Here we go, some more smut for all you smut lovers out there. There's not as much as usual, but its there. Giuseppe sort of returns in this chapter, and we get some insight into his plan. Let me know what you all think, I like how this chapter turned out.
PS I own nothing by my ideas and my characters. Everything else belongs to LJ Smith and the CW.
"I'm sorry about last night Damon." Elena murmured when she woke up the next morning, still tangled protectively with her husband.
"It's okay. It was definitely hot as hell. It turns me on to see you so jealous." he told her kissing her softly.
"I'm going to try to give her a chance. I wont be jealous, or too jealous. I am always jealous when I see you with a beautiful woman." she said.
"Now you know sort of how I felt at the costume party at the Lockwood's the other night." he told her.
"Yes, I suppose I do." she said nestling deeper into his chest.
"We should probably get up." he said stretching his arms over his head and sitting up. The blankets and the sheets pooling around his waist.
"I suppose so. Can I interest you in a little shower sex before going downstairs?" she asked smirking at him.
"It's usually me propositioning you for sex. Not the other way around. What have I done to you?" he asked as he swung his legs out of the bed.
"You've effectively corrupted me my darling. I just cant get enough of your sinfully hot body." she said getting out of the bed and following him into the bathroom. Damon started the shower and waited for the water to get to the perfect temperature before gently shoving Elena under the hot spray before entering behind her.
"Before I let you fuck me, you have to wash my hair for me. You have magnificent hands." she informed him as she handed him her shampoo. He chuckled as he started lathering the shampoo up in her hair before rinsing it out. When he was done he put the conditioner in before pushing her out of the way. He knew she liked leaving the conditioner in her hair for a couple minutes, so in that time he washed his hair and rinsed it.
"You are so sexy with water running down your body. I somehow got the hottest man on the planet as my lover." she said.
"Husband. I put a ring on your finger in order to be called husband. Although in a way they have the same connotation. I'm your love slave regardless." he said as he pushed her back under the spray to rinse out the conditioner.
"Don't act like you don't enjoy it." she muttered knowing he could hear her loud and clear.
"I never said I didn't. You're always taking advantage of me, and I cant bring myself to complain." he told her.
"Of course you cant. Pass me my body wash." she ordered. He handed her the vanilla scented body wash and she squeezed some onto a loofah. He leaned back against the shower wall; he loved watching her wash herself. It was so sensual, and so sexual. He could probably get off just by watching her.
"Are you checking me out?" she asked opening her eyes to stare at him.
"Maybe." he answered with a smirk on his face while he continued to watch the loofah move down her skin, inch my inch.
"You so are. Perv. Shouldn't you be, I don't know. Washing yourself?" she asked raising her eyebrows.
"I don't see the point. You're just going to make me all dirty again anyhow." he told her shrugging his shoulders. She shook her head before hanging her loofah back up on the hook and moving over to him.
"Its okay, I like you better when you're dirty anyways." she whispered before closing the distance between their lips. He smirked against her mouth before she shoved her tongue between his teeth to tangle with his own. He rested his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him. His length pressed against her body intimately and she found herself rubbing against it, giving them both delicious friction.
"I want you inside me." she whispered against his mouth.
"I'm sure I can help you there." he replied before spinning around and pressing her against the tiled wall of the shower. She hooked her legs around his waist as he drove into her with one hard thrust. She bit her lip to stifle the cry, not wanting to rub it into Vivienne anymore.
"Oh sure, now you're quiet." he muttered as he pumped into her repeatedly. The water of the overhead shower head rained down on them as they made love. Tongues tangled while lower bodies didn't miss a beat. Elena's nails raked down Damon's back and broke the skin.
"Shit." he said as the smell of his blood brought both of their vampire visages out. Not able to resist the pull of her husbands blood, Elena bit into his neck and drank his essence greedily. It served to escalate his own blood lust, being drank from during sex was one of the most primal things they could do. It was so hot, and it felt so good. Blood-sharing strengthened their bonds and mutual releases, it was amazing. Elena pulled away from Damon's neck and watched with rapt attention as the wound closed up almost immediately.
"Bite me Damon." she urged. He didn't need to be told twice, he bit into her neck and drank from her greedily. The simple act had her cumming in no time, and the feeling of her blood on his tongue and her walls clenching around him, had him almost immediately following suit. He continued thrusting erratically as he released inside her, unable to stop. His hands tangled in her hair as he continued to devour her mouth. When he finally came down, he pulled out of her and restarted the shower process.
Finally when they were done cleansing, they got out of the rapidly cooling shower and dressed.
