This is for Black-White-Grey, I hope I did it justice. It turned out sappier and more romantic than I had planned. I hope you all still like it. Let me know what you think and let me know anymore ideas that you may have.
PS I own nothing.
"Mmmm what smells so good in here?" Damon asked walking into the Gilbert house one afternoon.
"I'm making my moms famous apple pie. I was feeling wistful." she explained turning to smile at him.
"It smells delicious." he assured her kissing her temple.
"I hope it tastes that way. It would really suck if I couldn't make it the way she did. I want to remember the way it tasted and the way it smelled. It's one of those memories I feel that I'm losing. I'm trying to bring it back." she explained looking down at an invisible spot on her shirt so she didn't have to look him in the eye.
"There is nothing wrong with that Elena. You should want to remember things like this of your parents. It's completely normal." he said placing his finger under her chin to pull her face up to look into his eyes.
"Does it really smell good in here or are you just saying that to make me feel better?" she asked seriously. She knew it could technically go either way. She didn't think it smelt back, but that was just her opinion.
"It really does smell good in here. I promise. You should feel wistful more often. Although I'm sure if you did everyone in this house would be three hundred pounds." he said smirking.
"Shut up. I don't always cook when I feel like this. It's just I missed my moms apple pie and I wanted to try making it." she said smacking his arm.
"Do you want some help?" he asked.
"Sure." she said grinning. "My dad often helped my mom bake her pie, this reminds me of that a little bit." she said.
"What did your dad do?" he asked.
"He mostly pretended to help, but when it came time to put it in the oven or take it out he did that. He didn't want to risk my mom burning herself." she explained remembering the happy times.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked washing his hands in the sink.
"You can put the pie in the oven." she said smiling softly handing him the heavy pan. He smiled at her and did as she suggested placing the pie in the oven. She set the timer on the oven and leaned against the counter.
"Tell me more about your mom and dad." he suggested.
"I don't know what to tell you." she said.
"Anything. What do you think they'd think of me?" he asked curiously.
"My mom would first say you're too old for me. But after a bit of whining and explaining what you mean to me, she would give in. As long as she didn't know about the vampire aspect. That is paramount. She must never know. But my dad would be impossible to convince. He thought I should stay single until I was thirty because then I'd know what I wanted. He wanted me to be his little girl forever and I wish I stayed his little girl for longer. I don't have that option anymore." she said staring at the floor.
"Why do you look away whenever you say something like that?" he asked lifting her chin up again.
"Because I've never told anyone any of this stuff before. I worry that you'll think I'm stupid or childish." she admitted.
"I would never think of you as stupid or childish. You are the strongest person I know. You never told Stefan about this?" he asked.
"No. He's never asked. He left my past in my past and I left his there too." she said.
"This has to be the first real conversation we've had since we got together. I like it." he admitted smiling.
"I like it too. I'm pretty sure both my parents would approve of you after they got to know the real you." she said smiling, ignoring the "are you crazy?" look on his face.
"Have you met me Elena? I am the last man that a girl would want to introduce to her parents. The moral-less, blood thirsty killer who has slept with practically every woman in Mystic Falls?" he asked staring at her.
"That may be true, but you care for me and you protect me. That is what would make them approve. Above all else they wanted me to be safe and happy. They would have seen how happy you make me and they would have accepted what we are together." she told him laying her head on his shoulder. They lapsed into silence for a while after that, Elena's head on Damon's shoulder and her arm wrapped around his. He laid his cheek against the top of her head. He loved having her so close to him, it made him feel warm. They sat there like that for what seemed like forever until the oven timer went off.
"Allow me." he said extricating himself from Elena's grasp. She smiled at him as he pulled the pie out of the over and placed it on the cooler rack. "There. All done." he said walking back over to Elena. She twined her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.
"I love you." she whispered softly against his lips.
"You do?" he asked shocked to hear the words come out of her mouth. He had resigned himself to not hearing those words for a while yet. But here they were and he couldn't say anything.
"Yes. I've loved you for a while now, but today just cemented that."she whispered.
"I love you too. You have no idea how long I've wished for you to say those words." he said bending down so he could envelope her lips with his. He rested his hands lightly on her hips as she reached onto her tip toes so he didn't have to bend as much anymore. She pressed her body further into his and she could feel him hardening against her.
"We should stop. I don't want to ruin this." he said pulling away panting.
"You cant ruin it. I want this too." she assured him.
