Title: Happy New Year Damon

Author: Angel's blue eyed girl AKA Jenna

Rating: A solid M

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Wish I did, but sadly I only borrow them, play with them and then I have to give 'em back.

A/N: Sorry guys, this was supposed to be out days ago, but we had a severe snow storm here and the cable lines in town literally froze over (it was 30 below at times-yikes!) and the older ones cracked and some actually were so damaged they broke… needless to say, it was a huge mess. I lost my internet and my phone (because it's on the cable line) but at least I still had my TV. Some people lost all 3! Ugh! Like living in the stone ages-right? ;) Anyhow, our service was finally up and running normally today, so I wanted to get this posted ASAP. Thank you to all the lovely people here who have welcomed me back so warmly in either reviews or pm's. I love all the friends I've made here. You're the best. :)

Okay, before I go all mushy, enuff of me. On with the show. Here is the 3rd and final part…

Enjoy.

Part 3: Taking up right where we last left off…

I have her pinned under me in all her leather clad glory, and man! My girl looks glorious—sexy, spectacular and about a thousand other adjectives that come to mind. I have loved a version of this face and body for as long as I can remember, but only Elena has ever truly made me *feel*.

And right now, I'm feeling pretty riled up and it's all her fault. And I freaking love her all the more for it, but it's time for Elena to pay the piper.

"Time to play a new game," I purr softly. "This one's called Damon says…"

Elena's breathing spikes and I watch as her pupils dilate. And I smirk, because I know how excited she is right now. As much as she enjoyed playing the Dominatrix tonight, Elena actually prefers me in control. It's the roles we're comfortable in. We both know it and now that she's had her fun torturing and teasing me…

I'm going to give her the New Year she really wants.

I flip her over so that she's on her belly and I'm straddling her hips, blanketing her back. "Did you have fun, baby?" I whisper in her ear. "Did you enjoy making me beg and plead?"

She has the nerve to giggle and a low growl rumbles through me, but that just makes her grin widen. "It was a blast," she says with more cheek than I can believe considering our positions have very much been reversed.

"Really?" I arch a brow and she nods at me.

"Yeah. Really. What are you going to do about it?" she asks, looking back at me over her shoulder, challenging me with her unrepentant smile and naughty lips.

"Oh Elena…you have no idea when to just be quiet do you?"

She giggles again. "Nope," she says, popping the 'P'.

I bite back my own smile, because really, my girl can give as good as she gets and she knows I love her spunk. However, this is no longer the 'Elena Show'. It's 'Damon says' and I say it's time for her to be quiet. I do a quick search and find the item I'm looking for where she dropped it earlier. My grin is truly evil as I hold up the ball gag. "Well, tonight you will or I'll be forced to use this on you."

Elena's eyes bulge comically and yeah I'm grinning like the Cheshire-Cat right about now.

"Damon…" Her voice is low, full of warning.

"Elena…" I reply, smirking.

"Don't even think about it."

"What, this little lovely was good enough to threaten me with, but it's beneath you?"

She glances up at me under her lashes and just by her expression I can tell she has an answer to this dilemma, one that I'm not going to like. "Fine," she says, "put it on me, but that just means that I won't be able to use my mouth for other…more pleasurable things later. But if that's what you want." She sighs long and hard. "Go ahead. I'm game." And with that she opens her mouth, daring me to put that ugly pink ball in her delectable mouth.

As if I would ever do that!

I chuckle and toss the hideous ball gag aside. "Minx," I mutter. She's successfully called my bluff. Elena's mouth is a wonderful thing. I'd never want it stuffed full of anything other than me. I decide to forget using leather to subdue my girl and simply do what I do best. Seduce her into total compliance willingly, because I'm just that good.

