Disclaimer – As usual, I do not own The Vampire Diaries or any of its characters.
Author's Note - So, Katherine is dead! Yay! Now we can get back to the smut ;) Again, this chapter is unbeta-ed, so all mistakes are mine. I'll be wrapping this up soon, just another chapter or two.
The weary trio of Damon, Elena and Stefan trudged through the front door of the boarding house shortly before noon. They were all filthy, covered in dried blood. Stefan excused himself almost immediately, while Damon and Elena headed for the kitchen.
After Katherine's fiery send-off, they spent some time cleaning up the clearing, destroying any evidence of what had occurred there. With the council still on high alert following John's "disappearance", they didn't want to take any chances. They had taken Caroline back to Bonnie's where she and Elena cleaned her up. Poor Caroline had been mute for the most part, occasionally breaking down in confused tears. After some prodding, Bonnie and Elena had finally agreed to let Anna compel her, taking away her memory of the day. By the time they had left, Caroline had appeared to be her normal bubbly self.
Damon went right for the fridge and grabbed three packets of blood. He emptied one into a mug and drank it cold, swallowing it in three gulps. He slammed the mug back on the counter and repeated the process two more times. Elena's stomach growled, reminding her that she too, was ravenous. She went to the pantry and her eyes lit up when she spotted a box of strawberry Pop Tarts. Her fingers tore into the box greedily and pulled out a packet of foil-wrapped deliciousness. She all but stuffed one into her mouth, crumbs falling carelessly to the tile.
Damon watched her with a smirk; she was cute when she ate like a savage, little bits of strawberry jam clinging to her lower lip. He set his cup down and sauntered over to her, kissing her mouth, his tongue sneaking out to catch the bit of sticky sweetness that lingered on her lips. Her stomach growled again and Damon pulled away. "Do you want me to fix you something?" He picked up the box and regarded it with a frown. "These are all sugar. Let me make you a sandwich or something."
She snatched the box out of his hand and shook her head. Elena swallowed before she responded, "I'm too hungry to wait, these are fine," as she pulled out another packet.
"When was the last time you ate?" his features were etched with concern.
Elena offered him a shrug. "I haven't had much of an appetite lately," she said quietly as she jumped up onto the counter. "This is the first time I've been hungry all week."
Damon nodded once and went to the fridge to pour her a glass of orange juice. He set it down next to her and was pleased when she tilted her head back and drained the contents without pausing for a breath. He refilled it and poured her a bowl of cereal before leaning against the opposite counter to watch her eat. When she had sufficiently stuffed herself, he pushed off the counter and situated himself between her legs, pulling her close.
She wound her arms around his shoulders and stroked the nape of his neck. Her voice was soft as she met his crystal blue eyes. "Are you okay?"
He knew what she was really asking – was he was okay after killing Katherine. His fingers pushed deeper into her hips, holding her to him. "Yes," he spoke with complete conviction. "And I'll be even better after a shower." Damon's voice was thick with seduction as he licked a wet path up her neck and whispered in her ear, "Care to join me?"
Elena's thighs clenched around his waist at the invitation and she nodded mutely into his neck. Air rushed past her and she heard the soft click of a door closing before he set her down carefully. She opened her eyes to find herself seated on a different counter, this one located Damon's bathroom. He cupped her face and kissed her softly. It was a comforting kiss, one that spoke of the intimacy and trust that flowed between them. Wanting more, Elena opened her mouth and licked at his lower lip, nipping it gently. Damon groaned and tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss as his tongue delved into her mouth. His hands skated up her thighs and slid under her shirt, caressing her sides before flashing around in a burst of speed to unhook her bra.
The suddenness of the action took her by surprise, and Elena broke the kiss with a laugh. "Did you do that with one hand or two?"
"Pfft. I'm no amateur, Elena," he grinned smugly. He pulled one hand from beneath her shirt and held it up for her inspection before pushing it between her thighs where his fingers landed unerringly on her clit. "One." Damon smirked as he rubbed her firmly through the denim.
She bucked her hips against his fingers and her head fell back to the mirror behind her. Elena's voice was breathy and unsteady as she said, "I should have known." She whimpered when he removed his hand. "Tease."
Damon laughed and kissed her. "Tart." His hands went to the bottom of her shirt and he peeled it off slowly, watching her closely for any signs of discomfort. As he drew it over her head, his eyes flashed to the mirror to inspect the skin of her back. He was relieved to find it unmarred, still creamy and perfect. His hands went to the straps of her bra and he guided the garment down her arms, taking extra care as his hand skimmed down her left arm. It appeared to be in perfect condition and he dropped a kiss on her upper arm, his lips feathering over the exact location where the bone had snapped.
Elena's fingers threaded through the soft strands of his hair, ruffling it slightly. "It's fine, Damon." She dipped her head to kiss his temple. "I'm fine." Her hands moved to the collar of his shirt and released the top button. He lifted his face to hers and placed his hands on the counter, boxing her in. Elena held his gaze as she methodically opened the rest of them and slid her hands up his muscular abdomen, brushing her thumbnails over his nipples when she reached his chest. He sucked in a breath, but didn't break eye contact. Eager to see how far she could push this little battle of wills, Elena skimmed her fingertips back down his chest and dipped them beneath the waistband of his jeans, scratching lightly at his hipbones. Moving slowly, her hands found their way to the button of his jeans and she popped it with a smile before lowering the zipper at a snail's pace. Elena knew victory was close at hand when saw his jaw clench.
Damon fought to stay still, curious to see how far she'd take this little game. When her hot little hand slid under his boxer briefs and curled around his cock, he almost lost it. He watched her pupils dilate and saw her pink lips part as she stroked him firmly, but he didn't break eye contact. He drew in a sharp breath, but kept his eyes locked on hers as her hand tightened around his shaft, her thumb sweeping over the sensitive head.
