"Where are we going, Damon?" Elena laughed as her fiancé led her blindly towards their destination. Literally—she was blindfolded, holding her arms out in front of her so she didn't run into anything, while Damon pushed her forward by the shoulders.
"I told you, it's a secret. I wanted to surprise you tonight, and if you can see, then you're going to ruin the surprise." He explained, then quickly added, "There's a step in front of you, just one."
As she climbed the step, Damon pulled open the door to the Grill and nudged a pouting Elena inside. She really did hate it when she had to wait for things; he of all people would know considering he's the only one that's ever enjoyed pushing her buttons.
"Okay, just one more second." He said, looking around the restaurant at all of the familiar faces lined up. Caroline was decked out in a neon glow-in-the-dark party hat with a noise maker poised at her mouth, ready to be blown. Bonnie and Jeremy were wearing matching grins as they glued their eyes to Elena, about to burst at the seams with the words they were about to scream. Stefan decided against the party hat in favor of some glow stick necklaces hanging around his neck—the theme for the party was 'Lighting Up the Night,' whatever the hell that meant. Damon left all of the planning to Caroline, as if she'd have it any other way. Despite being in the process of planning his own wedding, she was all too eager to take on the extra task of a surprise party for Elena's twentieth birthday.
He recognized countless other faces strewn throughout the crowd. Matt, Liz, Bonnie's parents, Megan, Liam, and a ton of Elena's friends from high school and college that he didn't bother to put a name to the face. They didn't really matter to him, and frankly, they wouldn't matter to Elena either in a few years.
After making sure everyone was ready, Damon said, "Okay, we're here."
He untied her blindfold, and as soon as he dropped it everyone screamed, "SURPRISE!"
Elena just about jumped out of her skin, despite being a vampire that by all means should have been able to tell that she was in a room full of people. Once she realized what was going on, she laughed loudly at her own reaction while everybody at once began wishing her happy birthday.
She looked to Damon with a knowing smile, and all he could do in response was send her a wink before she was whisked away into the crowd to begin celebrating properly—with shots.
Megan, Bonnie, Caroline, and a few other girls from college lead her to the bar where the bartender was already compelled and serving alcohol by the gallons. He had several shot glasses already lined up, and judging by the salt shakers and limes they were filled with tequila.
Elena threw back her shot, and as soon as she set the glass down glowing bracelets and necklaces were being fastened around her. She laughed as Bonnie cursed the plastic connector for taking forever to latch, then asked, "You all seriously planned an entire surprise party for my birthday?"
Caroline looked at her like she had gone insane, "Of course we did! Granted, it's not quite your twenty first, but we figured what the hell, right? I mean, you only turn twenty once!"
"Did Damon have anything to do with this?" She asked curiously.
Bonnie snorted a laugh and Caroline replied, "Not as much as you might think. All he did was suggest we throw you a surprise party, and from there everything kind of spiraled into this."
Megan added, "Besides, everyone likes a good surprise birthday party, especially when there's an open bar, good music, and a dance floor we can use to occupy ourselves all night!"
Elena looked down at the sparkly purple dress she was wearing and mused, "At least the whole slutty dress thing makes more sense now. When Damon gave it to me to wear, I was worried for a second that he was taking me to some kind of whore house."
Caroline smirked, "Nope. Just your slutty birthday party! Now come on and do some shots with me so we can get our inner hoe on over on the dance floor!"
Rolling her eyes, Elena obliged and down several more shots with the girls—she wasn't keeping count. The Grill had really been transformed into an entirely different space tonight. All of the lights in the back on the dance floor had been switched out to black lights, making everything glow brightly in the darkness. Towards the bar and some of the sitting areas, the lighting was normal, but dimmed down. On each table sat a sparkly centerpiece with glow sticks and neon colors, and a banner hung across the ceiling that read 'Happy 20th Elena!" in bright glowing pink letters.
It was everything a college student's birthday party should be, and Elena wouldn't have it any other way.
The human girls quickly began getting tipsy, inspiring them to demand some dancing. Caroline and Elena each snagged a bottle of their own to take to the dance floor with them, and soon they were swaying their bodies to the beat while drinking and laughing at each other.
Damon watched her from across the room, idly wondering when he should cut in for some dirty dancing with the birthday girl. She looked like sin in that dress, every inch of fabric hugging her curves perfectly while showing off just the right amount of skin for the club scene. And don't even get him starting on her heels…he had a particularly kinky fantasy regarding the thigh high lace up boots wrapped around his waist.
