I thought I'd be able to cover their visit in two chapters but decided to split it into three so that I could go ahead and post tonight. Enjoy! Warning: Naughty Damon Ahead (PS-He's my favorite.)

Chapter 30: The Case of Missing Pajamas

The day has been one of the most enjoyable I've had in ages. My family was very close. We took family trips, had game nights, cooked meals together and were, pretty much, the ideal American family. We even had a picket fence. Then my parents died and all of that went away. Many of my friends growing up would make comments about how they would never be able to stomach being around their families that much and I would give the expected eye roll but, in truth, I loved it. And, I miss it. I miss it so much that sometimes it hurts so badly that I cry gutturally. Today, I finally felt that familial warmth and love again. If I didn't already love Damon, Frannie would have tipped the scale in his favor. It is obvious just how much she adores her son and it is equally obvious that he worships the ground that she walks on. I have laughed so much at their antics that my sides hurt. We spent the afternoon cooking then enjoyed lemonade on the back porch while the sauce simmered. Of course, I was sworn to secrecy before being allowed to stay in the kitchen and assist with the sauce. And that sauce could lead to wars being fought for the recipe so Frannie is right to protect it! After dinner (and wine, the Salvatores are Italian after all), we relaxed on the overstuffed couches of the family room by the fire that Damon built. The day was perfect and I am exhausted so, now that I have wished Frannie a good rest and kissed Damon goodnight, I am anxious to crash for a good night's sleep. That's when I realize that my pajamas have disappeared from my luggage-the luggage that Damon delivered to my room.

"Damon! Open this door!" I am standing outside his door whispering as loudly as I dare for him to open the door. "Damon Salvatore, you better open up right this minute!"

"Hey, Lena, do you need something?" he innocently asks after opening his door.

"Don't you play innocent with me! Damon Francis Salvatore, where are my pajamas?" I step inside his bedroom and quietly close the door behind me.

"Did you lose your PJ's, Elena?"

"I didn't lose them! You took them you immature little pest!"

"Ooo—first you full name me and now you're calling me immature?" His smile is contagious and I can't help but crack and start to smile back.

"And a pest!" I add a swat to his chest. "Why did you take my pajamas? You're loving this aren't you?"

"Of course I am! It did work to get you into my room." I have seen horses eating briars that didn't look as pleased with themselves as Damon does. "Besides, I don't know why you're so concerned about where they are. I happen to know that you rarely end up sleeping in them anyway."

"Damon, I am in your mother's home. I am not going to sleep in the buff!"

"And yet that didn't keep you from using this as an excuse to sneak into my room!" he exclaims in a falsely shocked voice. "Elena Gilbert! I am scandalized!"

"Bite me, Damon." Before I realize what has happened, Damon has my back pressed to his front and is playfully nibbling my neck causing me to giggle.

"Shh, you better be quiet if you don't want mom to know that you snuck into my room. She would be shocked to learn that the sweet little thing that has been charming her all day is actually trying to corrupt her son."

"I think Frannie is smart enough to figure out who is corrupting whom in this relationship," I grumble back. Over the past few minutes Damon has been walking us backwards towards his bed. "Damon, may I have my pajamas, please?"

"Umm, no. I am disinclined to acquiesce with your request at this time," is Damon's snarky reply as he unbuttons my shirt.

"Smart ass, I need my pajamas." It is becoming increasingly difficult for me to remember why I am in need of clothes at all as Damon pulls my shirt back off of my shoulder and peppers it with kisses.

"Let's see, maybe we can work out an exchange," Damon bargains as his hand snakes up my stomach and pauses over the front clasp of my bra. "Hmm…I wonder what I should ask for?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something. You always do."

"Mmm, yes I do," he whispers in my ear causing my hair to practically stand on end. "Well, I think we start by disposing of this pesky piece of clothing." My bra is snapped open and both it and my shirt fall to the floor. "I think you're going to have to pay if you want your pajamas," Damon purrs as he toys with my nipples bringing a moan from me. "Tsk, tsk, I've already told you. You're going to have to be very, very quiet." He punctuates the statement with a sharp pinch to both nipples causing me to bite my lip as I fight back the urge to cry out. Without removing his fingers, he says, "Yes, I believe you're going to have to pay in sexual favors."

"What did you have in mind?" I coyly ask.

