Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).

After careful consideration, I have decided this is probably the penultimate chapter of the story. I want to focus on Guardians of the Cure, Happy Eternally Ever After and one day get around to finishing Inactions and Consequences. I might have another story brewing too. But if I do feel inclined to do the other chapter I was considering, then you'll know as soon as it is released.

I hope everyone likes this one. Sorry for the delay.

Damonfangirl – Happy birthday for 10th November. Hope this goes some way to making it a good one.

Warning for explicit sexual content and bad language.

Dear Diary

Damon and I are finally a couple. In my last diary entry I wrote about Stefan and I breaking up.

Turns out Stefan has been going behind my back and recruiting Jeremy to forego his humanity and become a hunter for me to take the cure so I can be human again. Does he really think that is the way to win me back? If he does, he doesn't know me. It won't make any difference. It won't change how I feel about Damon. Especially not after last night.

You see, because Stefan made Jeremy kill more vampires, my brother now has a basic urge to kill me. Meaning I can't live with him. So I moved out and Matt moved in to keep an eye on him. I am now staying at the boarding house with Damon. Stefan chose to move out temporarily. That move was the final nail in the coffin.

When Damon and I sat down, my intention was to talk our situation over with him and see where we stood. When I told him earlier that he was the reason Stefan and I split up, he seemed surprised and happy. It turned out words were no longer of any importance. We'd talked enough ever since we met. We both had an idea how each other felt. There was nothing else we needed to say. I told him I wanted to dance with him at the pageant. Then he took me in his arms and we started to dance, although we didn't have music to dance to.

It felt like my life had been building up to this one special moment. As soon as he put his arms around me, I knew this was where I belonged. For the last eighteen months, ever since my parents died, I'd been alone and in the wilderness. Damon made me feel safe and loved so powerfully, that it's indescribable.

I've had so many sexual dreams about Damon and nothing even came close to the moment we began to dance. It wasn't about sex at first, it was the contact we needed. We were never really able to just touch each other without a feeling of guilt, but last night we could. As soon as I did, I never wanted to let go. I always felt in my dreams, being with Damon made me feel like I was coming home. It was, but more than that, it felt as though he was my family, my partner, my lover, my husband and my soulmate. I know that sounds crazy, we've been together for less than a day, but I knew he would be the last man I would ever know. And we may have all of eternity being together. I'm a lucky woman.

Being with Damon, it's like he's a part of me. An extra limb you could say. I know I'm in love with him. I have been for a long time. But last night confirmed it. Everything was perfect. My dreams had nothing on the real thing. The recent ones were based on my experience in Denver. But he was clearly holding back that night, because I didn't feel like I was kissing the same person.

On the downside, Caroline has been an absolute bitch about me and Damon. I get it, Damon was horrible to her, and she seems to think Stefan is some kind of saint. Yeah Caroline, you be in a relationship with Stefan, he's not as saintly as you think, especially with all of the lies he told me. But it really isn't any of her business. I only ever commented on her relationship with Tyler once, after that I decided it wasn't my place to interfere. But I have a feeling Caroline will do everything to split me and Damon up. But right now, I don't care. The most important thing is what happened last night after Stefan left.

Damon and I started to dance, then we kissed. It was so passionate and amazing, I lost myself in him. He consumed me in every way possible, and it was glorious. It was the best night of my life. And stamina? Damon has it in abundance. He is passionate, gentle, tender, forceful when I want him to be. He is sweet and romantic... I could go on forever. He is the epitome of what the perfect lover should be. And hopefully he will be my perfect lover for the rest of my life, whether it be human or vampire.

Yes I still want the cure, I think, but I'm sure I can survive as a vampire without it. Having Damon by my side makes being a vampire seem a lot less awful. With him, I think I might be able to endure eternity.

So this diary entry is a little different. I suspect it might be my last as I'll never have any reason to fantasize over Damon again. Especially not when I can have the real thing, and even more to the point that the dreams are a cheap comparison. I guess they might happen if we're apart and I'm missing him. But other than that I can't think of any reason why I'd dream about him.

The sex was incredible. He blew my mind and body away.

I wonder, if the cure is real and we do find it, whether Damon would ever consider taking it. He loves being a vampire. Does he love me enough yet to give it all up for a shot of a normal human life with family and children? I suspect right now the answer would be no. He's not ready to give it all up. Although, something makes me think one day he will.

E

….The previous night

Elena knocked on the front door of the boarding house, her arms filled with luggage. Although she usually walked straight in, Elena felt it would be more polite to be invited in, even if only for Stefan's benefit. Damon knew she was going to be staying a few nights until they'd worked out how to stop Jeremy from trying to kill her, but she wasn't sure whether Stefan was going to be as agreeable to the new living arrangements. There was also the added issue of Elena's relationship with Damon. They hadn't discussed how they were going to progress, but it was clear their platonic friendship would soon develop into something more. However, when that would happen was questionable. If Elena was to be living under the same roof as Stefan, there was no way she and Damon could engage in any form of relationship so soon. At least not while Stefan was living there. The only other option would be to sneak around for a while. The situation wasn't ideal, but Elena and Damon had waited long enough, and she wasn't sure she could manage another few days without following her heart.

Damon opened the front door and Elena walk inside as Stefan emerged from the parlor, watching her.

"I can't stay at home anymore." Elena explained for Stefan's benefit.

