Thank you so much for your continued support of this story! We have more to come in this story but I thought Delena needed a little alone time. So, without further ado...

Chapter 21: Kiss and Make Up

So, since I stormed out of here last night, does that count as an argument?" He raises one eyebrow and gives me a questioning look.

"Damon, I honestly didn't think I'd ever see you again after the way you looked at me. Call it anything you want."

"Then I'm calling it an argument. Know why?" He smirks.

"Why?" I ask, puzzled by his bemusement.

"Because that means we get to kiss and make up," he answers.

I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. "You want to kiss and make up, huh?"

"Absofuckinglutely," he says just before his lips crash into mine.

Coming up for air, Damon quirks his eye and grins from ear to ear.

"That's a dangerous smile. What are you thinking?" I giggle as he starts kissing his way up my neck sucking on that spot behind my ear that I love.

"I was just thinking…" he trails off as he continues to kiss and nip my neck. "Do you have anywhere you have to be today?"

"Umm, no." I'm becoming more and more distracted with each passing minute.

"That's good. I mean, after all, we have ten years' worth of kissing and making up to do," he explains as he backs me against the wall and brings his lips to mine once again. I'm becoming more and more lost in his kisses when he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel his arousal pressed against me and give into the temptation to grind against him trying to relieve the ache that has been growing over the past several weeks. "Elena," he gives a warning groan, "unless you want us to both end up on the floor, I suggest you not do that again and direct me to your bedroom."

"It's the last door on the right, " I answer while rolling my hips one more time.

"God! You are trying to kill me!" Damon grunts, smacking my rear as he carries me down the hall.

"Ow! What was that for?" I whine. "I'm a good girl I do not need to be swatted."

"Good girl my ass," Damon playfully grumbles while giving an exaggerated eye roll.

"Oh, I was. Then I saw your ass and that pushed me over the edge, "I giggle. My laugh is cut short when Damon starts kissing me. Lowering me to stand on my own feet, he slips his hands under my shirt, sliding it up and over my head. Wasting no time, Damon unsnaps my jeans and works them down my legs as I step out of my shoes. I silently thank God that I took time to shave and happen to be wearing my favorite lacy panties and matching bra. After waiting ten years and experiencing weeks of foreplay, hairy and in cotton comfy undies is not the situation you want.

Still kneeling from removing my jeans, Damon looks up at me and breaths, "Lena, I swear you get more beautiful with every passing day," as he slowly slides his hands up my calves and runs his fingertips over the backs of my knees causing me to shiver. His hands continue to travel up my legs but stop when he reaches the tops of my thighs. When he teasingly runs the pads of his thumbs along the edges of my panties, I hold my breath hoping he'll slip his thumbs under the lace…or through it. Instead, he stands and runs his fingers up my back until he entangles them in my hair, tilting my head back to devour me with kisses. I part my lips allowing his tongue to slip inside and run over mine. Pulling back, I make quick work of the buttons on his shirt and push it off his shoulders as I place soft kisses on his sculpted chest. I can't help but step back and enjoy the view. I had thought he was beautiful in college but, now, hot doesn't even begin to do him justice.

"Wow," I whisper. "Talk about getting better with age."

"I love being the eternal stud," he jokes.

"The years have been kind in so many ways and yet your maturity level is still the same," I banter back, popping the snap on his jeans. Damon toes off his shoes and socks and rids himself of his jeans leaving him is black boxer briefs, a sight which takes my breath away, the situation only exacerbated when Damon traces his finger tip along the top of my bra. "Damon," I whimper as he places kisses along the path that his finger just travelled.

"I've got you, baby," he soothes as he unclasps my bra and barely teases my aching nipples before lowering me to the bed. Damon trails his lips from my neck, down the valley between my breasts all the way to my navel before working his way back up my body making me arch my back, my hypersensitive nipples begging for attention. Finally, he trails his tongue around one pink nipple and sucks it into his mouth. Once he finishes with one hard bud, he moves on to the other. By the time he runs one long finger under the lace of my soaked panties I am practically hyperventilating.

"Damon, please," pleading as he lowers my panties and places gentle kisses on the insides of my thighs. I gasp when he slips one then two fingers inside of me and draws circles around my clit with his tongue. Pumping his fingers in and out, he is making me wetter with every stroke. He crooks his fingers, putting pressure on that magical spot just as he clamps his lips around my clit and sucks. His attention is unrelenting as I explode into an orgasm that has been ten years in the making. It's not that I haven't slept with anyone since Damon but no one has ever made me feel like he does.

"Mmm…I love watching you come undone," he hums while continuing to stroke me intensifying my aftershocks. Climbing back up my body, he looks me in the eye. "I'm afraid I have bad news." Worry sneaks its way over me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, running my fingers through his beautifully mussed black hair.

"I don't have a condom," he sighs.

"I thought playboys always had condoms," is my snarky reply.

"This playboy grew up when he fell for a hot babe." Feeling his arousal straining against me, I wrap my legs around him and rub my core teasingly against him. "Elena, I'm trying really hard to do the right thing here and you aren't helping," he groans.

"Really hard, huh?" I thrust up again making him bite his lip. I decide that maybe I should stop teasing and show a little mercy. "Well, I guess it's a good thing that I'm still on birth control."

"Thank God," he chuckles before possessively growling, "Although I'm feeling more than a little jealous at the idea you needed birth control recently."

"Damon, shut up and kiss me."

"Oh, I'll do better than that," he answers as he slips inside of me. His arousal stretches me delightfully. Hitching my leg over his hip, Damon starts to slowly thrust inside of me, working me back up to a frenzy as I meet him with each move of his hips. "I'm so close, baby," he says as he picks up his pace. Reaching between us, he works his thumb over my clit sending me over the edge. Three thrusts later, he follows me into oblivion. When he pulls out I shiver at the loss but gladly snuggle into his chest as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me on my head. "Babe, that was amazing. I know I had been pushing for us to wait but with everything that happened. I just couldn't wait any more. You know?"

"Absofuckinglutely," I smirk. I am quickly taken over by uncontrollable giggles as Damon tickles me until I beg him to stop.

"I am such a bad influence on you, Gilbert."

"I don't mind." I smile back.

"No, it didn't appear that you did mind. OK, so that's two years down and eight to go," Damon says.

"What?" I question.

"We're in the kiss and make up phase. Ten years is a whole hell of a lot of making up so I figure, one orgasm makes up for one year. You came twice so…" he trails off grinning at me like a kid in a candy shop before turning me into a spooning position and slipping into me from behind making me gasp.

"Damon, I can't…oh God," I moan as he begins to pump in and out while gently pinching one of my nipples. A few minutes later, we had three years taken care of in Damon's master plan.

"You OK, Lena?" Damon chuckles as I bury myself down into my pillow.

"Mmhmm, except I can't take anymore right now. I'll spontaneously combust."

"Death by orgasm, huh?" he chuckles. "What a way to go." Wrapping his arm around me, he pulls my back to his front as we both drift off to sleep.

AN: When I first approached this chapter, I had it pictured very differently-all hearts and flowers and sweetness when they finally got back together. But, as happens, the characters just took over and I realized that their history, connection and relief at their recent breakthrough would cause this scene to look a little different from what I had originally imagined. Plus, teasing Damon reared his beautiful head and I wasn't about to shoo him away. Thank you again for all of your support! I am overwhelmed by the follows, favorites and reviews!