A/N: Sorry I didn't post yesterday. I had a great weekend enjoying the nice weather with my family! It felt good to go swimming and go to the zoo. I hope everyone else had a good weekend!

This chapter is VERY RATED M! It's also full of fluff.

And to answer everyone, no the problems that will come crumbling down next chapter have nothing to do with the nude photos. So enjoy this chapter because the next one is rough...

I also want to make a shout out to Scarlett2112 for making my cover for the story I love it! She is awesome!


Damon and I had decided it was time to tell his dad that we were dating. Things were getting serious, and neither of us saw this going somewhere else. So, Damon had invited his dad over for dinner and he was going to tell his dad that he had a girlfriend, and she would be joining them soon. Then I was going to walk in. I had no idea what to expect from there. I could see him being happy about it, I could see him thinking it was weird, and I could also see him being upset about it.

I knocked on the door of Damon's apartment and I could already feel my legs shaking. I heard Damon yell to come inside, so I reached out my unsteady hand and opened his door.

Giuseppe was sitting at kitchen counter, on a barstool turned away from me. Damon was finishing cooking. He gave me a wink and a crooked smile as I walked in.

Giuseppe turned to me and he seemed un-phased, "Oh Elena," he smiled. "Damon didn't tell me you were coming over."

I looked at Damon confused. I thought the plan was to tell him before I got here. Damon seemed to mirror my confusion.

"Apparently Damon has a new girlfriend that is coming over," Giuseppe continued.

Damon and I both looked at each other in understanding and couldn't help but break out in laughter. Apparently, the thought of the two of us together was so impossible he thought I was here to meet the mystery girlfriend too.

"Dad…" Damon began. "It's Elena."

His dad stared blankly at Damon for a minute before looking back and forth between the two of us, as realization dawned on him. "Oh," he blinked a few times as he processed the new information.

"Is that ok with you?" I finally spoke.

"Well yeah…" he seemed to fumble with his thoughts. "It's just… different."

"I know," It was still hard for me to wrap my head around.

"Just…" He looked at Damon sternly, before turning to me. "If you break up, don't let that stop you from coming to see me."

I giggled, "Of course not. You'll always be family to me Giuseppe."

He seemed satisfied with that answer, so he turned back to his newspaper and Damon looked at me and sighed in relief.

The three of us ate dinner together at Damon's small little kitchen island on bar stools. We mainly kept it casual talking about Damon's photography and my book. Occasionally, Giuseppe would ask about the two of us as if he still had a hard time imagining it to be true. I don't think he was upset; I actually think it made him happy. I think he was just hesitant. The way he would glance at Damon now and then when Damon would casually touch me. He seemed worried… and that worried me.

After Giuseppe left, Damon grabbed me by the hips and tugged me into his body, giving me a hug, "I missed you," he breathed.

I smiled into his chest, "I missed you too."

After I pulled away, I sighed, "Did you notice your dad seemed…nervous about us."

Damon shrugged, "he just likes you, and he doesn't trust me."

"Why wouldn't he trust you?" I could feel my heart pounding. Was he an unfaithful person? Damon and I hadn't had a real conversation about past relationships. I mean I knew about Katherine, but that was so long ago.

"I just don't really date women seriously," he pulled away from me and went to the kitchen to pull out some wine.

"Have you dated seriously since Katherine?" I stood still in the living room, feeling uneasy.

"No," he reached up in the cupboard for two wine glasses.

I thought about what he said. Katherine broke up with him before college, and he was 18. Now he was 29. So that meant for 11 years he's just been sleeping around?

"What's with the long face?" He asked, as he uncorked the wine.

"That's just a long time," I mumbled. "What have you been doing this whole time?"

He poured out two glasses and smirked, "having fun."

I gulped at the thought of his version of fun. I knew he was a bit of a womanizer. Was I just completely entranced by him that I didn't see the signs? Was I just another girl on his to do list? Once I fulfilled his sexual needs, was I going to be tossed aside, and on to the next for him?

"Hey," I heard the humor disappear from his voice as he stepped in front of me. "What's wrong?"

"What am I to you?" I gulped.

He looked off to the side confused, "I thought you were my girlfriend?"

"Until when?" I pressed.

"I didn't realize there was an expiration date?" He snorted.

"You haven't had a girlfriend for over a decade," I pointed out. "So why now? Why me?"

He stepped closer and cupped my face between his hands. "Because I want you," he answered simply. "Just you."

I wanted to trust his words. I wanted to lean into him and just believe that he meant it. But I always had this nagging feeling that this was just temporary. He was like a wild animal, one that wasn't meant to be caged.