Stefan nodded in understanding of the situation, which if truth be told, he'd been primarily responsible for. "Pick a room." he swallowed uncomfortably. "I'll crash somewhere else." he added, his voice gravelly as he walked out of the house.

Surprised by his reaction, Elena and Damon watch him leave. Admittedly Elena was glad he wasn't going to be there. She and Damon needed to talk about where they stood now Stefan was out of the picture. Although her entering a relationship with him, now seemed like a forgone conclusion. Especially from the way Damon had reacted to the news as to why she and Stefan had split up earlier at the pageant. Although Elena was confident she and Damon had some kind of future together, up until Stefan leaving, the when part had been a little murkier.

Once Stefan had gone, Damon closed the door as Elena left her luggage in the hallway to collect later. She followed Damon into the parlor and sat down on one of the couches near the fireplace, while Damon headed over to the wet bar to pour them both a glass of whiskey. When he'd finished, he walked over to her and handed her one of the glasses and sat down next to her.

Elena smiled shyly. "Thanks." she said taking a sip from the glass.

Damon narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "I was being polite." he joked, sitting down next to her. "I thought you hated whiskey."

"My brother wants to kill me!" Elena reminded him.

"Welcome to the club." Damon smiled, holding his glass in the air, which she clinked with hers, in a mock toast of mutual understanding of murderous brothers before they both took a sip of whiskey.

Elena sighed. "Jeremy can't live with me, Stefan wants to fix me, and Caroline flat-out admitted that she doesn't like me this way." she said sadly, and looked down into her glass. "I think it's safe to say that I'm not so great at this vampire thing."

"You want to know what I think." Damon asked softly. Elena looked at him nervously, and nodded her head. Out of all of her friends, it was Damon's approval she wanted the most. "I don't think I've ever seen you more alive." he said offering her a genuine smile, which caused Elena's heart to beat a little faster.

This was the first positive comment she had about herself since turning. Elena felt as though someone had really been bothered to see her for herself and not just to criticize her. Her friends had been busy looking at all of the negatives of her turning, never promoting the positive aspects of her newfound vampire status. They seemed to judge her, not allow mistakes, set stupid expectations. Elena wasn't human she was a vampire and trying to act like she was still the old Elena was making her miserable. Damon understood, which was why he'd been encouraging her to find what she wanted as a vampire. And because of that, Damon had become the most important person to Elena after Jeremy. When he was by her side, she felt confident enough to be able to take on the world.

They stared at each other for a moment. Elena not initially knowing what to say. She wasn't sure how to approach discussing their future together as a couple. Even referring to her and Damon as a 'couple' seemed like a foreign concept. Damon may have had an extremely long string of lovers over the years, however he wasn't an expert in being in a loving relationship, the closest he'd gotten was being used by Katherine, a hundred and forty seven years earlier. And Elena only had Matt and Stefan as a reference for relationships. In other words they were both amateurs in knowing what they truly wanted and needed from a relationship, which meant Elena knew it was going to be a rocky ride. But as with everything related to Damon, rocky rides were the norm.

Elena figured flirting would be a good start. She'd made it obvious to him she wanted to be with him, meaning she needed to make the first move. Elena suspected Damon was probably waiting for her considering how many times she'd rejected him before. Therefore Elena wracked her brains to a good ice-breaker. The best she could come up with was to reminisce about the first time Elena had begun to notice Damon was more than Stefan's evil older brother and had started to find him attractive, although she wasn't ready to admit that part just yet. She wanted to know if he'd felt something akin to what she'd felt that day. And considering it had been the Miss Mystic Falls pageant, it was a good enough excuse.

"That dance that they did today kind of reminded me of when..." Elena began.

"When we danced together." Damon finished her sentence and smiled.

Elena nodded and swallowed nervously, it had been easier than she thought. Now was time to make the killer move. "I wanted to dance with you today." Elena said lowering her eyes shyly, hoping she'd gotten the message across she wanted to convey.

All of the previous times Damon and Elena had danced together, she should have been dancing with Stefan and had, for one reason of another, ended up in Damon's arms. Even at the frat party, she shouldn't have been dancing with Damon, Stefan should have been helping her. But things were different now, this time she was trying to tell Damon he was the only one she wanted to dance with, nobody else. Fortunately for Elena, Damon had always been intuitive when it came to understanding what she really meant.

Damon put his glass down on the coffee table, and took Elena's from out of her hand and placed it next to his. He got up and held out his hand to her. His own way of trying to give her what she wanted, or at least part of it. Yet behind the gesture to dance, there was a hidden question. Was her wanting to dance with Damon merely nostalgia, or was it Damon himself who made her feel that way. For Elena it was all about Damon, she would dance with him anywhere. She'd shout it from the tallest building in Mystic Falls if he wanted her to, but for now just accepting his invitation would be enough, although Elena suspected this might not end with just dancing. The intention was to recapture the moment where they'd danced for the first time and see where it led them, which Elena suspected might and if she were to be honest with herself, she hoped it would end up in Damon's bedroom. But she didn't care. She'd been fantasizing about him for so long. She had a journal full of dreams about him, reality was possibly about to make itself known.

Elena smiled nervously before she took his hand and stood up. Damon led her over to the the fireplace. He curled his fingers around her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, as Elena placed her hand on his shoulder. Elena looked up into Damon icy blue eyes, meeting his gaze. He looked back at her with warmth, yet it was mixed with a little hesitation, as if asking for her permission to continue. She smiled at him as they slowly started to dance in silence.

