I'll love you in the morning when you're still hung-over; I'll love you in the morning when you're still strung out. I'll love you in the morning; I'll love you in the morning. - Bloc Party; Sunday.
"Can I open my eyes yet Damon?" Elena questioned.
She was impatient and she was eager, actually she was verging on desperate. Damon had said he had a surprise for her, and of course she was unbelievably eager to find out what this gift was and to receive it. Damon had randomly woken her up this morning with a huge smile on his face and promises of a surprise that would make her love him forever, though obviously that was already a given. So Elena had quickly dressed and they'd hopped into Damon's car, driving right to the outskirts of the city. Damon had stopped the car and then they'd walked, and a few minutes ago, Damon had covered her eyes, telling her to get ready.
"Mmmmhmmm" he replied lazily "In a minute 'Lena just let me…"
She heard him fumbling with something that sounded suspiciously like a gate and then walked her forwards a few more steps.
"Right darling, go ahead; open them" Damon purred in her ear, breath hitting her softly, making her forget for a moment about her surprise.
Elena's eyes flew open and she was greeted by the sight of a front-door, a beautiful, red front door with a small stain glass panel in the centre and the number 303 emblazoned in gold in the right hand corner. Elena's forehead furrowed in confusion, why had Damon taken her here? Were they stopping here before they got to Elena's surprise? Maybe…oh! This, this was Damon's surprise for her. He'd brought this place for her, for them. She let her eyes roam over the exterior of the tiny house. It was painted a delicate white colour and the upstairs windows were open, revealing billowing white curtains. There was an attic room with a stain glass window that matched the panel in the front door. It was tiny; attached to other houses on either side which had houses attached to them; forming a street full of houses. It was old, and so perfect that Elena felt tears spring to her eyes; he'd done this for her. This place was for them, a place for them to start their life together; this place was the start of something beautiful. She turned to face Damon.
"I…" She was struck completely and utterly speechless, this was the nicest most perfect thing anyone had ever done for her.
Damon just smiled and spun her round fully, so she got a view of a tiny, quaint front garden. She envisioned it after she got her hands on it; there would be flowers everywhere and a table and two chairs; one for her, one for Damon. She was brought out of her thoughts by Damon, dangling a set of keys in front of her face. She grabbed them, and then bounded up the steps to the front door, when she promptly opened it, revealing a small hallway. She walked in, Damon hot on her heals, then took a deep breath; breathing in the slightly musty smell of the house that was now hers; theirs. She was about to turn the corner, into the living room when she heard a cough from the doorway. Damon was standing there, smiling slightly apologetically.
"Invite me in then!" He laughed, a grin spreading across his features.
"Hmmm, maybe if you ask me nicely, I might" She joked back, enjoying his laughter.
"Please may I come in Elena? I'll make it worth your while" He asked, his crooked grin turning seductive.
She couldn't resist him when he looked at her like that, his face looked like the work of angels, although, no angel should ever be looking at someone like that.
"Come in Damon"
He was in front of her in second, arms circling her waist, lips crashing down on hers. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, her feet lifting off the floor. He crashed them into the front door, her back hitting it hard, they remained there for a few minutes, entangled together. After a while pulled away slightly so Elena could get her breath back.
"Damon, what was that for?" She questioned breathily, a loved-up smile lifting her lips.
"I missed you" He replied simply, and she had missed him too, missed the feel of his hand in hers when he was outside and she was in the house.
He took her hand and led her into the living room. It was nearly empty, but Elena liked that; liked the possibilities this room had, she could decorate it however she wanted, she could imagine the pictures of her and Damon sitting on the fireplace and a cosy couch where they could cuddle up in the evenings. Light streamed in through the large bay windows, giving the whole room a bright and happy feel. Next came the tiny kitchen which also doubled as a dining room. They bounded up the stairs, Elena tripping as Damon grabbed her waist and slapped her butt. They were both roaring with laughter by the time they reached the second floor. She saw the bathroom; clean and white with a large free-standing tub that she was eager to try out, perhaps not alone. Next was a sort of storage room, that she could imagine being filled up with Damon's books; he would no doubt be buying more of those ancient damned things after they moved in, they could even get a couch in there and make it a real library; the possibilities were endless.
