Chapter is rated "M"! Just warning you people! Don't read if you got a problem with Damon sexiness! :)
Two weeks later, and Damon was offically comfortable with the idea of him and Elena. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this, happy. He didn't think it was possible to love someone this much, and was shocked to find that it didn't even begin to touch the affections he'd had for Katherine all those years ago. Elena had claimed his heart in a way no one else had been able to, and he didn't have a single complaint.
Elena had returned to school, and tried to get a bit of a schedule back. She all but lived at the Salvatore house now, spending every night curled up next to him. Ric, who was hesitant at first, when he and Elena had explained the story, was beginning to relax some. He wasn't too keen on Elena wanting to have the children, she was only eighteen, but he respected that it was her choice. That Damon was her choice. Ric had forgiven him for the whole neck snapping thing, but he had the feeling it was more for Elena, than for him, though Ric did seem to think Elena was having a positive affect on his drinking buddy. Hell, even Damon himself could admit that Elena was changing him, and he was better for it. Blondie was a little harder to get on board with the whole idea, but Elena had called a girls night, and aparently her and the witch had gotten Caroline to come around, even though she wasn't all too happy, about Damon, the children, or the vampire idea. Bonnie seemed to be okay with it though, which surprised him, especially when Elena let her in on the whole becoming a future vampire plan. Maybe everything would work out after all.
He smiled, staring up at the ceiling, as he realized that for once in over a hundred years, he had hope in something. He heard the water shut off in his bathroom, as Elena had been taking a shower, and he waited for her to appear. Only after a few minutes of quiteness, he got a little uneasy.
"Elena...?"
"...Yeah." She answered back, her voice off.
"Is everything okay in there?"
"Um...actually, could you come here?" She sounded slightly worried, which put him on edge.
He opened the bathroom door. "Elena, if it's just a spider, I'm going to seriously think about getting ang-"
His sentence hung when he took in the sight before him. Elena, in absolutley nothing, her towel dried hair falling across her shoulders.
"Elena...?"
She smiled at him, "Well I had to get you in here some way."
He gave her a scolding look, that she brushed off.
"I want you Damon." she told him, flat out, stepping closer to wrap her arms around his neck.
"We've been sleeping in the same bed for weeks now, you kiss me, and hold me, but you don't touch me. You love me, and I love you. There's no off-limits sign anymore, Damon." She ran her hands down his chest, openning his button-up shirt as she did so, "Besides, we might as well practice before the full moon, it comes at the end of the month you know."
He sighed, letting his gaze roam over her apreciatively.
"You really want this? I wanted you to be ready, and I didn't want you to feel pressured." He explained, standing still as she let her hands roam over his body.
"Oh, stop being a gentleman, Damon. I told you I want you, and it's obvious you want me," she pointed out, feeling his erection against her stomache. Leaning forward, she kissed his soft spot, and he was lost to her.
He picked her up and slammed her into the wall, almost forgetting not to use his extra stregnth. But if she was hurt, she wasn't showing it. Her mouth came down on his full of heat and desire. Using his lips to hold her in place against the wall, he let his hands finally feel all that he'd been denied. Elena moaned when his hands skimmed over her breast, and all but bit down on his lip when his fingers trailed down far enough to feel her wetness. She was already turned on. He picked her up, carring her to his, well, their bed.
