorgeous blush as she studied his blue eyes.
"You're Damon Salvatore, aren't you?" she asked hesitantly and he nodded. "I'm a big fan. I followed your career advancement in the Financial Times all the time. You were one of New York's most eligible bachelors for the past few years, weren't you?" she gazed in awe at the handsome young man seated in front of her, totally ignoring the young woman seated next to him.
"Yes, I was, but this year, I'm New York's happiest newlywed ever and that honour is more meaningful than being the perpetual bachelor, right sweetie?" he turned to gaze lovingly at Elena who smiled gratefully at him and nodded in agreement.
"Oh, well, then congratulations to the both of you. Anything to drink, sir?" her tone immediately switched to her usual professional one as she flashed an envious look at Elena and their clasped hands.
"Whiskey for me, and orange juice for my pregnant wife," he replied in an equally detached tone. The red-head passed his orders to him and then enquired if there was anything else they needed. "Two blankets, please," he said and then she moved on to the only remaining gentleman behind them.
"Damon, you didn't have to do that, I know that you're not attracted to her. I just don't like it when women just throw themselves at you like I don't exist. It's like they don't even care to find out if you were married or not, but they just start flirting anyway. It's just really gross to watch," she admitted, sighing and leaning her head on his shoulder.
"I know, I feel the exact same way when other guys look at you even for a second longer than appropriate. Like earlier, at the check-in counter, there were many lingering looks and it took all of my control to not drag you out of there, pronto. You, my wife, are entirely too gorgeous to be out in public. I have a good mind to lock you up in a tower and throw away the key," he teased as his fingers lightly stroked her face.
"Then, how will you come up to see me in that tower?"
"Why, I'll be locked in there with you, of course!" he stated, as if it was an obvious fact.
"Then we shall name our daughter Rapunzel and let our friends come up to visit us by climbing up her hair?" she said sarcastically as she giggled.
"Son! I told you, we're having a son, and no son of mine is going to leave his hair long enough for Ric and the gang to climb through. I'm going to call him Little Dude Salvatore for now so that you'll stop confusing him for a girl." And so the argument continued, back and forth about the future sex of their baby until Ms. Red-head came over to deliver the blankets Damon had asked for. It was already passed midnight New York time, and the lights were dimmed low so that the passengers would get some sleep.
"Damon? Can I ask you a question?" Elena asked in a quiet voice after a moment of silence between them.
"Hmm? Are we playing twenty questions now?" he asked as he turned sideways to face her, noticing her alert eyes despite the late hour.
"No. I'm just curious about something. Your past," she said.
"What about my past? If you're wondering about Ric and me, the answer is no, I'm not attracted to him, and despite what everyone suspects, I have not had sex with him, even though I know he wants me," his eyebrows wiggled cheekily and she clamped her hand around her mouth to muffle her sudden giggle.
"No! That wasn't what I wanted to ask! I'm just wondering, well, when was the first time you had sex?"
"Elena, why do you want to know that? Is this about your insecurities again? You know I only want you, right?" he deflected, uncomfortable with where their conversation is heading. He wasn't exactly proud of his past history with the numerous girls he had casual meaningless sex with. It was just a phase in his life where he needed an outlet to feel wanted and loved for even a few minutes of the day.
"I just want to know you better. Care said that you lost your virginity at a young age, so how old were you?" she asked again.
He sighed wearily. "Someday soon, I'm going to staple Caroline's lips together so that she doesn't speak on things that are none of her business. Okay, if you really want to know, I was fourteen, okay?" She gasped upon hearing his confession.
"Fourteen? That's...young. I didn't even have boobs then. So, who was it? Your first girlfriend? A lab partner? A neighbour?" she guessed.
"She was a senior in my school, and it just happened, okay? Can we drop the subject now? I really don't want to talk about my past sexual partners with you, Elena," his tone was utterly serious as he turned back to face the front of the plane, hoping that that was the end of the whole subject.
