A/N: Thank you guys so much for the reviews I appreciate it so much. I've been on a roll, updating every Monday for the last few chapters. That's my goal, but don't worry if I'm late. I have two jobs, I'm married with two children, so life is BUSY! I hope you like this chapter. It's a lot of fluff, with a little smut at the end ;)

Damon took me back to my place so that I could take a shower and get ready. We drove about 45 minutes to get there. It was a beautiful Christmas Eve afternoon. The air was chilly, with a light snow falling to the already white ground. It was starting to get dark, and houses and trees and yards were decorated with lights of all the colors you could imagine.

Damon finally pulled into a long driveway, to a house tucked in the back behind massive trees. "Are we here?" I suddenly felt incredibly nervous.

"Yep," he pulled up behind a nice sleek black car.

"Wow," I could not help but be in awe. "This is where you grew up?"

"Mostly," he shrugged.

"What do your parents do?" I unbuckled my seatbelt.

"Nothing crazy," he turned off his car. "They got into investing early on, and it really took off. Especially when my uncle bought the company, they invested in him and now they do pretty well because of it."

"No kidding," I snorted. The house was massive, and beautiful. The entire house made of earth toned brick. It was on a lake that was currently frozen over, but I couldn't imagine how gorgeous it was in the summer.

"So," he changed the subject. "I didn't tell them I was bringing you, so forgive my mom when she freaks out."

"You didn't tell them?!" I scolded him.

"My mom will be so thrilled, she won't care one bit," he assured me. "She's probably going to hug you and ask you a million questions. You'll be lucky if she lets you leave."

"Now I'm nervous," I admitted.

"Don't be," he opened his door. He walked around to my door to open it for me. He helped me out of the car, and then retrieved a bag from the trunk with gifts for his family. He grabbed my hand as we walked to the door.

Damon opened the front door, pulling me with him, "Hello?" He called out.

"In the kitchen!" I heard a woman's voice echo off the walls.

Damon set his gifts down on a bench near the door. He looked me in the eyes, sensing my nerves. "Don't be nervous, they'll love you." He kissed the top of my head gently, before taking my hand and pulling me down the hall, before turning a corner into the kitchen.

I saw a woman with her back towards us, stirring something on the stove. Her hair was dark like Damon's and her slender body was dressed in a nice sweater, and jeans.

"Hey ma," Damon greeted her.

The woman turned around with a smile, before her mouth dropped open in shock. "Hi," She smiled keeping her eyes locked on me. Her eyes were identical in color to Damon's. He resembled his mother in many ways.

"Who's this?" She looked at Damon.

"This is Elena," he squeezed my hand in reassurance. "Elena this is my mom."

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Salvatore," I reached out my hand to give her a handshake.

"Lilly," she corrected me. "Please."

"I'm sorry," she apologized to me. "Damon didn't tell me he was bringing anyone. I would have cleaned up a little bit more," she ran her hands down her body embarrassed.

"Don't be sorry," I shook my head. "I feel bad for intruding on your Christmas, I hope"-

"Oh my gosh," Lilly shook her head. "Don't apologize. I'm so glad you're here!" Her smile was big, and her eye practically twinkled. "Sit down please," she gestured to the center island.

Damon smiled at me rolling his eyes playfully as if he were saying I told you so. We both took a seat on the bar stools as his mom returned to the stove. She added some salt and pepper and turned the temperature down before stirring it again.

"Are you pulling a prank on me Damon?" his mom, turned back towards us giving him a questioning look.

"I'm not that cruel," he promised.

"So…" I could tell she wanted to know everything but was trying to be polite in front of me.

"Yes mother," Damon rolled his eyes, knowing she wanted to ask the obvious. "She is my girlfriend."

I still was not used to the title, but it made my heart flutter with excitement. "I'm sorry," she shook her head in disbelief. "I just never thought I'd see the day."

"You and me both," he chuckled. "But Elena…" he shook his head looking at me. "She's changing me. And I wish I could say that I didn't like it…" he let his sentence fall.

"Well, I like it," his mother smiled at me. "Why don't you show Elena around, and introduce her to your dad. I'll have dinner ready in about 10 minutes."

