Once again, thank you for being the best readers ever. I hope to post an update in the next couple days which will include Frannie. Here's a little holiday lemony goodness in the meantime.

Chapter 40: Naughty Can Be Nice

"Absolutely not!" That sexy growl just makes me want it more.

"Please, Damon," I plead.

"You can beg all you want. I'm not giving in."

The only answer that earns is a whine.

"Lena, that bastard had you zip tied to a chair while he taunted you and felt you up. There's no way in hell that I could restrain you," Damon explains not for the first time.

"But, Damon," I begin.

"But nothing! The answer is no!" He cuts me off and even though I know it is totally inappropriate, the forcefulness behind his tone has me turned on.

"Please let me finish!" He crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow in an indication that I should go on. "Damon, I miss you. I miss us." It's true. Sure, we had made love numerous times since everything that happened with Tyler. And it was exactly that, sweet, gentle making love which was wonderful. But I missed the part of me that only Damon had ever brought out. I missed turning myself over to him completely. I missed his playfulness that had gone into hiding the moment that Tyler tossed me into his car. "I hate that he took that part of our intimacy away. It's like he won and I'll be damned if he is going to win!"

"Baby, I just can't stand the thought that I could do something that will bring everything that you went through flooding back," his eyes soften as he explains.

"Honey, you aren't going to do anything to hurt me. I know that. And if I start to freak out, I'll let you know. That's why I have a safeword. But, Damon, I don't think I'll have any issues. I don't equate what he did to me with what you do for me." I wrap my arms around his neck and place a soft kiss on his oh so kissable lips. "I'm not saying we have to do it right this minute but please say that you'll at least entertain it in the future."

"How can I ever say no to you when you look at me like that?" he murmurs against my lips.

~~~~~TVD~~~~~TVD~~~~~TVD~~~~~

I can't believe that Damon and I are about to celebrate our first Christmas together. We have plans to spend the night at Frannie's on Christmas Eve. She still doesn't know that we are engaged. Damon wanted to wait to tell her in person. And, of course, Damon has turned into a big kid—more excited about Christmas than any child I've ever known. We've had so much fun shopping for gifts for Stefan and Rebecca's kids as well as for Caroline and Klaus's little ones. The house is decorated complete with a tree in the family room and library as well as small ones in the kitchen and bedroom. Damon insisted on making a gingerbread house and baking enough cookies to put pounds on my hips just from the delicious smell. Jenna, Ric, Care, Klaus and their children all came over for dinner and to exchange presents and the girls and I have disappeared into the kitchen for a glass of wine while the guys play videogames with the children.

"So, is Damon still freaking out and treating you like you are made of glass?" Caroline asks as I take a sip of wine.

"Yeah," I sigh.

"Is he refusing to be intimate at all? Maybe you guys need to go talk to a professional. It could be that he needs help dealing with the trauma of what happened," Jenna suggests.

"Oh, no, we're having sex. We make love often." I feel the blush climb to my cheeks as I start to giggle.

"What's so funny?" Jenna asks.

"She's trying to figure out how to tell a therapist that she's upset that her hunk of a fiancé only wants to make love when what she wants is a good hard fuck," Caroline says causing me to sputter wine across the kitchen island.

"Care!" I squeal.

"What? It's true!" she counters.

"What's true?" Damon's voice comes from behind us where he is propped in the kitchen doorway.

"That Klaus is hotter than you or Ric," grins Caroline.

"Ha! That's so not true!" smirks Damon.

"Yeah, we all know Ric is hotter," I laugh causing Damon to put a hand over his heart as though he is mortally wounded. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to see you spit wine across the room but, unfortunately not long enough to know what made you do it. I've also been standing here under mistletoe entirely too long without being kissed." Immediately Jenna and Caroline run over and plant kisses on either cheek as Damon laughs. He now has a set of red lips from Caroline on one cheek and a set of pink ones from Jenna on the other.

"Well, I guess that's what happens when you stick mistletoe everywhere," I laugh.

"I'm an opportunist! I'm not going to miss having an excuse to get kisses from my beautiful girl every chance I can," he grins. "Besides, I don't have mistletoe everywhere but I may just have to add some in interesting places," Damon says as he reaches up, plucks off the mistletoe and tucks it in the buckle of his belt before giving me a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Eww! I'm so out of here!" whines Caroline as she and Jenna head back towards the family room.

"You know how to clear a room, babe! And, if you don't mind, I'll wait until there are no kids who could come running in to kiss you under that particular bit of mistletoe."

"Hmm, I like the sound of that," Damon says while placing the mistletoe back in it's rightful place, "but I have plans for you after our guests leave." With a wink, he turns and leads me back to our friends.

~~~~~TVD~~~~~TVD~~~~~TVD~~~~~

"I thought they would never leave," Damon sighs as he falls back against the closed door.

"Damon! It was your idea to have everyone over! And judging from the look on your face, it didn't look like you were being tortured while the kids were using you as a jungle gym."

