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Chapter 21
Five years later…
"Have you planned something awesome?"
"No, I've got nothing." Elena sighs. "Have any suggestion?"
"Birthday sex is always welcome. Damon would really appreciate it." Elena can almost see her best friend's smirks through the phone.
"That's, like, a no brainer, Bex. I even went to Victoria's Secret months ago, almost maxed my credit card," Elena giggles quietly.
Elena props her aching feet on the coffee table in their apartment.
Their apartment.
After finishing college almost a year and a half ago, Damon and Elena decided to move to Atlanta. Why Atlanta? Well, it's a pretty crowded and big city, it's perfect for them to open their bar and grill that they've been planning for a few months. Since Elena still has their parents' inheritance, they use the money to pay for almost everything. At first, Damon was a bit insecure since she always calls it their business, though in reality they only have used Elena's money to build it. She has convinced him though, with hours and hours of bedroom activities.
After that, finding a perfect place for them to live is one of the things that are a little bit hard to do. Damon has wanted them to live together even before she left her dorm second year of college, but she has always refused telling him that it's good to have some space and some crap about distance makes the heart grows fonder. When she has finally agreed to live together, Damon acted like a five year old kid on Christmas morning. They have decided on a simple two-bedroom two-bathroom apartment with using the other bedroom as their work space.
"Oh, scandalous," Rebekah chuckles. "Anyway, Marcel and I have decided to leave at dawn so that we can be there before midday."
Rebekah has known Marcel, a hunky chocolate skin guy, for over three years now. They have decided to move to South Carolina a year ago for his job in a famous publisher company while she has her own flower shop business. They've been together since their second semester and Elena can't be happier about it since he makes her friend beaming with happiness everytime he's around.
"Okay, Jenna and Ric also will drive at dawn so that they'd be here before evening. I've reserved a table in Damon's favorite Mexican restaurant. Oh, have you booked a room or something?"
"No, Marcel's sister lives close by to you, six, seven blocks away actually so we're planning to crash there."
"Okay, good. I'm sorry you have to drive for three plus hours to get here. It's just that Damon's birthday this year is important. I've been secretly spying on him holding something small and I think it's—"
"A ring?" Rebekah gasps.
Elena smiles, but still feels a dash of doubt. "Yeah, I hope so. I just… I love him so much."
"Aw, I know you do, babe. He's the love of your life. He's your soul mate, yada yada yada…"
You have no idea. "Yeah. So I'll see you soon?"
"You bet'cha. Bye."
Elena closes the door quietly after spending her day waitressing in her bar that she co-own with her boyfriend. Damon has told her that he's got an errand to do so that he would leave early. Having two cooks, two waitresses, and a bartender is pretty helpful but when they have spare time, Damon and Elena like to help out whether it's waitressing or bartending, or cooking for Damon because he's a God in the kitchen as much as he is in the bedroom.
"Damon?" She calls out as she puts down her keys and hangs her purse by the door.
She walks inside to the living room to find his boyfriend, sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking out at the night skyline adorned with various bright lights from the skyscrapers. The floor to ceiling windows has won her over when they look at the apartment for the first time."
"Babe?"
Damon's head snaps, quickly hiding a small object he' been holding into his pocket making a quiet big bulge. "I didn't hear you come in."
"What's that?" she tips her head to the bulge on his pocket, walking closer toward him still in her waitress' black apron over her tight black jeans.
"My phone," he answers quickly.
"No, that's too small to be your phone."
He walks closer to her, gathering her into his arms. "Um… Ric asked me to keep something for Jenna. It's a surprise."
"Really?" she raises an eyebrow. "So, it has nothing to do with a girl named Tammy that's been calling you since this morning?"
Damon frowns. How does she know Tammy? "What?"
She steps out from his embrace, crossing her arms across her chest. "Yeah, Tammy. She's been calling you for like five times this morning. Who is she? You needy side bitch?"
Damon blinks. "Elena, come on."
"No, you come on." Her eyes start to sting. God, I don't wanna be weak in front of him. "I've known you for like six years now and never once you lied to me. But you keep doing stuff behind my back, I know it, okay? You've been gone in the morning, back in the evening for two days straight and everytime I asked about it you shut me down. And now you're hiding something from me," Elena let tear rolls down her face and harshly sweeps it using the back of her hand.
"Sweetheart, don't cry," Damon steps forward, wanting to crush her in his arms.
