A/N: It's been just over a week since I first decided to take a risk, create a profile and post a bit of Delena smut I'd really just written for my own amusement. Since then the story's received over 3,500 views and I'm really overwhelmed by the positive response. Thank you all so much, especially those taking the time to share your reactions with me. You guys are awesome! To those of you who have been hoping to see a little bit more outside-the-bedroom interactions, the next couple chapters are for you! But first, a bit more smut...

Elena woke up the same way she went to sleep – wrapped in Damon's arms, perfectly content. Her boyfriend was behind her, his face buried in her shoulder and his slow and steady breath on her skin. The sun was peaking through the window and she glanced to the nearby clock, which told her it was 8:32. She smiled as she felt Damon stirring against her.

"Morning sleepyhead," she said to him, running a gentle finger over the arm that was hugging her body close to his.

"Mmmmmmm," he replied. "Your hair smells nice."

She laughed. "Thanks. I might need to find a comb before we do anything today though. It's a bit of a mess after last night."

Damon shifted his hips into her. "I can think of something we could do that wouldn't require you to comb your hair first," he murmured against her.

She smiled as his hand reached to cup her breast. "And what would that be?"

Damon didn't reply, instead he placed light feathery kisses across her back and rubbed himself against her again. She pushed back against him willingly and felt him growing hard against her bum as he moved alongside her slowly. The atmosphere in the room shifted as Elena felt herself responding to his attentions. She was still in a bit of a sleepy haze, not quite fully awake yet, and it all felt a bit like a wonderful dream. After sating the lust that had been building up for a whole month the night before, neither of them was in as much of a hurry this morning. Their bed was warm, it was cold outside, and they had each other.

Damon reached between her legs, satisfied to find evidence of her desire. He teased her folds apart, rubbing at her wet entrance before moving his attention to her clit. He circled his fingers over her most sensitive body part as she pushed her bum back more firmly into his erection, urging him on without words.

Damon had been half-hard when he woke up, but touching Elena and feeling her responding to him had him fully erect in no time. They were communicating through whimpers and whispers, soft skin sliding against toned muscle. His nose was still half in Elena's silky hair, and he smelled lavender and jasmine as he moved his fingers deftly over his wet girlfriend. She moaned as he worked her up, getting her ready for him. Damon loved how she was unashamed to show him how the things he was doing to her body affected her.

Damon was speaking to her so quietly she couldn't quite make out everything. His words reached her ears in broken pieces that her foggy brain tried to put back together, a mumbled mess of "Elena…beautiful…want you so badly…so wet baby….so good." She was squirming in rhythm against her boyfriend, contributing to the friction that was propelling them both towards bliss.

So lost was Elena in the feelings Damon was arousing in her that she barely registered him lifting her leg, but when he pushed into her in one smooth motion she gasped. In comparison to the fingers she'd been using on herself over the past month Damon was huge inside her, penetrating deeply and sending her spiraling with new sensations.

Damon gripped her hip to hold her steady against him. He began sliding in and out of her slowly, giving her a chance to adjust to the feeling of him within her again. Even after last night he could tell she needed some time.

"I swear you're tighter after this month apart," Damon groaned.

Elena whimpered. "God it feels like it for me too," she admitted. She reached her arm around behind her, bending it to reach for Damon and tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. She needed an anchor, something to hold on to as he began to fuck her and she felt herself flying apart. Everything Damon was doing felt wonderful and she let herself go, floating in the feelings her boyfriend was stirring within her.

"That's it Elena," Damon told her as he took her from behind. "You feel amazing babe, so hot and wet for me."

Damon's words rushed through her body like blood, and Elena moved her ass against him in time with his thrusts. Backwards and she was pushing herself onto his cock, taking him deeper. Forwards and she was pushing herself into his hand, which continued to torture her swollen clit. Damon overwhelmed her senses completely and she gave herself over to him. Her body was his to manipulate, and he did it better than anyone she'd ever known.

"Talk to me Elena," he whispered to her. "Tell me how it feels."

Elena groaned. "Damon…good, it's so good…keep going," she told him.

"Don't worry babe, I'm not stopping," he promised. "What do you want?"

She moaned in response.

"Elena," he whispered in her ear. "Do you want to come, baby?"

"Mmhhmmm," she said.

"Ask me," Damon demanded, his fingers persistent on her clit, driving her forward towards her climax but not quite allowing her to lose it.

"Damon," Elena gasped.

"C'mon baby, tell me what you need," he told her.

She threw her head back. "I need to come, Damon, please, I want you to make me come."

"There you go," he said. "Such a good girl." He changed the movements of his fingers slightly, playing with her sensitive clit just right. "I want you to clench your pussy, Elena. Squeeze it around my cock."

She did as he asked, squeezing and letting go, squeezing and letting go, and soon she found herself gasping his name. When she began shuddering her release seconds later she was amazed at the strength of the climax that overtook her. Unlike so many orgasms where the pleasure was focused between her legs, this seemed to radiate outwards and take over her entire body. Elena cried out in surprise as she came for him, hard.

Damon both heard and felt her tip over the edge, tightening even further around him as he continued to move in and out languidly. He felt her body trembling with a slow-burning desire that had finally found completion and he felt like his chest was nearly bursting with love for this beautiful woman in his arms, trusting him with everything. He came inside of her moments later, the aftershocks of her orgasm finally sending him into sweet bliss with her.

"God, Damon," Elena moaned. "That was…"

"Amazing?" he filled in. "Mind-blowing? Life-altering?"

