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Chapter 3: Pillow Talk

"Care, what part of 'backyard football' sounded like a good idea?" I am holding my breath as I watch my brother take advantage of every opportunity to attempt to crush my fiancé.

"It's supposed to be tag not tackle football! How was I to know that Jeremy cheats?"

"You know that he cheats! You helped me raise him from the time he was a teenager!" They are going back to the line as I decide to threaten my little brother. "Jer, you better hope I don't have to ice him down later!"

"Baby, you know I love playing doctor with you!" Damon smirks at me just before the ball is snapped and Jeremy flattens him…again.

"OK, that's it! Game! Food's ready!" I can't watch anymore. As Jeremy tries to run past me as he heads to the house, I grab his arm. "You were taking things a little far don't you think?"

"No, not really. It was all in the name of the game. What's wrong, you afraid that pretty boy can't take it?" There's a hint of menace behind Jeremy's eyes.

"I thought you were going to give him a chance," I press.

"I am. I'm just having a little fun while I do." Jeremy runs off when Damon walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You gonna massage my sore muscle later?" Damon whispers in my ear.

"After that beating you only have one that's sore?"

"Only one that I need you to take care of," he laughs.

"Maybe I should have let the game continue, horny boy."

"So, Jeremy, I hear you are going to be looking for a home in the area?" Ric asks. "Do you have a job lined up already?"

"I do. A buddy of mine from the army got out a year ago. He's opened a security company and I'm going to be working for him."

"Well, judging from the beat down Damon just took, I wouldn't want to go up against you!" Ric laughs while playfully popping Damon in the arm.

"Are you going to be looking for a roommate? I just wondered because we have a few young guys who just started at Saltzman that may be in the market for a roomie." asks Jenna. I really do appreciate that my friends are all treating Jeremy like extended family.

"Thanks, Jenna, but I actually have someone who is going to be moving here and living with me," answers Jeremy.

"Oh? I didn't realize that. Is it anyone I know?" I ask.

"No, you haven't met her yet. Her name is Anna and she was a nurse on our base. She got out just before I did."

"Anna? You're moving in with a girl? Jeremy, isn't that a little, I don't know, fast? I mean, how long have you known her? Is she a good person?"

"She's a wonderful person. Besides, Elena, don't you think that's a little hypocritical? After all, you're shacking up with Damon!" Jeremy fires back as my so-called friends chuckle at my reaction.

"We are not shacking up! We are engaged!"

"Babe, he has a point," Damon attempts to placate me.

"You know, Damon," says Jeremy, "I might just end up liking you after all."

Jeremy has gone to meet a friend for drinks giving Damon and I the house all to ourselves for a few hours. I'm still reeling from Jeremy's announcement about Anna.

"I can't believe he's going to be living with a girl!"

"I live with a girl and I have found it to be far superior to living with a guy." Damon kisses me on the nose and pulls me into his arms spooning me on the bed.

"That's different! We're different!"

"Like I said at Care's, you're being a little hypocritical, don't you think?"

"I cannot believe you are taking his side in this!" At dinner, Jeremy had proceeded to go on and on about Anna to the guys who, led by Damon, were asking all about her.

"Lena, he seems to really like her. I thought you'd want him to be happy."

"I do want him to be happy but don't you think he's a little young?"

"Babe, if he's old enough to get shot for our country then he is most definitely old enough to move in with a girl and have naked movie nights if he wants!"

"Oh my God! You don't think their having sex?" I ask, my eyes bugging out of my head. In an instant, Damon is giving me a look that says he thinks I've lost my mind.

"You don't honestly think they aren't? Oh no, you actually thought they were going to just be roomies as opposed to living together!" he laughs.

I cover my ears and scrunch my eyes closed. I cannot even fathom the idea. "Please tell me that my baby brother is not having sex. Please! My brain cannot handle that!"

Damon is laughing hysterically. "Lena, honey, you are so naïve! Of course he is having sex! I remember being that age. Hell, I'm horny all the time now and in my twenties I was worse. I promise you they are going at it like bunnies every chance they get!"

"Stop it!" I scream. "I don't want to hear it!"

"Maybe I should try to win some brownie points with Jer and give him the name of that little lingerie shop that now knows me by name. I'll tell him it's his sister's favorite!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh hell yes I would!" Damon is outright belly laughing at this point and I have heard enough. I grab one of our pillows and wallop him as hard as I can. Catching the pillow before I can pull it back, he says, "Tell me you did not just hit me with a pillow."

"I did and I'll do it again if you don't stop laughing at me, asshole!" The grin on his face does not match the devilish gleam of his eyes.

"Asshole? Did you just call me an asshole, Miss Gilbert?"

"You bet I did, asshole!" I drag out the last word for emphasis.

"You're going to want to take that back," he smirks.

"No, I'm not." I can be just as stubborn as he can.

"Well, then, you give me no other choice," he says. The next thing I know Damon's arms have me pinned to him and he is tickling me without mercy. In no time, I am out of breath and begging for mercy.

"Stop! Please, Damon, stop!" I whine between laughs.

"But you sound like you are having so much fun," he chuckles.

"Damon, I can't, please, stop, my shirt, I" I'm gasping between laughs.