A whole ten minutes passed without another word from Elena who was looking out the window, into the dark night. Damon sneaked a peek at her silent form, and noticed her slight frown from the blurry reflection from the window. He took a deep breath and contemplated his next words, knowing that he'd regret ever saying them to her now. "Okay, Elena, I'll give in. You can ask me whatever you want."
She turned her head to look at his face, and then she shook her head lightly. "It's okay, I know you don't like to talk about this stuff with me. I had no right to ask you anyway."
"No, of course you have a right to know everything about me. You're my wife, and I promised that I'll be honest with you. Go ahead, fire away," he nodded in encouragement. She hesitated before she turned her body fully to face him. It was lucky they were in first class seats where there were enough room for her to do that.
"How many times have you had sex?" she started.
"I don't exactly know, I don't keep count. We're talking about a span of ten years, Elena. If we're talking about an average of three or four months of sex daily for every year since I was fourteen, you do the math. And sometimes, it wasn't just once a day or even with one girl at a time," he said bluntly, hating himself when she blanched. Well, she wanted to know the truth, she's getting the truth.
"Th-that's a whole extra zero than what Caroline had me believe," Elena managed to say as she felt dizzy with shock. How could she compete with over a thousand experiences with various women, most of whom she was sure were much more attractive than her. To think that she was even jealous of a stewardess who smiled and ogled at him; it didn't even compare to the sickening thought of him having wild sex with numerous other beauties, making them cum repeatedly with his flawless techniques he had learned since he was fourteen! Fourteen!
"Of course, the frequency got much lesser as I got older, especially after I joined my father's company. I was too engrossed with work then, and I barely had time for a social life, let alone a sexual life. I guess my most 'active' period was when I turned sixteen until I graduated from college. So, about five years of nothing but debauchery," he continued, keeping his eyes on her uneasy expression.
"Were they all...one-night stands?" Like me, she wanted to add, but didn't.
"A majority of them were casual, yes, but a few of them, I actually cared about. I did have steady girlfriends back then, and I suppose the only decent thing I did was that I never cheated on any of them."
"Was it that easy for you? Falling in love, I mean. There were so many girls, h-how did you even have time to fall in and out of love with them?" she wondered with a frown.
"I said that I cared about some of them, I never did fall in love with any of them. Most of them were a bunch of spoilt girls who were cheating on their boyfriends anyway. It didn't mean anything, it was just sex. It was just a way to feel good for a short period of time without all the emotional attachments, and that was the way I liked it then. The longest relationship, if you could even call it that, was with Kat, and you already know how that story goes. And then, there's...you," he smiled a little when he said the last word, and his eyes softened as he looked at her with what she could tell as adoration.
"Yes, me and my seven times total of sex with one person in my whole life! Oh wait, you already knew that."
"I'd trade my thousand over times for that seven times with you if I could," he whispered quietly. "It's a completely different experience when you do it with someone you have genuine feelings for, instead of just lust or a way to release. All those other times with the girls whose faces and names I can't even remember the next day; they didn't give me any sense of belonging that I longed for beyond the fifteen minutes I was in them.
The reason I was such a playboy at the time, was because I was looking for approval and acceptance from anyone; things that I didn't get from my own father. I wasn't all that close to my brother then, because let's face it, I was too cool to hang out with a boring old geezer like him; and my mother was unhappy then. It was depressing to grow up in a house where people don't express any feelings, so I turn to what I knew best – women who wanted me. It was easier to fool myself into believing that all those girls loved and wanted me as I bring them pleasure. It was a psychological comfort that made me feel better about myself, but only for a moment. When the girls left, it was just me again, alone, unwanted and unloved. Then the cycle begins again."
"And now? What made it different for you the night we met? You said that you forgot the girls the very next day, but you told me that you looked for me after our one-night stand. What changed?" she asked, her heart pumping furiously as she waited for his answer. This was the defining moment for them, she realized.