The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire, creating a romantic ambiance as they continued to gaze into each other's eyes while slowly moving together in a circle. Elena was beginning to believe she could lose herself in his pale blue orbs which seemed to be able to both convey and hide his every emotion. Tonight he was letting her in, letting her see how he felt, how much he wanted and desired her. Elena just hoped her own eyes could wordlessly tell him just how much she wanted him in that moment, because her lips had lost the ability to convey speech.

They relaxed into each other's arms, and rested their heads together. Elena closed her eyes and inhaled his scent which immediately gave her a sense of contentment, of being home. This feeling was followed by a heat, a twinge of sexual desire which was pooling in the pit of her stomach. Elena found herself never wanting this moment to end. Yet she yearned for more. Being in his arms was making her crave being with him in every way possible. She was becoming increasingly turned on and she knew Damon would know this because his vampire senses would be able to pick up on her arousal.

To prove a point, Damon pulled Elena's tighter into him, his hips pressing against hers. His erection being a not so subtle way of letting her know he felt the same, however if they were to continue and take their dance any further, she would have to be the one to lead the way. There was no question as to what Elena wanted, it was whether or not she should do this so soon after her split with Stefan. Although, in all fairness, she and Stefan hadn't slept together since April, and the most intimate moments she'd shared with a man of late, had indeed been with Damon.

Elena didn't have to consider her predicament long because Damon forced her into making the decision sooner rather than later as he twirled her around. Elena knew, when he pulled her back to him, she had two choices, to kiss him, or to continue dancing with him. Damon had made his position clear, if they were to do more than dance, they would, in all likelihood, end up in his bed. If she chose to dance, she wasn't rejecting him, she was just not ready to take that next step and she knew Damon would understand. Unfortunately, Elena's body had already made the decision for her. When he pulled her back in, Elena prepared herself knowing that he wanted to kiss her just as much as she wanted to kiss him and if she initiated it, he was likely to respond. Elena was right, as soon as their bodies came into contact, their lips found one another and they began to kiss with a sense of urgency neither knew they previously possessed.

The kiss was soft, just like she remembered from their kiss in Denver. However that night had merely been a taster. He'd been desperate to try to make her realize how much she wanted him, but truth be told, she'd already been aware of that for a long time. Their physical desire for one another was old news. Their previous kiss had been more gentle because she was human. The sexual passion had been there, but at the time, both were completely aware it would never be more than a kiss. It had held promise mixed with a finality.

This kiss was different. Damon was like a cat marking his territory, and she was his. Her response was in the same vein. If Elena could have her way, no woman would ever get to kiss his lips again. He was hers and nobody was going to take him away from her. Elena felt like her heart was going to explode with the sense of love coming from her. The moment their lips touched, gone was any reservation of how she wanted this evening to progress. Her love and desire for Damon was all encompassing, consuming her very being. It was that moment, she knew he wasn't just destined to be her boyfriend, or her lover. Deep down, something inside told her he was her soulmate. And for that reason, all traces of guilt for what she hoped this kiss would lead to were gone.

Elena opened her lips, inviting Damon's tongue to explore. Unlike in Denver, there was nothing tentative about the kiss and the moment his tongue met hers, it felt like two lost souls had finally found solace. It was beautiful. However Elena wanted to taste Damon, in every way possible, and first stop was his mouth. She tugged at his lips with her teeth and pressed her tongue inside his mouth, meeting no resistance. He tasted sweet and of bourbon, just like she remembered, except now she found it a whole lot better. Elena was convinced she could get drunk and high by simply kissing him, it was that good. Despite having already kissed Damon, and her experiences had been reflected in her dreams about him, nothing could be remotely close to this experience. And she knew no other man would ever be capable of making her feel this way by a mere kiss.

Feeling a need to bring his body closer to hers and let her touch him, Elena placed one hand on Damon's face and wrapped the other around his neck. She pushed her hips against his rubbing up against his ever hardening shaft, making herself abundantly clear what she wanted. The thought alone made her nipples pebble with desire. Elena grabbed hold of Damon's shoulders and pulled his chest in closer to hers. However, that simply fueled her desire even further although there was a slight problem. There were too many layers of clothing between them, thus Elena intended to do something about that.

Using her vampire strength and speed, Elena pushed Damon into the wall, knocking over a lamp in the process. Under normal circumstances, Damon would be busy clearing up the mess and sorting out the lamp, instead he gave it the merest glance and turned his attention back to Elena. Knowing Damon's obsession with tidiness, Elena realized how much he must want her for him to barely register the damage to the house she was inflicting under the guise of desire.

Damon lifted his hands in mock surrender. An unspoken message telling her she was in charge, for now and he was at her mercy, granting her permission to do whatever she wanted. Immediately her lips found his once more and he wrapped his arms around her, however Elena had decided Damon was completely overdressed. This time she could look, touch, kiss, lick, do whatever she wanted without fear of judgment or hurting anyone else. Elena had decided she wanted to explore every part of Damon's body which she'd only been able to briefly glimpse in stolen moments when she thought nobody would notice, and she had more than liked what she saw. This time she wanted an unguarded front row seat, where viewing was the purpose, and for that she just hoped Damon wasn't too attached to what he was wearing.