Stefan suddenly appeared at his side, saying, "It's official. Caroline is drunk off her ass, so I'd be willing to bet Elena's right behind her."
Damon chuckled, watching as his girl drunkenly puckered her lips at one of her friends while they snapped photos with a polaroid camera. "Oh yeah, Elena won't be sober until morning. She has stages of being drunk, and right now, she's in the fifth. Pretending she knows what's going on when in reality she's got no fucking clue."
The two brothers looked back towards Elena just in time to watch her grab Caroline's wrist in attempt to drag her somewhere, but she just kept spinning in circles trying to make sense of the room.
Laughing, Stefan shook his head, "At least she won't have a hangover." Damon flicked his brows upwards in agreement, then Stefan asked, "Did you have enough time today for Elena's present?"
Damon snorted, "The guy charged me way too much, but yeah, I got it."
"You are so whipped." His brother teased.
Rolling his eyes, he said, "Like you aren't wrapped around a certain blonde bombshell's finger. Did you sleep with her yet?"
"Are you ever going to give that up?" Stefan asked incredulously. "I told you, right now, we're just friends."
"You've been 'just friends' for over six months, Stef." Damon commented pointedly. He hadn't forgotten about his brother's drunken confession about how he might want more with Caroline, but something was holding her back. If he had to guess, he'd say it was wolf boy. "I know I give Caroline a lot of shit, but if you like her, brother, then by all means, don't hold back."
Stefan sighed, "I don't just like her, Damon. I love her."
Well, he certainly hadn't been expecting that.
Some more excuses about why they don't work? Sure. Another pathetic attempt at making him believe Stefan doesn't like her? Of course.
But that?
It was about damn time Stefan realized how he felt about her.
Seeing the dumbfounded look on Damon's face, he elaborated, "Caroline and I…we've been friends ever since she turned. I helped her through the transition, I talked her through everything, and that's really where our friendship started. I never saw her that way because I had been with Elena, but after I came back last year…I don't know, something changed. We got drunk, talked about our exes, bonded some more…it wasn't hard to fall in love with her once I moved on from Elena."
"I'm glad, Stefan." Damon said sincerely. "Caroline's not exactly my cup of tea, but to each their own."
Rolling his eyes a little, Stefan accepted that that was as good as it was going to get when it came to Damon. He wasn't exactly the type to share his feelings.
Damon caught one of Elena's friends yelling that she was heading to the bathroom, leaving Elena alone on the dance floor. He took that as his opportunity and bid goodbye to his brother before weaving his way through the crowd until he was right behind Elena. She was dancing with her arms raised above her head, swiveling her hips around in circles to the beat. Oh yeah, she was drunk and going to be fun tonight.
Taking advantage of the situation, Damon grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed, snickering as she just about flew through the roof. She whipped around, ready to give whoever did it what they had coming, until she realized it was Damon. Then a tipsy smile spread across her face and she threw her arms around his neck, forcing his body to move to the beat with her hips. He reached his hands down to her ass and grabbed two handfuls this time, leering at her naughtily while she playfully shimmied her chest, making her breasts jiggle.
Their bodies rhythmically rocked together while they masterfully avoided letting it get too sexual. With chemistry like theirs, it was necessary to learn control or else they'd be jumping each other's bones every five seconds. So instead of rubbing up against the bulge in his jeans like she desperately wanted to, she teased him, "Someone's happy to see me!"
He smirked back, "No, he is just very excited to get fondled by your body, that's all."
She giggled, "Can I name your penis? Please?"
He laughed, "No, Elena!"
She stuck out her lower lip in a pout, "Pretty please with sprinkles on top? That way when one of us gets horny in public, we can use his code name! Like, you can say 'Richard just texted me, he needs to talk to you' and I'll know that's code for you're horny and want to have sex!"
"Richard?" Damon snorted.
She wrinkled up her nose, "What? It's short for Dick!"
"Not happening. Try again."
"George?"
"No."
"Moby Dick?"
"Absolutely not."
"Meat Popsicle?"
"Hell no!"
"Weapon of Ass Destruction?"
"Elena!" Damon laughed, taking her face in his hands. "Who the hell isn't going to know you're talking about my dick with names like Meat Popsicle and Weapon of Ass Destruction?"
She pouted up at him, "You said no to all of my normal ones!"
"That's because my penis is too good for any of those mediocre names!" He argued playfully, pulling her body lightly back to his so they could resume dancing.
She huffed, "What if we just called him 'the doctor'? You know, MD, massive dick? 'Cause he's got a doctorate in fucking me senseless?"