Damon gave me a quick tour of his parent's house and then introduced me to his dad. His dad was kind, but you could tell he was a man of few words. He looked a lot more like Stefan to me, but I could see some similarities between Damon and his father. You could tell his dad was in shock when he introduced us.

We sat around the dinner table, just his parents and us. "Where's Stefan?" Damon realized his brother was missing.

"Oh, he got a nasty stomach bug," his mom frowned.

"Bummer," Damon passed me some dinner rolls.

"So how did you guys meet?" Lilly asked eagerly.

"Well…" Damon looked at me giving me a smirk. "Work," he said simply.

"Really?" Lilly was surprised. "What's your position?" She asked me.

"HR," I took a sip of my wine.

"Are you liking it there?" She wondered.

"Very much," I nodded. "The people are great, and the company has treated me well so far."

"I'm glad," she smiled. "Richard is my brother," she said referring to the CEO.

"Yeah, I met him at the company party," I remembered. "He was very nice."

"He better be," she had that big sister tone in her voice. "So, tell me… how did it go from coworkers to more?"

Damon and I looked at each other not knowing where to even start. "Well… Elena moved here in the fall. We met when I was updating her software in her office," he smirked thinking about the memory.

"Yeah, and he was a jerk," I playfully glared at Damon.

"Damon Richard Salvatore!" Lilly scolded him.

"Hey!" he put his hands up in defense. "It was a defense mechanism," he explained. "You know I don't like to hook up with woman from the office."

"Damon!" Lilly scolded him again. "I'm sorry Elena… I swear I raised him better than this."

I giggled, realizing she was embarrassed. "I know you did. And eventually he showed me his true colors."

"She's the girl who broke my nose," he tattled on me.

"It was an accident!" I gasped in embarrassment.

"It sounds like he deserved it," Lilly laughed.

"Probably," Damon rolled his eyes playfully. "But that's when I realized I liked her."

I was surprised at his little confession. "You never told me that."

"That's because I didn't want to like you," his eyes bore into mine with such intensity.

"So, then what?" his dad interrupted our brief but intense moment.

Damon took a sip of his wine. "Then I saw her at the company party… and I asked her dance with me."

I heard his mother sigh in awe, "now that is the son that I raised."

"And that's when I realized that I liked you," I gave him a sweet smile.

"That is adorable," his mother put her hand on her chest. "So, it was pretty much up from there?"

"No," I snorted. "He practically tricked me into a date, after he told me he doesn't date."

"I was testing the waters," he shrugged giving me that adorable, crooked smile.

"Well, I see you caved in on the dating then," Lilly pointed out.

"I tried so hard to fight it," Damon shook his head at me. "But she… I don't know?" he let his thought disappear.

"Well, I'm glad," Lilly smiled. "I've been praying for someone like you to change his mind."

"It's true," his dad chimed in. "I'm glad I don't have to hear her worry about it anymore."

I laughed at his dad's fake annoyance. "Well, I didn't do anything special."

"You didn't have to," Damon squeezed my knee under the table giving me a small smile. "You were just being you."

"So, what is it about her that was so different?" Lilly had her hands rested under her chin like she was a child listening to a really good book.

He took a bite of his dinner roll thinking about it for a minute. "She was the first girl that called me out when I was being a jerk… I mean she can hold her ground. She's feisty," he told them. "But then she could turn around the next minute and be so kind, even when I didn't deserve it." He thought for a minute. "She was also the first girl that made me work for it."

"The chase?" Lilly wondered.

"Yeah, but it wasn't a game," he clarified. "She just wasn't going to settle for anything less than she deserved. She made me want to be a better person."

My heart melted at his words. He never told me that before.

"He told me he doesn't do marriage and kids," I jumped in. "I wasn't going to settle for that. I don't expect a ring or anything anytime soon, I just want an open mind. I want to know it is a possibility. I realize that this may not work," I gestured between our bodies. "And that's life sometimes. I am not asking for a proposal. I'm asking for hope."

I could tell he was in deep thought as he processed my words. He was studying my face, taking each word, and trying to decipher their meaning.

"Is it a possibility?" Lilly asked.

"Lilly," Giuseppe scolded her for being so nosey.

"You're right," she shook her head like she was in a dream. "It's none of my business, I'm sorry."

