Heyy guys! I wanted to post this earlier, but I was just able to finish it due to an unplanned surgery :P
Anyway, it's all done now, sorry if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes.
Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter, and I guess I'll see ya at the bottom :)
The water rushed over his face as Damon leaned into the spray of the shower's faucet.
A combination of oil and sweat ran down his body and flowed into the drain.
He wiped his face once, before noticing the grime under his nails and realized that he should probably scrub those first, if he wanted to make any progress on his hygiene.
Rebuilding classic cars wasn't exactly the cleanest job, but after a week of work on the Firebird, it was definitely one of his favorites.
He and Chris had spent nearly every day, after school of course, in the yard, repairing and tinkering under the hood of the old girl.
The whole process was moving along smoother than Damon had expected, but the best part was that it was serving it's initial purpose; keeping Chris's mind off the whole April thing.
Of course it would be impossible to assume he'd forget it entirely, but for now, he seemed content with seeing her at school and then focusing on the car at home.
Damon was just happy that Chris was enjoying the rebuild.
Other than music, and Elena's well-being, he wasn't sure if they had anything in common.
But each day they spent with the car on jacks and tools in hand, the more they found they could talk.
It had started simple enough, school, interests, the works, but lately it had become more. They'd talked about college, and Elena, the past. Damon talked about his tours and songs and why he'd even gotten started in the business.
They'd talk for hours, until the sky began to darken and Elena would call them in to clean up for dinner.
Damon rinsed out the rag he'd just scrubbed off with, and smiled.
Speaking of Elena...
He was going to have to find her something for Christmas too.
He owed her so much, and nothing he could think of seemed big enough.
Not jewelry, or cars, or even spa gift cards, as Stefan had suggested.
He wanted something else for her, because God knows, she deserved the world!
Maybe he'd get arrange a vacation for her. She could take Blondie too.
Just have a weekend somewhere warm.
Maybe Hawaii, or the Bahamas, hell, maybe even Greece or Spain...
But then he thought of Elena, miles away from him, on a beach in a bikini.
He could see all the attention she'd draw from the males there, and immediately changed his mind.
No. If Elena was going on vacation, he would be with her.
And Chris too.
They'd go somewhere as a family.
He made a mental note to arrange this imaginary trip later on, maybe for the summer, but decided it wouldn't do for Elena's Christmas.
He'd have to come up with something else.
He was pondering over different ideas when the bathroom door opened and a chill slipped in with the breeze.
He heard a huff, then "It's ruined. It's officially ruined. I'm never gonna get this stain out."
Damon smirked at Elena's annoyed tone, wiped the water from his eyes, and pulled back the curtain.
She was standing near the sink, in just her bra, clutching her shirt in hand as she ran it under the water.
"Problems?" He taunted with a grin.
She shot him a look over her shoulder, "Yes. The oil won't come out. This is my favorite red shirt and now it has a huge black mark down the front, because someone wanted to wipe their filthy body on me before taking a shower or changing like I told them to!"
Damon smirked, "You looked like you needed a hug."
Her eyes rolled, but he caught the slightest of a smile curve her lip.
"A hug you could have given me after changing from your disgusting oil covered outfit. But nooo, it's just so funny to the two of you too get me and my clothes just as filthy."
"It was funny," he noted, and wasn't entirely surprised when a bar of soap flew in his direction.
Elena huffed again, turning off the sink faucet, "I can't scrub it anymore. So hopefully the washer will get it out. But if doesn't, you are going to be in serious trouble mister."
Damon laughed, "Whatever you say, baby."
She turned to him then.
"You're infuriating. Did you know that?"
He shrugged, "I may have heard it mentioned once...or twice."
An actual smile broke out on her face, "Yeah, I imagine."
He pulled back the curtain a little more, "So, were you just going to stand there being mean, and a half naked tease, or were you going to get in here with me?"
