The following January: One of the Hawaiian Islands...

Elena awakens to the touch of Damon's fingers lightly tracing her lower belly. She shivers and slowly opens her eyes to drink in the sight of him. He's beautiful, as always, and she feels her heart clench. She reaches out and threads her fingers through his hair, reveling in being so close to him.

These last few months with him have been some of the best of her life. While their locations pose a challenge, they're determined to make it work. After having a long chat with his boss, Damon will be relocating to Montana in the spring. Since he's a valued employee, Mr. Mikaelson was more than will to okay the move although he'll still be doing a lot of traveling.

Damon raises his head after a moment, his eyes clear and bright. "Hi," he says, shifting onto his side. The dulcet tones of his voice do wickedly wonderful things to her.

She blushes, resisting the urge to burrow in against him and never let go. "Good morning." The corners of her mouth tick up in a radiant smile.

Damon leans forward, resting his weight on his hands on either side of her, and kisses her soundly. After only a moment of kissing, one that makes her head swim, he lifts himself off of her.

Elena finds herself reaching for him almost unconsciously, preoccupied by the dull ache between her legs. He smirks at her, obviously smug at the sight of her hooded eyes and her audibly racing pulse. She opens her mouth to protest, only then noticing that he's dressed.

Slowly, Elena sits up and pulls herself to the edge of the bed. "Why are you wearing clothes?"

He grins, stroking her bare shoulders. "We're going to a luau. That's the first thing you told me you wanted to do when I mentioned this trip."

She cocks her head, confused, both by the notion of luaus and the fact that he's dressed. "But it's morning...isn't it?"

Damon chuckles and shakes his head.

Elena bounds off the bed to open the curtains - revealing a breathtaking sunset when she pulls one back. "Why did you let me sleep all day?"

"You were pretty tired after last night." Damon winks at her.

"It's our second-to-last day here, you should've gotten me up," Elena says, sticking out her lower lip.

Looking far too delectable in his board shorts, flowery Hawaiian shirt, and Birkenstocks, Damon shrugs. "I did try to wake you to get some lunch, but you buried your head under the pillow so…" He trails off, wagging his eyebrows suggestively as he walks towards her. "Besides, with all our extracurricular activities, I thought you could use some rest."

Elena's breathless again. She's continually amazed at how the smallest gesture from Damon – a side-smile here, a raised eyebrow there – leaves her weak in the knees; sometimes she feels like there's a fire raging in her chest, igniting her to the very core. The evidence of her body's involuntary reaction leaves her in no doubt she's in love with this man.

"You said we were going to a luau?" she asks, trying to regain control.

Damon winds his arms around her and kisses the top of her head; she bites back a contented sigh. "Yeah, it is a Hawaiian tradition after all. And we have to be there at seven, so you better get ready." He releases her then. "I'm going to go to the soda machine. Do you want anything?"

"A Pepsi Zero, cherry if they have it."

"Be right back," he calls from over his shoulder on his way out of their room.

Elena trembles and watches him go. She's so affected, it takes her ten extra minutes to get ready.

When they arrive at the luau, they're directed to a table. The man explains Tahitian and hula dancers will merge authentic Hawaiian dancing with thrilling fire routines.

"That sounds great," Elena gushes as the man puts a lei around each of their necks.

"Enjoy." He smiles before heading off to seat another group of guests.

Soon, the show starts; she's enthralled, but not by the show. Elena's a little distracted as Damon's fingers making slow circles on her knee, or his eyes heavy on her. She doesn't know if it's this or the heat of the nearby fire that's currrently snaking beneath her skin.

Dancers are performing incredible acrobatic stunts, twirling, tossing, and catching the knives.

Elena does her best to focus on the dancing, their swirling flames and drums pounding. She almost feels like Fay Wray in King Kong. The sounds are the same as when Kong appeared and wrapped his hand around her. As incredible as this night is, she is still preoccupied by everything Damon. She feels at once hot and cold, even her vision seems hazy, clouded by a burning need racing through her like wildfire.

So, she covers his hand and feels the warmth of his skin beneath hers. She smiles at him when he stuffs a chunk of fresh pineapple in her mouth. Elena licks the juice with a slow swipe of her tongue. Shivering under his heated gaze, she's tempted to yank him from the table, find a secluded spot among the beautiful foliage where they can be alone, and enjoy their own private luau. For now, though, she'll watch the entertainment, partake in the delicious feast, and try to ignore the fact that her insides are clenching with desire.

By the time Damon and Elena arrive back at the hotel, they're nearly combusting with desire. Elena couldn't tell you about anything that happened from entering the cab at the luau to reaching their room. It's all a blur, and if Damon doesn't get their room door open soon, she won't be held responsible for her actions.

"All evening, I imagined kissing you the moment we walked through the door," he whispers, coming to stand beside her, his thick length brushing her behind. He bows his head and kisses her neck; she hisses, fisting the fabric of her dress so hard that her knuckles whiten.