Her breath caught in her throat as they went up the next flight of stairs to the top floor. There was only one room up there; a bedroom. There was a large double bed in the centre, a cushy looking white duvet covering it, but that wasn't the thing that made her heart skip a beat, no; it was the rose petals that Damon had sprinkled over the bed. The only other things in the room were a large walk-in wardrobe where Elena and Damon could put their clothes; together and a large painting of a sunset that hung over the bed. She surveyed the perfect room once more, and then turned to gaze at Damon.
"I saw it when I was out one night after you'd fallen asleep. It was for sale, and I couldn't resist. Do you like it?" He asked, a modest smile gracing his features.
"I love it, thank you Damon"
He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed a soft kiss on her lips; a kiss that was as lazy as just a brush of lips, but it didn't matter, because they had the time. Everything had been rushed at first; running away and getting engaged, but now they had this place, there was no rush at all, they could go as slow as they liked, everything was going to be as easy as breathing from now on. Damon collapsed down on the bed, pulling her with him. Elena's back hit an impossibly soft mattress and the scent of roses swirled around, making her head swim deliciously. Damon hovered over her, positioning himself between her spread knees, their proportions perfect for each other. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and Elena gasped at his beauty as the multi-coloured lights being thrown off the stain glass window hit his hair and skin, making him look too stunning for this world, or any for that matter.
"Are you ready for your house-warming gift?" he asked, gazing down at her face with that wicked grin twisting his features just right.
She reached her arms up in response, wrapping them around Damon's neck, desperate to feel his lips against hers again. He happily complied; placing sweet kisses on hers lips and jaw, hands lazily sliding under her t-shirt to ghost along her stomach. His lips travelled to her neck, worshipping the slender column and then ever so gently, his teeth pierced her skin. She moaned as he started extracting her blood, the both of them engaging in a love exchange older than time itself. Elena's world imploded, her whole being was infiltrated with love and light, she felt like she was caught in a hurricane, and in the middle of that hurricane was Damon, who was imploring the stars and the comets to fly around her in a delicious heady blur. Damon gently retracted his fangs from her neck, her blood still marring his lips and sunk his fangs into his bottom lip and then kissed her, their blood mixing in Elena's mouth, making her feel as though life as she knew it had ended and she had just died a glorious little death. Damon pulled away, placing one last sweet kiss on her lips and then tugged the bottom of her t-shirt; Elena lifted her arms above her head and helped him rid her of it. Damon hovered above her once again, spreading her hair across the pillow so it sat like a golden halo, red rose petals entwined in the mass.
"I love you Elena" He whispered, eyes suddenly serious "I love you more and more every second"
"I love you too Damon" She took a deep breath "and I'm ready, I don't want to wait anymore"
Damon looked at her, an unfathomable expression on his face, though it was familiar, it was a look that made something deep inside her being tingle in anticipation.
He bent his head again, resting his lips against hers, sharing his breath with her. Elena was hit by a brief sense of déjà vu, as memories of the night in the motel room swam through her head; the night that she had held him. He softly closed his lips on hers in a slow kiss, burning with pent-up desire. His hands softly slid into hers, joining in a hand-hold above Elena's head. His tongue coaxed its way into her mouth, tangling with hers and exploring the familiar territory. His hands left her s and travelled down her back where he expertly unclasped her bra, then gently slid the straps down her shoulders; removing it. He nibbled her bottom lip softly, and then trailed his lips down, past her chin, down her chest until he reached her breasts. He nuzzled them gently, earning a drawn out moan from Elena as she dug her nails into her back. He took her one of her nipples into his mouth and tugged it softly with his teeth, then sucked it softly, soothing it with his tongue. Elena arched off the bed, her fingers threaded into Damon's midnight locks, and she wrapped her legs around Damon's, their bodies flush against each other. Damon gave her other breast the same treatment, turning Elena's mind into something with the consistency of jelly.
