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~OFANV~
Darren walked in and saw her there, sitting on the bed wearing the greed diaphanous see through teddy, her back to the headboard and, her knee's bent, one leg crossed over the other. The crossed leg bounced just a little as she watched him, and she took a sip of the tequila, then pushed her finger between her own lips, whetting it with the liquor, and then trailed her fingertip across the curves of her breasts.
"See anything you like?" She asked, her voice soft and husky, definitely teasing.
He smiled that feral predatory smile he got on his face when he was really checking out every inch of her and wanted her and anyone else around watching to know it. This was territorial Darren, possessive Darren, now it was the Darren that loved and lusted after her.
"Oh I see a lot I like," he said, slowing walking around to the bed, "Sexy hot redhead wearing something sexy, what's not to like?" He asked.
"Then why are you still standing there?" She asked, "Dressed? Just watching?"
She tipped the bottle just enough to splash some tequila on her fingers, and she uncrossed her legs, and trailed her finger tips up along the inside of her thigh.
Darren felt his already aroused body react even more, felt his fangs start to come out, and he leapt forward and onto the bed. He yanked her body down more towards the center of the bed, and pushed her thighs apart, and ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh, tasting the tequila, the faint taste of her skin, and he could smell the intense arousal that was uniquely Alex, so intoxicating all on its own.
He moved slowly up her thigh, tasting with open mouth kisses, and then he pushed the flimsy string thong aside, and parted her with her tongue.
She gasped. It always got her, made her crazy with pleasure and need when he went down on her. She thrust up to him, and he slid his hands just under her firm ass, holding her still as he tasted her, stroked her tender flesh with his tongue. He sucked just slightly on her clit, then encircled it with his tongue, over and over, then sucked a little more, until she was writhing and moaning underneath him. Even as a human she had not been quiet in bed. She moaned out loud, gasped out his time, she told him how good it felt - and as a vampire that had not changed - if anything she was bolder - because she felt everything so much more intensely.
He knew when she was close, and he kissed and tasted and teased her faster and harder, until her body bucked and spasmed under him.
It was such an intense turn on for him, knowing he could do this to her - that only he had her this way - that no other man had ever been able to satisfy her the way he could.
And he wasn't done.
He reared back, shedding his cloths lightning fast, and then her pulled her up, and flipped her over, so she was on her knees. She knew what he wanted - so she spread her legs wide, knowing he could see her - all of her - open, wet and ready for him.
He grasped his cock and rubbed it between her swollen nether lips, enjoying the slick wet heat.
"Oh baby your so wet for me!" He half moaned, half gasped, and then he slid inside her, thrusting deep, and they both moaned with the intense pleasure.
She felt her body react to the fast hard invasion, and the hint of momentary pain was kind of a thrill, knowing he was possessing, dominating, and the next moment it was all pleasure, feeling her body give to accommodate him, the stretch stimulating her sensitive nerve endings. She struggled to hold on, to not come too fast, enjoying the feel of him inside her, the way his hands slid up her body, the way he tugged the top of the nighty down to cup her breasts. It was too much, and the next wave of intense pleasure and insanity took her over, her climax taking her momentarily into oblivion. She gasped, cried out again, gasping his name, moaning something unintelligible after that.
That was too much for Darren. The feel of her body clenching him, hearing her cry out his name, the way she trembled, and he lost his tightly held control and he came, swearing as he lost control.
"Fuck! Alex! Oh fuck . . ."
He groaned, and they collapsed together onto the bed, both of them spent and exhausted.
It was several long minutes before either one of them spoke.
"Where did this come from?" He asked, tugging the straps and cups back up into place, and then he ran his hand down the curve of her side and hip, "I like walking in and finding you like this."
She laughed, "I took a page out of my new friend's book and went shopping with my boyfriend's money . . . You know . . . New life . . . New things . . ."
"Hhmm..." he said, and kissed her neck.
"I love you," she said, "so much."
"I love you too," he said, "more than you will ever know."
~OFANV~
Damon felt the change in Elena and knew what was coming. He heard the feral growl, felt her fangs sink into his neck, and that momentary flash of pain became intense pleasure. She drank deeply, and then pulled back and kissed him. His own body was still throbbing with the intense pleasure, and he could taste the blood in her mouth, his blood.
He flipped them over, pinning her down on the bed, and where before it had been her that was aggressive, enjoying him, setting the pace, now it was him. Each thrust, each stroke was done just right so they could feel every inch of their connected flesh. She moaned under him, gasping out his name, and relentless drove her on and on. Then just as she was so close, he did the same thing to her, bit into her neck, drinking from her.
When they were connected like that, they could feel everything the other one felt. It wasn't just sexually pleasing or exhilarating, it was emotionally intense and intimate too. They reached their climax together, both of them shaken to their very souls with the intensity of the moment.