Her brow arched as she crossed her arms, "Well, Mr. Salvatore, that depends. Are you going to apologize for ruining my favorite shirt."
His eyes narrowed, "I'll maybe consider thinking about apologizing."
Her head shook, "Not good enough."
"Hmm," he found himself amused, and admittedly, a little turned on, by her defiant stance.
"Elena, I am extremely sorry that I chased you around the yard and hugged you and ruined your favorite shirt, but if you don't start removing the rest of those clothes, and get into this shower with me, I'm going to have to put oil on all of your clothes so you have nothing else at all to wear, and I promise you, I won't be sorry about that."
Elena inhaled, then blushed slightly as his words registered.
"Well, when you put it that way," she smirked.
She dropped the shirt she was holding and trailed her hands down her stomach to the button of her jeans.
She slid them off easily, and Damon had to force himself to remain standing where he was as she unclasped her bra and let it fall from her shoulders.
Next, her underwear was pulled down her thighs, and she kicked them off her foot, finally naked, and walked over to him.
He moved back so she could step into the shower, without soaking the floor with water, and then she was standing in front of him.
Damon marveled at her body, reaching out and pulling her closer.
Her head came up, as if expecting him to kiss her, but he didn't.
Instead, he let his hands explore her body in way that was once again becoming familiar.
His fingers trailed her hips, her back, her shoulders and neck, her breast, her cheek.
Every beautiful part of her was his.
He kissed her then, short, but firm, and her mouth parted in perfect submission to his advance.
He pulled away, looking at her face, trying to convey with a glance, everything he was feeling.
This woman was the love of his young years, the mother of his child, and his second chance now.
He wasn't sure what the future was going to hold, but whatever it was, he knew he wanted Elena in it.
He never wanted to leave her side again.
With a smile, he kissed her again, longer this time, deeper, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her into the spray with him.
He turned them so that her back was against the wall, and dropped a line of kisses down her face, onto her neck.
With little effort, he lifted her then, trapping her between the shower wall and his body.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted forward, joining them in the most intimate way.
Elena's head fell back, her mouth opening and Damon cherished her reaction as he began to move inside of her.
With each thrust, her back arched and her arms tightened around his neck.
She was the picture of ecstasy as he took her breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue over her nipple, hardening it further.
She moaned her encouragement, and he was momentarily glad that the bathroom was at the end of the house, and far from the reach of teenagers.
He moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, when Elena let her legs slide on his side, her hands pressing onto his shoulder.
Following her lead, he relaxed and her her push him down, until he was sitting on the shower floor and Elena was straddling him, lifting her body, and slamming back down.
He wanted to close his eyes as his pleasure rose, but forced them to stay open so he could enjoy the scene of Elena riding him, her own pleasure controlling her movement.
He let his hands rest on her hips, guiding her as she rolled her hips and he nearly came right there.
He could tell that she wouldn't last much longer though, and he could wait.
A few more pumps of friction, and he watched as Elena came undone above him.
Her head dropped back, exposing her neck and chest as she cried out.
Her breast were firm, stomach clenched, and Damon gripped her, forcing his hips to drive into her so she could ride out her orgasm.
His own hit a second later, and he spilled inside of her, before finally going slack and leaning his back against the wall, Elena falling tiredly onto his chest.
His arms wrapped around her body and he just held her for a moment, the warm water rushing over them both.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so satisfied with life.
Elena finished putting away the leftovers from dinner, and brushed her, now dry, hair out of her face.
She could hear Damon and Christian's laughter echo from the living room as whatever sitcom they were watching delivered a punchline.
She smiled.
Things finally seemed to be settling.
Damon and Chris were getting along better than ever, Chris seemed content with the April situation for the moment, and Kol hadn't made any attempt to talk to any of them, according to Christian, so maybe things would be normal soon.
Or, well, the new normal.
She could certainly get used to Damon being around.
God, she loved that man.
The thought had her freeze.
She loved Damon; she'd told him as much, but the force of it hit her.