"I honestly don't know. The moment I saw you, I was immediately attracted to you. But it wasn't merely physical. You had an aura of sadness and innocence in you that reached out to me and I couldn't turn away. Then we started talking and you told me about your family and I just felt like we were meant to be, you know? I didn't believe in fate until that night. But I think that the real moment that I fell for you was when we were caught in the rain and we were running hand-in-hand to Ric's apartment. To my surprise, you were complaining that I carried you when you'd rather walk around in the pouring rain, and you had that look in your eyes, like you were a little kid finally being allowed to go play outside. There was a freedom in your eyes that I hadn't seen before; the kind of freedom that I wished I had, just from something as simple as walking in the rain. It was sexy as hell," he grinned.
Phew! Her heart was still intact, even though it was practically beating out of her ribcage then.
"Damon, I'm glad that you were my first, and even my only, but sometimes I can't help but feel as if I'm a baby just learning how to talk compared to your vast experiences. I know that we get jealous and possessive when other people of the opposite sex appear in our lives. The difference is that you know that I won't be attracted to anyone else because you're the only one I've been with. And for some reason, you're okay with my inexperience. Besides that, I have never been in a serious relationship with anyone other than my former best friend and that was only for a couple of months. I don't have a track record of being in a meaningless relationship or have a casual sex partner, because that's not the way I'm built. For me, there has to be feelings involved for me to-to make love.
But you, women throw themselves at your feet if you so much as look at them with your gorgeous blue eyes! Like Ms. Red-head earlier, I don't doubt that if you weren't married, you'd be having sex right now in the cockpit! It's that easy for you to just turn that switch off and lose yourself in meaningless sex, after which you can just walk away without any guilt. You said it yourself; you were a playboy because you wanted to feel loved and wanted, even if it was just for a moment. I guess I'm just afraid that one day, if we had a serious fight and you get upset, you'll just leave and lose yourself in another woman to feel what I couldn't make you feel," Elena reached up and wiped a stray tear from the corner of her eye as she finally expressed her insecurities.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't cheat on someone I'm having a relationship with? You just have to learn to trust me, Elena, that's all I can tell you. If we fight, we fight! I'll just go to a bar with my buddy Ric, and he will give me some wise advice that I'll listen to, and then he'll bring me home to you. That's it! As for the other women, that's all in my past! I won't go back to meaningless relationship when I've already experienced the best sex I've ever had with the person I love, and that's you! So, I hope that we've laid this entire matter to rest, and I don't wanna hear another word about this topic again, Elena. I really mean it, not another word, deal?" he eyed her sternly, his whole body rigid with tension as he waited for her response. When she nodded, his whole body relaxed and without another word, he unbuckled his seatbelt and walked into the restroom.
God! He was upset with her. Her and her insecurities! She wondered if she had single-handedly ruined their entire honeymoon. It was so typical of her to do that, to push someone she cared about away and they haven't even begun their honeymoon yet! They haven't even touched down in Italy and he was already walking away from her. But perhaps, he really had to pee. She really hoped that he had to pee!
Damon stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself for a few seconds. He had to think of a way to convince his young wife that she was it for him. He wanted her to know that he would do anything to gain her trust, and to salvage their honeymoon after the heaviness of their discussion earlier. Most of all, he wanted to distract her and make her forget about her inexperience in sex. If she wanted experience, he'd give it to her!
He made some adjustments to his clothes and as inspiration struck, he wet his hair and ran his fingers over them, arranging them in a specific way. Then, he stepped out of the restroom, looking around to see if anyone noticed him because he was acting so peculiarly, but it looked like the whole plane was quiet. Well, it should be, it was close to two a.m.! He walked past the sleeping gentleman who was seated two rows behind them, snoring loudly and he hastily removed the thick glasses from the bridge of his nose and put it on himself. Woah, he felt dizzy as he tried to peer through the thick lenses, until he managed to find his seat without falling over his own feet. He gratefully sank down in his seat and turned to face Elena.