"Don't, just stay where you are, I need to be mad at you for a while." She spits. "Am I not good enough for you anymore?" she adds.
"Elena," he snaps, raising his voice. "Where does this come from?"
She sniffles, knowing she's been acting too much. "I'm sorry… it's just, you've been gone practically all day for two days and I'm tired as fuck and I just want a quiet night with you but you stuffed that thing and I just thought the worst that I can come up with."
"Oh, baby," he crosses to get to her in a flash, holding her small frame in his arms, stroking her hair. "I love you, okay? Don't you ever doubt that."
Damon feels feather-like kisses trails down along his perfectly sculpted jaw to his neck. He's between dream and reality now as the pair of lips now go inches up to his closed eyelids, down to his nose, both of his pink tinted cheeks then the corner of his lips. As he feels weight over his hips and a warm core touching his half hard on, silky hair tickling his ears.
"Damon," a small yet melodious voice invaded his hearing making him wiggle his hips. "Wake up, baby."
He murmurs in delight as the woman on top of him pressing her coverless wet core against him and blinks twice to adjust to the low light from, apparently a hundred lighted candles, around the room. He shivers feeling her goosebumps along her smooth skin.
"What?" he breathes, feeling the soft lips of Elena's hovering above his.
"It's five minutes after midnight," she informs cheekily. "Happy birthday, Damon."
He smiles genuinely before rolling them over, puts himself between her opened legs and he feels her locks him in tightly using her long, tanned legs. "Mmm… how do you know?"
"Bree told me," she smiles down at him. "Are you fully awake now?"
"What do you think?" he smirks as he pushes himself inside her deeply earning a gasp of pleasure out of her.
"Damon… please, move."
"Birthday boy gets everything. Don't wanna move yet." He grabs one of her two mounds, squeezing it gently before going down and taking it between his teeth. He bites softly, laps eagerly, and blows it soothingly at the rose-colored bud.
He feels her walls slowly but gradually tightening around him inside of her as she rolls her hips trying to make him move."
"Oh God, Damon," she moans out loud feeling him pulling out before he goes back in.
"Like this, baby? You like this?"
"I love this," she screams out, pulling down his head down to her and hungrily capture his lips in hers, tangling their tongues together in her warm mouth.
Damon thrusts in and out, moving faster as she keeps moaning her pleasure. He grunts feeling her so close to the edge. "I love you, Elena."
"I," Elena groans heavily, "love you too."
She rides out her pleasure and in seconds he follows suit, trapping her as he lowers himself down, still joined inside of her. Elena wraps her arms, keeping him close as she feels him shudder from her skin touching his. She never gets tired of seeing him fall apart because of her. He finds his perfect place to put his head on her neck, feeling her occasionally kissing his temple.
"So, it's your birthday. Round two?"
Damon looks up, a grin appears on his face, "Elena, Elena… have I turn you into a nymphomaniac?"
"Shut up," she giggles, putting his place back on her neck.
"I, um, I have something for you actually."
She looks down to find his big blue orbs focus on her, "what is it?"
He reluctantly gets up from the bed, shaking his head as he hears Elena whines in protest for the loss of contact, then goes to their drawers. He goes to the very bottom of it, making a mess out if his socks and underwear before his eyes light up taking a small object in his hand and hides it from Elena's sight by putting it behind him as he walks back to the bed. He sees Elena with hungry eyes shamelessly staring at his visible bulge since he doesn't bother to put pants on. He sits beside her as she sits up against the headboard, her breasts expose to his eyes as she gives him a wink.
"I have this… for quiet long. I—" he shows what he's been holding to her right to her face. It's a small rectangular velvet black box with a name of a famous brand on it. He opens it easily, displaying a simple silver band with rectangular shaped diamond and small round ones on its right and left side. She gasps, looking at him then goes back to the box. "Elena Gilbert, you have literally changed my life. You make me a better man, at least I think I am. You singlehandedly turns my world upside down. The day you told me you loved me, I was ready to leave this world, permanently this time. I thought by leaving you you would be happier, you would find a normal human man and get married. But then, you came, you came and made me the most happiest person in the world. I love you, Elena. Baby, I can't live without you. I don't want to. You are my life, you are my soul mate, you are everything that I need. And now I want to ask you, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Tears stained faced Elena is something that Damon will never get used to. His own heart breaks everytime she cries, whether it's because of him or a dog food commercial on TV. Right now, on their bed, looking at her crying though, it makes him hopeful that she would say yes.