There was no way she was going to lose. She was going to break him and knew exactly how to do it. The hand not currently occupied, made its way to his neck and pulled him closer. She licked her lips and leaned forward, while whispering, "I want to kiss you here." As she spoke the last word, her hand squeezed his cock lovingly to emphasize her point.
He lost the battle as he dropped his head to her shoulder with a deep groan, "Fuck, Elena." The mental image that sentence conjured up had Damon ready to pound her into the ground. He kissed her roughly and she whimpered into his mouth, just as turned on as he was. In a blur of motion, he had them the shower, still half dressed, and turned the water on full blast, soaking them both. He sunk to his knees, kissing her breasts as he passed. Her wet jeans clung to her and he yanked them down roughly taking her panties with them. He threw the sodden bundle over the glass wall before lifting her leg over his shoulder and sinking his tongue inside of her.
Elena's hands flew to his shoulders for support as her whole body shivered in pleasure at the unexpected invasion. "Oh my God, Damon." He set a relentless pace, sucking her clit into his warm mouth as he sank two fingers inside of her. Her legs began to shake, and he curled his arm around her waist, supporting her easily. She looked down and her eyes clashed with his, those piercing blue eyes pushing her over the edge. Her head flew back as she released a soft scream, her body shuddering violently as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
Damon brought her down from her high with gentle touches and barely there caresses. When her strength returned, he stood and removed the rest of his clothes before reaching for the shampoo bottle. He squeezed a large dollop into his palm and rubbed it into Elena's scalp. His fingers wove through her thick mane of hair tenderly, creating a foamy lather as he scrubbed away the blood and dirt.
Elena stood motionless, powerless to do anything other than enjoy his gentle ministrations. He was so attentive, careful to keep to soap from her eyes. Satisfied that her beautiful hiar was now perfectly clean, Damon walked her forward and tipped her head back, rinsing the suds away until the water ran clear. He smiled at the dazed look on her face and proceeded to wash his own hair quickly.
Elena emerged from her blissful stupor as she watched the soapy residue slide down his spine, her eyes following it over the curve of his ass. She reached out, and her hand retraced the path the water had taken, skimming over the firm muscle of his butt and continuing up his back. She walked in front of him and pressed against him enjoying the friction created by their wet skin. She leaned up and kissed him firmly, her passion igniting again as he pushed his hips into hers, his thick erection sliding against the soft skin of her stomach. Breaking away abruptly, she dropped to her knees and favored him with a sultry look. "I meant what I said earlier."
The sight of Elena on her knees was far better in reality than any of the fantasies that had run through his mind. Her skin flushed red, and Damon knew that it had nothing to do with the temperature of the water pouring over them. Suddenly he realized that she had never done this before and a wave of possessiveness washed through him, secretly thrilled that Stefan would never know this side of her. Her hand curled around him and her lips closed over the tip of his cock, sucking delicately. Damon's hands slapped loudly against the wet tile wall, the feeling of her hot mouth making his knees weak. She pulled back and pushed his erection against his stomach as she ran her tongue up the sensitive underside before wrapping her lips around him again and taking a few inches into her mouth, establishing a hesitant rhythm as she moved her head up and down. Damon groaned and skimmed his fingers over her temple, desperate to touch her. Her eyes flipped to his and the warmth he saw there clutched at his heart.
She whimpered in disappointment as he pulled out of her grasp. She had barely gotten started. "I wasn't finished."
He hands pulled her up, his arm settling under her knee, opening her to him as he slid inside of her in a fluid thrust. The tight, wet heat of her never failed to stun him and he grunted against her breast, "Sorry. Couldn't wait."
Elena wrapped her arms around his shoulders, the slick tile making it hard for her to keep her balance. Feeling her struggle, Damon pushed her against the wall and pulled out slowly, enjoying her drawn out moan. He pushed back into her at the same leisurely pace, going slow until he could feel her growing restless.
"Damon, please," she breathed against his neck.
"Please, what?" he slowed his pace to a crawl.
"Faster," she moaned, before delivering a sharp bit to his shoulder. "Harder," she begged.
The feel of her blunt teeth pressing into his skin, set him off and he slammed into her. He pulled back and favored her with a mock glare. "That was cheap, Elena."
She smiled and held his gaze as she flexed her vaginal muscles, massaging him inside of her. His eyes closed and he tipped his head back, releasing a moan. Elena leaned forward and sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck. "That was cheaper."
He met her mouth in a brutal kiss, tongues tangling as their hips battled below. Damon slid his hand between their slick bodies and pinched her clit, needing her to come before him. As his fingers closed over that bundle of nerves, Elena broke away from his mouth with a strangled gasp as her body shook with her second orgasm of the day. Feeling her flutter around him, he followed her over the edge. Damon's fingers dug into her hips as he came violently, shouting his pleasure as his orgasm crashed through him.
He set her on her feet gingerly, mindful of her weakened state. Damon grabbed a towel and dried her gently. As she rubbed the towel over her back, he placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. "So, have you decided where you want to go?"
She smiled at him sleepily, "Actually I have."
Damon picked her up and carried her into his room, setting her down on the edge of his bed before he went to his dresser to find a t-shirt for her to sleep in. He handed it to her and stood back, enjoying the enticing way her breasts swayed as she pulled it over her head. "So where are we off to?" he asked as he pulled the comforter back and crawled into bed, pulling her against his chest.
She yawned widely and closed her eyes. "I'll tell you tomorrow." She was asleep almost instantly.