Damon looked away from me. Leaving me hanging for his answer. This certainly wasn't the place to have this conversation, but I wanted to know. "Taking me here to meet you guys was a big step for Damon. And that alone shows me that he is keeping an open mind," I told his parents. "Like I said I don't expect anything real serious anytime soon."

Damon seemed relieved to hear what I had to say. I'm sure he felt pressure not only from me but also his parents. He was finally doing what they always wanted.

"Where are you from?" Lilly changed the subject.

"I'm from a town called Mystic Falls," I was also thankful for the subject changed. "It's in Virginia."

"It sounds magical," Lilly smiled, drinking her wine. "It must have been hard moving here all by yourself."

"Actually, one of my best friends moved here with me. Oh!" I just remembered her, and Stefan were together. "She's actually dating your other son," I giggled.

"Oh Caroline," Lilly remembered her name. "I haven't met her yet, but I've heard nothing but good things from Stefan. He never mentioned anything about you two though."

"I told him I'd kill him if he did," Damon interjected.

"Why?" Lilly laughed.

He shrugged, "It's my news to share."

Lilly rolled her eyes but smiled. "So, what about your family? Are they still in Mystic Falls?"

"Mom," Damon held his hands up in warning.

"It's ok," I told Damon.

I turned back to Lilly noticing the confusion on her face. "My parents died a few years ago. So, it's just me and my younger brother. He's out in California for school."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she clutched her chest, feeling guilty for bringing it up.

"No don't be," I waved it off. "It's not like you had any idea. Besides… The more I talk about it… say it out loud. It becomes more normal."

"I'm sorry that you have to normalize it Elena," she frowned.

I gave her a small smile before drinking some more wine.

We had a blast the rest of the night. We played card games, watched a Christmas movie and his mom showed me all of Damon's photo albums. I had a good laugh looking at his middle school and early high school days.

Damon had gone out to the garage with his dad for a few minutes to help his dad with something on his car.

"I really like you Elena," his mom told me when we were alone. We sat on the couch, both with a glass of red wine.

"Thank you, I like you guys too," I smiled.

"I can't even tell you how happy it makes me that he brought you home. I honestly never thought I'd see the day," she started to tear up. "I worry about him… And someday I'll be too old, and I won't be able to be there for him."

"Yeah, he told me about his diabetes," I could feel my heart tug with sadness.

"I worry about that a lot," she nodded. "But more than anything I just want him to be happy. I want him to know what it's like to be in love… and share a life with someone."

"I hope he gets to experience love too," I agreed.

"Oh, he is," she shook her head in disbelief. "That boy is so in love with you already."

"You think?" I was shocked by her words.

"I know he does," she wiped the fallen tear from her eye. "Just watching him with you… when we were playing cards, he couldn't stop looking at you. He smiles and laughs all the time around you. And I couldn't help but watch you two when we watched the movie. I think he watched you more than the movie," she laughed through her happy tears.

I laughed with her. "He doesn't express himself to me very well. At least not with his words."

"It's hard for him," she agreed. "He's never felt this way before."

"Me either," I admitted.

"Don't break his heart," she pleaded. "I don't think he'd give it another shot with anyone."

My heart nearly fell to my stomach at the thought. "I think it would be the other way around, if anything."

"No," she shook her head. "I see it. You've got him under your spell. And I mean that in a good way."

We both laughed, before Damon came around the corner from the garage. He must have noticed his mom's tears because he commented on it, "What'd you say to make my mother cry?" He teased me.

"I'm just so happy," she wiped the underneath of her eyes. "This has been the best Christmas gift you could've given me."

"Good, I was hoping I could leave her here," Damon gave his mom that crooked smile.

She rolled her eyes looking at me, "always with the jokes."

Damon held out his hands to me, "are you ready to get home?"

"Sure," I set my wine glass down and reached for his hands, letting him lift me off the couch.

He tucked the hair behind my ear before giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead.

His mom stood up and gave Damon a hug. "Please visit again soon."

"I will," he promised her.

She released herself from his embrace and turned to me. "It was so nice to meet you, Elena."

"You too," I whispered as she pulled me in for a hug. She gave me a squeeze, not wanting to let me go.

"Bye pops," Damon called out through the house.

A few seconds later his dad appeared, and he gave me a handshake, "It was nice to meet you," he smiled warmly at me.

