A/N- I'm so sorry it's taken so long to update. I've spent many weekends too hungover to write! Anyways, enough with the excuses. Hope you enjoy - oh, and please review; my review alerts have been a little sparse lately ;) xxx
Chocolate
"It's kinda weird that I'm sex-lingerie shopping with you." Caroline half-whines. "I don't want to imagine what Damon's ripping off you in the heat of the moment."
"Well we won't be having a heat of the moment if I don't find something."
"I can't believe he's being this stubborn. He literally used to have you up against every wall whenever he could. I remember only too well." She shudders at the memories. Elena smirks. Too many times, her and Damon had been caught in compromising positions. What she'd give for that again…
She sighs. "That was before."
"I guess it's true when they say a baby kills your sex life, huh?"
"Yep." She pops the 'p' just like Damon does. It's just another trait of his that's rubbed off on her over the years.
"Why doesn't he just have little Damon...you know," Caroline raises her eyebrow, "snipped."
"Because then I can't have another baby."
This time, the blonde actually scoffs whilst rolling her eyes. "There's no way Damon's going to consent to you guys having another baby."
"I know, ergo..." she gestures around the store at the satin and silk and lace.
"Ergo?"
"Ergo I seduce him and really make it count."
"Oh my God Elena!"
The brunette simply shrugs. She made her mind up weeks ago.
"Isn't that kind of illegal?"
"No."
"You're tricking your husband into getting you pregnant when he very clearly does not want another child."
"But he does want another. I know he does. To quote him on our wedding night, "Elena Salvatore, I want to make a whole army of kids with you." He just doesn't want me to go through labor again."
Caroline shakes her head. "You guys are weird."
"Are you going to help me or not?"
"Not. I don't want to be a party to this ridiculous situation. I'm going to find something to tease Klaus with later."
X
Elena loves the black Amex with her name on it. She loves it not because she can spend whatever (although that point is kind of nice too, obviously) but because it means there's enough money in Damon's - no, their - bank account that neither of them have to work. It means they can both be at home, together, with their daughter and the only tiredness generated in their lives comes from her. It means security, not of love or protection because she gets that from him, not from his money, but any financial worries she ever had are alleviated by the presence of that card. If they need healthcare, they get the best. If they need to pay for Ariella's school in the future, she'll have the best.
He told her once, when she'd asked him why on earth he'd continued to save all of the money he had over the years rather than spending it, that he knew he'd need it in the future. That something would come his way that meant it had all been for a reason. Plus, what fun was money if nobody was there to share it with him?
Popping the card back in her purse, she smiles at the cashier and takes the bag with its red ribbon for handles. The best part of shopping is showing Damon what she's bought. She can't wait to see his face later.
When she arrives back home after dropping Caroline and her bag of blue lingerie off, Elena finds Damon in the pool, dipping a giggling Ariella into the water and looking like the happiest man in the world. She feels slightly guilty - that she should be content with their daughter, and she is - she really is. But she also wants Damon to have a son. Because the family name should be carried on. Because she's always imagined having a child running around her feet with a mess of dark, curly hair and olive skin and blue eyes. Because actually, although he doesn't realise it, having a son would complete him. Elena knows though, and she wants to give him that. She wants her daughter to feel the sense of pride at being a big sister that she felt when her parents brought Jeremy home from the hospital. And, of course, if she gets pregnant, it's pretty much a free pass for as much sex as she can get for nine months.
She joins them in the pool after changing into a green bikini that she hasn't worn since before she got pregnant. Her boobs kind of spill out of the sides a little which never happened before, and the expanse of stomach uncovered by material isn't as toned as it was the last time. For a few minutes, Elena has a small crisis of confidence and considers pulling on a kaftan. But then she sees Damon's eyes roam over her body appreciatively as she enters the water and it makes her feel warm and loved and sexy as hell. He kisses her, Ariella content to gurgle between them, and when her hands start wandering over the planes of his chest and down toward his swim shorts, she has to remind herself silently to save it for later.
X
Later comes at 9pm. It's taken a while to settle Ariella tonight; longer than usual - almost as if she knows the predicament her father is about to find himself in. Damon is cooking dinner because after the lasagne attempt a few nights ago, she's no longer allowed to make anything other than cereal without supervision. A delicious smell of herbed chicken wafts through the house and upstairs to where she's standing in front of the mirror in what has to be the most sinful lingerie she's ever bought. Smiling at part two of her plan, she pulls on her robe, its pink cotton ready to lull Damon into a false sense of security that underneath is a set of innocent pajama shorts and a tank top. She grabs the pot from its place inside the red-ribboned bag and carries it downstairs nonchalantly, setting it on the counter while Damon busies himself carving the chicken.