Damon shook his head, beyond amused as he said, "You are so wasted, baby."
She flared her eyes, "Maybe you should take me to the doctor, to make me all better?"
"Oh, that's coming later. Trust me." He winked at her, earning a laugh.
The song ended a few moments later, and Elena's friend returned so he headed towards the bar to grab a drink. After all, it was her birthday and he got her the other 364 days of the year. The least he could do was give her up to her friends every once in a while.
The party didn't last too much longer. As it neared one in the morning, the Grill's management began shutting things down so everything could get cleaned up for tomorrow's morning shift. There was a brief debate of going to a club open later to keep the party going, but all Elena really wanted to do was have some drunk sex with Damon then pass out until morning.
Damon carried the few presents she got to the car for her to open later while she said goodbye to all of her friends until she saw them again in late August when the semester began.
Unfortunately, Elena passed out in the car before they even got home, let alone to the drunken sex. Damon carefully carried her upstairs to their room, thinking that his present for her would have to wait until the morning. He laid her in bed and stripped her naked before tucking her beneath the covers, then stripping himself and climbing in with her.
She drowsily opened her eyes and mewled a little noise of exhaustion, and he smiled, brushing her hair away from her face, "Sleep, kitten." He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead and her eyes shut again as she fell asleep. He followed soon after, once she was wrapped up in his arms and his face was buried in her hair.
Late into the morning, Elena finally roused from sleep and blinked slowly at the bright light seeping through the windows that they forgot to close the curtains on last night. Thank god vampires didn't get hangovers. It looked like a beautiful day outside, probably pretty hot too, which instantly made Elena think of swimming. Maybe she could get Damon to come with her to the pool, or maybe even the Falls so they could skinny dip. Come to think of it, she wasn't sure Damon even owned a swim suit.
Speaking of Damon…
She flipped over onto her side to look at him, and she found him lying on his stomach with his face smashed into the pillows, facing her. The sheet was draped over his entire body, covering him to just beneath his shoulders. She scooted closer and reached for his hair, moving the long strands away from his eyes. He didn't stir like she had expected him to, so she decided to have a little fun with him.
Pushing herself up to a seated position, she moved the sheet off of him with the intention of straddling his bare ass, however, her plans were halted the second she spotted the bright red design on the back of his left shoulder. Her jaw practically hit the floor as she realized what it was, and she could only sit there dumbfounded trying to make sense of it.
There on his left shoulder blade was a heart shaped tattoo with her name in it, identical to her own tattoo on her right shoulder blade.
Slowly, she trailed her fingers over the ink to make sure that it was real. It moved right along with his skin, and didn't crinkle on the surface like temporary tattoos did.
When it finally registered what he did, she smiled so hard she was sure her face was going to break. Now, she wasn't the only one with a cheesy tattoo on her body with someone else's name in it, and a little piece of her took comfort in the fact that Damon felt confident enough in them to get the tattoo at all.
Of course, she knew he believed in them. He believed in them more than anyone, hell, he was marrying her in a few months! But now that a part of his body was permanently hers just like her shoulder was his, it made things all the more real.
And then it struck her just how completely ridiculous Damon looked with a heart tattoo on his unmarred back. Her big bad vampire had neutered himself in one little tattoo, and she burst out in laughter because of it.
The noise pulled Damon from sleep, and he stretched out his limbs while his face scrunched up in confusion.
"What's so funny?" He mumbled into the pillow, still not opening his eyes.
She smirked and gave his ass a slap, "Well aside from your bright white ass, just a little something else I noticed."
He pouted at her statement and grumbled, "Like it's my fault vampires don't tan…"
She rolled her eyes then threw her leg over his back to straddle him and sit down on his ass. "Maybe not, but there is something else that's your fault…"
"What's that?" He hummed distantly, practically on the verge of falling back asleep.
She slid her hands from his lower back up to his shoulders, lowering her body until her breasts were pressing against his back and her face was right next to his tattoo.
He commented absently, "Have I mentioned how much I love your nipple piercings yet?"
"Not as much as I love this little number that suddenly appeared on your body." She smirked, placing a kiss on the tattoo.
Realization dawned on him then, and he lifted his head to finally get his first look at her for the day.
She was beautiful, sitting on him in all of her naked glory. The sun bathed her olive skin in its golden light, highlighting every curve from her thighs to her breasts. His eyes caught on the shining silver on her nipples. She had in the piercings that circled around her nipple, making them look like the center of a flower. He had a lot of fun getting to go shopping for nipple jewelry with her. Those were one of his favorites, along with a pair that were mouths baring vampire fangs if only for the sheer irony that she has her own fangs too. She also had a pair with the Playboy bunny dangling from them and some that made her nipples look like dream catchers.