He kissed my lips longingly. As much as I wanted to push the matter further, I just wanted to enjoy this. If I pushed him too much, he might push back. I just needed to trust him, trust the process and stop worrying so much.

"You worry too much," He whispered as he pulled away.

"I can't help it," I looked at him.

He ran his thumb over my forehead which I'm sure was covered in worry lines. He suddenly smiled, and I relaxed. "I was thinking something while you were talking to my dad."

"What's that?" I laid my hands on his chest.

"I couldn't stop looking at you, you were all smiles and giggles," he smiled. "I was not paying attention to the conversation at all, because all I could think was…" his hands were caressing my jaw, as he leaned in slightly. "I'm totally in love with this girl."

I felt like I stopped breathing. His little confession was like opening up a locked door that I tried keeping shut with all my strength. I knew it for a long time now. I was in love with him. I wanted to ignore the thought, in fear that he didn't feel the same way. In fear that I'd end up heart broken. In fear that I now loved someone who wasn't my husband…

"I love you, Elena," he said after I was silent.

I felt the tears sting my eyes, because I was both on top of the world and completely crushed. Love was scary. I lost the first love of my life, and that could happen again. In more ways than just death. "I love you too," I spoke softly.

He smiled at my truth. He was so oblivious to the pain that love cost. He had no idea that we were now putting ourselves in harm's way. The words were said out loud and they couldn't be taken back. We loved each other. I just hoped and prayed we could hold on to that. Keep it sacred and tucked away safe. Safe from other people, and the world. Because once the universe knew we were in love, it was going to do everything to pull us apart.


"You're in love with him?" My mom looked shocked as walked around the mall.

I was at the mall shopping for a gift for Damon. It was his birthday a few days ago, but he has been in LA doing another photo shoot. He would be home early tomorrow, and we were going to celebrate then.

"Yeah," I smiled. Now that I accepted the vulnerability of love, I was reveling in it. I felt on top of the world and it felt good.

"Wow," my mom raised her eyebrows. "Now I know why you didn't want to tell me who it was."

"Does that make me a bad person?" I frowned.

"You can't help who you love," my mom shook her head. "People will probably judge but you have to remember they don't know the whole story. It's not like you fell in love with him while you were still with Stefan."

I didn't like to think about it much. What kind of a person I would have been if I had known Damon while Stefan was still alive? Now that I knew Damon, I don't know that our chemistry would've been so easily denied. That didn't make my love for Stefan any less, they were just different.

Stefan was easy. We were very similar. We had a lot of the same wants out of life. There was no question in my mind about getting married and one day having kids. I used to laugh about the fact that after a month of dating we had our future kids' names picked out and our whole future laid out for us. We were always on the same page.

With Damon it was different. We were complete opposites. And now I understood the phrase opposites attract. We brought out different sides in each other, that we never knew existed. He brought out a spontaneous, fun, and dangerous side to me. And I brought out the sweet and sensitive side to him. I think in ways we are really good for each other. On the other hand, we hadn't had any conversations on what our future would look like. I had no idea what he thought about marriage and kids. Damon liked to live in the moment, he didn't know what his days look liked a month from now. In some ways that excited me, and in others it terrified me.

"I don't know why it makes me feel so guilty," I reached out to touch a sweater my mom had been looking at. "Oh, that's nice."

"Isn't it?" She held it up to her body, "I think I'm going to get it."

My mom threw the sweater around her arm as she kept browsing. "It's who you are Elena. You're a people pleaser. You want to make everyone happy."

"Which is impossible," I grumbled.

"Exactly," she pointed to me. "Which is why you should just worry about yourself. Do what makes you happy."


It was getting more challenging to find time together. Damon was very busy between traveling and working at the club. I was lucky to be off for the summer as a teacher. I feared when I was back at work because our time was already limited. What was going to happen when it was even less? I didn't like to think about it much, because it made me anxious.

For Damon's birthday celebration, we went for a morning hike. Damon loved taking pictures of nature, and so we went to a new hiking trail, with the most breathtaking views. For lunch we went out to eat with his dad. We had plans to go do something fun in the evening, but Damon insisted that he was exhausted from his latest shoot and just wanted to cuddle up on the couch with me. I brought him back to my place, and I let him pick a movie of his choice as I waited for the brownies in the oven to finish.

"I have a gift for you," I said as the movie credits rolled.

"I thought my gift was that morning blow job you gave me on our hike in the woods-"

"Damon!" I blushed. "I thought we were not speaking of that."