I run my hands up her back, gliding my palms along the leather and lace of her corset. I have half a mind to just rip the ties keeping it fastened around her, but don't. I'm kind of in love with this outfit and don't want to ruin it. I wouldn't be totally adverse to Dom Elena coming out to play again. So, instead of tearing it to shreds, I let my hands explore the texture of the garment and her body, running them up the back of her neck to bury themselves into the mass of chocolate hair at her nape. My fingers massage her scalp and she lets out a soft moan and arches into my touch.

Oh yeah, I know what gets Elena going.

"Does that feel good, baby?" I ask, rubbing my cheek along her much softer one. Elena loves my stubble, and although it takes time, I can grow a decent five O'clock shadow that never fails to turn her on.

"Mmmm," she sighs, undulating under me and that delicious ass of hers is up high, nudging my newly invigorated erection.

Her position under me, on her knees reawakens the primitive side of my nature and the urge to dominate her hits me hard and fast. My fangs drop and Elena's breathing hitches at that little *snick*; she knows what I want—she wants it too. In this we are now totally in sync and ready to play again.

I wrap my hand in her luxurious mane of hair and tug her head back, exposing her graceful neck to the predator in me. Elena moans softly and a growl erupts from within my chest. Fuck! I can smell how aroused she is and it's making my head spin. I bury my face in the side of her throat, my breathing a bit ragged as I inhale the aroma of Elena's blood, sweat and desire. It's a heady combination and I can't help myself. I need a small taste.

My name escapes her lips in a whimpering gasp as I lick her, scraping my fangs along the throbbing pulse at the base of her throat. I'm hard as a rock, all my vampire senses are on overdrive and the more she moves under me, the more the animal within me wants to escape and take what she's so willingly offering.

She tilts her head to the side, giving me an all access pass to what I consider the 'Holy Grail'; her blood.

"Damon, please." She looks to me over her shoulder and our eyes meet. Everything she's feeling is right there in those expressive doe eyes and I'm blown away by what I see shining there. "It's okay. I trust you," she says and there it is…

I fall in love with her all over again.

It's an eloquent moment, because I know for a fact she never offered my brother this side of herself. If she had—well, let's face it, Elena wouldn't still be around to give me the gift of her blood, her body and her love. Stefan may have the hero hair and the hundred years of broody remorse, but he's a far cry from the poster child for control.

No. This gift is for me and me alone. "Mine."

I don't realize I've actually spoken it out loud until she replies in kind. "Yes," she agrees, breathlessly "yours."

It still amazes me sometimes, but I never tire of hearing it. Elena is finally mine. I look down at her, she's ready, needy and altogether eager for me to claim what is mine.

I have never felt more possessive in my life.

Before I even consciously make the decision, I'm tearing those sexy peek-a-boo panties right off her gorgeous body and tossing them over my shoulder, totally uncaring where they land. Elena makes a desperate little sound that goes right to my dick and shit! I'm on autopilot; the only phrase running through my head is want-take-have! I slide my hand between her thighs and groan when I find her dripping wet. Two fingers slip right in and she just erupts, keens and convulses around my fingers. I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood because I do this to her. Her intense reaction only jacks up my response to the nth degree. Normally I'd spend an hour making her come for me over and over before getting down to doing the dirty, but I can't wait any longer, and by the looks of her, neither can my girl.

"Damon! Hurry! I need you," she pants, her voice taking on that demanding whine that just makes me freaking crazy.

I grunt in response. As if I'm lollygagging at this point?! Hell, I'm not even trying for smooth anymore. Finesse—what finesse? I'm like a tweeny-bopper with his first crush, and right now I'm so fucking eager I'm literally shaking with it. Sex with Elena is like (what I imagine) mainlining GHB would feel like—pure fucking adrenaline charged ecstasy! And I've got myself in hand and heading for the promised-land without another thought to any further foreplay. I'd actually be embarrassed by my hideous lack of control if I actually gave a rat's ass, but I can't and I don't. My need for her outweighs pride or ego. It simply is. And all I can do is go with it.

And when I slide right in as if I've always belonged, our cries of pleasure blend together and become one, just as our bodies become one. I'm only half aware of apologizing to her with a muttered, "sorry baby, this is going to be hard and fast."