Elena grabbed the collar of Damon's shirt and ripped it open, sending most of the buttons all over the floor and revealing his naked torso. She wrapped one arm around his neck and ran her other hand down his chest. As she did so she looked into Damon's eyes and saw a look she'd never seen on his face, one full of sexual promise and outright lust. That look sent heat straight to her core, causing it to ache as she felt her panties beginning to dampen with desire. Damon must have been able to smell her arousal just as much as she could feel his, because as soon as their lips met once more, that was that moment he took control.

Using his vamp-speed, Damon pushed Elena up against the fireplace and began to kiss her once more. His hand made it's way to the back of her knee and he pulled it up around his hips, her dress riding up so high he was able to press his now solid erection directly against Elena's core. Bolts of electricity flew throughout her body at the merest of contact from their hips. They hadn't even gotten to foreplay and he already had her dripping wet and ready for him to take her right there.

When Damon wrapped his arm around Elena's waist, he pulled her hips ever closer to his, the friction of his erection rubbing against her core sealed the destination for their first time together. There was no way Elena was going to be able to get upstairs in her current state. All of her pent up desire for him over the past ten months were all concentrated into this one moment, and no matter how long they'd waited before, time had run out for Elena. She couldn't wait another moment to feel him inside her.

Elena knew it wasn't the most romantic of ways to start out their love life, but she had a feeling that being with Damon, variety would be something they'd both enjoy together. This moment, their first time didn't need to be about making love. It would be symbolic of their desperate need for each other. Elena ran her fingers through Damon's hair, taking in the silky soft texture. That was the thing about being a vampire, just being able to touch something was heightened, and when it was beautiful, like anything physically linked to Damon, she would relish her new found freedom to explore him.

She ran her fingers down Damon's body until she found his pants. Elena pulled down the zipper and undid the button, before sliding one hand into Damon's boxer briefs and wrapping her fingers around his shaft.

"Impatient." Damon murmured into their kiss.

"Very." Elena mumbled breaking away from their kiss. "I want you took fuck me here, right now, up against this fireplace. I'm sick of waiting." she added as she swiped her thumb over the tip of his member, feeling the wetness of his pre-cum, which only fueled her desire for him. Damon hissed with pleasure at the sensation. "We have all of eternity for romance." she whispered.

"Is that what you want?" Damon asked. "Eternity?"

"That's if you'll have me." Elena replied, suddenly nervous as to Damon's response. What if he didn't want them to spend the rest of their lives together.

"Thought you'd never ask." Damon said softly. No trace of sarcasm or a smirk. Elena could tell he was deadly serious, but so was she.

Elena pushed Damon's pants and boxer briefs away from his hips, letting them fall to the floor while she moved her hand up and down the silky soft skin of his shaft, which was by now hard as steel. Damon stepped out of his clothes and removed his shoes, kicking them out of the way while he gently lowered Elena's leg and his fingers removed the belt of her dress, which he threw to one side, where it joined his clothes. He ran his fingers up the side of Elena's dress and pulled it up and over her head, until she was stood in front of him wearing her just her black lacy underwear set and thigh high's. Which admittedly, she'd purposely chosen just in case this opportunity would have arisen.

Damon stepped closer to Elena, his hand reached down to her panties and moved the crotch to one side before his fingers tentatively explored her folds.

"Oh god." Elena whimpered as her eyes rolled back into her head at the intense sensation of heat pooling inside the pit of her stomach, provided by Damon from the merest of his touch.

"Fuck, you're wet." Damon whispered into Elena's ear, his voice deep, dark and seductive.

"That's the effect you have on me." Elena cupped Damon's cheek with her free hand. "It's been like that for a while." she admitted. "Although not quite to this extent." she smirked.

"How have we managed to hold out for so long?" Damon asked incredulously.

"With a lot of self restraint." Elena whimpered as Damon inserted two fingers inside her.

Instantly Elena thought she was going to come apart, but as soon as his fingers entered her, he withdrew them, causing Elena to moan at feeling shortchanged. However, Elena noticed a glint in Damon's eyes, suggesting he was up to something, which was confirmed as he sucked her juices from one finger. Once he'd finished he placed the other in her mouth. Damon's eyes, dark with lust, lit up by her actions. She felt him harden even more under her hand. Regardless of the taste, the fact it was turning him on, was affecting Elena too.

Damon withdrew his finger which was instantaneously replaced by his lips. He kissed with such force and passion, it took her breath away, however their lips weren't together for long. Damon's mouth made it's way down to her neck and chest. His hands roamed her body as he got to his knees and kissed his way along her stomach and hips, just above her panties. He hooked his thumbs through the waistband of her panties and looked up at her while he removed them but this time he kept the piece of underwear next to him.

Elena's heart began to beat faster as she realized what he was going to do. In almost every fantasy she'd ever had about him, he'd done what neither Matt nor Stefan had done, partly because of her own self-consciousness. But the look in Damon's eyes were that of a man begging. His expression told her he wanted to taste her, explore her body, and make her come so powerfully she'd never even consider looking at another man. Not like she would anyway, because to Elena, Damon was the sexiest man on the planet. So she decided if she was going to discover this side of sex for the first time, she needed it to be with the man she was prepared to spend the rest of eternity with. Only that man would ever be allowed access to explore her most intimate places. Which was why she had no reservations in allowing Damon to use his mouth on her. Therefore she simply nodded, giving him her consent.