Elena, with glistening eyes and unreadable expression on her face, says something he most fears. "No."
His heart breaks. It's clearly shows in his clear blue eyes that now telling her exactly what he feels. His mouth slightly hangs open as he digest a single devastating word from her mouth.
"I… okay. I'm just gonna—"
He stands up suddenly, he himself confused that he can still stand up without losing his balance. He closes the lid, hiding he ring, and puts it on the bedside table next to Elena. He pulls his black sweatpants up, hazily doing it as his mind still working on the fact that the love of his life has rejected him. He goes to outside their bedroom to the living room, standing in front of the big window flashing the clear night sky of the city of Atlanta. He stands immobile, doesn't really know what to do. It's clear that she's scared right now just like when she postponed the 'I love you' to him five years ago. Maybe he's rushing her too fast. The fact that she just graduated from college almost a year and a half ago, just opened their own bar midtown, just agreed to move in together after repeatedly ignoring his pleas to have their own place.
Elena, with her business degree, has suggested opening her own business. Damon, with his amazing cooking ability and bartending, having the last two years of practice when Elena was busy with her college assignments and classes, has agreed with her and has opened their grill and bar, Moonstone, just over seven months ago. They still are trying to adapt to their new life together. Now he feels like an idiot for pushing her.
"Fuck. Salvatore, you never do anything right," he scolds himself angrily, taking his bottle half-full bourbon from the coffee table. He drinks it directly from the bottle, taking in three big gulps before harshly throwing it to the fireplace, crashing it to pieces.
Shit, Elena must've heard. Nice going, fucker.
"Damon?"
He turns around to find his beautiful woman standing not too far away from him, leaning against the white L-shaped couch that they have picked out a few months ago. She's only wearing her midnight blue cotton panties and his black shirt with her hair on top of her in a messy bun.
God, she's so fucking beautiful.
In the age of twenty three, she looks stunning. Words can't even describe her beauty. He still has to throw a death glare or two to the sleazy men who look at her wrong everytime they go out. He just wants to keep her from the world all to himself.
"I'm sorry I woke you up." He says unsteadily.
"I was never asleep," she walks gracefully toward him. As soon as she's a few inches from where he's standing, she takes his hands in hers, making small circles on it. "You know I was joking, right?"
Damon's eyes widen. Surprise and confused paint his perfect face under the moonlight from the window. "Huh?"
She chuckles, placing herself in his arms with her arms hugs him tightly and he finds himself wrapping his around her back, "I was just messing with you, silly. I wouldn't say no."
"You… messing with…"
She looks up at him, stepping forward so that they are now toes-to-toes and chest-to-chest. "Damon, you are by far the most wonderful man I've ever met. Sure, you make me want to strangle you sometimes, you make me want to drive a stake to your heart most of the time," she smirks. "But you also make me feel loved, like I'm the only important thing in your eyes. I can't imagine my life without you, Damon. You have got under my skin and I won't shake you off. Besides, if I declined your proposal, don't you think the universe will be furious at me since it has done everything to link us together? So, I think you stuck with me." She adds before she stands on her tippy toes to lightly give him a chaste kiss.
He's unresponsive at first because her speech is what he's been waiting all along. He doesn't know if she knows, but he's been wanting someone to love him for him. To crave him just as he craves her. To spend her life with him. To annoy him just because but loves him all the same.
Finally, after a few seconds, he finds his strength to kiss her back, turning her chaste kiss into something primal with teeth and tongue. He devours her as if he was a man in a desert wanting water to soothe his thirst. She put her arms around his neck, jumping slightly to wrap her legs around his waist. He brings her around, trapping her between the big floor to ceiling window and his own scorching with lust body. He kisses her hotly; he can never get enough of Elena. She wakes something up in him that he doesn't want it to stop.
"Baby…" Elena moans as he kissing down her neck to her open cleavage.
"Wait…." He looks up vulnerably to focus on her brown orbs, finding them fill with desire and love, "it means you say yes, right?"
She laughs cheerfully, kissing the tip of his nose. "Of course, yes. I can't wait to be Mrs. Damon Salvatore."
He grins, cupping her cheeks tenderly in his calloused hand. "Best birthday ever."
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