"Whoa." Elena came into the room to see the brothers arguing. "What's going on?"
"Ah, just having a little disagreement about process."
"You're still not on board with the animal plan?"
"Nope. I say rip of the preverbal Band-Aid and let it bleed. You're a vampire, Elena. Be a vampire."
"Ready to go?"
"No." She grabbed Stefan's hand and stopped him from going out the door. "I'm not leaving with everyone all pissed off at each other. Please, Damon." She walked across the room and into his arms. "Please trust Stefan's judgment here." Her voice was starting to shake with tears, her heightened emotions bubbling up with the intensity of the room.
"No." He said, bending down to kiss her nose. "I will not trust Stefan's judgment because Stefan's judgment is wrong."

Stefan let out a long breath and walked up behind Elena to rest his hands on her hips. He put his head on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. "Please don't cry baby."

Damon wrapped his arms around her shoulders and put his head on her other shoulder, kissing her neck. She tipped her head forward sobbed into Damon's shirt.

"Don't get yourself all worked up." Damon murmured. "We will work it out, we always to."
"Elena." Stefan said sternly, taking the opposite approach. "Stop it."

She continued to cry until her body started to tremor with the force of emotion.

"Shut up." Damon said over her shoulder at Stefan. "You're not helping."
"Oh and you are helping?" Stefan replied.
"STOP!" Elena extracted herself from between them. "BOTH OF YOU! Just stop." She took a deep breath and interlaced her fingers, placing on the top of her head and taking a lap around the room. "I can't do this you guys. I am barely surviving this. I can't have you two losing it also." She tried to keep her voice low and even, feeling a little embarrassed about her previous explosion.

When she reached the bed, she kicked her shoes off and pulled her sweater down her arms. She laid back on the bed and put a hand on her forehead.

"You two are making my physically ill." She said towards the ceiling, feeling completely defeated.
"You're not sick. You're hungry."
"Damon." She slid her hands from her head down and out to hold his upper arms. "Stop."

Damon braced his hands on either side of her torso and hovered over her body. She had a steady flow of tears coming from her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. Damon kissed each side of her damp face.

"Please, Damon." She mumbled out, bringing her hands to the back of his head. "I can't go away with Stefan knowing you are back here angry." She pulled his lips down to hers. "Please." She murmured out one last time before nipping his lip.

Stefan stood back and watched the exchange with his arms folded over his chest. Their kiss was quickly becoming heated and Elena was starting to bow her body off the bed in an effort to get closer to Damon's. She let out a little breathy moan when her pelvis finally came into contact with his.

"Damon." Stefan warned from his space next to the bed. They both knew Elena was over emotional, over stimulated, and over tired. They hadn't had sex since she had transitioned and he didn't think now was the time to start.
"No." Elena stated firmly when Damon tried to turn his head away, gripping his hair. "Stefan, no." She said, looking over Damon's shoulder at him, overruling him. She was starting to get hysterical again, her body tensing and her breathing starting to hitch.
"Hey." Damon stood and held her to his chest. He turned them so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was in his lap. "It's okay." She cried into his chest, her tears saturating his t-shirt.

Stefan sat next to his brother and ran his hand up her back. She lifted her head to look over at him and climbed from Damon's lap and into his, trying fruitlessly to get comfort wherever she could. She brought her hands to his neck and kissed him, her salty tears mingling between their mouths.

"I want this…" She pulled her head back and looked over at Damon. "… You want this." She paused. "I need to do something normal… Well, Normal for us. Something that we did before I transitioned and all of this bullshit started to unfold."

The brothers exchanged a look. Neither could deny that they wanted her desperately, but they also wanted to do the right thing.

"Is that what is going to make you feel better?" Damon leaned over to her. "Right now?"

She nodded her head and moved a hand from Stefan's neck to cup the back of Damon's head. As she kissed Damon, she ground her hips down on to Stefan, feeling him getting hard through their jeans.

Elena breathed into Damon's mouth when she felt Stefan start to kiss up the side of her neck. He slid his hand around her body and under her shirt, pulling her closer to him by the arch of her back.