"Just relax Elena." Damon told her. "You won't enjoy it if you don't. And the more you enjoy it, the more I enjoy it." he assured her as he kissed her stomach while gently widening her legs to allow him access. "Oh, and if your legs buckle, I'll catch you." he smirked.

"Uh huh." Elena nodded, knowing, from her experience there was no orgasm powerful enough for her to lose the ability to stand up.

Elena lost her confidence in her abilities to stay standing the moment Damon's lips met her inner thigh. He was teasing her with his kisses as she suddenly realized she desperately wanted the heat from his mouth to find it's target. Gone was all sense of reservation, now only a desperation for him to keep to his word, and for him to catch her if she fell.

The moment Damon's hot wet tongue met Elena's core, her legs nearly buckled. Even in her wildest fantasies, she'd never been able to conjure up experiencing such heat inside her. Her core was throbbing, ready to explode any minute as Damon inserted two fingers inside her, thrusting, while his mouth paid attention to licking and sucking on her folds and nub. As he pumped his fingers harder, Elena was starting to find it harder to breathe. All of her blood seemed to be concentrating in that one area of her body, drawn to Damon's mouth. Elena grabbed hold of a nook in the fireplace with one hand and grabbed hold of Damon's hair with the other, hoping to steady herself, but as the moment of her climax drew closer, Elena knew it was in vain. At least Damon had assured her he would catch her if she fell.

Suddenly her body could no longer cope with the heightened pleasure, she was already feeling lightheaded, but the moment her body gave in to Damon's masterful work, she could have sworn saw stars. Her core began to spasm as the heat inside her exploded, wreaking havoc throughout her body.

"Oh my god...Damon..." she cried before screaming with pleasure as her already sensitive body became hyper aware of every electrical pulse flowing, seemingly contracting in union with her core. She arched her back and shook while her limbs began to turn to jello. And just as Damon predicted, she collapsed into his arms, giggling breathlessly into the crook of Damon's neck while coming down from the high of her climax.

"Was that good?" Damon whispered as Elena lifted her head and nodded, finally taking stock of the position she was in.

Damon was resting back on his haunches while Elena was straddled around his waist, his huge erection pressing against her stomach. Without a moments hesitation, she lifted herself up and placed his swollen shaft at her entrance. Damon's eyes became huge and dark with lust as he nodded in agreement with her next action. Slowly she lowered herself onto him, feeling his length open her up and deliciously stretch her core.

"Damon." she whimpered as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and Damon kissed her neck.

"Wrap your legs around my back." Damon told her as she followed his instructions.

Damon stood up and pushed her up against the wall, penetrating her even deeper causing Elena to moan at the wonderful feeling of fullness. Once in position, Damon slowly pulled out and thrust inside her once more, this time with a little more force, pressing her back against the stone of the fireplace. Damon must have realized as he spun them around so it was his back up against the stone.

"Place your feet flat on the wall either either side of my chest." he said as Elena did as she was told. All the while Damon remained inside her. "Wrap your arms tightly around my neck, and whatever happens, don't let go." he told her as his lips met hers.

Elena felt Damon's hands against the sides of her hips as he lifted her up slightly before pulling her back down onto him. Once Elena realized what his plan was she moved her hips accordingly, using her legs to slide herself up and down his shaft while he thrust deep inside her, working in unison with her rhythm. This worked for around a minute, however it wasn't practical when their bodies began to cry out for deeper, harder thrusts. Therefore it wasn't really much of a surprise when Damon decided a change of scenery was required. He stepped away from the wall, forcing Elena to wrap her legs around his waist. He stooped down to pick something up before rushing them up to his room at vamp-speed, kissing her along the way.

They fell on Damon's bed. Damon was sat on the edge while Elena straddled his hips, as they were still joined together and laughing like children until their lips met once more and the laughter died, again turning into passion. Elena realized Damon was still miraculously wearing his shirt, which she immediately pushed away from his shoulders and threw to one side. As soon as he was naked, Elena pushed him down on the bed, making her intentions of being in charge extremely clear. Damon held his hands up in surrender, allowing her to be the one to lead the way, letting her know he would do whatever she asked.

Elena pushed Damon's arms above his head, stretching his body out while she circled her hips, allowing her to slide up and down his shaft and rub her still bra clad breasts up against his chest. Her lips made their way to his neck as she felt a tingling around her eyes and her fangs try to push out. Every part of her was desperate to bite him and drink his blood, yet she knew doing that would make her sick and completely ruin the moment. However, there was no reason for Damon not to bite her. It wasn't as if they hadn't blood shared before, it was just that she'd never been the one being bitten.

Elena let go of Damon's arms which immediately found her hips as he moved her while his pelvis thrust upwards hard and fast, taking Elena's breath away in the best way possible. She managed to concentrate just enough to wrap her hair around one side of her neck as she pushed herself up to face him. Damon smiled as he realized what she was asking him to do.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

"Yes." Elena smiled. "I want to know what it's like." she told him.

Damon rolled them over until he was on top, his thrusting not stopping for one moment as Elena raised her legs and placed them around his waist to allow for deeper penetration. Elena saw Damon's face change, the veins appearing around his eyes, which turned red while his fangs elongated. A sight, which up until a few months ago would have terrified her due to her fear of him. A fear which now felt completely irrational as she now knew he would never have physically hurt her, even in his worst moments. Even now, she could tell he was hesitant, due to the possibility of causing her even the slightest amount of physical pain, regardless of whether it led to untold pleasure or not. Something was warring inside him, trying to work out how not to hurt her, which made Elena laugh.

