Ch. 8

I was in awe of the lacey dress; I could hardly pry my eyes off of it. The only thing that broke my stupor was the shrill tone of "tonight" by Enrique Iglesias.

"Ugh I left Tyler and three hours ago, you'd think he have nothing left in him" Caroline sigh exasperated. I laughed.

"Caroline you can say no to him," I reasoned.

"Ya, I can say no to him almost as much as you can say no to Damon." She said, shooting my logic to hell.

"Well last night I told him I wanted to wait until the wedding" I hardly got the sentence out before she started laughing.

"What's so funny about that?" I asked indignantly although I already knew.

"Oh nothing, nothing at all. Good luck with that. Is it working out for you?"

I sighed "No, he's very persuasive. I arrived five minutes before you did today." She laughed loudly and wish me good luck as she left.

-Two weeks later-

I had managed to stay away from Damon for the past two weeks. He was floored when I told him I actually found a dress. And things were heating up at all the tension between us in the house, and not in the good way.

"Elena what the hell is this?" Damon yelled at me from down in the living room.

I had spent all day getting things organized for the reception, meeting with caters and getting table décor ready as well as meeting with bands. The living room suffered as a result, there had to be at least five different tables with various flower schemes that I couldn't decide between. Pretty much the entire downstairs had been transformed into wedding central. Damon had decided that it would be a wonderful idea to fire Karl after his clear disdain for the lack of family presence on his side in the reception, that and Karl wouldn't stop mercilessly hitting on Damon to the point where he insisted on going to Damon's tux fitting and then copping a feel on Damon.

So Karl got the axe and I suffered as a result. I was now in charge of everything and Damon was being no help. Our timeline was crunching away and I was at my wits end.

I had just flopped on the bed in Stefan's old room, which was serving as my room because Damon had proved that he couldn't sleep next to me at night without getting frisky, and the only room in the house he was not comfortable seducing me in anymore was Stefan's room. All of his personal belongings had been moved out, but Damon and I screamed at each other for days about it. He had a problem with it, and I didn't.

"Ugh what now," I groaned. Damon had just come from helping Alaric move his stuff into my old house with Jenna. Apparently it was too difficult to do that when Alaric was here. Personally I think he was already done and just using it as an excuse to leave me to deal with our wedding.

"Elena" He shouted again.

"What," I shouted back agitated.

"Oh so you did hear me, what this hell is all this stuff doing down here?" He shouted at me. I got mad and flung myself down the stairs to see him scrutinizing all the different elements.

"Didn't you know, somebody is getting married." I stated sarcastically.

"If you don't watch your tone, somebody won't be." It wasn't the first time he made that empty threat.

"Well not like you would now the difference considering you fired my wedding planner refuse to get a new one, and won't help me out with planning your own god damn wedding!" I screamed at him. I had officially reached my limit for the day.

He was silent for a couple of seconds. "That doesn't explain why my living room looks like the inside of Barbie's vagina!"

"That's it, I'm so done with this shit!" I walked over and grabbed one of the flower arrangements and threw it on the ground shattering it.

"Fuck this, fuck that" I yelled grabbing more things and smashing them, "and fuck you, if you want to marry me plan your own god damn wedding. I'll just show up the day of!"

He ran over to me to stop me grabbing my wrists and restraining me, "Elena, stop it, you're acting like a god damn child, how hard can it be to plan a wedding."

"Let go of me," I yelled lunging for another object to smash this time preferably into his face.

"No," He said pulling me closer to him. It had been way too long since I had been with him that I was getting turned on by the closeness.

"I said, let go Damon," But I stopped struggling against him.

"And I said no," He told me bending his head closer to my lips. I knew what was about to happen next, and I wasn't about to stop it.

He kissed me in a searing kiss, and then we were on each other like bunny rabbits, I couldn't get his clothes off fast enough. He pushed all the center pieces off one of the tables, and laid me down all the while giving me multiple hickies on my neck.

He took no mercy, and entered me swiftly once all the clothes were out of the way.

"Damon!" I screamed holding him in place. The intensity reminded me of our first time. And we lasted just as long as we did for our first time.

We were completely exhausted after we broke the collapsible table and then the couch.

"Well," Damon mumbled afterwards holding me securely on top of him. "That was amazing but I don't think it's wise to ever stay away from each other for that long. Terrible idea in theory, but I think for both our sanity we shouldn't do that- or more appropriately not do that-again," I just nodded never wanting to let him go.

"I agree, but you either get me a new wedding planner or help me plan this thing." I commanded getting up "Or else this" I pointed to our current nakedness "will not be an option for you." His expression of horror almost made the past two weeks worth it.

AN:

I did it again; hopefully I'll do it more. Again I apologize for the pervious absence I'll try and avoid that again. Some editing was done but not a lot, and tell me if you like it, love it, want some more of it?