"I thought about how good it feels to be with you," he murmurs, his hands floating up and down her waist, so sensually that her eyes roll. His tongue darts out to touch the pulse at the base of her throat, and she moans.

"What about you?" His lips brush her ear shell while his hands palm her breasts so firmly that she begins to quiver.

"Damon-" her breath trembles out in a dizzying rush.

He spins her around, pulling her flush against his body. They stare at each other for a long, hard moment. With heat spreading through her body like wildfire, she gasps when Damon presses his mouth to the side of her throat, and she can feel the hard snap of his teeth, worrying the skin there.

Then he's walking them towards the bed, and she's falling with him nestling on top of her, and his lips are moving against hers. Then his hands are tugging at the straps of the dress, and her hands are tracing the divots in his spine as he kisses her belly.

The more she's with Damon, the more she wants him.

The more she needs him.

She kisses him languidly. After a long moment, Elena breaks away for air and pulls his shirt over his head, smiling uncontrollably when he takes the opportunity to reach between them and touch her through her panties. She arches up to meet him, barely able to contain the current of pleasure that courses through her; it's more powerful than anything she's ever known. He's always been able weaken her knees with just one flick of his tongue.

Her hands skim the smooth expanse of his back; she gasps as he slides her dress down her body, exposing her skin to the fevered air. She isn't sure what's more heated, the stifling Hawaiian climate or the ever-growing fireball burning out of control between them.

And then she's beneath again him wearing only her lingerie. Her breasts are straining against her bra, her nipples pebbling at the mere whisper of his hands across her chest. His eyes are full of wonder as his fingers reach around to unclasp it.

Elena's heart pounds against her chest as she locks her ankles around his waist. He thrusts his clothed hips, and she squeezes her eyes shut and cries out. Wanting him more than her next breath, she shoves his trousers down with her heels, groaning as his mouth finds hers again. And then, her bare chest is pressed tightly against his, his arms snaking around her waist to pull her closer. Their legs are intertwined, clinging together in fierce mutual desire.

"You know," she breathes, burying her face in his bare chest, "I didn't really picture this being my life when I met you in Montana."

He pauses his intoxicating ministrations, sweeping her hair off her sweaty forehead. "No?" he smirks devilishly.

She shakes her head firmly, tears inexplicably springing to her eyes. "No-" she cups his cheek softly, "but I'm glad it turned out this way."

He smiles genuinely. "Me too."

Their mouths meet once more, this time with a mounting lust that leaves Elena reeling. Damon bows his head and takes her breast into his mouth; she feels the heat of his tongue swirling around her nipple, the pull of his teeth as he lightly nips at her flesh. The combination of his hands and his mouth is almost too much for her, and she lifts his head up.

Damon blinks. "What –"

But she's already kissing him again, a bruising one that makes her ache. "Need you," she pants, scrambling to pull his boxers off.

He groans, and hooks his fingers under the waistband of her panties to shove them down. Before she knows it, Damon is kneeling between her legs, quickly dragging them off. Normally he takes his time, teasing her with his tongue, whispering things to make her blush. But tonight, she notices that he doesn't want to wait.

It feels like her heart is going to burst out of her chest.

When she's entirely bare, he settles himself between her legs, the hot press of his thighs so sinfully good that she moans in need.

"I can get used to this," she sighs, resting her hands on his shoulders.

Damon's eyes fill with love; deep, pure, and seemingly endless. "Me too-" he leans in and brushes his mouth against hers. "I'll be here as long as you'll have me."

Her breath hitches in her throat, and she smiles. "That's going to be a very long time."

He grins, and then he's inside her, filling her, and she knows with absolute certainty that this is how she wants to spend the rest of her days: with him.

Damon moves with her, and she loves him so much that it seems inconceivable that this almost didn't happen, save for him finding the needle in the haystack back home in Montana.

He brings her closer and closer to the brink, holding her gaze. His eyes are watering, and she doesn't have to ask to know he senses it too.

Just as she edges closer to the spiraling abyss of unbridled pleasure, Damon stops his motions completely.

"Damon!" Elena raises an eyebrow.

But he shakes his head, pressing a gentle finger to her lips.

She swallows hard and reaches up to cup his cheek, silently urging him to continue.

"I'm in love with you. I love you, Elena. I love y–"

The room falls still.

She looks deep into the eyes of the man who's somehow given her everything. She's so happy, and she doesn't want to waste another minute with Damon not knowing that she feels the same.

"I love you, too."

Chapter title: 'Can't Help Falling in Love' by Elvis Presley.

The movie is 'Christmas at Holly Lodge'. I really tried to do what I did with 'Home' - write a new story while keeping the same plot. If you watch the movie, you will notice a few chapter 3 similarities, however most of the story is original.

Again, huge, huge thanks to jmfangs for helping me make this special for Eva. Please check out her stories and Eva's too- siberia21.

Massive thanks to all of you and have a wonderful day.