"What's funny?" Damon asked, as his face began to return to normal.

"Even now, as a vampire who has a much higher tolerance of pain, you are still struggling to hurt me." she smiled. "How do you know I don't like pain during sex?" she asked.

Damon was clearly taken aback by her statement. "Are you telling me the sweet, innocent Elena Gilbert might be open to kinky sex, whips and all?" he asked raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"With you, I'm prepared to and want to indulge in everything." she told him seductively. "You and I are starting out on an adventure, which could last all of eternity. As they say, variety is the spice of life." she smiled.

Damon frowned. "You know I love you right?" he asked as she nodded. "Well now, I think I love you even more." he grinned as his face quickly changed once more and his mouth found Elena's neck, however much to Elena's surprise he simply kissed her and lifted his head up. "I have a better idea." he said as he pulled out of her and sat up, resting on his haunches, holding his hand out to her. Intrigued, Elena took it and sat up herself. Damon got up off the bed and walked around to the side until finally making a decision. "I want you to kneel right here, facing that way." he told her pointing towards them facing the mirror as Elena understood what he wanted and crawled over to the spot. "Face me first." he told her as she turned around to look at him.

"Is this some little fantasy of yours when it comes to me?" Elena smirked as Damon unclipped her bra and threw it across the room. His mouth found one nipple, which he licked and sucked, before paying the same amount of attention to the other, before lifting his head and quickly kissing Elena on the lips.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Damon replied innocently as he turned Elena to face the mirror and stood behind her and nudged her legs apart. "Actually it's because I didn't want to get blood on the sheets." he explained with a smirk causing Elena to suppress a giggle as he glanced at their reflection. "God we look good together." he whispered into Elena's ear, who as she stared at them both in the mirror, couldn't help but agree with his assessment while she watched him mold his body against her back before gently inserting his shaft inside her once more.

Elena sighed with pleasure. She'd decided being physically connected to Damon was the most wonderful sensation in the world, and not just for sexual pleasure. Ever since her dreams had started, Elena had wondered if Damon was the missing piece of her soul. The one to set her free of her self imposed restrictions. It turned out her subconscious must have been right in what it was telling her all along. She realized being with Damon gave her a sense of freedom she'd never enjoyed before. This was because he would never judge her, or dictate to her about being perfect. She would never need to worry about saying or doing the wrong thing, because Damon's love was unconditional, and whatever she wanted to do, he would support her regardless. Unless it was something which could kill her, then of course he'd intervene. This kind of love had given Elena a huge sense of relief, and a big weight seemed to fall away from her shoulders, finally allowing her to be the older version of the girl she was before her parents died. But it wasn't just one way.

Elena thought she'd known what it was like to love someone. She knew familial love and she knew she'd loved Stefan, but with Damon it was different. It was like a heightened combination of the two, with the added sexual and physical attraction which took it to another level. Elena knew deep down she loved Damon unconditionally. She had for a while because no matter what he did, they'd simply fall out, but then every time they made up, her feelings for him would grow stronger. Now they were physically united, Elena wasn't sure it was possible to love anyone as much as she loved Damon in that moment.

Damon pushed Elena's hair to one side, exposing her neck as his face changed once more. He wrapped one arm around Elena's waist and the other hand found her nub which he expertly began to massage her nub, sending electrical pulses throughout her body, building up tension in her core. Damon's mouth found her neck, but this time he didn't stop. Instead she felt a tiny pinprick before feeling a warmth travel from her neck and all around the rest of her body until it finally made it's way down to her already oversensitive heated core.

Elena knew she wasn't going to last much longer, especially as she was beginning to feel lightheaded at the blood loss. Then suddenly her world changed, she saw Damon behind her as they were, but something was different. Damon was different. His hair was curly and he had a youthful innocence about him. Instead of biting her, he was simply kissing her neck before he looked up and watched them through the mirror. Elena immediately knew this was the human version of Damon she was seeing.

"What's happening." Elena asked.

"We're blood sharing." Damon replied. "You always wondered what the human me was like. Now you get to experience it." he explained.

"Like mind control?" Elena asked.

"Except you are the one controlling it, not me." Damon whispered. "It's something you wanted to know about me deep enough to it pull from my subconscious. Once you do that, I can't stop it and I can't give you anything but the truth. It's why blood sharing is personal. You really have to trust the other person." he whispered.

"What did you want to know from me when you I drank from you?" Elena asked.

"I wanted to know how I made you feel." Damon told her.

"And?" Elena raised her eyebrow.

"Well how did you feel while you were feeding from me?" he smirked.

"Oh." Elena blushed at the memory of being extremely turned on as she felt Damon nibble on her ear. "That feels good." she whispered, closing her eyes before Damon withdrew his shaft.

"On all fours." Damon demanded as Elena bent over and placed her hands on the mattress.

Damon inserted himself inside her once more, except this time when he thrust, there was a lot more force to it, and his length seemed to hit spots she didn't even know existed. The heat building in her core was almost painful as Damon continued to thrust inside her, while she watched them in the mirror. Once more Damon's fingers found her nub and he began to massage her clit, except this time with a little more pressure. The room was silent except for the sounds of them panting and moaning, and the noise of skin slapping against skin, a clear indication of their activities. Even the smell of the sex resonated throughout the air, a smell which seemed to fuel Elena's desire even further.

