Elena:

When I take those first steps into the hotel lobby, my mind is bombarded with memories of my own honeymoon with Damon.
A smile finds it way to my face when I realize that it's been ten years already.

"Up we go." Damon says as he lifts me into his arms bridal style to cross the threshold into our hotel suite.
He sets me down, wraps his arms around me then plants a scorching kiss to my lips.

"I love you, Elena Salvatore." he whispers before dropping a kiss to the shell of my ear. He picks me up again and carries me over to the bed, dropping me down before dropping himself right on top of me. Ever so carefully he starts undressing me. I feel the heat as my body flushes under his intense gaze.

"You don't have to be embarrassed Elena. You're breathtakingly beautiful my love." He proceeds to undress himself before laying atop me. He takes a nipple into his hot wet mouth while tweaking the other with his fingers. His gaze never leaves mine. He descends to where I'm squirming the most. He places a kiss to my most intimate spot. That tongue of his is a gift from the Gods as he sends me rocketing across the galaxy in no time at all. White hot light blinds me as my body quivers with aftershocks. Still breathless, I open my eyes just as he's sliding into me ever so slowly.

"This may hurt, sweetheart. I'll go slow, I promise." he reassures me. I feel a sharp tick which brings tears to my eyes. He halts then kisses my tears away mumbling sweet nothings in my ear. I raise my glistening eyes to him signaling for him to move. Soon I'm matching him thrust for thrust. Before long, we're catapulted one after the other into paradise.

"Ahem. May I help you madam?" The concierge asks.

"My name is Elena Salvatore. I was wondering if my husband has arrived yet? Mr. Damon Salvatore?"

"Oh, yes, the honeymooning couple. Are you the bride? He asks, smiling.

"I'm one of them." I say with a smile.

"Well, our hotel caters to honey... One of them? ..." He asks incredulously.

"Yes, one of them. I bet you're in shock." I say delightfully.

"You still haven't answered my question. Has Mr. Salvatore arrived yet?"

"Um, no, he hasn't," he utters.

"Oh thank goodness. I'm in time then."

"Eh, I hesitate to ask but in time for what...?" he queries.

"You know, this might sound silly to you, but I want to bite his ear and run my fingers through his raven black hair."

"Um, madam. Not in this hotel you don't!"

"Oh! It's perfectly all right," I tease.

"Yes, I'll bet it is. Eh, do you want to tell me all about it?" he asks excitedly.

"Well, that is awfully sweet of you Mr..." I glance at the name on his badge.

"As much as I'd like to continue to visit with you, Mr. Lockwood, I think I need a room so I can freshen up."

"Oh of course. You'll find a lovely powder room in the hotel about six miles down the road," he says, his eyes pointing towards the entrance.

"Oh no. I won't be going that far away." I say.

"Excuse me. I'll be right back with you as soon as I take this phone call.

"Yes John, Mr. Salvatore and his wife are on their way up? Oh, okay, thank you John." I hear him say before he hangs up the phone.

I step back out of sight so Damon won't see me just yet.

Damon:

"Damon, it's beautiful here." Elena gasps in awe of nature's majesty.

This is the first time she's been to Yosemite National Park. My parents used to bring me here every summer. They would rent a cabin so we could spend the week fishing and hiking and picnicking. Summers here were idyllic. I want to share this special place with Elena. We check into our rooms. It would be scandalous to share a room since we're not married yet, a situation I intend to remedy very soon. After we change into comfortable clothes, we head out to explore the park. There are so many things I want to show her. We make our way to Nevada and Vernal falls. We're exhausted by the time we finally get back to the lodge.

"Damon. This place is breathtaking. Thank you for bringing me here. I did a little reading about this place when you mentioned that you wanted to bring me here.

John Muir said, "The mountains are calling and I must go."

"It's really true isn't it?" She asks, smiling.

"Yeah, it is." I tell her then pull her into my arms. I drop a sweet kiss to her lips.

"I love you, Elena."

"Damon, I want to go to our room." Katherine growls startling me out of my reverie.

"Good evening. Are you Mr. Lockwood?" I ask firmly.

"Yes, yes, I'm Mr. Lockwood."

"I have reservations for myself and my wife. I'm Mr. Salvatore."

"You're Mr. Salvatore?" he asks looking a bit befuddled.

"Damon, why is he staring at you like that?" Katherine whispers in my ear.

"I don't know Katherine. Is something wrong Mr. Lockwood?" I say a little perplexed.

"Well if you don't know, I'm certainly not going to be the one to tell you..." Mr Lockwood says sounding a bit displeased.

"Damon, please I want to go to our room." Katherine whines.

"Mr. Lockwood. My wife is tired. Can you please give us the keys to our room."

"So she's one of the brides?" He says still sounding disgruntled.

"What do you mean by that.. one of the brides? Do you have more?" I say more puzzled than before.

"Do you have more? That's what this hotel is worried about. We have a reputation to maintain. I'll have you know!"

"This is my only wife. Now if you'd please show us to our room. My bride is tired." I say firmly.

"Ah..Oh. How about Suite A?" He asks.

"Um, no I don't want Suite A?'

"Why not Damon? I'm want to go to our room!" Katherine says through clenched teeth.

"Mr. Salvatore, Suite A is one of our very best."

"Don't you have any other suites available?" I ask anxiously.

"Suite B is available. It's newly remodeled and painted."

"We'll take it." I say, practically yelling.

"All right Mr. Salvatore. Just sign here." he says handing me a pen.

"Bellhop! Come here. Take Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore to Suite B."

He takes our bags and leads us to the elevators. Katherine and I step in. I'm staring into the lobby when suddenly a woman steps into my line of sight and waves to me. My eyes grow big as saucers. I shake my head and turn my gaze back to her. I practically teeter in the elevator when I lean over following the elevator door as it closes, my eyes never leaving hers.

"Ele..na.. Elena," I whisper, my mouth agape. Suddenly I'm feeling hot, light headed and weak kneed.


Thank you Eva. Thanks again to Charlotte for stepping in last week to update this for me. You can thank her by reading and reviewing her stories. Also a special shout out to my friend Jarka who has also been supporting and encouraging me since my first story. I hope you're all enjoying this story. I'm thrilled by all the reviews, follows and favorites. Please let me know what you think by hitting that review button. I am working on a OS for the TVD Mixing A2A exchange on LJ. It'll be posted here when complete. Thank you all. Until next time...