Her mouth waters at the smell of perfectly-basted meat and then again at the way his muscles ripple under that tight white t-shirt he's wearing. No, owning. There is no smoky haze tonight; nothing is burned, just simply cooked to perfection because he is Damon Salvatore and everything he does is perfect. Sometimes, it pisses her off that he's good at everything. But most of the time, it just makes her feel unbelievably lucky that she's the one who gets him and this perfect life he created for them.
"Want me to open the wine?" She asks, finally succeeding in getting him to look at her. He stops carving for a moment, clearly taking in the sight of her dressing gown and unstyled hair. He smiles. Elena tries to hide a smirk.
"There's a sauvignon blanc in the fridge."
She debates accidentally brushing past him on her way across the room but then thinks better of it. Instead, she uncorks the wine with a bit of effort - more than he would need which seems to amuse him - and pours out two large glasses of the almost-clear liquid. She takes a large sip from his glass, then hands it to him and he smiles as she takes a sip from her own. Elena's eyes flit briefly to the bag on the counter but she says nothing. She knows he's noticed it. She also knows he's purposefully not asking what's inside.
They spend the next twenty minutes enjoying the most succulent chicken Elena has ever tasted - and that's saying something because he took her to Italy for their their honeymoon and until tonight, she'd sampled the best food she'd ever had. Trust Damon to be able to beat a Michelin starred restaurant. Wiping her mouth with the white linen napkin, Elena smiles across the table as Damon's eyes roam her robe.
"Is that new?"
"Bought it today. You like?"
Now, Elena knows the honest answer to this question. He both loves and hates it at the same time. Loves it because it's covering her up enough that he's not insanely tempted to rip it off; it's not that kind of a robe. Hates it because it's not that kind of a robe.
"I always like what you buy."
He also always knows what to say. She smiles again.
"I brought us back some dessert. I thought maybe we could enjoy it in the parlor."
Damon shrugs. "It's a nice night. We could eat it outside."
Elena stifles a smirk. It's hard to do. "Sure. Let me just clear up in here and I'll bring it out."
Damon stands up to give her a hand but she rests her fingers on his arm. Something spikes through her and she realises too late that even touching him now is a bad idea if she wants to play this right. If he's noticed the increase in her pulse, he doesn't let on. She's grateful. "You cooked. I'll clear away. Do we have another bottle of wine we can take out? And maybe some strawberries?"
He narrows his eyes at her and she plants a chaste kiss on his lips as cover. It seems to work.
"Don't break anything."
"I'll try not to."
As soon as she sees the outside lights flicker on, Elena grabs the jar out from the bag on the counter, microwaving it for a few seconds so that its contents are slightly warm - and more runny.
Damon has his back to her as she approaches the door, slipping her feet into a pair of heels she'd conveniently left there earlier. She watches for a moment as he drains his wine, feeling her excitement pool between her legs as she tries to rein in her heavy breathing.
"You brought back chocolate." He tells her before she's even shut the door behind her. There's a hint of a smile in his voice and she can't help her own that breaks across her lips.
"I did. But I want you to close your eyes first."
"Elena?"
She rolls her eyes, though he can't see. He probably can tell. He's just that good. "Close your eyes Damon."
She bends to the side to check there isn't a hint of blue. "Good boy."
Reaching across the table, she grabs a strawberry, dipping it into the chocolate paint until it's almost fully-submerged.
"Open your mouth."
He does as he's told and she smiles at his compliance. It isn't always this easy. Careful not to drip the chocolate and give the game away, Elena cups her hand beneath the fruit, straddling Damon's legs so that she can have better access. Oh-so-slowly, she traces the strawberry around his lips, coating them in molten brown. His eyes fly open at the sensation, but Elena raises an eyebrow and he keeps quiet. There's an inward fist bump right there. She's getting better. Getting...more like him. She pops the strawberry into his mouth and as he bites down, takes the opportunity to trail her tongue along his lips, licking and sucking until the only evidence of there having been chocolate there is the sweet smell and the sticky residue on her own lips.
"Another?"