Elena felt the warmth beginning to congregate around her throbbing core, so intense she'd never known such a feeling. It was different to what she'd experienced before when Damon had made her come with his mouth. In some respects, this felt far more personal and intimate as she was in Damon's head. Elena was also picking up on a sense of wellbeing, and a deep love and passion, which she knew were almost identical to her own feelings, but her subconscious knew they were Damon's feelings for her. Elena was feeling Damon's love for her and it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever known. That was the final piece of the puzzle to tip her over the edge as her core felt like it was going to burst out of her body.

"Damon...oh yes...oh yes...ah...ah...oh...fuck...yes...aargh!" she cried as she felt her core clamping down hard on Damon's shaft while he continued to thrust in and out of her with even more vigor, all the while white hot spasms were pulsating through her core.

Elena looked up and could see them in the mirror, except Damon was back in his vampire form, his body wrapped around hers to allow him access to her neck. Damon pulled away from her and glanced up, his features remaining vampiric as Elena realized he was about to reach his own climax. Elena's own face had also changed into its vampire form, a clear indication of their extreme lust. All the while her body burned and shook from her release, she couldn't take her eyes away from the mirror to look at Damon as he reached his peak. His forehead creased and his lips parted as his breathing became heavy.

"Elena...fuck...aargh..." he whispered as he went rigid at almost the same moment as Elena did. Her back arched downwards as she felt his warm seed fill her heated contracting core, sending further shockwaves of pleasure through her sensitive body.

Eventually, Damon pulled out of Elena, fell onto the bed and rolled onto his back. Elena climbed over and curled up to him, wrapping her arms and legs over his body possessively. They lay there for a few minutes in silence, taking stock of what they'd just done. They'd started their sex life in a fashion which was far more adventurous than anything Elena had ever previously tried. Stefan and Matt had never ventured further than missionary, although not through lack of trying on Elena's part. She'd tried being on top with Stefan, but he always wanted to be in charge. With Damon it was a two way endeavor. They were equal partners and clearly nothing was off the table.

They rested for a few more minutes before Elena got up and cleaned herself up in the bathroom, putting her bra and panties back on. As she finished washing her hands, she felt Damon behind her, still completely naked.

"You know..." Damon whispered into Elena's ear. "The biggest perk of being a vampire is our healing. It doesn't just affect our bodies recovering from injury. We recover from other activities much quicker than humans." he smirked.

Elena turned around and kissed him on the lips. "Prove it." she said as Damon led her back over to the bed.

By three am, they had made love four more times before deciding Elena needed to get some sleep before school the next morning. Unlike their first time, they had indulged in a more traditional way of making love apart from the final time which was when they'd shared a shower. They then settled down and slept in Damon's enormous and extremely comfortable bed. However in Elena's case, her sleep had been fitful.

The reason she'd had problems sleeping was Damon. She wanted to pinch herself to check to see if it were another one of her fantasies. Although admittedly, none had ever come close to anything she'd experienced that evening. Damon was everything she could ever want in a lover and a partner. If she'd have made a list before knowing either Stefan or Damon about what her expectations were from a wonderful love life, Damon exceeded them, by a substantial margin, as if he were made solely for her pleasure. He was attentive and seemed to understand her body even better than she did. He didn't care about her relative lack of experience in comparison with his own. Instead, he'd used the opportunity to teach her about his body and what he liked. Eventually she had realized he preferred it this way as an extremely experienced woman would have taken offense to his tutelage, but as Elena knew this was for eternity, she'd need to tend to his needs as much as he'd made sure hers were fulfilled. And the best way to do that, was to learn as quickly as possible, with only one possible method of practice, which Elena had decided she had finally found a good perk of vampirism.

Still restless, Elena got up and headed to the bathroom. The sun was shining through the bedroom windows, meaning she'd soon have to get up to go to school, which was the last thing she wanted to do. Instead, Elena simply wanted to spend all day in bed with Damon, living the previous night on repeat. There was a chill in the air, so Elena put Damon's shirt on, over the top of her underwear, even though she wasn't technically cold. It was more of a force of habit than anything else.

"Elena?" Damon called out groggily as Elena wandered back into Damon's bedroom.

"Hey" Elena smiled.

"Hey." Damon replied, as a grin emerged on his face when Elena jumped in bed beside him. "Thought you might've left." he frowned.

"No, I don't have to be at school for..." Elena narrowed her eyes, looking at her wrist pretending to tell the time with an invisible watch. "At least twenty minutes ago." she smiled, turned and kissed Damon before breaking away and eyeing him suspiciously. "What's that face?" she asked, noticing a expression she'd never seen Damon make before.

"What face?" he smiled dreamily, playing with her hair.

"That face." Elena said softly.

"I'm happy." Damon smiled as Elena cupped his cheeks in her hands while Damon ran his hand down Elena's body and thigh.

Already Elena knew how this was going to end, she had no self control when it came to resisting Damon, and to be fair, it appeared he had the same issue. They rolled over so Elena was on top as she tipped his chin up to allow her to kiss him before her lips and hands made their way down his body. Kissing his chest and stomach, until she reached his already hard shaft.