"It's not like anyone can hear me," he looked at me amused.

"Still," I blushed.

"Your innocence is adorable," he chuckled.

I bent over and dug out the wrapped gift I stashed underneath the couch, "Here. Happy birthday!" I handed him the present and he rolled his eyes, because he had adamantly told me no gifts.

He tore off the paper, and opened up the box, his face confused as he held up a thick stack of papers.

"It's my book," I could feel my heart beating. "It's all edited and about to be printed. I wanted you to be the first to read it, all finished."

"Really?" He looked genuinely excited. "You're going to let me read it?"

I rolled my eyes, "I figured you'd buy it on the shelf anyways, so…"

He chuckled, "Thank you babe."

"Just don't make fun of it, even if you hate it."

"I would never," he opened up to the first page.

"Don't start reading it now!" I cried. "Not in front of me."

"It's my birthday present," He argued.

"I have brownies," I tried tempting him.

"Sure, I could use a snack with my book," he smirked.

I ripped the pages out of his hands, standing up. "How about you go up to my bedroom, and I surprise you with my other birthday gift."

He stood up forgetting all about the book, "I think this might be the best birthday ever," he smirked before giving me a sweet kiss. He practically ran up the stairs, while I went to take out the brownies. After I turned off the oven, I went upstairs to my bathroom to change into the outfit I had stashed in the closet.

I smiled as I remembered Damon buying me this in New York. I think we both forgot about it. At least I did, until I was going through my closet and discovered it stuffed between some other clothing items.

It took me way too long to stuff myself into the tight fitted corset. Thank goodness it was a front lace up, so I could actually do it myself. Next, I slid on the thong and garter, along with the stockings. I smiled as I put on the heels that cost me… Damon way too much money. I thought I wouldn't wear them again, but they went perfectly with this slutty lingerie.

I took a look at myself in the mirror before walking across the hall to my bedroom, and my patient boyfriend.

"Wow," he blinked sitting up on my bed. "You look… hot."

I blushed, as I slowly walked towards the edge of my bed, "Would the birthday boy like to unwrap his present?" I leaned forward slightly playing with the ribbon tied on top.

He scooted himself to the edge of my bed, "Hmm, I think I'd like to appreciate the wrapping job first. Before I take it off." He grabbed my hips and turned me slowly so he could get a 360 view. He stopped me as I faced the wall. "Hmm." He groaned in appreciation. He squeezed my ass cheeks, before giving me a little spank. I turned my cheek so I could look over my shoulder at him. "I knew you'd look good in this color."

"What does the birthday boy want to do?" I bit my lip, as I turned to face him.

He dug out his phone, "I need a picture of my little sex kitten," he wiggled his eyebrows. "Lay down on the bed."

I obeyed, laying down on my bed. Letting my hair fan out over the pillows. I shifted my body to push out my chest and twist my hips to the side.

He crawled over me taking a picture on his phone, "Damn baby."

I blushed as I turned over, pushing my butt into the air. I heard him growl before quickly snapping a picture and throwing his phone onto my nightstand. "I can't torture myself any longer," He grabbed my waist and flipped me over. His hands reached for the tied ribbon between my bulging breasts. He smoothly pulled on one end and it came easily untied.

He took his time easily unthreading the ribbon, as he smirked down at me. Once he got it completely undone, he opened the strapless corset and raked his eyes over my naked chest, "So beautiful," he breathed.

His lips came down on my puckered nipple, and I gasped. He was always generous in the bed, making sure I was well pleased before he worried about himself. I had to remind myself it was his birthday and not mine.

I rolled us over, removing his shirt in the process. His gorgeous body had me practically drooling. I looked down at him, my body straddling his waist. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my center and I had to work hard to focus on the task at hand. I kissed across his shoulders, nibbling on his collarbone, and I felt him shiver, as I descended down his chest. My hands were roaming the contours the peaks and valleys of his rippled muscles.

As my lips made it down the trail of hair above his jeans, I undid the barrier of his denim prison. I had to contain the sounds coming from my mouth as I watched his hard cock free from his pants. I bit my lip, looking up at him as he kicked the remainder off his ankles.

My hand snaked around his hard base, as my lips circled the tip. I took my time twirling my tongue around his sensitive head before descending his length, my throat closing around his hardness. Once I reached my max, I paused for a couple seconds making sure to look up at him. His mouth was open as he sat up on his elbows. "Fuck Elena," he grabbed me by the hair, fisting me so he could pull me off him. "I already had an amazing blow job from you this morning," he smirked. "I want to fuck your pussy tonight."