She elbowed him, grinning. "Good. It was really good," she said. Damon scoffed.

"Okay," she relented. She turned in his arms to look him in the eyes. "I give. You, Damon Salvatore, are a Sex God and all of us lesser beings can only dream of the chance to worship at your sex alter."

"Much better," Damon said with a grin. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. She rolled her eyes.

"So was that my surprise?" Elena asked cheekily.

Damon gave her a look that seemed to say c'mon, really? She giggled.

"That, love, was just one of the many perks of dating me. Your surprise is still to come," he said, kissing her. "I'm going to go downstairs and get us something to eat. All your stuff is still in the bathroom where you left it if you want to clean yourself up and brush your hair and all that."

Elena smiled. "Perfect," she said, kissing him again.

"Where are we going?" Elena asked him for the third time.

"You really don't understand the concept of a surprise, do you?" Damon said sarcastically, slowing for the light as they approached an intersection.

"I don't really like surprises all that much," Elena told him. The past few years of her life had made her a little wary of surprises.

Damon turned to her. "You'll like this one – promise," he told her, leaning over to peck her lips. She loved how it seemed like ever since she'd come home he hadn't been able to keep his hands – or his lips – off of her.

They drove down the streets of Mystic Falls and she turned her gaze to look out the car window, watching the people bundled up in their winter clothes as they went from shop to shop, doing last-minute Christmas shopping or picking up food to make big holiday feasts for their families. She felt so far removed from it all. She didn't know the recipe for her dad's Christmas ham – the recipe cards had all burned in the fire when she had set her past up in flames last year – and recreating all of the family traditions her mom had so carefully cultivated in their childhood seemed impossible. Aunt Jenna had done a good job of keeping those Christmas traditions alive…back when she was still alive. Now it was just Elena, and she didn't have a hope in hell.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Damon asked. Elena sighed.

"I'm being gloomy," she told him.

He tsk'ed tsk'ed her teasingly. "No time for that," Damon said. He took a hand off the wheel to reach over and take her hand where it sat in her lap. "This is going to be a Christmas to remember. I promise."

"You're making an awful lot of promises lately," she commented.

He squeezed her hand in his. "That's because when it comes to you, I'm not worried about keeping them."

She squeezed his hand back, feeling a bit better. "Hey, there's Jeremy!" she said, suddenly spotting him on the side of the road, sitting on a bench.

Damon smirked. "I know," he said. He pulled over, parking the car. "We're here."

Elena jumped out of the car. "Jer!" she shouted, slamming the car door behind her. Her little brother stood up and she ran to him, throwing her arms around him enthusiastically. "I'm so happy to see you," she said, hugging him to her tightly.

"Me too," Jeremy said, hugging her back. "Did Damon tell you what we're doing?"

Damon rolled his eyes. "I told you I could keep a secret," he said to Jeremy. He turned to Elena. "Your brother thinks I'm mush when it comes to you. He has absolutely no faith in people, it's tragic really."

Jeremy laughed. "That's because you are mush when it comes to Elena," he said. "The big scary vampire calling his girlfriend's little brother to plan Christmas surprises."

"You should have more respect for your elders," Damon told him lightly, cuffing him on the side of his head. "You could probably learn a thing or two about how to treat a lady while you're at it." Elena beamed at the two of them.

"So, what are we doing?" she asked. Jeremy pointed across the road, where a sign said "Freshly Cut Christmas Trees." Elena's already bright expression turned brighter. "Christmas trees?!" she exclaimed.

"That's the plan," her boyfriend said.

The expression on Elena's face made Damon's heart jump. Mush is about right, he thought to himself, But it's totally worth it if she's going to look at me like that.

The three of them were headed back to the car about a half hour later, Jeremy and Damon working together to carry the enormous tree they had picked out. Not that either one of them couldn't have done it on their own, but appearances had to be maintained after all. Elena stayed just ahead of them, a skip in her step.

They heaved the tree on top of the car, and Damon went to the trunk to get some ropes to tie it down.

"I love holiday-themed activities," Elena said happily.

"Then you'll love our next stop," Jeremy told her. "I'm taking you ice skating."

Her face lit up again before falling just as quickly. "I don't have any skates," she reminded him. Anther thing lost in the fire…she really hadn't thought that through.

Damon reappeared from the trunk of the car. "Now you do," he told her, handing her a pair of shiny new white skates. He threw Jeremy a pair of hockey skates a second later.

"See, all taken care of," Jeremy told her.

"Off you go," Damon said, shooing them good-naturedly. "Brother-sister bonding time, I've gotta get this tree back to the boarding house."

Elena leaned in and kissed him. "Thank you," she whispered. He shrugged, a bit uncomfortably. Doing good deeds was not something that came to Damon Salvatore naturally.

"I'll see you back at home tonight?" he asked.

She grinned. "Absolutely."

"Thanks, man," Jeremy said, throwing the skates over his shoulder. Damon nodded simply, and the two of them turned and headed down the street, Elena looking back to wave goodbye to her boyfriend. Damon watched them go, Jeremy reaching over to put his arm around Elena's shoulders as they walked, Elena leaning into her brother, laughing at something he was saying. Damon smiled. This was going to be exactly the kind of Christmas holiday Elena deserved. He was going to make sure of it.

A/N: Thanks for reading everyone! Hope you all enjoyed the 4th installment of this story (I would love to hear your thoughts if you have a second to review below!) I also hope you all enjoyed this past week's episode of TVD – particularly that last scene with Damon and Elena kissing by the car – how cute was her pouting expression when his phone rang interrupting them? Love!