A/N: Hopefully this smutty chapter makes up for the previous not-so-smutty one! Hopefully it also makes up for episode 5x03 where the TVD writers tried to tell us that Stefan/Silas and Elena/Amara are…what, soul mates? Eternally doomed lovers? Whatever TVD writers, bring back shirtless Damon. Anyhoo, fireplace smut as promised, enjoy!
Damon held Elena in his arms as he kissed her passionately in front of the fire, their innocent dancing having turned into a heated embrace.
Damon was once again amazed at how right everything felt with Elena. He didn't have to play games with her, didn't have to hide himself from her. She accepted him for who he was, both the dark side and the soft side. He had never known a woman like that, and every day he was with Elena he felt himself falling more deeply in love with her. It didn't matter that there were doppelgangers, that she had once been with his brother and that versions of Elena and Stefan had been thrust together throughout history. What mattered was this doppelganger was his – Elena was his and he was never letting her go.
Damon deepened their kiss, his tongue sweeping through her mouth with passion. He wanted her to know, to understand how much it meant for him to have her here, on Christmas, in the home they now shared together. Elena's arms were over his shoulders and wrapped around his neck, her hand in his hair. Her whole body was pressed into his, he could feel every curve, every inch of her and he wanted to feel more.
"Damon," she breathed, pulling back for air. He looked into her eyes with such intensity that she was sure her heart sped up in response.
"Need you now," he told her, claiming her lips again with his own. He kissed her fiercely, tugging her cardigan off her shoulders and throwing it to the ground, taking her hips in his hands and pulling her small waist forward into his hard body. She returned his kiss with equal passion, but pulled back again after a moment.
"Slowly," Elena told him. She smiled. "I want to show you just how much I loved my surprise."
He let her take the lead as she began to work down the buttons on his shirt, each one revealing more of his smooth, sculpted chest. She ran her hands over his skin, almost like it was the first time, like she was rediscovering him and his body. When she reached the last button, she eased the shirt off his shoulders gently, letting it fall to the floor. Then she kissed him again, and as she did she moved her hand to his growing erection, squeezing softly. He rewarded her with a groan.
"Elena," he started to say, but she put her finger up against his lips. She began to lick and suck on his neck, right at his pulse point, and he soon forgot what he was going to say. Her hands were on his belt, then his zipper, then her mouth left his neck and suddenly her soft lips were all over him – on his collarbone, his pecs, his abs – she tugged his pants down his legs and he stepped out of them. Damon stood before her in nothing but a pair of black boxers that were noticeably tented over his arousal, and he reached for her still-clothed body, holding it close to his own nearly naked one.
"My turn," Damon said. He reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up her toned stomach and over her head as she held her arms up in the air to make it easier for him. She stood before him in her jeans and a red bra, and her cleavage practically glowed in the firelight.
"You are so beautiful," he told her, moving in to kiss her neck and reaching around to unhook her bra. The lingerie discarded, Damon moved his kisses to her mouth, his hands to her breasts, and she moaned as he massaged the perky globes in his firm grasp.
"So fucking beautiful," he repeated, almost to himself. He lightly pinched a nipple between his thumb and index finger and she whimpered in response.
Damon undid the button on her jeans, sliding the zipper down and together they helped her out of her pants as well. Standing there together in the parlor in just their underwear, Elena felt a burning desire rushing through her body, a heat that she knew had very little to do with the fire they stood in front of.
Their bodies crashed together once more, and although their kiss was passionate and intense it wasn't frantic. They kissed like they knew they had the whole evening ahead of them. Damon reached between her legs to rub her through her panties, and Elena moaned into his mouth as he circled her clit.
Slowly, Damon lowered them both to their knees on the rug beneath them. His hardness was pressing insistently into her lower belly between their bodies, and her full naked breasts were crushed up against his chest. Damon ran his hands over her bum as they kissed, squeezing one cheek, then up to her lower back, finally settling one hand in her hair and the other on her waist, pulling her even more firmly against his erection. He kissed her neck, then the spot right below her ear.
"You smell like sex," he whispered to her, not having touched her properly yet but not needing to in order to know that she was soaking wet for him. Elena tugged at the elastic on his boxers in frustration.
"These need to come off," she told him. He chuckled, and let her push him down onto his back. Damon lifted his hips off the ground for her as she helped him out of the final piece of clothing, before moving to straddle his naked body. She leaned down over him, kissing him again and positioning his cock against her heated center before she began to rock over him slowly. Damon moved his hips with her and they set an agonizing pace. She was still wearing her silk panties, and the damp fabric slid along his length deliciously. Elena was breathing heavily above him, the friction of his cock and her underwear rubbing against her clit with every movement working her up and making her want more. Both of them needed more.
"Elena, you've got to take those off," Damon told her roughly. "Or I swear, I am ripping them off for you."
She smirked at him and moved off of his body to pull the offending garment down her long legs. Damon sat up with his legs out in front of him, knees bent, and he took her hand to bring her close to him again.
"Come here," he murmured. "I want you to sit in my lap."
She seemed unsure what he meant, and so he helped her straddle him again, looking into her eyes to make sure she was ready as he positioned his erection at her wet entrance. Elena held on to his shoulders, and she gasped as Damon slowly lowered her down onto his length, stretching her pussy around his big cock.
"Oh my God," he groaned. "You feel way too good."
Elena's breath was caught in her throat, and Damon pulled a strand of her hair back out of her face in a loving gesture as he waited for her to adjust to the sudden, deep penetration. Their movements were restricted in the new position, but staring right into Damon's eyes as he began thrusting his hips upwards and into her was unbelievably intense. His strong arms were wrapped around her, and she held on tightly to him. Her heart beat wildly in her chest.