He nods in reply and Elena repeats the motion twice more until he reaches behind her and dunks his own strawberry into the chocolate. He doesn't tease her though, even as she's arching herself against him, waiting. Instead, he brings it so that it's the tiniest fraction away from touching her before securing his own lips around it, biting hard. When her eyes open in protest, she finds him staring knowingly at the v between the edges of her robe which has fallen open just enough to reveal the top of black lace.
"You went lingerie shopping." It's more of a statement than a question.
"I did." She replies, reaching for her own strawberry to dunk in the chocolate. "What do you think?"
Damon smirks as she makes a show of licking off the chocolate before sucking the fruit, closing her eyes with a soft moan.
"I think you're trying to kill me."
She rocks against him, half in an attempt to relieve some of the ache that's built up between her legs, half in an attempt to prove her next statement. "I'd say that actually, you're trying to kill me."
"Elena." It's a warning. She repeats her motion until his eyes roll back a little.
"Damon." She presses forward into his chest so that she can trace his ear with her lips. She sees him shudder and smiles knowingly; almost. "Please."
His hands are on her waist now, inching their way upwards and loosening the robe in the process. More black lace peeps out and he groans.
Without alerting him to the next stage of her plan, Elena dips a strawberry into the chocolate while Damon is too busy letting her nibble his ear to notice. Taking care not to allow the excess to run off, she brings it towards him, smirking as a dollop of the sweet, sticky substance lands on her chest, right between her breasts.
"Oh uh."
He opens his eyes at the noise to find her holding the strawberry against her own lips, painting them brown before she does the same to his, letting him bite down on half before she pops the rest into her own mouth. His lips are on hers before she even has the chance to swallow the fruit and this time, the way she grinds into his erection isn't on purpose; it's purely instinct.
Damon licks and sucks his way along her mouth, moving down to that gorgeous v left exposed by her robe. Elena's hands find their way to his hair, tangling the loose strands of raven black behind his neck as her back arches further - if it's even possible. Her robe is entirely open now, part dangling behind her from her shoulders as the black corset ensemble takes centre stage. Damon's eyes snap open as he realises his hands are not on the olive skin he was expecting, but fingering their way across black lace. Expensive black lace.
"This is what you bought?"
The words don't sound like they even belong to him, and Elena's too far gone to even care. The corset had seemed a good idea in the store, and she can tell he's clearly mesmerised, but actually, right now, all she wants is the damn thing off so she can feel his hands on her skin.
His hands aren't the only thing she wants to feel. As soon as his left hand snakes around her back to tug at the ribbon, her own flies to his jeans zipper. As quickly as she started however, her hand is removed by Damon's right which then accidentally grazes her panties.
"Fuck Elena." It almost sounds like a strangled moan.
"I want you, Damon."
Fuck the ribbon. He seems unable to complete the removal of the corset quickly enough and simply gives up, standing from the chair with her legs wrapped around him so that he can move them over to the lounger. Elena barely registers the soft padding of the cushion beneath her as her panties are ripped off and she practically screams at the unexpected sensation on her clit. Instead of Damon's hands or tongue, she opens her eyes just enough to see him smear a line of the molten chocolate along the most sensitive part of her body. Her eyes shutting involuntarily, her back arches so far that she's almost bolt upright as Damon's expert tongue follows the chocolate once, twice, a third time and then she actually is screaming his name as an orgasm rips through her.
It takes a good minute before she's recovered enough to open her eyes and when she does, she finds Damon teetering on the edge of caving. His eyes are so dark and narrow that if she didn't know better, she'd have sworn those irises were black.
"I'm having a vasectomy."
Of all of the things Elena might have predicted to fall from his lips, those words were completely unexpected. She pushes herself to a sitting position - which takes more effort than she imagined it would.
"What?"
"I can't take it any more. I need to be inside of you."
She gestures to her semi-naked state and then the black panties lying discarded on the paving. "I'm not stopping you."
"That's the problem."
"I'm hardly going to get pregnant from one time." Except actually, she's willing that to be the case because now she's got even less time to make this count.
"We both know it's never just one time."
"Please Damon." She's begging now because the moment he'd told her he needed to be inside of her, any kind of exhaustion dissipated and she can still see the effects of earlier on his jeans.
He offers a quick kiss to her forehead before taking a huge gulp of wine. "I'll call the doctor's office in the morning."
She's left then, not fully satisfied because when will she ever be until he's inside of her?, as he makes his way back into the house, wine glass in one hand, the other rubbing the back of his neck harshly. She's got to step this whole plan up. And quickly.