Elena had never felt such an intense rush of sensation before. Her nipples were stiff and puckered, pressing painfully against the lace of her bra. The tissue of her groin was pulsating and burning. They had barely even started and she was already getting frantic.

She pulled her own shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. When she felt the cool air of the bedroom swirl around her overheated body, she released the breath she had unintentionally been holding, approaching the first twinge of relief.

Stefan kissed down her throat and to the cleavage that was spilling from her black lace bra. He held her firmly by the sides and used the tip of his tongue to trace the soft skin. He nestled his face into the valley of her breasts and listened to her heart beating, the cadence of the thuds growing with each moment.

He could see her tightly confined nipples straining for pleasure. He zeroed in on one and encased it with his mouth over the lace of her bra. Elena let her head drop back and arched her chest towards his mouth, letting out a groan of approval.

Damon reached his hand between their bodies and popped open the button of her jeans. He slid his hand inside and brushed his fingers against the engorged skin, immediately coming into contact with the silky fluids of her arousal. "Oh my God you're wet." He murmured over at her and she opened her eyes to smile at him.

Elena groaned and gyrated her hips, trying to get Damon's fingers where she wanted them. She moved her hands to the hem of Stefan's shirt and added it to the growing pile of clothing beneath her. She took a big mouthful of skin on his shoulder and traveled down his chest, her warm breath coming out erratically between bites.

When she had moved as far down his torso as she could, she unbuttoned his pants and tried to leave his lap, but he gripped her upper arms, stopping her. "No." He said sternly. "This is about you."

He unclipped her bra and slid it down her arms before laying her body back on the bed so her head was resting on the row of pillows. He kissed back down her body. When he got to the waistband of her bottoms, he pulled them down her legs, leaving her hairless body fully exposed. He stroked her thighs as he lowered his mouth.

"Stefan, no!" Her body jolted when he made contact with her clit, her hypersensitive body overreacting to the slightest touch. "That's too much."
"Do you want Damon to try?" Stefan sat back on his heals, a bit taken aback and unsure how to proceed.
"Yes." She breathed out, extending her arms to Damon, who was still removing his clothing.

Stefan laid next to her, inviting his brother to take over. He wove his fingers through her hair and then rested his hand there, letting her know he was still there without overwhelming her.

Damon hovered above her and looked down at her naked body. He had never seen her arousal reflected back at him so vividly. Her lips were red, swollen, and glistening as she struggled to suck air in through them and to her lungs. Her chest was flushed and her breasts were resting in soft pools on top of her ribcage. The tiny bud of her clit was so engorged and erect that it was protruding through the outer lips of her vagina, fully visible to his hungry eyes. But as hot as her body looked to him, he knew that level or arousal was painful and they would have to be very careful not to overwhelm her.

"What?" Elena gripped a handful of his hair and looked up at him.
"You're beautiful." He replied, taking his place between her thighs.

He ran his index finger over the little pouted lip of her smile. He lowered his mouth to hers and nipped across it and down her throat. He felt her tighten the grip of the hand she had woven through his hair and direct his mouth across her chest and to her nipple.

"Damon…" She released his head and moved her hands to his hips. She arched her back and pulled his pelvis down to hers, grinding her hips into his massive erection. She clearly didn't want to waste any time with idle foreplay.

Damon lowered himself to his forearms and and hooked his arms under hers, reaching back up to interlace their hands. He tipped his head to the side and slid their lips together. He pulled his head back dropped his forehead to rest on hers as he pushed his hips forward, slowly easing his way into her tightly wound body. He opened his eyes to look down into hers, which were heavy and dilated, gazing back up at him.

"You feel so good." Elena murmured as she gripped his shoulder blades and hitched her knees up, holding them close to her chest.

"Mmm." Was all Damon could get out as he built a rhythm of shallow thrusts. He angled his pubic bone so it came into contact with hers with each jolt, brushing back and forth over the tender skin of her clit.

"I…" Her heart started to race in her chest and the muscles in her toes became impossibly tight. "Oh… God. Damon. I'm…" She breathed out, coming before she could warn him that she was coming.