"You aren't making any sense right now, Lena." I am wearing one of Damon's t-shirts and it's worked its way up to just under my breasts. "Is something wrong with your shirt?" He pauses the tickling for me to answer.

"It's getting all twisted and riding up," I pant.

"Well, let me just get it out of the way." Damon grabs the shirt and with a yank, rips down the front. "Not a problem now. Slip your arms out."

"Damon! I liked that shirt!"

"Well I like what's underneath it better!" he says as he tickles me again before pulling my back tightly to his front. "I especially like how you wiggle that cute little ass," he whispers in my ear. He has stopped the tortuous tickles and is now lightly trailing tickling touches all around my stomach while he places soft kisses on my neck.

"Touch me, Damon," I purr while grinding my butt into him.

"I am touching you, Lena," he chuckles. "Did you mean like this?" He moves to tickle me under my arm causing me to writhe against him.

"No!" I squeal. "Lower!"

"Oh, you prefer here?" He tickles my side and I twitch uncontrollably in his arms.

"Damon, stop!"

"But you just told me to touch you. Okay, have it your way," and he locks his hands on his own arms so that they are no longer touching me but instead he has me in a vice like grip.

"Please, Damon," I whine and circle my hips in an effort to tempt him.

"What do you want, baby?"

"You know what I want," I pout. "I want you to touch me!"

"Okay, pouty, let me just get these out of the way," and with one tug my panties are ripped from me.

"What is it with you and the ripping of clothes today?"

"I don't like wasting time. Now, you wanted me to touch you?" He slides one finger in lazy circles over the top of my breasts, still refusing me what I want but making me breathe heavier with every stroke. When I petulantly whine, he softly laughs, "What's the matter? Is this still not what you had in mind?"

"You know it's not."

"How about this?" He moves his hands up to cup my breasts and lightly pinches both nipples, simply holding them in a too-soft grip. I wiggle my ass against him and whimper when he sharpens the pinch but remains still. "You still don't seem satisfied. Where do you want me to touch you?"

"Damon, I can't…"

"You can't what, baby?" He lets go of my nipples and traces his fingers around them barely touching me. "You're going to have to tell me because apparently I have no idea what you want." His velvety voice is falsely innocent. "Where do you want me to touch you?"

"Touch my…"I stall. I'm never good at asking for what I want.

"Touch your what?" I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Touch my pu…I can't say it, Damon."

"Then I'm going to have to go back to guessing." He runs a hand across the top of one thigh then the other before coming back to lightly tickle me just below my belly button. I'm wiggling under the relentless teasing. "Am I getting closer?"

"Uh huh," I moan. "Please!"

"I'd be happy to but you've got to tell me."

"Damon, touch my…" he teasingly trails his finger across my thighs and I whine louder.

"What is it you want, Elena? Do you want me to touch your pretty little pussy?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Then tell me."

"Dammit, Damon, touch my pussy," I angrily whisper. He knows I'm uncomfortable talking dirty even if it makes me hot to hear him do it.

He slides one finger to rest on my clit but stays completely still. "That was a little rude, missy. Mmm, you are so wet. Is that anyway to speak when you are so obviously enjoying yourself? Now ask politely," he chides.

"Please, Damon, touch my pussy," I whine.

"Much better!" I can hear the smile in his voice. "But I am touching your pussy."

"More," I growl. He moves his hand away and makes a tsking sound. "More, please, I need more." He glides his hand up my thigh to my hairless mound. Lifting my leg over his and wrapping his foot around my ankle, Damon has me spread and immobile against him. Using feather light touches he teases me, never spending too much time in one place. He is driving me closer and closer to the edge but refusing to give me enough to push me over. "Please, Damon. I need to more."

"And what do you need me to do?" He's going to make me beg. I can feel it.

"Fuck me, Damon, please, fuck me," I plead. Immediately, he slides into me, filling me. At this angle he is constantly stroking me in just the right spot and I quickly fly to climax. "Oh my God! That was amazing!"

"I'm not done with you yet, Lena!" he growls. He continues to pump into me while finally giving my clit the attention that I crazed but was so loathed to beg for. "You're going to come again for me. Aren't you, beautiful?"

"Yes!" I cry out as I have another mind shattering orgasm.

"I love watching you fall apart in my arms!" he tells me just as he joins me.

Once we have both caught our breath and are sleepily snuggled in the bed I look up at his softly smiling, satisfied face. "So, tickling me and forcing me to talk dirty? This is your idea of a good time?"

He laughs softly, "You were getting far too wound up. You needed a distraction."

"So you made me explicitly beg to be touched?"

"You ask, I please. I'm easy like that!" he quips.

"Be glad I'm too tired to whack you with a pillow again," I grumble.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know you love me," he tells me.

"You bet your sweet ass I do," and I kiss him before nestling against him and falling asleep.

AN: I love naughty Damon. He's one of my favorite varieties! So, Jeremy is here, he'll be moving into his own place with Anna. I've always felt she was right for him. We'll be pushing forward with wedding plans, fall out from Tyler's trial (read Now and Then if you haven't yet) and lots of other stuff. Have a great week and if you have time, please click that box and let me know what you think. Thank you for being awesome!