And as always, Elena surprises me by pushing back into my first thrust and ordering me to just "fuck her already!"

Have I mentioned how much I freaking love this girl?

I grab her hips with both hands and it's on. I may be head over heels for the girl, but I've still had over a hundred years of sexual experience under my belt, my body just knows what to do; together Elena and I create the perfect rhythm. Sweet and sultry turns into throbbing chords of harmonious Shangri-La; it beats its way into your soul. The pulsing waves of bliss build between us with every movement, rising into a crashing crescendo of vibrant music that takes your breath and leaves you soul-shaken and swearing you've found God.

Elena is my religion and in her arms I die a thousand little deaths each and every time we're together. It's a utopia of perfect happiness and when I sink my fangs home, her blood hits my palate and I think maybe I've found heaven after all. Her body bucks under me and I know she's coming hard. She always does when I bite her; it's spectacular! The sheer nirvana of Elena's orgasm filled blood sends my brain into an overload of endorphins and I'm done. I hold her tight, my body shivering like an addict in need of a fix as I'm inundated with a rapture so intense I swear I'm spouting wings and soaring into the heavens. When it finally ebbs and I'm utterly spent, floating back down to earth on the proverbial cloud nine, in her arms is where I finally find peace.

And yeah, I should probably have my man card retracted for uttering something so corny it belongs in a chick-flick, but in my defense…the sex really is just-that-good!

******D&E******

Many hours later in the kitchen of the boarding house:

She fidgets as I make her dessert. It's adorable really.

"More hot fudge," she says and I roll my eyes, but give her another dollop just the same.

"Mmm, looks yummy." And then she stretches and the black button down (one of mine of course) she's adopted for the night rides up to the very top of her thighs, distracting me.

Yes she does, (look yummy) I think to myself, but I manage to ignore my baser instincts. At least for now. But it looks like maybe she can't. I'm dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms, sans shirt and while the kitchen island is separating us, she's eating me alive with her eyes. Elena can't get enough of me tonight and I smirk as add the whip cream to her hot fudge sundae. I made good use of the strawberries and whip cream she provided for us earlier, but the hours of hot, sweaty sex that followed worked up my girl's appetite and it was either make her a sundae of her own downstairs or become one upstairs. I'm all for hot and sticky sex, but I'm too much of a neat freak to have chocolate sauce all over my Egyptian cotton sheets. I managed to talk her into continuing our little love fest in the kitchen where the mess would be far better contained and appreciated.

"You're staring," I tell her as I add the finishing touch, a ripe red cherry.

"I am," she concedes. "It's because I'm hungry."

"Patience—"

She laughs. "Is not a virtue either of us possess, so forget it."

I shrug because she has a point and I'm not going to argue the matter. "Something to feed your endless appetite," I tell her handing her the sundae.

"Maybe that's not all I'm hungry for," she says and then she picks up the cherry and sucks it into her mouth, making an obscenely delightful sound as she plucks the ripe fruit from its stem.

My dick is immediately on point and taking notice. It looks like she's not the only one who can't seem to get enough tonight.

"Elena…" I warn. Letting her know with a look that if she keeps that up I'll have her spread eagle on the island counter in no time and we'll be going for round (5 or is it 6?) in the kitchen where anyone and everyone could discover us!

She has the nerve to giggle and then dip her finger into the messy goo of whip cream and fudge. Her eyes capture mine just as she slides that decadent finger in between her lush, swollen lips, and to make matters worse, her tongue sweeps out to sample a bit first. She never plays fair! And I can't stop the little groan that escapes me when she swirls it around her finger, licking up the fudge and cream in a manner that would make even the worst sinner blush. Or get hard. Which for me is the latter.

"I warned you," I tell her, flaring my eyes and wriggling my brows as I start to make my way around the island. "But you just don't listen. Do you?"

