Ch.9

Damon had decided that whatever we had planned for the weekend would have to wait; he was going to keep me in bed to give me a "preview to our honeymoon".

I wasn't upset about it in the slightest, and after some serious consideration we had decided that our wedding was too big and we were going to cut it back, after all I only wanted good food, a pretty dress, and Damon as my husband at the end of it all.

His hot mouth was currently on mine as his body put an enjoyable pressure on one half of mine. Our tongues fought each other as his hand roamed towards my nether region for the sixth time this morning.

"Damon," I moaned, I wasn't sure if my body could handle another round right now.

He took my moan the wrong way, which I didn't really blame him for since the past couple times had been purely in pleasure.

He broke away and smiled at me, "Elena, how is it possible that you still want more," He asked with a devious smirk on his face.

My intention was to say no, but his wonderfully talented fingers made contact with my bundle of nerves. My hips involuntarily bucked upwards wanting the contact. But there was a hot numbness that was there; my body's way of telling me to take a break.

He didn't give me a chance to answer as he grabbed my chin and secured his lips to mine. I could feel him place his hard manhood at my entrance and just as he entered me the door slammed downstairs.

"What was that?" I whispered pushing Damon's shoulder's back as to make sure there wasn't an intruder in the room ready to stake Damon in his most vulnerable state. He had admitted that when he was making love to me he could think of nothing else, that he had waited too long to have me and would let nothing get in the way of our time spent together.

Damon paused for a minute listening, after a moment he said "Don't worry about it, I must've left the back door open; let's just finish what we started," and did he ever.

Afterwards I thought was going to my world was going to implode. I didn't think it was possible to be loved like that, but Damon was determined to prove me wrong.

Damon started kissing me again and I had to stop him, "Damon, I love you, but seriously if you want me to make it to our wedding you have to stop. I don't think anybody can survive that many consecutive orgasms in a three hour period. We have been at it since we woke up. My body needs a break." I pleaded, breathing heavily, trying to not let our sweat slicked bodies get too comfortable again.

"Elena," He said in a deadly tone, which got my attention.

"Then you need to start practicing" He finished with his signature smirk. To which I promptly smacked him in the arm.

"Seriously," I couldn't help but smile, I didn't think that it was possible to love him as much as I did. But these little moments continually contradicted that thought.

He was about to go for another kiss, ignoring my pervious plea, when someone cleared their throat at the door.

I didn't even think about it when I pushed Damon flat on the bed a covered his heart with my hand.

I could feel Damon's quizzical gaze on my face, but there was also some amusement behind it. It didn't take him long to see who was at the door, and once he did I was bundled up in the blanket quicker than I could turn my head to see who it was.

I gasped when I saw Stefan stood at the door arms crossed, a wooden stake in one hand, and a perverted smile decorating his features. "Well I was going to use this, but Elena you never fail to put on a wonderful show for me. You should seriously consider that as a career."

I couldn't keep the appalled look off my face, I actually felt like throwing up. Stefan would stop at nothing, even if that meant watching his brother, his own flesh and blood, do the deed. I'm sure there was a law written somewhere against that, somewhere in the subsection of incest.

"What is wrong with you, have you always gotten off to watching Damon get off?" I voiced my thoughts before I gave myself to do so. He was about to answer me, but Damon cut him off.

"Stefan I thought I made myself clear, or did you not understand what I meant when I said I would unleash an army of wolves on you if you didn't leave Elena and me alone." Damon said holding me close to him. If this was going to be part of our real honeymoon, I might just stake Stefan myself.

"You stole my girlfriend, Damon. You don't have I place to talk." Now I was pissed off.

"Stefan Salvatore, What is this on my finger," I snapped, flashing the ring Damon gave me .

"An engagement ring, Elena, obviously," He said not seeing the point I was making or registering the anger coloring my tone.

"And did you give it to me," I asked rhetorically.

"I would've if you let me," He mumbled. I ignored it and just went on to prove the point I was trying to make, Damon rubbed my back reassuringly letting me know that he was there to support me. I leaned closer to him as I concluded,

"Damon gave this to me, because he loves me Stefan. I'm wearing it because I love him. What part of I love Damon can you not understand, why can't you just let us be happy?" I asked my voice cracking at the end, this was taking much more of an emotional toll on me than I was expecting.

Stefan's opened his mouth then closed it, opened it and closed it like a fish. Speechless, he didn't say anything more just dropped the stake on the ground and disappeared.

Damon and I sat on the bed together for a while staring at the door, until the lack of food in my stomach made itself known with a loud groan. That seemed to break our trance and Damon got out of bed, pulled on his jeans, and with a kiss on my forehead said "I'm going to feed you, I call you once it's ready. Don't forget, I love you Elena."

"I love you too, Damon" I whispered as he left the room.

I sat there trying to process what just happened, when my phone rang.

"Hello," I asked cautiously not sure what to expect when someone phoned me anymore.

"Is this Elena Gilbert?" An unfamiliar voice resonated out of the other end.

"Yes," I could feel dread creeping up on me.

"This is Officer Blake with the Florida police department there was an accident, and you were listed as Jenna Sommer's next of kin…." If he had said anything else I didn't hear it because my phone had fallen out of my hand, and I blacked out.

An:

Well, it has been a month but it could be worse, I guess. As it turns out my procrastination is your guy's gain!

This failed to reach the proofing department yet again, but I did revise the last chapter.

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