She pushed the shirt off of his shoulders, and managed to unbuckle his jeans, before he took over, trailing hot kisses all down her body. He ran his tounge across one of her nipples, earning a moan, and took it into his mouth, teasing, before doing the same to the other. Elena was alive under him, squirming, and moaning her pleasure. She almost wimpered when he stopped, but he had an idea. Kissing her quickly, he turned her body, so they were both on their sides, her back against him. She didn't know what Damon was doing, but she trusted that he knew more about pleasuring people than she did, so she went along with all he signaled for her to do. He pulled her top leg over one of his, opening her for him, and began kissing her shoulders, down her arm, and back up her neck, she leaned her head back, fiting it perfectly against his collarbone. He reached around then, teasing her breast again while his mouth suckled on the soft skin of her neck. Then his hand trailed down her stomache, reaching the place she wanted him the most. She bit her lip when he slid a finger against her center, but couldn't hold back the moan when he finally slid a finger into her. He knew exactly where to touch to make her go crazy, that added to the feeling of his desire pressing into her back, was bringing her close, and she could feel the intensity building. He could too, apparently, as he slowed, before pulling away from her. He let her calm down for a moment, before laying her back on her back, and making his way down her body. He replaced his fingers with his tongue and she was practically screaming. He kind of liked the fact that Elena was loud, it told him exactly how much she enjoyed this. And in all the nights she'd stayed over in the past, she'd never screamed for Stefan, his male pride had to note. Feeling her body on the edge again, he stopped the act, not wanting her to orgasm just yet. She groaned in frustrations, causing him to laugh a little.
He stood up, in order to pull his pants all the way off, but Elena beat him too it. In merely seconds, she was off the bed, pulling his jeans and underwear down his body, and dropped to her knees in front of him. He knew what she was about to do, but even a warning, couldn't have prepared him for the heaven that was Elena's mouth. She enveloped him completely, taking as much of him as she could in, and working the rest with her hand, creating a rythmic motion that he enjoyed all too much. He layed back his head, trying to remain standing against the pleasure. She swirled her tongue around him, and it wasn't long before he was feeling his own need building. Not wanting it to end there, he pulled her back up his body, and she smiled before pulling him to her again. There lips refused to be seperated as they fell back on the bed, their hands all over each other. Damon settled between her hips and feeling her wet center brush against his erection was almost more than he could take. Finally, he detached himself from her delicious mouth, and questioned her with his eyes. She nodded, and he entered her, slowly pushing in, until he filled her completely. God, she was tight. And the image of her flushed face, head fallen back, mouth open, almost had him cumming on the spot. He took a second to gain control before sliding out of her, and thrusting back in. The movements weren't slow, but nor were they hurried. He kept up a constant speed, just enjoying the feeling of Elena under him, of being inside of her. Her nails scraped at his back, and into his hips when she gripped him tighter. He knew they wouldn't last long, but he planned on riding it out for all it was worth. He could tell when the orgasm hit her. Her whole body convulsed, and her walls clenched around him. Her nails drew blood on his shoulders, and she threw back her head again, screaming his name. He only lasted a few more thrust before his own world shattered into a thousand shards of the sweetest pleasure and he collapsed over her.
They laid there for a moment, him still inside her, their arms around each other, and their sweaty bodies, spent against each other. Finally, afraid his weight was too much for her little body, he pulled out of her and rolled over, pulling her into his side.
"Wow," she grinned up at him, still catching her breath.
"Impressed?" he asked jokingly.
"Let's just say that while the sex with you was amazing in the 1800's, it still had nothing on that."
"I've had a hunded years to perfect my technique."
She laughed, wrapping her arm around his middle.
"Well, that whole idea worked better than I thought."
"Oh, you mean your plan to seduce me?" He asked with a grin.
She smiled sheepishly. "Well one of us had to make a move!"
He chuckled, kissing her again.
Then, still kissing him, she climbed atop his naked body. Feeling her curves had him hard again in no time, and he watched in amazement, and pure satisfaction, as Elena took him in her hands, and sank down onto him.
He usually never let the girls take him this way. All the sex was controlled by him, never the girl. He'd learned from that mistake with Katherine, but he trusted Elena, and loved the feeling of her riding him. He closed his eyes, allowing her to control the thrust, resting his hands on her hips. He came slower than the first time, but the pleasure was just as wonderful, as it was followed directly by Elena's moan of satisfaction when she came on him a second time. She pulled off of him, but still remained straddling him. Using his hips he pushed her forward, so she fell onto his chest. Laughing, she kissed him, and then nuzzled her head into the curve of his neck. He wouldn't mind spending every night like this. Just holding this beautiful woman as the exhaustion of their love making finally took over them.