Damon moved his lips back up to her shoulders, showering the creamy expanse of skin with kisses, leaving no spot untouched. He teased the spot just above her collar bone, nipping it softly with blunt teeth. He ran his fingers down her stomach, lightly caressing the flat surface with feather light strokes. Elena shivered beneath him, eyes rolling in pleasure. Damon replaced his fingers with his lips and started kissing his way down her body, circling her belly button with his talented tongue. He stopped at her jeans, then deftly undid the button and slid them down her legs. He sat back slightly and gazed down at her, she looked more beautiful to him than ever; her cheeks were flushed pink with pleasure and her lips were swollen from his kisses. He kissed her teasingly as he slipped her panties off, leaving her naked in front of him. She looked like an angel, with the white sheets beneath her.
He once again kissed down her body, taking care to not miss a single centimetre of flesh; every inch of her deserved to be appreciated and praised. He licked the dip of her hips and then showered kisses on her thighs, enjoying the way Elena tensed in anticipation beneath him. He smiled up at her from between her legs, that wickedly beautiful grin stretching his lips. He brought his lips to her in her wet centre extricating a moan from Elena, who gripped the bed sheets and arched her back. Damon lazily stroked her with his tongue, luxuriously lapping inside of her. He was intoxicated with her flavour, he could taste just how much she wanted him, and she would have him, she already had his heart in a way that no other woman had. He continued his efforts, wearing Elena down until the slightest touch of his tongue made her whimper in want. He brought himself back to her lips and kissed her again, more passionately this time, trying to satisfy the hunger burning deep in the pit of his stomach; he needed her. Damon leaned away from her slightly, searching her eyes; needing that final nod of consent because all of this had to be done on Elena's terms and he didn't want her to regret this. Her eyes were fizzling with excitement and a nervous smile graced her lips, and that was what it took. Damon brought his hands to the top of his jeans; undoing the button and his fly, then kicked them off. He rested himself on his elbows, so as to not put any weight on her and then once again sought out her eyes.
"No regrets?" He whispered, looking intently into her eyes.
"None, at all" she answered and then kissed his lips softly.
To reassure him further, she slid her hands to his hips and pushed his boxers down, so he could kick them the rest of the way off. Elena stared at him, she couldn't help ogling; he was beautiful. He looked like an angel or a Greek god, definitely too beautiful to be a mortal. He certainly was God's gift to women and he was all hers. He had the most beautiful body she had ever seen on a man, she couldn't help comparing him to Stefan; Damon was leaner and thinner, his muscles more flat and taught. She had seen Stefan naked even though they hadn't gone all the way, and she had to admit, Damon was bigger in that department. She wrapped her arms around his neck once again gripping him tighter than before and kissed him. The kiss was searing and Elena felt as though her whole body was on fire, every inch of her was touching every inch of Damon. Their skin was rubbing against each other, causing a friction that made Elena's breathing ragged. She placed her hands on his burning chest and let her hands trail down brushing across toned muscle and baby soft skin. They were writhing together on the sheets, legs tangled together, every inch of her touching every inch of him, every touch feeling like an electric shock. Elena felt Damon's hardness pressing up against her and she knew that she was finally ready.
Damon wanted her, he needed her. He wanted to be inside her, connected to her in a way that Stefan or anyone else for that matter had never been. There were no clothes serving as shields and boundaries now, no, only she and he and the wildfire love and chemistry between them. They were meant to be like this, he recalled telling Elena that once, when they were dancing in Blodeuwedd's Ballroom; we were meant to be this way, like two flames that join and merge into one. He had been so right, because right now, he wasn't sure where he ended and Elena began. He felt her open herself up to him, let her aura shine bright, invite him in; she was ready.
He placed soft kisses on her lips, slowly positioning himself at her entrance; they had all the time in the world, there was no need to rush, or waste this moment. This was what he had been waiting for; this was what he had wanted ever since he had first kissed her on that cool morning on the way to the Dark Dimension. He was going to savour this, and remember this moment for the rest of his life. He slipped in slowly, gently, trying to cause the least pain possible. He winced at her soft groan of pain as he finally buried himself fully inside of her, marvelling at how they fit together perfectly; like she was his missing puzzle peace. He paused for a second, kissing her softly as she adjusted herself to his size. Elena's forehead was creased slightly in pain and he kissed the frown lines away, giving her time for the initial pain to die down. He then started to move slightly; he thrusted gently in and out of her, a moan escaping his lips because this was the best ever and he had never imagined that it could be like this. Elena whimpered softly, her nails digging into his back, drawing blood but Damon barely felt it, too wrapped up in this pleasure. He picked up his pace, thrusting harder now, causing Elena to arch up underneath him and wrap her legs around his waist, her whimpers becoming loud moans.