Elena circled her tongue around the tip, taking in the salty taste of his pre-cum while taking his member into her hand and began to pump, exactly the way he'd taught her how he liked it. She then took the rest of him in her mouth, flattening her tongue and opening her gag reflex to enable her to fit his large length further into her mouth. Then Elena built herself into a rhythm, causing Damon to moan with pleasure. At the same time, Elena massaged his balls with her free hand. As every moment passed by, she could feel him getting ever harder. One of Damon's hands was stroking her hair, while the other grabbed the pillow, a sign Elena was now familiar with, which meant he was about to climax. Suddenly Damon's hips bucked and she felt his seed slide down her throat.

"Fuck!" he cried as Elena lifted her head and smiled, watching his face screw up in pleasure as he came. She knew she wouldn't have enjoyed doing what she had done as much as a human because people were more uncomfortable with bodily fluids. However as a vampire who had to drink straight from the vein, the taste of salt and sweat were part of her diet, meaning swallowing Damon's seed didn't affect her like it once would have.

Damon panted as he recovered, while Elena gave him a smug look before kissing her way back up his body and finding his mouth once more. Damon smiled as he rolled them over, so now Elena was on her back as he took charge of giving her pleasure. His lips made their way down Elena's sensitive neck and chest until he met her panties. He swiped her crotch to one side and sucked on her nub, nearly sending Elena into an early orbit. He parted her labia before his wet tongue found her core and he pushed it inside her. Elena's back arched with pleasure as Damon swiped his thumb across her numb, giving her twice the stimulation she needed. Uncontrollable loud moans started to come from her mouth. Damon was a master with his tongue.

After a few moments he moved his mouth back up to Elena's clit and inserted two fingers inside her, gently at first before the pace of the thrusting grew. All the while he licked and sucked on her labia and nub. Inside Elena, heat and desire built up until her throbbing core could take no more, when Damon moaned with pleasure at what he was doing to her.

Elena's hips bucked as the sound of him tipped her over the precipice and she began to fall into a pit of heat while her burning throbbing core seemed to explode.

"Damon...yes..." she cried in a whispered scream. "Aargh!" her back arched as the orgasm ripped through her entire being. Her core contracting, heat like boiling water running through her veins while body shook before going rigid and eventually turning to jello as she came down from her high.

Elena thought Damon would give her time to recover, yet he was merciless. He made his way back up her body, his lips and hands exploring every step of the way. By the time they were face to face, Elena was ready for more. Damon kissed her and his hand made its way down her body, pulling her leg up to give him better access. His hand moved across the lacy front of her panties as once again he pushed the crotch to one side and pressed his once again hardened shaft up against her labia, coating himself with her juices.

Wordlessly, Damon pushed himself inside Elena, gently opening her and stretching, until he was as far in as possible. This time his movements were slow and considered, ensuring his hips pressed up against hers, creating friction with the lace of her panties to rub against her nub while his upper body was flat against hers. There was no rush, just the need to be untied with each other. Their lips met as they kissed passionately while Damon's hand continue to travel up and down her body.

Making love slowly only worked for a while, as their bodies natural instincts quickly kicked in. Elena lifted her knees and placed both feet flat on the bed, raising her hips to meet his and their pace increased. Elena's hands traveled up and down Damon's back, her fingers pulling tight on his butt cheeks in an attempt to penetrate deeper into her throbbing, aching, heated core. Damon slipped on hand between them and massaged Elena's highly sensitive nub. The moment he began to circle it with his thumb, Elena's body suddenly started to climax.

Damon thrust harder as her core contracted around his shaft, sending a rush of electricity throughout her body. Wave after wave of white hot heat seemed to emanate from her core, initially taking Elena's breath away at the shock of it all. Damon removed his finger from her nub and he placed them around her shoulders as his head was buried into the crook of Elena's neck. His movements were becoming ragged and Elena knew he was about to find his release with hers.

"Argh!" Elena's back arched as she cried out, pressing her into Damon's. There were no other words she could utter as the moment felt too special. Her core was contracting furiously, white hot currents shooting throughout her body while her core continued to milk Damon to his release.

"Elena." Damon's brow creased and his lips parted, while his face contorted into the blissful agony she recognized as him finding his release. To confirm what she already knew, Elena felt Damon's warm seed spill inside her.

Elena's body went almost rigid as she scraped her fingernails down Damon's back to share with him the intensity of her orgasm. It was only when the smell of blood hit her nostrils did she realize she'd cut right into his back. Part of her was mortified for hurting Damon, however the rational part of herself knew he'd love what she'd done, and would probably wish he could keep the scars to prove how hard he'd made her come.

Damon's head rested in the crook of Elena's neck for a moment as they recovered. Their breathing returning back to normal until Damon lifted his head up with a huge grin on his face.

"I take it I didn't hurt you." Elena said hopefully.

"It wasn't hard enough, but it was a B plus for effort." Damon smirked as Elena slapped him on the arm playfully. "Although I do now need a shower to make sure my sheets don't get blood on them." he nodded.

"Are you offering?" Elena raised an eyebrow.

"If it were up to me you'd smell like sex every minute of the day." Damon growled. "However as you've got school and Caroline..." he stopped, no more words needed to be said. If Caroline could tell she'd had sex that morning, she'd immediately know it wasn't with Stefan, and Elena would receive an earful, not something she wanted from this day which was starting out as being the best day of her life, which she did not want to ruin with Caroline's bitchy taunts about Damon.

"Shower it is." Elena agreed. "Although we might have to shower twice." she smirked.

"Now that is the best offer I've had in two centuries." Damon grinned as he stood up and led Elena into the bathroom.

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