"I did have fun and the kids will be great training for the brood we're going to have."

"Brood?"

"Oh yeah, we're going to have a whole lacrosse team," he says nodding.

"We may have to crunch those numbers a little bit, buddy."

"Either way, we need to start practicing for the whole procreation part which is why I'm so glad they are gone. I would hate to have to explain to Care's kids why Uncle Damon is pulling Aunt Elena's pants off." He playfully grasps the snap of my jeans.

"You're awful!" I laugh.

"I'll give you five minutes to go get naked except for the silk robe that is waiting on our bed and I'll show you just how awful I can be," he growls against my lips before delivering a crushing kiss. When he swats my behind, I take off to the bedroom. This is the most playful Damon has been since everything happened. I believe if we can get past his fear we will finally have beaten Tyler.

Moments later, I am waiting and anxious lying on our bed while a fire roars in the fireplace and I wait for Damon to come upstairs. When he comes in, Damon is holding a present. "Here's a little something for the Elena that is on the naughty list. Merry Christmas, baby." Taking the box from him I place it on my lap and carefully unwrap it. I cannot help the smile that comes to my face as I remove the lid and find strips of black silk. "They should be soft. I don't want to use anything that might hurt you," Damon says in a hushed voice before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"And what is this?" I ask holding up a black box nestled below the silk.

"That's for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot," smirks my devilishly handsome man. "Now, I think there's been enough talking and you are far overdressed for what I have in mind. So…" he trails off as he pulls the tie of my robe and pushes it off of my shoulders. "Why don't you scoot over in bed and just lay back on the pillows. I'll take this," he adds, taking the gift box from my hands and placing it on the bedside table.

"So, you're just here to tease me? Give me a present then take it away, why I never!" I simper.

"Oh, I'm here to tease and please you, Miss Gilbert," he answers pulling my hands above my head and carefully wrapping a strip of silk around my wrists before tying them to the headboard. "Yeah, I think this will do just fine," he says half to himself. "Now, as long as you are a good girl, I'll leave your legs free," he says as he trails a finger down each arm and slowly circles each breast. "I remember the first time I ever had you in my bed with your arms secured over your head."

"Tied with one of your ties," I say with a shudder as his finger ghosts around my belly button.

"You had been to that damned frat house. I spent that evening bouncing back and forth between being jealous and angry. You have no idea how close I was to busting into that party and hauling your delectable ass out of there over my shoulder." The whole time he is talking he has continued to trace his fingertips over my torso. "I was so relieved when I found out that you hadn't worn the skirt to the party." He continues teasing me, making me squirm as he lightly brushes the tip of his finger over one nipple then the other. "I was worse than a dog wanting to mark his territory at the idea of those guys gawking at my girl."

"I can't believe you remember that after all of this time," I shakily reply.

"Of course I remember. I remember every minute I've spent with you from the moment we met until this very second. In fact, I think it's time we made some new memories. Maybe some mistletoe memories…"

"Mistletoe memories? What do you mean by that?" I ask puzzled.

"Lena, have you not been paying attention?"

"How can I pay attention to anything when you are working me over?"

"Oh, baby, you ain't seen nothing yet!" he growls. "But, first, I need you to look up," he says pointing above his head. Hanging from something strung from the four posters of the bed (is that fishing line?) are sprigs of mistletoe. "Since you accused me of putting mistletoe everywhere…" he trailed off with a grin.

"You decided to really put it everywhere?"

"No, I decided to make sure everything I wanted to kiss had mistletoe hanging over it," he explains with a wicked twinkle in his eye. "So, I better start right here," he says as he leans place a tender kiss on my lips. "And, let's see," he says looking up, using the mistletoe as a map, "right about here." He kisses behind one ear, around my neck to the other ear, stopping to nibble on my earlobe. "Oh and let's not forget here," he murmurs before placing a chaste, kiss to each nipple. "Hmm, I think I want a little more of those," he says, looking up at me from beneath long black lashes. I am lost in his beautiful blue orbs as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and causing me to arch my back and moan. "Looks like someone is feeling left out. Can't have that." When he sucks my other nipple into his mouth the need to touch him is too great and I wrap the only thing around him that I can. My legs grip his waist and I gasp at the sensation of finally being able to make contact. The suction of his mouth increases coaxing a whine from me. Lifting his head, he uses his fingers to apply pressure to both nipples as he looks at me and makes tsking sound. "My naughty girl, what did I tell you about those legs? Now I'm going to have to tie them down." He shakes his head not looking the least bit disappointed to be using more of the silk ties. "Luckily, I had a feeling I might be having to do this and had a little something planned." He wraps the silk around each of my thighs and secures each tie to something that he had placed under the bed. I immediately realize that I cannot close my legs as whatever he has used has me securely fastened to the bed. "I'm amazed by the versatility of bungee cords," he says matter-of-factly as if he has not just trussed me up so that I am completely open to his every whim. "Oh, and looky where the next bit of mistletoe is! Looks like a large bunch so I'm going to have to be very thorough so I don't miss any of the important places." He grins at me and never loses eye contact as he kneels between my legs and places a kiss on the inside of either thigh.