She laid her head back on to the pillow and let the ripples wash over her, watching the stars of white light bursting through the darkness in her head. Her hands slid from Damon's shoulders to his sides and her legs splayed while he continued to thrust into her.

Damon looked down and watched her lip tremble as she struggled for breath. Her eyelids were closed but he could see her eyes tracking rapidly behind them as she shivered out the final waves of ecstasy.

Watching his girlfriend's face admits ecstasy and her body convulsing around him was enough to push him over the edge. He slowed his thrusts as essence spilled from his body and was absorbed by hers. He rolled to the side, pulling her with him, his flaccid dick slipping from her body.

Elena held Damon's neck and continued to nip along his lips as they came down for their high, still needing to feel the solid form of his body for reassurance in her new fragile state.

Stefan settled behind her and combed his fingers through her hair. He leaned over and kissed her temple. He could feel the wetness overflowing from her body and on to his thighs. He took his dick in his hand and moved it across the skin, lubricating it for an easy transition. Damon hooked his arm under her knee and pulled it up to rest on his hip, opening her up for his brother.

Stefan thrust into her overly eager body. The position he was in, allowing him to hit many different areas of her soft vaginal tissue. She yelped when he changed the angle of his penetration and hit a hypersensitive patch of nerve endings. He held her hips in place so he could keep sliding into her at the same angle, putting pressure on the front wall of her vagina and consequently, her bladder.

Elena bit her lip and grasped Damon's hands as she felt the tension in her pelvis approaching a peak. She let out a little mewl and tensed her body, pulling her knee from Damon's hip to squeeze her thighs together. She took an extra deep breath and sighed it out, preventing herself from toppling over the edge of bliss.

"Stef…" She released her lip and breathed out. "Stefan… I. I feel… I am going to." She couldn't verbalize it, but she felt completely out of control of her body. "I…Unh... You need to stop."

Damon watched her body tighten and her brow furrow. He reached over her body to tap Stefan's hip, signaling for him to stop. He stilled his hips and ran his fingertips up her arm.

"What's wrong?" He whispered into her ear.
"I feel…" She hesitated and looked over at Damon with giant, childlike eyes.
"You feel like you're going to pee." Damon filled in the blanks. It hadn't occurred to him until that moment that even with their extensive sexual exploration, she had never had a vaginal orgasm and now the prospect of a complete release was overwhelming her senses.

She looked between their bodies at her little belly bulge to avoid eye contact but nodded her head.

"It's okay." Damon used his palm to wipe the perspiration from her forehead. "You won't." He paused. "And if you do, it's not a big deal. We will just change the sheets." He wanted her to be able to fully enjoy her new body. "We have plenty of sheets." He took her hand in his and kissed across her knuckles. "Just let go."

When Stefan started to move his hips again, Elena took a deep breath and braced herself. She gripped Damon's hand, still feeling unsure. She pressed her head back into Stefan's chest and tried to relax the muscles that she was still holding tightly in her lower body.

Stefan wrapped his arm around her and put his hand flat on her belly. He held her tightly to him as he slid almost all of the way out and then plunged back into her. He was trying to hold back and let Elena relax enough to orgasm again, but he was already precariously close to exploding inside her. He bit into his bottom lip as he tried to concentrate.

The grip Elena had on Damon's hands kept tightening until his fingertips were starting to turn blue, still searching for reassurance. When she let out a little whine and her body started tensing again, Damon brought his mouth to hers. She let go of his hands and wrapped them around his neck, holding them together as her muscles contracted around Stefan's cock.

As soon are the first tremors of her orgasm had coursed through her body, tears filled her eyes and escaped down her face. She couldn't control the sobs this time. She released the anger, grief, and sadness with vigor. She stayed pinned between the brothers.

"Shh…" Stefan breathed into the hair on the crown of her head. "Just breathe."
"You're okay." Damon reassured her, using his index finger to truncate the stream of tears. He looked at her pale, clammy face and then over her shoulder at his brother.
"Fine." Stefan relented. He shook his head and moved to get out of bed. "I'll get her a blood bag.