Moments later, they started to come back from the intense high, their bodies relaxing, sagging into each other, and with their arms and legs entwined Damon rolled them so they were side to side. He felt his own heartbeat returning to normal, felt hers slowing down too, felt their breathing slow, but the emotions were still so intense.
But they always were – that never really ended. Elena Salvatore, his wife, his soulmate . . .
"I love you," he whispered into her hair.
Elena managed a smile, sleep already tugging at heir.
"I love you too," she murmured.
Hours later . . .
There were so many moments with her husband that she cherished, countless moments really. She was lucky and she knew it. Damon wasn't just one of those men who liked to have sex and then it was over. He enjoyed the cuddling, the quiet moments when they were just together as much as she did.
Of course most of those moments lead to incredible sex, but as far as she was concerned, that was just one of the benefits.
They'd gotten up early, or at least early considering how late they'd gone to bed, and Damon had filled the big soaking tub with water. They'd had a leisurely bath, more sex, and now they were just enjoying soaking in the warm water. She was settled between his legs, her back to his chest, and she'd shifted just a little so she could rest her head on his shoulder.
Damon pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.
"You know our guest list for Thanksgiving has grown a little," Damon said, "You know how vampires are – we don't need an invitation."
Elena smiled, "Who else is coming?"
"Well, when we invited Caroline and Klaus be default, we kind of ended up with the two other original siblings, which means Rebekah and Matt – they're coming back from wherever they heck they were in Europe, and Elijah, who is bringing his own girlfriend."
Elena looked up at Damon, "When did that happen?
Damon shrugged, "Who knows? I'm just glad he's with someone – Katherine did choose Stefan over him."
Elena sighed deeply, "do you ever think back – to how all our friends ended up with who they ended up with?"
Damon snorted, "Some of them I try not to."
She laughed a little, "Hey, Klaus has changed – he's not the evil villain he was."
Damon nodded, "I have no issues with Klaus – I mean – most of us have had our bad guy, evil vampire days. We're predators, some of us really took that to heart for a while. It's Katherine I still don't trust."
"But Stefan loves her," Elena said, "I'm not fond of her either, but Stefan is your bother, my brother in law, and he's still my friend, and I value that, especially since it could have ended up such a mess."
Damon groaned, "I know, I know . . . but she's . . . well she's Katherine! She's toyed with Elijah's feelings, you know what she did with Stefan and I! And then there was her Klaus time, but I don't think Klaus ever actually loved her, come to think of it."
"I don't think Klaus has loved anyone but Caroline," Elena said, "It just occurred to me, the only man who will be in the room Katherine hasn't screwed will be Darren – unless . . ."
"Never," Damon said, "Darren's never met her – and then there's Matt – she never found a use for him."
"Oh yeah, Matt . . . I still can't believe he turned – I know It's been like 15 years, but still . . ."
Damon shrugged, "Love! What can a guy do?"
"I hope Rebekah loves him!" Elena said, "It's going to be weird, not having Bonnie and Jeremy here, or our niece Emma."
"I wish Bon Bon and Jer were gonna be here too, and you know I love Emma like she was ours . . . but she's just finding out some big things – she's coming into her powers as a witch, she's gotta be shocked as hell to discover that vampires exist . . . especially to find out that her favorite aunt and uncle are vampires . . . putting her in the room with a bunch of us all at once . . . maybe not a good idea."
"I know," Elena said, "I remember how hard it was for Bonnie. She didn't have a lot of help. I hope it will be easier for Emma."
Damon nodded, "Emma will be OK. She has two parents who love her, and she has us – and Caroline."
Elena smiled, "I notice you didn't include Klaus in that mix."
"He's still a dick," Damon said, "At least when I was the big bad evil vampire, doing evil vampire things – I had a purpose in mind that was generally aimed towards a good guy kind of goal."
Elena sighed deeply, but it was a content, happy sounding sigh, "Did your friend down the hall have his evil bad boy vampire days?"
"Oh yeah," Damon said, "Cat burglar for years. One of the local drug dealer cartel guys raped and murdered his youngest sister – he didn't find out about it for a long time. He was going to just kill the guy, but he took out half the cartel in one night."
"And that's bad how?" Elena asked.
"Well, I don't think it was necessarily bad myself," Damon said, "Just opened up some more job opportunities unfortunately. But they seem to manage that on their own."
"What is it you're always telling me – bad is relative?"
Damon laughed, "You could use that concept in a paper for one of your anthropology classes!"
~OFANV~
Darren poured two cups of coffee 2/3 full, and the other third was filled with Kahlua. He passed one cup to Alexandra, and then sat down at the breakfast bar to watch her work.
She was setting up to make breakfast. He knew the routine well. She had potatoes out, a handful of other vegetables out. She'd make the bacon first, then start on the country style potatoes and make omelets for everyone.