"Let's get rid of these jeans. They make your ass look divine but they certainly get in my way." He unsnaps my pants and steps back. "Lower them and then step out of them." As I start to push my jeans down my legs, he stops me, "Uh uh. Keep your legs straight." I blush from head to toe knowing the view that this will give him. Bending at the waist, I slowly lower my jeans. They're tight so I have to spread my legs a little bit in order to get them down then I step out of them. I can feel Damon's eyes of me. "Now do the same with those pretty little pink panties." Oh God. I'm going to combust from undressing myself. "Grab your ankles and stay just like that." I feel Damon's fingers tracing up my thighs, over my ass and back down to my core. He uses one finger and lightly traces my pussy lips and I whimper. "Remember, Elena, not a sound," he sternly whispers as those magic fingers continue their assault. I can feel my legs starting to tremble as my pussy literally weeps for his touch.

"Please!" I gasp on a whisper.

I feel him completely withdraw his hand as he tells me, "This is the last warning, Elena. No noise of any kind." I can hear the evil smile in his voice and know that he is enjoying my torment as he slowly follows the same path his fingers have already travelled making me wetter with every stroke. When he sinks one then two fingers into me it takes all of my will power not to vocally respond. He adds a third finger and I'm panting from the exertion of keeping quiet. I feel the heat of his body against my back as he reaches around to tweak my nipple as his thumb begins to circle my clit. The sensation is too much as I fall helplessly into a powerful orgasm, shamelessly riding Damon's fingers which are wickedly continuing to stroke my g-spot. I'm trying desperately not to make a sound but know that I didn't succeed when Damon lifts me against him and sighs.

"Oh, Elena, you couldn't do something as simple as be quiet. Now I have to do something to keep you quiet so that you'll remember for next time." He plants a searing kiss on my lips as his tongue plunders my mouth. "Hmm, you even made a noise then. I guess you need something that will keep that smart mouth busy," he whispers against my lips before pushing me to my knees. I have no idea when he removed his pants but I see his beautifully hard cock right in front of me and I can't resist the urge to taste him. I trace my tongue around him before sucking the head inside and humming. "That's a noise, Elena, I guess I need to do a little better job of keeping you quiet," Damon says before threading his fingers through my hair and pushing farther into my mouth until I swallow around him. He holds my head in place and I look up at him seeing nothing but raw love and passion in his eyes. He loosens his grip on my head and I pull back to take a needed gasp of air before he guides himself back into my mouth. I take him down farther than I ever have and fear I am going to begin to gag. "Breathe through your nose, baby." I do and he sinks in until I have taken him all the way in. As he begins to guide my head up and down his shaft, I stroke him with my tongue and reach out to massage his balls. "Oh fuck," he breathes. "Use your other hand on yourself. I want to see if you can keep quiet while you make yourself cum with my cock in your mouth." I am still so sensitive that I am soon flying into my second orgasm. "That feels so fucking amazing. God, Elena, you're so fucking hot on your knees, playing with your beautiful pussy while you suck me." His words set me off again and he drives his cock all the way in my mouth as I feel his hot seed fire down my throat. "Damn, now I know how to keep you quiet, pretty girl." He gently pulls me to my feet and pushes me back on the bed covering me in kisses. "Now, do you think you can be quiet this time?" I nod by head and give a small smile back as I feel him sink into me. "Oh, Elena, this is home. You are my home," he whispers in my ear. He has told me this before but every time it warms my heart even more than the time before. Suddenly, our round of down and dirty sex has turned into sweet love making. When we both reach our climax together, Damon pulls me into a deep kiss swallowing my cries. When he pulls back it is with a simple declaration, "I love you so much, Elena Gilbert."

"I love you too, Damon Salvatore," I whisper back. We snuggle into each other and just enjoy being close. Eventually, I bury my head under the covers causing Damon to yank them away asking me what's wrong. "I just started thinking. I'm so glad your mom didn't happen to walk in. I would have died if Frannie had caught us having sex!" I frantically whisper.

Damon throws his head back and laughs loudly.

"Damon! Shh!" I cannot believe he's being so loud after constantly reminding me to be quiet.

"Lena, honey, mom's room is on the other side of the house; she takes Ambien every night and sleeps with her radio on. There's no way she would have heard us!" He's still laughing when I sit straight up in bed giving him a thunderous look. "Although I must admit that it would have been pretty embarrassing if she would have come in and found you with your pretty naked pussy up in the air tempting her innocent son. I bet you wouldn't have gotten the secret recipe if she'd seen that first!"

"You're such an ass!" I pick up a pillow and smack him with it until we both collapse in laughter on the bed.

AN: I know it's short but I wanted to post again before hitting the grind of the week tomorrow. Thank you for your continued support! Have a great week! :-)