"Nope. Never do," she replies, standing her ground. And damn it if she doesn't pop that 'P' with a smirk that I probably should be proud of, considering she learned it from yours truly.

I ease up to her and let my hands settle on her hips, just underneath the edge of my John Vervatos dress shirt. She's not wearing any panties and fuck me! I'm hopelessly addicted to her. No panties is all it takes and I'm hefting her up so that her sexy little butt is perched on the edge of the island and I'm sliding my hips between her spread thighs; ready, willing and more than able to take this party to the next level immediately. Elena wraps her legs around me, urging me on and that's all the encouragement I need. Hot fudge sundaes (while tempting) are easily forgotten in the onslaught of newly awakened (or is it unquenchable?) lust.

She tunnels her hands through my hair and brings my mouth to hers and we're lost. Kissing for Elena and I is like crack for an addict. Once we get a taste—we can't stop. As our mouths mate in a ritual as old as time, Elena uses her heels to push my pajama bottoms down, uncovering my ass and enabling my ever present erection to spring free. And of course (like a good little slave) it seems to seek her out instantly. The height of the counter and my cock are on an even scale and I don't even have to stop kissing her to get busy. It's ridiculously easy and all it takes is one push and I'm buried deep inside her once again.

"Fuck!" I curse softly, hissing a little at how hot she is inside and how it affects me.

She burns me in the most delicious way—literally, each and every time. Since we've been together, I've noticed Elena's temperature always seems to run at an overheated 99.9. I don't know if she's like that because she's a doppelganger or if she just runs a little warmer than the average human. And at times (like now) when she's really worked up, she's so hot, it feels like she's on fire inside; to my vampire senses, it's shocking. But I love it. She's the fire that compels me and like a good little moth, I'd happily die going up in flames as long as I could do it in between her legs and within her arms.

"Damon…" she moans and her nails score down my back, digging in and drawing blood as they scrape across the marks she's given me already, faint but still visible from earlier in the evening. I hardly notice. All I hear is her telling me, "So good. It's always so-so good."

I can only nod. Words are beyond the scope of my brain's capabilities at the moment. I grab her under her thighs, lift her an inch higher and bury my face in my favorite place—her neck as I drive upwards, slamming into her and catapulting both of us into that place that only lovers know. The single-minded race to complete and utter loss of self and senses.

And it doesn't take long. Elena has been poised to go all night, and all it takes is a few aggressive thrusts and my fingers stroking that tiny pearl between her legs and it's all bells and whistles and fireworks as she clenches around me the most ridiculously delicious fashion. Of course, her orgasm triggers my own and within minutes we're both riding the sizzling tail end of blissful completion, gasping each other's names as our frenzied movements slow, shifting gears from high velocity pump action throttle to lazy thrusts and languid, open mouthed kisses of the sated and replete.

It's perfect, that is until my blissful state is shattered by the one thing I swore I'd never hear during sex ever again.

"Oh. My. God."

I glance up and groan out loud when I see Caroline standing in open mouthed shock in the doorway and just like her voice, seeing her is enough to drag me from my euphoria—like nails on a chalk board—it ruins my high.

"You two are too much! Don't you ever stop?" she huffs, but doesn't move.

And I'm doing my best not to snarl. Because, hello! I'm still inside Elena and while I'd love to extract us from this oh-so-awkward moment, if I try and move… Well, let's just say Caroline is going to see more of me than either of us ever want her to see again, so I stay put.

To my surprise, Elena isn't at all flustered. She grins up at me and I swear I see a little bit of the devil sparkling in those deep brown orbs when she tells Caroline to "give her a minute."

Caroline huffs out another breath, mutters something about us being sex fiends, but thankfully marches away—to spread the tale of our decadent ways, I'm sure, but I could care fucking less. Let her tell the whole gang. Stefan will only go green with envy, Tyler probably barks when he comes and Matt—ha! I smirk. From what I've gathered I could draw him a map of Elena's erogenous zones and he'd still get lost! So I'm not really worried about the peanut galleries' reaction. It's Elena's that I'm a little unsure of.