She'd just laid the bacon out in the pan, and was cutting up the potatoes when he passed her the coffee.
She sipped, paused, and then sipped again.
"I figured you might be as hung-over as I am," he said.
She managed a smile, "Oh yeah . . . Captain Morgan and I bonded a lot last night – and I did something else I should probably tell you about."
Darren sipped his coffee, glancing up over the rim at her. He loved mornings like these, when they could just enjoy each other's company.
"As long as you didn't fuck some other guy, we're fine."
She drew a deep breath, "I fed on a pimp, because he pissed me off, so I killed him."
Darren paused for a moment, and took a deep breath, smiled a little, "Like I said – as long as you don't fuck some other guy, we're fine."
She shook her head, "I love you! You know I'd never cheat on you!"
"I'm don't ever worry about that, or you wanting to do that. I do worry about other men getting grabby though," he said, "But I guess now . . ."
She laughed a little, "Yeah, not a big problem now is it? Now I can just . . . break their hands or arms I guess."
"So, the pimp, what did you do with the body?" Darren asked, sipping his coffee.
"Well, I didn't drain him dry. It was a small drink really, and I got a little creative, busted a beer bottle, shoved it in the mess I made of his neck and messed him up more, so it should look like it was just a normal human murder. No witnesses, so we should be fine."
Darren nodded slowly, "Ok then. So where was Elena when all this was going down?"
"Right there with me," Alexandra said, "I just saw him stalking this woman and I just knew he was going to hurt her. So I stalked him. If he hadn't started beating her up I wouldn't have killed him."
"Babe, I'm not mad you killed a pimp. Believe me, I could care less. I just want to make sure we're covering our tracks. I've killed obscene numbers of assholes that had it coming, and even raised catholic, I do not feel an ounce of guilt over it. As long as we're not drawing attention to the fact that we're vampires, it's all good. If you want to go hunting for sex offenders and pimps and the like on a regular basis – fine. We just need to avoid making pattern with the bodies. I should have known that draining them dry before was a mistake. The police are probably still thinking the bodies were killed, dismembered and then moved – and that's fine."
"But what about hunters," Alexandra said.
"And that's where we screwed up," Darren said, "I didn't think it would make the damn paper. Who cares about sex offenders? I mean – in Seattle, maybe. We were all bleeding heart liberals out there."
Alexandra made a derisive sound, "Speak for yourself!"
"Point," Darren replied, "but here in New York, I didn't think it would matter."
"Well, this should just look like someone got pissed and killed him," Alexandra said, "I compelled the girl he was beating up to forget, take his money, get clean and leave town. We're covered. No one else saw us, and there weren't any cameras."
Darren shrugged, "Then I hope you had good time. What else did you do last night, by the way? Besides get drunk and eat a pimp?"
"No one else besides people like us have these conversations – you know that right?" She asked, shaking her head
Darren raised his coffee cup in salute, "Perk of being a vampire."
~OFANV~
Thanksgiving morning . . .
Damon enjoyed playing at being a gracious host, even if he wouldn't always admit it. At some point or another, he'd been at odds with almost everyone here, but over the years, that had changed – mostly.
He still had nothing good to say for Katherine Pearce.
Stefan had arrived with the psycho bitch from hell on Tuesday night. From the moment she arrived, she'd been looking for opportunities to stir up trouble. She bated Elena with comments about some of sumptuous meals Damon had made for her, back when he and Stephan were still human and they'd all be living under Giuseppe Salvatore's roof. She dropped hints about some of the sexual escapades she had with Damon – and Stefan – back when they were human. Her behavior with Stefan now seemed to be one big show, the "Look I have Stefan wrapped around my finger" show.
Stefan was drinking human blood too, and drinking alcohol heavy – the kind of heavy Damon saw when Stefan was barely holding on to self-control.
Elena was putting on a banner performance herself, not letting Katherine get to her. She laughed everything off, smiled like everything was all right in the world.
There had been one very tense moment early Wednesday morning, Darren was in the kitchen, getting coffee, and Katherine managed to slip away and follow him in. Alexandra was up and off the sofa a second later, and the look on her face was obvious. She didn't want Katherine Pearce anywhere near Darren.
Damon heard Alexandra's raised voice, telling Katherine that everyone else may be ok with her acting like a slut in heat, but she better keep her distance from Darren.
Damon and Stephen flew into the kitchen to get in between the women fast, only to find Darren was already standing between them. Alexandra's teeth here bared, her body tense and ready to lunge, and Katherine was putting on a big show of laughing at her.
It had been a tense day.
Finally, more guests started to arrive, the mood got lighter.