"Elena, now is not the time for this. We're in your kitchen, and we just had a heartfelt conversation about your parents." he said trying to reason with her.
"Damon, that heartfelt conversation is the reason I want you right now. Right here. You made me realize how much I love you." she whispered.
"Maybe we should do this elsewhere." he suggested.
"Please baby." she begged him knowing he wouldn't be able to resist her.
"Elena..." he groaned.
"Damon, I want this." she told him placing her hand on his cheek. He covered her hand with his holding her hand against his skin.
"You know I cant deny you anything." he said giving in, she smiled and reached up to kiss him softly but passionately. She didn't understand either why she wanted this there and now. All that mattered was that she did. Something inside her pushed her to make love with Damon in the place where she just now confessed her love for him. It made sense in her head, she just wasn't sure how to explain it to him.
"I don't want you to fuck me. I want you to make love to me. Please." she begged.
"I will make love to you." he promised her before going back to kiss down her jaw and towards her neck. He trailed a sweet line of kisses down her neck, he followed the line of her collar bone towards her cleavage kissing and sucking softly. He didn't suck or bite hard enough to make a mark. He just wanted to show her how cherished she was. He noted that she was wearing a skirt which made this so much more convenient. He turned them around and lifted her up onto the kitchen island, the one counter that wasn't piled with ingredients.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.
"Yes I want you to make love to me in the place that I told you I loved you for the first time." she said finally explaining her reasoning.
"Okay." he said bending down and kissing her again. Tongues duelled intimately as they kissed languidly. There was no rush, hands caressed skin softly.
"Please. I need you." she whispered against his lips. He kissed her briefly before trailing his hands downward. He snuck a finger into her panties and tested her wetness. When he deemed her ready he gently pulled her panties do her legs. None of his usual panty ripping here and now, she wanted to be made love to. She didn't want to be fucked.
"Please." she begged, the need in her eyes apparent. She needed him, that much was clear. He unbuttoned his jeans just enough to free his erection.
"Are you ready?" he asked softly. She nodded as she wrapped her arms even tighter around his neck. His hands rested on her hips as he slid inside her slowly savouring every inch. He kissed the tip of her nose when he was fully seated inside her before she flexed her internal muscles around him urging him to start moving. He started gently thrusting within her keeping the pace at the same mood as the rest of the coupling. Never in his entire existence had he ever made love. He had fucked, he had simply had sex. But never before could anything he had ever done be considered making love like this. This was tender and beautiful. Her fingers tangled in his hair and trailed down his back while his hands also roamed all over her body.
"You are so beautiful." he whispered.
"So are you." she said kissing his lips softly. Their lower bodies didn't miss a beat as they continued moving together in a rhythm as old as time.
"I'm close." she whispered, she didn't want to ruin the serenity of the moment by speaking loudly.
"Me too." he told her. When she came moments later he followed almost immediately after causing the two of them to bask in the glory of their orgasms together. Elena's head pressed intimately against Damon's chest as he held her even closer to his body.
"I love you so much." she aid kissing him once more before he pulled out of her.
"I love you too." he replied before helping her off the counter. She slipped her panties back on as he tucked himself back into his jeans.
"We should make love more often, that was amazing." she said happily.
"The rest of the sex is great, but there was definitely something satisfying about that." he agreed.
Later that evening they sat down at the table with Jeremy and ate a piece of the apple pie.
"Is tastes just like mom used to make." Jeremy said.
"Really? It's not terrible?" she asked unable to make herself try a bit.
"It's amazing. It brings back memories." he admitted. She took a small bite of the pie and smiled.
"It tastes just like moms." she agreed smiling brightly.
"Good work. I'm happy that you made this. It's pretty special." he said.
"Damon helped me a lot. And we talked, it was a change of pace." she said clasping his hand on the table.
"Mom's apple pie brought you two closer together too." Jeremy noted.
"It did. I'm beginning to think apple pie is magic. It brought us as a family closer together and now its bring me closer to Damon." she said smiling. Damon brought the hand he as holding up to his mouth so he could kiss it. He didn't need to speak, he was just happy sitting by her side. Just knowing how she felt about him had him so very happy. He sent up a silent thank you for this girl. This girl who made an apple pie because she was feeling wistful, which led to the best afternoon he could ask for.
"Mom would be proud of this pie Lena. I'm not even sure she could make it taste this good." Jeremy said dishing out a second piece of the dessert.
"Jeremy's right, its amazing. This pie really is magic." he said softly.