When he heard her clear her throat, he realized that he had probably been staring at her nipples for a good minute. It was only then that his gaze flickered up to her face, and an involuntary smile appeared at the sight of her grinning at him knowingly.
Remembering that she had found his tattoo, he said, "I figured it wasn't really fair if only you had my name on your body. It was only fitting that I get a matching one."
"I love it." She said softly, then gently tilted his chin up so she could kiss him. "It's perfect, Damon."
He rolled over beneath her, positioning her above his hardening length though she pretended not to notice. Instead she smiled sweetly down at him, taking in his beauty even if she had woken up like this every day for the better part of two years.
Damon stared up at the woman above him in absolute awe of her beauty both inside and out. Her hair was like a lion's mane of curls from the night before, tangled and wild and free, opposed to how she usually liked to wear it neat and tidy. She was positively glowing this morning, whether it was from the golden rays of the sun or her happiness, he wasn't sure. Hell, it was probably a little of both. He slid his hands up from her thighs to her hips, caressing her silken skin while her smile widened.
She asked, "What are you smiling at?"
"You." He answered simply. "Your beauty. Your smile. Your happiness. The fact that I get to call you mine."
It wasn't often that he got her to blush at this point in their relationship, but whenever he did, he made a mental note of what he said for future reference so he could say it again just so he could treasure that pink tint to her cheeks whenever he wanted.
Shaking off her slight embarrassment, Elena smiled to herself, "Nobody would ever believe me if I told them some of the things you say to me. You're too good at maintaining your badass image around them."
He smirked and grabbed her hands that had been on his chest, pulling her down so she was lying on top of him. "Do you really want everyone to know how sappy I can be when it comes to loving you?"
"Nope." She answered without missing a beat. "I like the way you don't let everybody see who you really are. It makes these moments just between us all the more special."
"Now who's the sappy one?" He admonished, making a feeble attempt at running his fingers through her knotted hair.
She winced a little as they got caught in a knot, and she chuckled, "Yeah, don't bother. The only thing that's going to fix this mess is a bottle of conditioner."
Images of her naked and dripping wet body pressed against the glass of his shower flitted through his mind, and he smirked, "Then what do you say we finish what we've almost started in bed, then take it into the shower?"
She pretended to contemplate it, "That depends…is the doctor in?"
Fighting a laugh, Damon thrust his hips up to prod her center with his erection, eliciting a gasp. "Does that answer your question?"
She giggled, "As long as he makes me feel good, I don't care what the answer is."
Smirking, he reached around her ass to rub between her folds, finding that she wasn't as wet as he wanted. He supposed the whole heart to heart wasn't exactly the biggest turn on, and he pouted, "Looks like I'm gonna have to do some extra work to get you all hot and bothered this morning."
Once again, her cheeks flamed, and he couldn't help but grin brightly at the reaction. He flipped them over so she was sprawled out on the bed beneath him, and he covered her mouth with his. Her lips parted, granting his tongue entrance to her sweet mouth and he twirled it around hers, devouring her taste. She gripped his back firmly, digging her nails into his shoulder blades just that much harder every time he did something she liked.
He trailed his lips down her chin, darting his tongue out to taste every inch of her skin until he reached her pulse point. His eyes tickled and he felt his fangs lengthen as her heartbeat spiked, making that spot thrum just that much harder.
Blood sharing had become a pretty regular event between them, and now was no different.
Damon gently sunk his teeth into her vein and began drawing deep pulls. She arched her back into his body as a breathless moan slipped between her lips. He reached between them and took his length in hand, lining himself up at her entrance. All it took to tell that she was dripping wet was rubbing his tip up and down her slit.
On the next pull of her blood, he thrust inside of her, making her cry out and pierce the skin of his back with her nails. He growled against her neck, his body involuntarily jerking forward in a hard thrust in response to the pain.
Releasing her neck, he licked up the minimal drops of blood smeared on the healing skin then moved to give her lips a quick kiss. Elena moved her hands from his blood smeared back to his bicep to give herself leverage so she could lift up to kiss his shoulder, inadvertently grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him back into her neck. Her lips trailed from his shoulder to his bicep while he licked and sucked the space just beneath her ear. She lifted her thigh to hook around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her with every thrust. His hips were rocking into hers, holding a steady rhythm that had no issues drawing out long moans and sharp cries.