"Thank you for having me," I smiled kindly at him.

Damon took my hand as we walked out of the house. The air was shockingly cold as it hit my face. Thankfully, he warmed up the car already. My teeth started to chatter, as I put the seatbelt around my waist.

He grabbed my hands and blew his hot breath on them. "Thank you for coming," he gave me that smile that made me weak in the knees.

"I love your parents," I smiled back at him. "Especially your mom."

"I know she loves you," he chuckled. "I was afraid she was going to kidnap you for a second."

I giggled with him. "I would've gone willingly."

He kissed my hands, as he continued to blow on them, to warm them up. "Stefan texted me a little bit ago," Damon released my hands from his. "And it sounds like Caroline is now sick, so your apartment might be hazardous."

"Oh gosh," I grimaced.

"So…" he placed his hand gently underneath my chin. "I was thinking you should spend the night."

"At your place?" I asked.

"Yeah," he leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" I squinted at him suspicious.

"Is it working?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

I smacked his chest, "Damon."

"No," he turned serious. "If I'm being honest, I'm just not ready for you to go home."

"Ok," I smiled, biting my lower lip.

He smiled back giving me another kiss. Letting his lips linger a little longer. I could taste the wine on his lips. "But you have to sleep with a shirt on."

"Whatever will make you comfortable," Damon turned to face forward, so he could start to drive.

"Oh, it doesn't make me uncomfortable," I clarified. "It just makes me want to take off your pants too."

He smirked as he backed out of the driveway, giving me a wink as he rested his arm behind my seat.

I woke up to a pair of strong arms enveloped loosely around my body. I could feel his slow and steady breathing, as my ear was pressed against his chest. I don't think we moved all night.

My eyes slowly opened, as they adjusted to the brightness. I tilted my head up to see Damon still asleep. I could stare at him for hours. His hair was tousled, and his mouth was slightly parted. I wish I could see his beautiful blue eyes, but it gave me time to notice other things about him. His cheekbones were the perfect angle to compliment his jawline. I glanced down his body and admired the t-shirt that clung to his muscular fit body. His chest stuck out, making him look so masculine. The comfort of his chest made me feel safe and protected. His arms were nicely toned, with one major vein protruding down his bicep. I remembered seeing his abs once, and I wished I could see them now. He was such a beautiful human; it was almost paralyzing.

I ran my hand up to move his messy hair, then I lightly touched his features. His eyes, cheek, lips, down his neck. My hand ran over the plains of his chest and down his abdominals which were rock solid beneath his shirt. My hand slowed as it reached the top of his shorts. My face burned with both desire and nerves. He was so experienced and confident, and I was the complete opposite. It had been a long time since I've done anything beyond making out, and I really had no idea what I was doing. But the ache that I had for him was strong. I wanted to pleasure him, I wanted him to pleasure me. I wanted to know what it felt like with someone like him. With Matt I felt pressure since we had been together so long. I didn't really have the desire.

I let my hand glide across the top of his pants, and I was surprised to find him harder than stone. I had heard of morning wood before, but I wasn't sure how real it was. My heartbeat quickened when I noticed his size. I was so naive when it came to the male anatomy, but he had to be way larger than average.

My hand pressed against his length a little firmer and his eyes shot open. I could tell he was confused for a minute. He was in a deep sleep, and he came out of it quickly. He blinked a couple of times, looking down at me.

I moved my hand back up to his chest, and I lowered my head into his chest feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

His hand rested on my head, as he played with my hair. "Mmm," he groaned. "I could wake up to you every morning."

I peeked up at him, moving to sit up "I'm sorry."

"What?" He looked at me confused. "Why are you sorry?"

I flushed, feeling like such a virgin at this moment. "For… exploring."

He sat up with me, cupping my face, "I like it. You can explore all you want," he smirked.

I blushed more, unable to look him in the eye. The feelings were so intense sometimes. I was feeling a million different things and it was overwhelming.

"You're adorable," his thumb rubbed across cheek back and forth. "Your innocence is quite endearing."

"It's embarrassing," I bit my lip.

"You have no idea how much I adore it," he shook his head. He kissed my lips sweetly, gently pulling away to look me in the eyes. "I have an internal struggle with you."