"I love you," Elena whispered, his blue eyes penetrating her brown ones.
Damon smiled. "I love you," he replied simply. They kissed, losing themselves in each other's lips and bodies, in the heat of the fire and the firm, gentle rocking.
When it was all too much to take Damon lowered Elena onto her back and began to move in and out of her more fully, still refusing to take his eyes off of hers. As he drove into her willing body she moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back.
"Damon," she moaned, his thick cock thrusting in and out of her tight cunt. "Harder, I need it harder."
At her urging Damon began pounding into her, and she held onto him as he took her forcefully, setting an unforgiving pace that had her crying out under him with every thrust. Her pussy was throbbing around her boyfriend's impressive length and she needed to come so badly it hurt. She knew Damon felt it too, their bodies were both covered in sweat and his cheeks looked as flushed as hers felt.
Damon could feel himself slowly losing control, and he switched his angle to create more friction for her. He began grinding his pelvic bone over her clit and she mewled underneath him.
"I need you to come for me, baby," Damon said insistently. She was all breathless moans and desperate whimpers now, beyond words as he grabbed her hands, bringing them above her head and holding them there. He used them as leverage and thrust into her harder than ever and she actually screamed underneath him.
"God Elena, that's it," he said. "So close baby, come on."
His piercing blue eyes held her gaze and she felt like he was seeing into her very soul as her orgasm slowly built up before coming crashing down all around her.
"Damon!" she cried out, her whole body shuddering. She moaned helplessly as her orgasm took over and Damon felt her pussy spasming around him. He took it as permission to finally let himself go, thrusting inside her deeply and coming himself only seconds later as his girlfriend continued to shake underneath him.
He held his forehead against hers for a moment as he caught his breath and she came back to earth, before he collapsed next to her on the floor.
Lying there moments later, Elena's shaky breath filtered into his foggy brain and Damon turned to look at her.
"Hey, whoa are you crying?" he asked her suddenly. "Babe, are you okay?"
Elena wouldn't look at him, but Damon could see her lip trembling and he instantly got a hugely guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He pulled her to him and Elena curled up against his body as he wrapped his arms around her.
She sniffled and let out several more unsteady breaths, trying not to burst into tears. "Shit, I'm sorry," she said, attempting to laugh at herself. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"I am so so sorry Elena, I shouldn't have been so rough," Damon said. He felt almost nauseous thinking he'd hurt her.
She looked up at him, her eyes slightly watery. "Damon, I asked you to, it was good," she told him. "It has nothing to do with you…I mean, obviously it does…that was just really…intense."
"I didn't hurt you?" he asked. She shook her head and Damon let go of a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He held her in silence for a minute and she sniffled a couple more times. He kissed the top of her head. "So then why are you crying?"
She let out another half-laugh. "I don't know. I got overwhelmed? It felt like every single emotion in my entire body just came pouring out." Another sniffle. "God I'm sorry I feel like I'm ruining this night all of a sudden."
"You really need to stop apologizing," Damon told her, squeezing her in his arms. She was quiet. When she spoke again her voice was unsteady and wobbling. "I don't want to lose you, Damon. I lose everyone, almost everyone I loved who's supposed to be here for Christmas is gone. My mom and my dad and Aunt Jenna…" She was rambling and working herself up and the sobs were starting to creep up in her voice. "…they're all gone and it's my fault and I don't want to lose you." Elena started sobbing against Damon's chest.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he said, stroking her hair. His heart broke seeing her like this. "You won't lose me, Elena. I'm not going anywhere," Damon told her. He felt her tears on his skin and as she cried he thought briefly about how he had lost his own family so many years ago, and wondered where Stefan was right now. He pushed the thought down.
Elena was taking deep, gulping breaths now. Neither of them spoke, Damon just kept stroking her beautiful brown hair, waiting for her to calm down again.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly after several minutes.
"What did I say before about apologizing?" Damon replied. "You're allowed to cry, and as your boyfriend I'm allowed to hold you when you do. Okay?"
Elena sighed. "Now I really have ruined the night," she said. "You plan an amazing day for me, surprise me with this gorgeous room, give me one of the best orgasms ever, and I repay you by crying like a baby on your shoulder. Great."
He wiped a tear from her eye gently. "You most definitely haven't ruined the night," Damon told her. "If you want to go put your pajamas on, I've got one more surprise for you."
Elena looked at him curiously. "What is it?"
Damon smiled. "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, Frosty the Snowman, and Charlie Brown Christmas." He crinkled his forehead in thought. "Actually, I suppose that's three more surprises, isn't it?"
She rolled her eyes but she was smiling. "Christmas cartoons? Damon I'm not seven, there are other ways to cheer me up."
Damon gave her a mock glare. "Well then it's not for you, it's for me. I love Charlie Brown."
That got a giggle out of her. "Okay then," she say, wiping her eyes and smearing her mascara a little.
So she went upstairs, washed her face and put on her coziest pajamas, and Damon brought up dinner, and together they curled up in his bed and watched Christmas cartoons. An hour later, Elena had fallen asleep in Damon's arms. Careful not to disturb her, he flicked the bedside light off before settling in beside her., his arms wrapping tightly around her with the hope that it would keep any nightmares away.
A/N: Eek, sorry for the slight drama! I felt like the holidays would probably be really hard on Elena, considering all she's gone through. What did you guys think of the chapter? Would love to hear your thoughts if you have a second to review!