Her inner muscles clenched around him, making him exhale a shaky breath while she groaned, "Oh, fuck, Damon…"
A low, deep growl sounded from his chest at her approval and he rolled them over so she was on top, "Come on, baby, ride me just how you like it."
She was so close to her release, the room felt as if it were a sauna. Sweat slid between their bodies as she raised herself up and slammed back down, his entire length fitting snugly inside of her slick heat. His fingers dug into her hips as he guided them up and down, lifting his hips ever so slightly just to make their pleasure that much more intense.
Elena ground her hips against his in circles until her clit pressed against his pubic bone. Her face contorted in pleasure and she began rubbing against him, seeking out her own release.
Knowing that if he wanted to get off at the same time as her he was going to need more, Damon stilled her hips and said, "Bounce up and down, baby, I got this."
He began rubbing her sensitive button while she rode him hard, and the sight of her breasts bouncing and his cock disappearing into her warmth had his balls tightening.
Elena threw her head back in ecstasy and screamed, "God, you fuck me so good baby!"
No words could have sounded better to him in that moment. Mated vampires were about as possessive as they came, and they had been mated since the first time they blood shared after Elena's humanity was turned back on.
And that was all Elena could think of. She reached for one of his hands and brought his wrist up to her lips, laving her tongue over the area while allowing her fangs to drop.
That one quick prick of her fangs was all it took for Damon to be finished. He hammered his hips up into hers while shooting his load inside of her tight heat, everything intensified thanks to the pulls of blood she was taking from his wrist.
She let go of his arm once her orgasm hit her and it hit her like a freight train. Her entire body clenched and shook and white hot electricity burned her veins. She collapsed onto Damon's chest and he stroked her naked back while the tremors died down, his fingers occasionally brushing over her tattoo.
Elena let out a breath, "It gets better and better every time, I swear."
He smirked, picking up her left hand from his chest, "Imagine how good it will be an eternity later." Bringing her fingers to his mouth, he pressed a kiss to her ring.
She smiled brightly at him then nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder, "I can't believe that I'm lucky enough to be able to spend an eternity with you rather than just a handful of years. I know I never used to want to be a vampire, but considering our relationship gets to last forever, I know without a doubt that I'd give up a human life in a heartbeat."
He smiled to himself at the thought then asked, "Kids?"
She shrugged, "If I had the choice, I'd want to be pregnant. But I wouldn't want anyone other than you to be the father, so unless we find a way for both of us to become fertile, we should stick to adoption."
"You want to adopt?"
"At some point, I think it would be nice. We've never really talked about it, but yeah, I'd like to have a child that calls me 'Mom' even if it isn't biologically ours." She explained, tracing patterns on his chest with her fingertips. She glanced up at his unreadable expression then asked, "What do you think?"
Damon smiled, "If kids will make you happy, then we'll adopt an entire orphanage for all I care."
She shrugged casually, secretly beaming inside, "That's a bit of an overkill, don't you think?"
"Our house could fit thirty kids, easy." He brushed her off, jokingly playing along with the idea. "I mean, they'd have to share rooms, but it's not like there isn't enough space."
"Thirty kids? It's a good thing we're vampires because we're gonna need the supernatural strength and senses to keep up with all of them."
Damon rolled his eyes a little, "We'll also have Barbie and Ken around to help us out." She raised a brow at him and he continued, "You don't seriously think that once a baby comes into the mix, Caroline won't be inserting herself into our personal space, do you? And we all know that these days when you get Caroline, you get Stefan too, which is about as pathetic as it gets since they aren't even sleeping together. Or dating, or even romantic."
"I think it's kind of sweet." Elena argued. "I mean, we were friends for a long time before we started dating."
"Yeah, because you were suffering from a serious lapse in judgment, otherwise we would have been together from the first second we met."
She blew out a laugh, "Lapse in judgment? Is it safe to assume that all of my exes are considered a lapse in judgment?"
"Well how else would I come out of this conversation with my ego intact?"
Giggling, she leaned up to kiss his cheek before rolling away to head into the bathroom. Her hair was starting to feel like a rat's nest and she desperately wanted to wash it. She walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for the day, along with a bra and panties. She raised a brow at Damon, who was still lounging in bed with his gaze glued to her naked form.
"Are you going to make me shower all by myself, or are you joining me?"
With a smug smirk in place, she glanced over her shoulder at him as she sashayed into the bathroom, swinging her hips and naked ass as she went.
Damon's answering growl was all it took to get her blood pumping all over again.