"You missed," I whine.

"I'm not done yet," he smirks. He places kisses on my mound. "I remember that night was also the first time you ever shaved." He uses the tip of his tongue to trace the outside of my lips. "Miss Gilbert, you're so nice and wet and open," he drawls just before delicately kissing my clit.

"Please," I whimper.

"What do you want, baby?" he coos, his breath gliding across my moist skin. "Something like this?" He starts lapping at my clit like a cat lapping its milk. I'm writhing as much as my bonds will allow and gaining no purchase that will make him increase the pressure. He is driving me insane with no promise of relief in sight. He slowly licks his way lower until I feel his tongue enter me making me sigh as I think he will finally allow me to climax. He has other plans however when brings me to the edge then backs off goes back placing gentle kisses from one hip to the other and along the bend of my legs. I growl at him making him chuckle just as he kisses my mound. I can feel the vibration of his laugh. He starts using glorious mouth to work me up all over again only to pull back just when I think he's going to push me over.

"Argh! Is this your idea of a good time? Driving me slowly insane until all I can think about is you making me come?" I ask.

"Hmm Mmm," he smiles at me, blinking his eyes innocently. "Is it working? Do you have anything else of your mind?" he purrs.

"Yes, a million ways to torture you when I get loose!"

"Then I'm not doing this right. I better step up my efforts." He plunges two fingers inside of me and curls the, teasing me from the inside and making me gasp. "Now, if I do this, maybe it will properly distract you," he says before adding a third finger and locking his mouth over my clit sucking ferociously.

"Oh God, don't you dare stop," I gasp. When he uses his teeth to put pressure on my clit, I detonate in a mind-blowing orgasm.

"I almost forgot your other gift. Since you seem to be tied up at the moment, I'll just reach over here and grab it," he chuckles. I am still experiencing aftershocks when I see him pull a bullet vibrator out of the box. "Ever used one of these before?" My answering blush makes his smile even bigger. "Why, Elena Gilbert, are you telling me that you have a toy stash that I have not been told about?"

"Had. I haven't used anything since…" I trail off not wanting to stroke his already health ego.

"Since?" he prods.

"Since I started seeing you again," I whisper.

"Aww, that's so sweet," he smirked. "Well, that's about to change." He turns on the vibrator and starts by teasing my nipples. Once they are hard and sharp enough to cut glass, he starts moving down my body until he is concentrating it on my already sopping core. I am so sensitive from my recent orgasm that I cry out from the stimulation. It's almost too much. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any wetter," Damon says.

"I…ahh…yes…oh…Da...mon…" I am incapable of forming a sentence.

"What was that, baby?" he coos. "I better move this in case you're trying to say something important. As soon as he moves the vibrator I cry out. "Baby, I'm afraid I don't know what you want." Of course he knows exactly what I want. "Did you want me to move the vibrator or leave it where it was?" He puts it back on my clit.

"YES!" I cry.

"Move it?" He takes the vibrator away again causing me to whimper. "I'm afraid you're going to have to be very, very specific."

"Be as bad as you want to be but put that damn thing back on me," I growl in frustration.

"Bad as I want to be? Are you trying to strike a deal?" he asks just as he places the vibrator directly on my clit.

"YES!" I scream.

"Well then, let's see just how wet I can make you before you beg to be fucked." He holds the vibrator on my clit as he easily slips two fingers inside of me and presses on my g-spot. I am splayed completely open, my clit it being teased mercilessly and now my g-spot is getting a work out. In the blink of an eye, I am climaxing harder than I ever have in my life and screaming my gorgeously naughty fiancé's name.

"Damon, shit! Fuck me, please, fuck me!" I beg.

I'm still reeling from that orgasm when he unties my legs and flips me over. He slides into me from behind going incredibly deep. "You have a foul little mouth, Miss Gilbert. Maybe this will remind you that you should watch your language." He gives each ass a cheek a slap before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into me. I can feel every inch of him as he drives into me over and over. Just when I think I can't take much more, Damon wraps his arms around me palms my breasts with one hand while holding the vibrator to my clit with the other. Almost instantly we climax together, collapsing in a heap on the mattress before he unties my wrists.

"If that was what you get for being on the naughty list, I don't want to be nice," I breathe.

"Baby, you're a whole lot of both and I love you for it. Are you OK?" he asks while rubbing my wrists.

"Better than OK. Thank you. Thank you for trusting me to know my own boundaries."

"I was just scared," he explains.

"I know. I love you, Damon."

I love you, Lena."

AN: So they seem ready to move on and leave the Tyler stuff behind them. Thank you for reading. If you have time, please let me know what you think. Thank you!