"What do you mean?" My hand came up to run across the stubble on his face.

"Part of me wants to rip off your clothes and corrupt you," his body tensed as he looked me up and down. "But the other part of me wants to keep you this innocent forever. There is something so deep and intense about treating you delicately. It is a huge responsibility, and honor for you to allow me to even touch you. I've never felt that before."

I smiled and blushed all at the same time. I felt the same exact way. My body and my hormones were ready to jump in headfirst to the unknown territory. But the fear, anxiety told me to wait. It reminded me that I am inexperienced, and that I should wait until I knew we loved each other. I fiddled with the hem on the sleeve of his shirt, "I feel the same."

He tucked my loose curls behind my ear and cupped my face with one hand. "Just please… If we ever go further and you aren't ready… say something. I will not be disappointed or mad. I want you to be 100 percent sure."

"I promise," I looked him in the eye. "I appreciate you being so understanding."

He kissed me sweetly on the lips, letting himself linger for a few seconds.

When he pulled away, I grabbed the back of his neck, not wanting it to end. "Wait," I whispered.

"Hmm?" His face only centimeters from mine.

"I'm not ready for sex," I blushed. "But… I would be open to…" Oh gosh, I was so embarrassing. "other things."

He smiled and chuckled a little bit. "You're cute."

I buried my head in the crack of his neck and shoulder. "I'm sorry," My voice sounded muffled. "I know I am not turning you on at all."

I felt his hands snake up to cup my face and pull my head out of his shoulder as he forced me to look at him. "Are you crazy?" He was serious now. "Don't ever doubt how I feel when I'm around you. You could wear a paper sack and you would still turn me on. The only reason I laughed at you, is because I find it utterly adorable that you are so innocent."

I sighed in frustration with myself. "I want to be sexy and confident."

"That comes with time and experience," he promised me. "You are sexy," He pulled me back down so that we could lay together.

I sat up right away feeling a wave of confidence with a smidge of curiosity. "Can I do something?"

"Anything," His eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

I straddled his lap, looking down at him. I could feel his erection start to grow and dig into my center. A moan escaped my lips involuntarily. My hands rested on his chest, as I held eye contact. I gently lowered myself to kiss him. Our mouths explored each other's, tangling, and fighting for dominance. His sucked on my bottom lip, and I couldn't help but roll my hips, needing friction. He reached up into my hair pulling me closer. Our teeth grazed each other's as our kissing deepened.

I pulled away but remained straddled on his lap. I looked down at him, feeling a burst of confidence. His lips were red, and his eyes were dark with passion. Without giving it, another thought I removed my t-shirt, revealing my naked upper body. I know he had already seen them once, but it still felt like the first time. I felt so vulnerable, yet comfortable at the same time. Damon slowly reached up, grabbing my breasts in his hands. He rolled my nipples between his fingers as he held eye contact.

"Ahh," I moaned letting my head fall back in pleasure. I moved my hips back and forth over his erection feeling that ache build up.

I looked back down at him needing more. I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, throwing it off to the side. He had the most incredible body; it was almost unfair. His abs were engaged perfectly revealing his six pack.

My hands gently explored his chest and toned stomach. He watched me as I took mental pictures trying to memorize every line, crevice, and scar on his body. His eyes were glued to my breasts as if he was doing the same thing.

I laid down next to him reconnecting our lips. He turned on his side to get better access. His hand rested on my hip pulling me closer. Our bodies rippled against one another needing something…needing release. I could feel the hormones pumping throughout my body like I was intoxicated by them. My hands found the top of his shorts pulling them down quickly. Damon's eyes popped open in surprise, as he disconnected our lips, looking down at me. Before he could say anything, I reconnected our lips and grabbed his big erection in my tiny hand. He groaned into my mouth as he kicked his shorts off his ankles. He pushed into my hand, as I tightened my hold on him.

His hands moved down my body, removing my shorts in the process. After I kicked them off, he took one hand running it up my inner thigh and finding my wet center. "Fuck," I moaned into his shoulder. The sensation was unlike anything I ever felt. I never felt like this with Matt. This was desire… Passion… It was a pure high.