I sat up, and he rolled us back over. He was about to rip my panties, but after probably realizing he liked this outfit, and would want to see me in it again, he loosened his grip, and very carefully peeled them down my legs, including the rest of my garments.

Once he pulled everything off, he laid back down. "Come sit on me," he smiled wickedly.

I wasn't going to deny him anything tonight. I gladly straddled his hips looking down at him.

"Up here," he pointed to his mouth.

"Damon," I sighed. "Tonight's about you."

"Eating you is about me," he licked his lips. "I might even enjoy it more than you do."

I shook my head knowing that wasn't possible. I crawled up his body not going to deny him again. He had an incredibly talented mouth, and I wasn't going to say no to that.

Once my legs were straddling his head, he looped his arms around my thighs and pulled me down on to his face. I had to grab the head of my bed to keep myself from flying off the bed. His nose dug into my clit, as his tongue worked my tight hole.

"Damon," I moaned. "Yes."

I looked down and was met with his beautiful eyes staring back at me. Watching him lick, suck and nibble on my sensitive pussy had me quaking. I was already experiencing an orgasm and it had only been 30 seconds.

"Oh my- fuck," I twisted my nipples with my fingers, and he hummed watching me, as he continued his assault. I came all over his face, I could feel the wetness pool down his chin. I had to lift off of him because it was too intense.

Once I was no longer straddled over him, he sat up and pulled my back against his chest. He sat on his knees and he had me hugged tightly to him. He picked me up and set me down on his stiff cock. We both gasped out in pleasure of our bodies joining.

I moved up and down on him, enjoying the feel of him hitting that spot deep inside me, only he could reach. His hands were gently resting on my hips guiding my movements.

"Cum again for me baby," he pleaded. His fingers dug into my hips as he picked me up and pushed me down on himself harder, and faster.

He didn't have to ask twice. "Oh Damon!" I screamed. "Fuck me Damon! Fuck my pussy!" I felt myself pulse around his throbbing cock.

He pushed me forward on to my hands, as he sat up on his knees. He pounded into me from behind like an animal. It was so primal, I had to hold on to the edge of the mattress, so I didn't go flying. I could hear my bed frame banging into the wall, and the sound of his dick sliding into my wet pussy. I was building up to another orgasm and I couldn't stop it. I was so sensitive, and so turned on.

Suddenly Damon's hand had come down hard on my bare ass, and I yelped. He had spanked me before but never this hard. It was for sure going to leave a mark. I bit my lip trying to suppress a cry. Then he did it again to the other cheek, and I dropped my head, as I moaned into the pillows. I never thought spanking would be a turn on, but I was dripping. If he did it again I would for sure cum.

He continued fucking me hard, "Did you like that spanking baby?" He growled.

"Yes," I turned my head to the side so he could hear me. "I want more."

I heard him groan before the sound of a crack, and a sting on my cheek had me wailing. The strangest sounds fell from my lips as I spiraled in another orgasm.

Damon joined me, as I felt him release inside me. He grunted and cursed as he slowly moved in and out of me.

After he finished, he pulled out and sat down, grabbing my ass, and gently kissing my still stinging cheeks. He took his time gently laying kisses on both sides, and rubbing smooth circles, "did I hurt you?" His voice was gentle and smooth.

"No," I sat up moving so that I could wrap my arms around his neck. "I mean… I liked it."

He gave me a crooked smile, "I love you."

"I love you," I kissed him on the lips, letting my lips linger for a long minute.

"This is by far the best birthday I've ever had," he hummed.

"I'm hungry," I jumped off the bed, grabbing his t-shirt off the bed and throwing it over my head. He grabbed his black briefs pulling them up his legs.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the stairs, excited to eat the delicious brownies waiting for us.

I grabbed a knife from the drawer and cut us both a big piece. I handed him one and started stuffing my face with the other.

Damon took a bite and moaned. "Delicious."

I nodded my head as I took another bite.

"Second best thing I've tasted today," he smirked.

I blushed rolling my eyes, "you're disgusting."

"Eat up," he told me. "You're going to need it. I'm nowhere near done with you tonight."


A/N: I hope you liked it! Let me know what you thought. I have yet to write the epilogue for this story not sure how I want it to end (Don't worry there is still a bit left of this story)... But I have my next Delena story almost finished, and I'm SO excited about it. There is currently a fanfiction going on right now that is similar so I hope people will still be interested. Mine is still different, but same concept which sucks because I started writing it like three months ago. Oh well, what can ya do?

Sorry for the rambling... See you next week :)