A/N: First sorta Lemon after the line break to end. Didn't do too much of it but let me know what you think since it was my first try at it but I also don't want them to simply jump straight to it. I sorta see Damon becoming one of those hover husbands when it comes to their wife and first kid especially after everything that he's been through. We've all seen how he was with the look-alike in TVD even before they got together, so I don't think it's much of a stretch. I'm definitely thinking of writing that in but let me know what you guys think of an over-protective daddy Damon. If enough people say no I might not do it. (But I really want to so it probably won't matter if you don't want it!)

"I have a question" Damon was hesitant but asked after the thought popped into his head.

"Yes."

"How? How have you been able to . . . eat?" His face scrunches in anger.

"Sexual energy feeds me and in this town there's enough people who have sexual fantasies regarding me that I don't need to actually be with someone to feed."

"They what?" His face vamps out.

"Damon, it's a good thing."

"How is that a good thing? There are men thinking of being with my wife!"

"And women!" I say with a small smile but the furious look he gives makes me sigh. "It's a good thing because otherwise I'd be slowly withering away and not in the starving vamp way that just needs some blood and all better! My body would need to heal the human way from that and the only way to have stopped it would be to . . . be with someone." He stills not breathing at all before sighing.

"I . . . I see your point. I still don't like it."

"I don't like starving and to be honest despite the auras and energy I take in, I'm so hungry!" Her voice pitches in a mixture of desperation and agony. "I told the kids that I was fine but in all honesty it's like I've been living off of nothing but tofu the past few years." Her eyes glassy with tears as she holds her stomach. Damon instantly moves to her side and takes her into his arms, worried.

"Why haven't you?" His voice was strained the very thought of it, her being with someone else ripping at him despite knowing that he had no real say in the matter considering his own time away from her since her death.

"Elijah" She almost whispered the name too light for even him to catch.

"Who is Elijah?" His heart clenches at the thought that there may be someone else despite not having seen anyone. After all, in today's age you didn't necessarily have to live in the same city, state, hell the same continent to have a relationship with someone.

"He's my other mate. I'm the first and technically, queen of my race." She looks at him with a sad smile. "I'm too powerful for a single mate to ground me." He wasn't sure how to take it.

"Wait. Other mate? If he's one then the other is?" He looks down at her.

"You, of course. I met Elijah during my time in New York. He's, well, he's an Original."

"Original? Original what? Backstreet boy?" He asks getting a giggle out of her.

"Vampire. He's one of the first, him and his siblings are where all of today's vampires come from. If one of them were to die" she takes a breath. "so would their entire line. Everyone ever turned going back to that Original would die." Damon froze as he took in what she said.

"Are you sure?" The thought of his life being tied to another vampire's in such a way was horrifying. What if they were staked? What if they decided to just walk into the sun one day cause they were bored of it all?

"Damon, stop worrying. Originals can survive being staked. Hell, they can compel other vampires!"

"What!"

"Damnit. I was trying to call you down not freak you out! Look, the same rules apply for them. They can't enter a living person's house without an invitation. They need spelled lapiz lapzuli to walk in the sun. They can't compel anyone who is on vervain, which reminds me that we're getting you on it."

"You realize what vervain does to me, don't you?" He ask with a slight hint of fear in his eyes. She pats his cheek.

"We'll start slow. Think of it as, S&M. I'm slowly torturing you." her fingers trail down his neck and start to slowly unbutton his shirt." Trailing a vervain leaf down your chest so you feel it's burn." Her nails bite into his flesh as she moves them down his chest and he hisses. "It burns but feels good, doesn't it?" she whispers at his ear and he groans in agreement as she continues. She reaches into her shirt and he sees her finger at the edge of lacy red before she pulls out something that fits between her fingers and brings it to her mouth, placing it on her tongue. "The mix of pain and pleasure will be absolutely, intoxicating."

She kisses him and soon enough he is pushing her back and begging for entrance. His tongue touches hers and he feels a light heat burning at him but keeps going The heat only makes him want her more. He reaches for her shirt tearing at it before his hands move on to her jeans. Soon enough he has her stripped down to nothing but her lacy red bra and matching cheeksters. He leans off her and undresses himself, vamp speed. Unable to help himself he finds himself between her legs, bending her knees. He wonders if she'll taste the same here as well. They had been adventurous for their time, not caring for how they were to simply lay in bed with him atop of her and be done with it. No, even then they had wanted more from each other. Even to this day she was the only woman he had tasted.

Katherine despite her actions would either force him to take her as she laid back or would ride him herself. She was a bore in bed, likely sticking to the time period in which she was raised. It was the one thing concerning her he was actually grateful for. The only thing she hadn't been able to touch and ruin. Something he even after all these years did not allow anyone else to do despite the uncountable number of women he'd taken all these years.

The positions he'd held his wife in, the way he'd take her on all fours burying himself to the hilt as he spent himself within her, the way his tongue had dipped into her core licking at her juices as though he was a man dying of thirst, the way her own had wrapped around him as she sucked him to completion before climbing atop him and burying him inside her as he turned them over and brought her legs onto his shoulders to enter her deeper. How he had slept buried within her. Spending warm nights under the stars beneath their willow tree as he took her and claimed God himself had blessed their marriage as he pounded into her as she kneeled, as she laid at her side, as he laid on his back, standing as he held her in his arms lifting and dropping her upon him, and even as he sat with his back against the willow and the bark scratched at him as she bounced upon his lap both facing him and not.

The memories of their love-making was too much and he ripped the red lace from her lower body, burying his tongue in her. He heard as she gasped and moaned. His nose pressing at her nub while his tongue traced her within and his hands grasped her hips holding them down as she writhed the closer she came to release. It was clear her body had been untouched by another man for years. Her taste was just as he remembered, like the sweetest and juiciest of strawberries. He could not help himself as he took in every bit he could, it had been far too long since he had felt such happiness. He hadn't realized just how much he had truly missed the very act of tasting the woman he loved. What had once been a daily intimacy done had completely disappeared from his life and forbidden, until now. As she released she raised her hand muffling her scream of pleasure as her walls pulsed against his tongue.