She gasped in shock as she saw him, and stifled a giggle that erupted uncontrollably as she studied him. He was wearing the older guy's thick black-framed glasses, and his hair was parted in a slick line in the middle, lying flat against the skull. His black shirt was buttoned all the way up until his Adam's apple and his jeans were pulled high above his belly, exposing his socks around his ankles. Basically, he looked like an intellectual nerd. What the hell was he doing?
"H-hi, my name is D-D-Daniel," he stuttered in a realistically nervous tone, and held out his hand to shake hers. She swallowed another giggle as she shook his somewhat limp handshake and introduced herself.
"I-I saw that dick you were with earlier, and I have to tell y-you that a pretty girl like you don't deserve someone like h-him! I can make you feel g-good!" and with that, he awkwardly reached out both hands and cupped her breasts, making her gasp out in surprise. She really didn't expect that from 'Daniel', but his groping managed to silence her into shock, at least.
"I have a 4.0 GPA, and an IQ of 160, but I have never touched a girl before. Can I touch you before that dick comes back?" he whispered in her ear, as his fingers squeezed her sensitive nipples, making her arch her back. She nodded weakly as her eyes drifted close, surrendering to his weird but pleasurable assault. He covered her body and himself with the blankets, and adjusted her seat so that she reclined fully before he adjusted his own.
Removing the glasses so that he could see what he's doing, he reached under the blanket until his hands reached her thighs, sliding the shirt of her dress higher and higher until they were bunched around her waist. Luckily the blanket covered her lower body, otherwise she would have been exposed to anyone who walked by their seats. He slid both palms down her abdomen until they came to the elastic of her underwear, then he hooked his fingers to slide them down, lifting her hips slightly as he did, and then they were on the floor. He allowed his fingers to slowly make their way back up the length of her long legs, until his thumb brushed against the wet heat at the top of her thighs. He wished he could lift the blanket up so that he could see her smooth skin, now completely bare and no longer sensitive.
He slid his middle finger along the slit, feeling the moisture gather at the entrance of her lower lips, so he gathered the wetness with his finger and circled the small button at the very top, partially hidden. Her hips jerked the moment he made contact to the sensitive bud, and she let out a moan when his finger continued their agonizingly slow circle around it, the sounds she was making was unnaturally loud in the silence of the plane. He covered her mouth with his other hand and his right hand repeatedly drove her crazy; his thumb flicked over the now-swollen bud in a fast motion and she almost screamed out loud at the sensation if it hadn't been for his firm hold against her lips. She was thrusting her lower body towards his hand, eager for more contact, for more...anything.
Her eyes flew open when he withdrew his hand and lifted her right leg so that it rested on top of his thighs. It was just in time too, as Ms. Red-head walked up to them and with suspicious eyes, asked if they wanted anything. Obviously, she heard Elena's loud moan earlier and came to investigate. Unperturbed, Damon just smiled and shook his head and then his hands were massaging her calves as he just said one word, "Cramps." Ms. Red-head just looked down at the leg he was holding and her eyes finally narrowed on his appearance, finding it weird that he now looked like a science geek. She left soon after and disappeared into the cockpit area.
"You have to keep quiet, pretty girl," he whispered warningly, and then without any preamble, shoved two fingers into her sopping heat, and it took all of her control to bite down on her lower lip to avoid crying out. Her right leg was still on top of his, and the angle of spread thighs provided him with the perfect opportunity to plunge his fingers in repeatedly until she was a writhing mess on the seat. She was growing wetter by the second, and he knew that her impending release was very soon.