She could see a life with him.
Long term.
She couldn't imagine him not being in her living room, watching silly shows with their son before turning in for a night of spooning.
And she knew that Damon would have to fly back to L.A soon.
Her body moved to load the dishwasher while her mind reeled.
What if Damon didn't come back?
Maybe it was a crazy thought, because he'd been nothing but committed to them since finding out about Christian, but there was always the chance...
How was she supposed to let him go again, if it came down to that?
She shook her head.
It wouldn't come down to that.
Damon wouldn't do that to her, and he damn sure wouldn't abandon his son. She may not know everything, but she was sure about that.
Damon loved them.
She just needed to relax and let things play out.
It'll not that bad, she assured herself. Somehow, they'd figure it out.
Slightly more comforted, she placed the last plate into the washer and closed it.
She hit the start button, dried her hands, then walked back to the living room.
"Mom," Chris started as she entered, "Is it okay if Tyler comes over after school tomorrow? He's wanting to see the car."
She nodded, as the both Chris and Damon moved to make room for her on the couch.
"It's fine with me, but the car is more Damon's thing."
She looked over at her lover, as did Chris, "Dad?"
Damon shrugged, "Sure. The more hands the better."
"Great!" Chris beamed, pulling out his phone to, she assumed, text Tyler with the "Ok".
"But homework gets done before car maintenance," Elena noted, giving Chris her best stern look, "Tyler or no Tyler, the rules are the same."
He glanced up at her nodding, "Yes, ma'am."
She turned to the TV then, settling against Damon's chest and he wrapped his arms around her.
She risked a glance up at him and found his gaze was still focused on the show.
He seemed relaxed though, content.
She smiled a little.
Damon had told her over and over that he was here to stay. No need getting worked up over nothing just because of a few insecurities.
She placed a kiss onto his shoulder, and he squeezed her tighter.
They were together. They loved each other.
She had nothing to worry about.
Edward Garrison was beyond annoyed.
Not only had his one source flaked out, but now his editor was blowing up his phone, demanding an article that hadn't yet been written.
He groaned.
Well, it was hard to get information on a topic when the subject has disappeared.
Unfortunately for him, bosses didn't care about things like that.
Especially not here, in Los Angeles.
It was "get results or get out".
Pacing around his desk wasn't helping anything though, so he walked to his chair and sat down, before firing up his laptop.
Surely there had to be something he'd missed.
The industry may be very hush hush about it's celeb locations but no one could just completely disappear.
Besides, if Damon Salvatore was just taking some time off, why wouldn't his location be disclosed.
It's not like he'd be the first singer to do an interview while on vacation.
No...there was something else going on, he was sure of it.
That Saltzman had been way too clipped in their conversation, guarded.
He'd just have to search harder to find the dirt, that's all.
His job depended on it, after all.
He sighed, logging in online and pulled up his most trusted search engine.
He looked for any updated news on Damon Salvatore, as he had only days ago and expected to draw, as he had then, another blank.
However, he got a surprise, and couldn't help but think that luck must finally be on his side.
Headlining, posted two days prior, a video tagged with Damon Salvatore.
He clicked it eagerly, and a recording, clearly done by phone, revealed Damon on a small stage, singing some hit that half the crowd knew and were singing along to.
Well this was something.
His attention was immediately drawn to the banner strung up on the stage that read "Mystic Falls Annual Fall Festival".
Hmm, Mystic Falls.
He remembered that name from his research.
Salvatore's hometown.
He grinned, as the next song in the video began to play.
Looked like he'd find his story after all.
He opened a tab and pulled up the LAX landing schedule, idly wondering if paying the extra money for the Red-Eye flight would be worth it, if it got him to Virginia even earlier.
Yuuuup, another cliffy ;) well kind of.
Maybe foreshadowing is a better word...annnyway, please review and let me know what y'all thought! ;)
Hope you enjoyed, and Merry Christmas!
My gift to you ;)