Caroline and Klaus arrived, and they had brought a huge chilled case of shrimp with them for Wednesday evening's meal. Damon had taken the shrimp into the kitchen, kept it on ice until it was time for dinner.
Elena steered Caroline and Alexandra into the sunroom to catch up, go through pictures of the house Darren and Alexandra had decided to buy. Every time Damon looked in on them to see what they were up too, there was a discussion of the personal histories of all their existing and soon to arrive guests going on, or they were back to talking about paint colors, how a room could be decorated, or ideas on the bathroom that was being renovated. Klaus wandered in and out of the sunroom as well, offering an occasional opinion on décor.
Rebekah and Matt arrived, and that drew Elena, Alexandra and Caroline back into the great room. Rebekah and Matt had flown in from Germany, and they arrived bearing a basket of Various wine's and cheeses for everyone to sample that evening.
Elijah and Marry-Ellen arrived shortly after that, with a couple bottles of wine and a basket of fruit.
Damon set out a few bottles of wine, laid out some cheeses, fruit and crackers, and an evening of getting to know the newcomer's to the group began.
Elijah met Marry-Ellen in London. She was a curator at a museum. She'd become a vampire during World War II when Nazi Germany had been bombing everything they could hit in London. One of the ladies she worked with at one of the museums in London had been a vampire and saved her. A few days later, unexploded ordinance went off – and she'd been killed again – and reborn a vampire. She'd been bouncing all over Europe since then, trying to save some of the great works of art from destruction in various wars.
Darren's background had been explained. He'd been turned by a women he picked up in a bar 80 years ago. She'd turned a few people, and they hadn't fared well, she never taught any of them anything about self-control – so when people started hunting vampires, he had to skip town. He'd met Damon when he'd been a vampire for about 10 years, in the city of New Orleans.
Alexandra's turn came up. She related the story about how she'd drank some of Darren's blood because she'd gotten horribly sick with the flu. It had gone on for days, and she was missing way too many days at school – and why not take advantage of a very helpful fix? Then the city truck had careened out of control, and took out a whole city bus stop, and that was it.
From there, the conversation started to swirl around where everyone had been the last year or two, things that were going on in their current chosen towns. The politics of New Orleans and the tenuous truce between witches and vampires. Caroline was enjoying playing the society lady, organizing fundraisers for various charity groups.
Matt and Rebekah were bouncing around all of Europe. A few months here, a few months there, and they were two years into their engagement, tentatively planning on having their wedding in a chapel in Rome.
Elijah and Marry-Ellen were in London for now. Marry-Ellen was working on restoring art that had darkened or damaged over time, from sun or just general abuse. Elijah was currently playing the role of an antiquities expert – who could tell the difference between a fake or a real authentic piece – and he actually could.
Stephen was teaching history at a university in Chicago, and Katherine was happy to be the happy live in girlfriend who pretty much did nothing.
The conversation swirled on and on, comparing little bits of memories they had from their time in Mystic falls, different places they'd all visited over the years.
Overall it was a pleasant life.
Thanksgiving morning, Alexandra was up early, and Darren followed her shortly thereafter. It was an assumed thing at this point, that she'd help Damon with preparing thanksgiving dinner. There was a huge turkey to cook, as well as a ham. Four or five side dishes, pies, fruit and green salads.
She'd started a pot of coffee, poured healthy doses into the cups, and then Damon warned them that it was probably very strong – and that there were various flavored creams, sugar and Kahlua to top it off.
Alexandra's head was spinning, and all her senses were on overload. She'd met other vampires before, but she only knew a little bit about them. A couple of people Darren knew in Seattle. They didn't socialize much, but they kept in touch.
But these people . . . this was the most twisted, self-abusing group of people she'd ever met, and she grew up with a mother who was a junky hooker. The storied she'd heard last amazed her. At some point, almost all of them had been the target of another, they'd tried to kill each other. They'd pulled stunts she couldn't believe they pulled off.
She helped Damon keep the appetizers going, enjoyed more chats with various people who floated in and out of the kitchen and ask her all kinds of questions. After all, they'd all been vampires a lot longer than she had.
Elena had been wondering in and out, making sure the bar stayed stocked, bringing out little trays of appetizing treats Alexandra and Damon created.
"It's a pretty eclectic group, isn't it," Elena commented.
Alexandra nodded, and sipped on her second cup of coffee, "it's hard to reconcile the people some of them were, and the way some of them now."
Elena only smiled, and snuggled into Damon's side, who at the moment, was just tactfully listening.
"It wouldn't be a family if we didn't have a crazy friend, aunt or uncle around," Elena said, "And we really are an eclectic bunch. If I've learned anything in the last 50 years, family is the thing you create with people you like and care about, and even vampires need families."
I hope you all enjoy a wonderful thanksgiving holiday (those who live where it is observed). As always, I crave reviews and would love suggestions!