"Brace yourself," he warned her before he let his left hand join his right, one hand teasing her clitoris and spreading her lips open, while the other stroke her tight passage, thrusting in and out of her mercilessly. She turned her head to his body, burying her face against his chest as her lower body jerked and twitched from his ministrations. He bent his head down to claim her lips as she squeezed her eyes tight, and his fingers curled within her as he tapped her clit firmly, pushing her over the edge. He swallowed her muffled cries as he sucked her tongue into his mouth as she shuddered violently from cumming so hard. He removed his left hand from her sensitive slit but continued thrusting his fingers in her, although he'd slowed down somewhat, merely prolonging her orgasm. When her body stopped shaking, he withdrew his fingers from her, and she could see that they were dripping with her juices.
He adjusted her skirt to her thighs again, unbuckled her seatbelt and then removed the blankets from their lower bodies, and then he pulled her up from the seat and led her into the restroom, shaking legs and all. As soon as he locked the folding doors behind them, he undid he belt and zipper and pulled his jeans and boxers down to reveal his hardness and then he sat down on the toilet seat.
Not knowing what to do with herself – because she seriously though that he was taking a dump on the toilet with her watching right there – she tried to turn around to give him some privacy but then he pulled her into his lap with her back against his chest, lifting her skirt up for the second time that night- or morning – and then he was inside her in the next moment. She threw her head back at the feeling of fullness of his massive erection inside her recently fingered passage.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and tried to move her body up and down on his cock until she got the message and lifted herself and then sink down again. At one point she even grinded her hips against him, evoking a low groan from him. She squeezed her thighs together and her efforts were rewarded when he cried out, "God, that's so tight!"
She bounced on top of him a few more times until she felt the familiar stirrings deep in her belly, signalling another imminent orgasm. "Cum with me!" she breathed out throatily as her inner muscles squeezed him and her spasms caused him to let out an animalistic growl as he thrust one final time into her, letting her milk him dry as he hugged her tightly against his chest, panting heavily with exertion. It was a few more minutes before one of them could move. Elena felt like her legs were made of rubber as she stood up slowly, her knees shaking as she grabbed onto the sink for support. He slumped down on the toilet seat for a few seconds before he pulled up his pants and fastened them, rearranging his clothes and hair to his usual look, now that the role-play was over. Except for the borrowed glasses perched on his head.
"Are you alright?" he asked her finally when they recovered enough to speak.
"I'm fine, just need to clean up," she spoke breathlessly and then pulled some paper towels, wet them with water and then wiped herself to remove their combined secretions. "Daniel was quite the wild nerd," she said.
"Oh, you'd be surprised how kinky nerds can be, especially the pimply awkward ones," he smirked and then he leaned over to kiss her, pulling her into his arms. "Are you ready to go out?" he asked when their lips parted.
"Yeah, I guess so. Do I look thoroughly ravished?" she asked as she threw the paper towels into the toilet bowl and pressed the flush button.
"You look gorgeously flushed and fucked, no pun intended," he replied with a grin on his handsome face. He slid the lock open and pushed the doors so that they could both step out of the narrow cubicle, only to met with a disapproving Ms. Red-head, standing outside the restroom waiting for them with her arms folded.
"And what were you two doing in the restroom together? This isn't the mile-high club, you know?" her voice was uncompromising as she swept her gaze at their dishevelled and sweaty appearances.
"Sorry, morning sickness, couldn't be avoided," Damon said, flashing a grin at the scowling stewardess before he guided Elena back to their seats, making sure that she was seated securely before he pulled the glasses from the top of his head and threw it back to the snoring gentleman, hitting him on the head and jarring him awake. Seeing the confused man glance around to see what woke him, Damon quickly sat down in his own seat and buckled his seatbelt. Then, he pulled Elena's reclining body against him and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace until they both fell into an exhausted sleep.
I'm sorry for the insanely long chapter, but I figured that I had to write all their insecurities so that they can finally move on to have a great honeymoon. Yeah, there was also reason why I wrote about the shopping with Caroline and Elena's epiphany at the baby store and also her wax session.
It's gonna be an awesome honeymoon, baby!
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