Elena draws me from my musings by wrapping her legs tighter around my hips and pulling me even closer. I gasp when her inner muscles clamp down around me. I'm stunned at her blasé attitude about getting caught in-flagrante by her BFF and my expression must show it, because my girl giggles again.

"Well, I did promise you a New Year's you'd never forget…" she says with a shrug. "Although I didn't exactly have Caroline in mind when I made that promise."

Her statement is such a un-Elena-like thing to say that I'm stumped for a moment. Where's the tears, the remorse? The Elena drama?!

"I love you, Damon," she tells me, ending my inner diatribe. "And if Caroline didn't know it before. She sure as hell does now!"

And just-like-that my heart swells and I laugh. I think (for what? The 5th time tonight) I just fell for Elena all over again.

I open my mouth to tell her 'I love her too', but find I'm (for the first time ever) a little choked up and speechless. I swallow thickly, but she just shakes her head and kisses me. I don't need to say it. She knows. She's always known.

After a moment of just holding each other, we ease apart and rearrange our clothes. Elena spies her abandoned sundae and picks it up, along with the spoon I'd set aside for her use. As she scoops up a bite of the half-melted treat, she allows her eyes to roam my half naked form. "Still hungry…" she says, licking up the ice cream on her spoon, but her eyes are on me. And it's not just the sundae she's eating.

And despite being totally satisfied, her words have the desired effect and wow! Vampire stamina is testing all theories and boundaries tonight! But then I remember our little welcoming party and I shake my head at her. "We—you have guests right now. Or did you forget?"

"I didn't forget," she says and dips her finger into the sundae again. "I just don't care." And then to my eternal delight she spreads that delicious mixture of ice cream, whipped topping and fudge along her chest and down between her breasts. Her brow raises and she bites her lip in that particular way that makes me dead vampire heart skip a beat. "Do you?" she asks softly.

Um… Let me think… Hell no!

In a blur of vamp speed I snatch Elea up in my arms. She squeals with delight, but in her surprise she drops her sundae. I see it falling, but it doesn't matter. I can't hold Elena and save the sundae too. One has to go and it isn't going to be the love of my life I can tell you that! I make my decision and take off in a flash. We're already up the stairs and I'm opening the door to my room when I hear the glass from the sundae cup shatter on the tiled floor of the kitchen. I hear the sound of running feet and then Caroline's "Oh, you've got to be kidding me! I'm so not cleaning that up!" just before I slam the door shut and lock it.

Ditching the houseguest was rude, but it was a shared moment of devilry and in that mischievous moment, when I look down at Elena, all the words I couldn't say just a few minutes ago come to my lips easily. Actually, I don't think I could have stopped them. "I love you," I whisper and it's so true. I've never meant those words like I do now. I thought I loved Katherine, but I never knew what the word meant. Until Elena.

Katherine may have captured my interest, but she was just the bait that led me to Elena. I know that now. Just as Stefan led her to me. The fatalist in me knows Elena is my destiny. As I am hers. And for once I'm not being selfish with her by taking what she's offering. I may not deserve her, but she's mine and I'm hers.

Her smile is beaming as she cups my face in her gentle hands. "Happy New Year, Damon."

My breath catches and holds. "Happy New Year, Elena. And to the many more we'll share after this one."

I see her eyes widen and I almost bite my tongue for bringing up what has (until now) been a taboo subject. Elena becoming a vampire. We stare, the silence in the room lengthening. I see her searching my face and I tell myself to let it go. Don't push her for an answer. Just take whatever time I have and be grateful, but I can't. I want to know she's in this with me forever and just as I open my mouth to ask, something in her face shifts too…like she's just realized something important. Her eyes widen and in that moment we both know. My mouth closes with a snap because I don't have to ask anymore…it's not a matter of if (like with Stefan) it's a matter of when Elena will turn. I know it's something she's said she doesn't want, but I can see it in her eyes—it's different now. With me, it's different.