After that night, it was hard to keep his hands off of her. And she was very agreeable, though he'd wondered if she'd ever gotten sore, as some of their love making was rougher than average. But he had learned that she prefered it that way. She was most turned on by the animalistic side of their sex, though she also enjoyed the slower, passionate, times too.
And Damon had decided that there was no better feeling than waking up with a satisfied, naked, and thoroughly 'fucked' looking Elena, still sleeping in his arms.
And she was definately someone who could keep him satisfied for the rest of their never ending lives. In more ways that in the bedroom. Elena was completely fine with spending every free moment with him. If she wasn't at school or sleeping, then she was in his arms: reading, watching Tv, simply talking. Or she was in his bed, crying his name as he drove her to each peak, higher and higher. They had also taken to spending time at her house in the afternoons. So she could see Jeremy and Alaric, even though she saw Ric at school too. He'd had to give her up twice more to Bonnie and Caroline for their "girl time", but he was okay with that, as it made Elena happy.
With the new way his life had shaped, it felt like no time at all before it was the night of the full moon. They made all the arrangements with Bonnie, and she was going to meet them that night, when the moon neared it's apex. Dark settled, the moon rose, and the witch arrived. Damon took Elena's hand and led her out to the yard, where they would do the spell. She hugged Bonnie when she walked over with the book.
"Thank you so much, Bonnie. You're the best for doing this, honest."
Bonnie smiled at her friend. "Just be sure this is what you want Elena, what will make you happy."
Elena grinned at Damon, before answering. "It's what I want."
Bonnie nodded before setting up. Candles were lit and spread across the gravel, Elena and Damon sat next to Bonnie, who held the book open in her lap.
"Okay, do you have the vervain?" She asked, and Elena held up a syringe of its liquidized state.
"Good. Damon, you have to inject yourself, then I'll do the spell."
"This is gonna suck." He muttered, taking the dart from Elena.
"Thank you," she whispered, and he kissed her lightly.
"I'll be okay, lets just get this done." He stuck the needle into his arm, wincing at the pain.
Bonnie began immediately, as Damon fell back into Elena.
"Paulus, vocat te.
Ligatis cum corpore, animo
Continent illa essentia denegatum fuit vos
Noctis monstrum sit alligata, in te et per te.
Simul hoc castrorum ad tempus et ad cavernas in qua vocati estis."
The wind picked up and she continued the chant, the candles flickering, and some being blown out completely. Elena could make out an almost dark haze materializing and sinking over Damon's body. He cried out the moment it touched his skin, and she held him tighter.
A few seconds later and everything stopped.
"Did it work?" Elena asked? Looking down at Damon. He grunted, sitting up, and Bonnie smiled.
"It worked."
"Your sure?" Damon asked, rubbing his arm.
"That much vervain would have kept a vampire down for hours, if not all day. The humanity that you lost is in you now, and vervain doesn't affect humans. You'll counterbalance each other, but remember, it's just for 24 hours." She reminded them.
Elena hugged her again. "Thank you so much."
"You know I'd do anything for you, Elena. But I have to go, I promised Caroline I'd come over and tell her how it went."
"Okay."
Bonnie left and Elena turned back to Damon. "How do you feel?"
"Good," he smiled at her. "It's weird, but I get what Bonnie was saying. It feels almost like I'm human again, I don't feel the cravings anymore. There's no bloodlust."
Elena returned his look of happiness before leading him inside.
"One more time, your sure about this, Elena?"
She nodded, "Are you sure about this, Damon?"
He laughed. "I'm sure. I just know there is no going back once we finish this."
She brought herself up to his lips. "That's what I'm counting on."
She kissed him again, slow and longing.
Damon was glad he still had his vampire speed as he flew them to the bedroom.
I'm over sweetening myself on all of this Delena love :) Review please, I want to hear your thoughts!