Elena's whole world was on fire, she was burning and she felt like if she was to die right now, then it wouldn't matter, because this was it, she was sure that nothing could ever top this. Damon continued to bury himself inside of her, his hips rocking sensuously. She was close; close to coming undone again, and she wanted it so much, wanted to let Damon bring her the most exquisite feeling ever. She could feel the orgasm building and felt Damon thrust harder, obviously close to his release as well. She moaned loudly, scratching Damon's back, leaving raw, red marks. And then she came, and she was lost in oblivion, she cried out, her body convulsing, she was sure that no one else could ever have felt this way before.
Damon's release was close; he sped up, desperate for the moment when he would come inside of her, making them one, even more than they already were. He growled low in his chest and in that moment, he was neither mortal, nor vampire, just Damon. He moaned loudly, closing his eyes, releasing his seed inside of her, his body was shaking and he felt week and deliciously tired. He felt complete. He collapsed down next to Elena, he twined their fingers together as he gazed up at the stain glass window watching the lights reflect around the room, memorising every single detail of right now, he was going to put this memory away for safe-keeping, take it with him everywhere, keep it forever. Elena turned to face him, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dancing, the sheet wrapped haphazardly around her naked body.
"I'm happy it was you" She said slowly, eyes cast down "I love you Damon, more than anyone"
"God I… I love you too; it's only ever been you"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and twined their legs together, getting as close as she possibly could. They lay there like that, content with the silence, words would just ruin whatever was passing between them right then. After a while they both fell into a peaceful sleep, completely wrapped up in each other.
"Has anyone by the name of Damon Salvatore stayed here recently?" Damon questioned the man at the reception desk.
Stefan had been following leads endlessly since he had found Elena missing, and most of them had been dead ends so far, but this one was promising. He had to hand it to his brother, he sure had been moving quite a lot, not staying anywhere for too long. Stefan had had an amazingly hard time tracking him, asking vampires all over the area if they had sensed him anywhere near; it was a good thing that his brother was infamous; otherwise other vampires would not have kept such a sharp eye out for him and may have missed his presence. But finally after following more dead end leads than he could count, he had finally come across a vampire who really had seen Damon, with a pretty little blond in tow, Elena. So here he was, in some random city at the fifth hotel he had come to.
"Sorry Sir, I can't tell you that, we have customer confidentiality"
Stefan growled slightly at the man.
"You will tell me whether Damon Salvatore has stayed here recently" Damon compelled, staring the balding man straight in the eyes.
"I don't know, I've just started, but you could ask Linda"
Stefan nodded curtly.
"You will get this Linda for me" He compelled again, and watched the man walk into what looked like a staff room. A few minutes later, he emerged with a busty blonde.
Stefan nodded his thanks at the man, and shooed him away with a warning glance. He looked at the blonde and then started his questioning.
"Has anyone called Damon Salvatore stayed here recently?"
"How am I supposed to remember that?" She replied rudely, popping her chewing gum.
"Dark hair, pale skin, slightly shorter than me? He had a blonde with him with blue eyes." He compelled this time, losing his patience with the woman.
"Oh, him, he was gorgeous! That hair, those black eyes and that body! I tried every trick in the book but he was completely whipped on that blonde!"
"So he was here? Do you know where he went?"
"Yeah, but no, I don't know where he went, they just took off one day" She pouted.
Stefan sighed deeply, exasperated at hitting yet another dead end. He coldly thanked the woman, and then stalked outside, where he sent his powers out as far as they would go; searching the area for his brother's aura. He had no luck; he didn't even get a glimpse of Damon's aura and had absolutely no idea where he was. Stefan continued walking; searching for another vampire, hopefully this one would know where Damon was, and then Stefan could get his girl back.