She nods. And like it is with everything Elena does, once she's set it in her mind, she's committed. "And many—many more to come…" she says, in her own way promising me forever.

My knees go a little weak at that and I sit down on the edge of my bed, Elena in my lap. I look down at her, this girl I love and I'm humbled. We rushed up here for some more hot and kinky sex, but I find myself just wanting to hold her for a minute. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and just drink her in for a second. She smiles and I find myself smiling back. Not my normal smirk or snarky grin, but a real honest to God smile and I realize (shockingly) I'm utterly happy and content.

"I want to make a lifetime of memories with you, but I can wait. Take each day and be happy," I say softly. "I waited a hundred and fifty years for Katherine—I'd wait an eternity for you." I stroke my thumb across her lips. "When you're ready…" I let the sentence hang, but we both know what I mean.

"I'd like to at least be 21," she says, taking my hand and kissing my palm. "I don't want to be Stefan and have to compel every bartender I meet just to get served a drink."

"That didn't stop you in Georgia," I remind her teasingly.

She bites my thumb just as teasingly. "And having a witch who wanted you back in her bed serving my drinks didn't help that along at all. Right?"

I pause and we both flinch as I visibly see her recall what I did to Bree, even though she never saw it.

"Elena…" I start, but she places her finger over my lips, silencing whatever excuse I was going to muster up.

"No. I know who you are, Damon. I know what you've done. And even when I don't agree with your decisions, I still love you and trust you. I know you'll always protect me first and foremost, and that—more than anything, will keep me alive to see my 21st birthday."

She's right. Stefan would foolishly let her die if she demanded it or something equally as asinine. Not me. I'd protect Elena despite her wishes.

"So…21 huh?"

She nods. "It'll be a year I'll never forget."

I fall back on the bed with her on top of me. This time my grin is all about the wicked and I let my hands follow the lascivious path my mind is taking as I cup her perfect ass in my hands. "Count on it. I may even let Dominatrix Elena come back out to play."

She slides up my body, wriggling until her leg is in between both of mine. "Oh, Dom Elena will be making an appearance long before that, lover." And with that she leans forward to nip at my lips. "Count on that."

I realize I've created a monster. And I love it!

"Elena," I tell her bringing her head down to mine, "don't threaten me with a good time, baby."

And with those words we ring in the New Year all over again and then again and then just because we can't get enough of each other—we ring it in again.

And later when the sun is rising and Elena finally passes out (after seriously testing my stamina) I realize my girl did give me a New Year I'd never forget. And it wasn't just because of all the hot, mind-melting sex—though that was a major plus. No. The never forget part of the night was when Elena made me believe in happy endings. I never saw one for myself, but her love made me see it was possible… and that is something that I will never, ever forget.

So yeah. 'Happy New Year Damon…and many-many more to come.' That's what she said and I keep it on a loop in my head until I start to feel my eyes getting heavy.

Elena cuddles closer and I wrap my arms around her, smiling and all I can think is Happy New Year to me.

I chuckle softly as I imagine Ric's face when he hears about this.

Thinking of Ric's reaction actually causes my smile to falter and my brows to lower. I realize my buddy might not be as happy as I am about this news. Ah fuck! Who am I kidding? He's going to be pissed as hell! And yeah, I see a brawl in my near future…

Shit!

I sigh and bury my nose in Elena's hair. My smile comes back and the last thing I'm thinking before I start to fade off into sleep is…It was so worth it.

********D&E******

The End

Yay! Finally done. I can scratch this one off my list. ;)

I want to say thank you to everyone who has taken the time to R&R this fic. I know I've been gone a very long time, but I was so happy to see at least a few people still remember me here. :) I am presently working on finishing the fics I have here that are incomplete, so I will not be coming up with anything new as of right now, but hopefully, I'll have another fic finished soon. Take care and drop me a line…

Hugs,

Jenna