He groaned as he parted my lips with his fingers. He immediately explored my clit, rubbing slow circles over the bundle of nerves. I bit down on his collarbone unable to contain the pleasure. His finger found my entrance and he slowly eased it inside me. We both moaned loudly as his finger adjusted to the tightness. "Holy fuck you're tight," he groaned.

He continued to move it in and out and back and forth, curling it so it would hit that unbelievable spot.

I couldn't take it anymore, I needed more. I grabbed his hand pulling him out of me, and before he could think I straddled his lap, pinning his arms above him. I let me wet pussy, slide along his incredibly large and rock-solid cock. He groaned loudly, intertwining our fingers, and squeezing my hands. As I moved myself to the tip, I let his cock tease my opening. It felt so damn good I just needed more. My body tingling everywhere. I wanted to be touched everywhere. My nipples were hard as glass, just barely hovering above his lips. My pussy was on the verge of becoming penetrated for the first time, and I was dripping with anticipation. I pushed down just slightly, and the head of cock was now about an inch into me and it was so tight it burned. I wanted to move more so badly. I wanted friction… I wanted release.

Damon's face was in shock but was also in complete pure bliss. He practically growled at the feel of barely being inside of me. "Elena," he said softly.

I was just about to move him deeper into me when he caught me by surprise. He quickly removed his hands from mine and found my hips. He lifted me off him with ease, and I whimpered at the sudden loss. He moved me to lay next to him, as he turned towards me. "You said you weren't ready," he reminded me. He kissed me lightly on the shoulder looking down into my eyes.

"I want you," I whispered still feeling the uncontrollable desire radiating off of every centimeter on my body.

"You're not ready," he shook his head.

"You don't want to?" I was surprised and disappointed that he didn't have the same unmanageable need that I had.

"I want to," he pressed his still very hard erection against my hip. "But your first time should be special. You should know that you can say without a doubt that you're ready, mentally, physically, and emotionally."

"I want to," I played with his erection in my hand.

"Elena," He sighed closing his eyes. "You don't have a clear head right now."

"I don't want to," I pouted my lips, stroking him harder.

He moaned moving his hips at the same tempo as my hand. "Elena," He growled in warning.

"I'm so wet for you," I parted my legs, letting the tip of his erection touch my wet folds.

I could feel his hands grip my hips, fighting to give in. He finally sighed, looking down into my eyes seriously. "Well, you aren't ready physically. You're so damn tight it wouldn't be pleasurable at all for you in the slightest," he said honestly. "So, let me take care of you," his hand went back to pleasuring my wet center. "I'm going to need to get you ready for me. It'll take time," he said while his fingers did amazing things to me. "You're so tight," he growled in my ear. "So, fucking tight." He added a finger, and it was quite a stretch. It was painful at first, but after I adjusted it felt incredible. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made me all tingly. "My sweet baby girl," he sucked and nipped on my collarbone. "I can't wait to fuck you," he groaned.

His words were almost my undoing. I grabbed his erection, wanting him to feel as much pleasure as I did. I pumped my hand on him as his fingers expertly played with me. Our lips connected as we let our bodies feel the ecstasy. My hips bucked as he curled his fingers harder and faster, and his thumb circled repeatedly over my clit. I moaned loudly, on the verge of screaming out in pleasure. "Yes," I moaned. "Yes, yes, yes," My voice went up several octaves.

"Your tight little hand feels fucking amazing," he bucked against me. "So, fucking good. Oh, baby girl," his head lowered to my nipples, who were crying for attention. He sucked on them, gently nibbling on them.

"Oh fuck!" My orgasm took me by surprise. I could feel my pussy tighten around his fingers, as my clit vibrated in pleasure.

His jaw dropped letting my nipple fall from his lips as he watched me cum all over his hand. He then bucked harder into my hand, as he exploded all over me. "Fuck," he clenched his jaw. His cum shot out all over my stomach, as he cursed over and over.

We both breathed heavily against each other, as we recovered from the most incredible feeling that existed on the planet. He eventually pulled away looking down at my naked body, covered in his semen. "I'll get you something to clean up."

I grabbed his arm, before he could get up. "Wait," I sat up smiling at him.

"Hmm?" he smiled back at me giving me a sweet kiss.

"Let's shower," I suggested blushing.

He moved off the bed, grabbing my hands to help me stand up.

A/N: What'd you think? Too much smut?