"I'll meet you downstairs." Damon said when he was dressed.
"Alright." Elena replied as she blow-dried her hair. Damon walked downstairs and went into the kitchen where he started brewing a pot of coffee, as was the norm for a Saturday morning. Saturday mornings were always spent the same, sleeping later than usual, wake up, shower, sometimes shower sex, coffee, relaxation, sometimes more sex. It was always the same and it was the perfect routine.
"It sounds like you and wifey had some fun last night." Vivienne said walking into the kitchen in a pair of jeans and a t shirt.
"It was good." he said, before handing her a cup of coffee when it was finished brewing.
"I could hear that. Was that her way of claiming you?" she asked crossing her arms.
"No, she did that when she accepted my proposal 17 years ago." he said.
"Does she know that?" Vivienne asked.
"She knows that I belong to her and vice versa." he explained.
"I guess I can understand that. And I guess I should probably be getting back to my life. You have a good life here Damon, and I don't want to interrupt that." she said standing in front of him drinking her coffee.
"You're welcome to stay a while, if you'd like. Elena is going to try to like you a bit more." he said.
"It's okay. You have a perfect life. I always thought that you'd eventually find something that gives you happiness. I just never thought it'd be a family. Well you found it. I should go though." she said.
"If you're sure. I would like it if you would come back for the wedding though." he said.
"When is it?" she asked.
"June 18th. It'll be here if you choose to come." he told her.
"I'll be here." she said smiling.
"Good." Damon nodded. Vivienne smiled and picked up her suitcase which was laid by the door.
"I'll see you around Salvatore. Actually I guess I'll see you in a few weeks." she said.
"I'll see you in a few weeks." he said leaning in for a hug.
"Goodbye." she said walking out of the house and shutting the door. He smiled and took a deep drink of his coffee. He could hear Elena coming down the stairs, he leaned in for a kiss when she walked into the kitchen.
"She's gone?" she asked.
"Yeah, she's coming back for the wedding though." he told her.
"Have you given any thought to Giuseppe though?" she asked tentatively, not wanting to cause a fight by bringing up his name.
"I've been thinking about it. I just don't know. I don't know if he deserves to be here." he said, uncertainty evident in his voice.
"I know. It's up to you though. But think of the kids I guess." she said.
"Yes, the kids. They really liked Giuseppe. And I don't want another rift between us, if I don't invite him." he said.
"Maybe you should invite him. There are going to be so many other people at the wedding that can help us protect them. And the kids will be with us almost the entire time at the ceremony and dance. If he is still as evil as he used to be, then we'll be there to stop him." she said.
"As usual you make all my problems seem so easily solved." he said kissing her.
"That's what I'm here for. I'm here to help you through your problems." she said. He took a deep drink of his coffee before he could hear the purring at his feet. He looked down to see the orange fur ball that was supposed to belong to Aurora, but had somehow decided he was his owner. He reached down and pet the cat, and was rewarded with another loud purr from the rapidly growing creature. He had already gained five pounds, and that was a lot for a cat, especially one so young. He was going to be massive. Damon sighed and walked into the living room, and Bruiser followed behind him eagerly. He plopped down into the couch and Elena followed him out there sitting down beside him. Bruiser stayed on the floor and looked up at him with big black eyes. Damon laughed and patted the couch, so the cat could leap up to cuddle.
"Shit, what are we feeding this guy? He's getting heavy." he exclaimed when the cat jumped onto his lap.
"He's just a big boy." Elena said stroking the animals head. Bruiser purred contentedly as the three of them snuggled on the couch. It was all quiet except for the purring and snoring of the cat when Aurora and Aiden walked in the front door.
"We're home." they called.
"In here." Damon called. The kids walked into the living room and saw Damon, Elena and Bruiser watching the notebook.
"Can I just ask, why in the hell are you watching the notebook?" Aiden asked staring at his dad who was clearly bored to death on the couch. His eyes were wide open and he rolled his eyes whenever something overly romantic was said.
"Your mom picked it. I can officially say, I've been "notebooked." he told his son.
"I will never be "notebooked" I will never sit down and watch this movie." Aiden said laughing at the bored expression on his dads face.
"Aiden James Salvatore, plant your ass down on this couch and watch the notebook with us. Or else you are grounded." Damon shot in with a smirk.
"You wouldn't." he exclaimed, his face going pale. Aurora was already seated on the couch beside her dad so she could pet the sleeping cat.
"I would. Get over here, or else you wont be seeing Lilah for quite some time. I am forcing you into some male solidarity." he said pointing to the spot on the couch next to Elena.
"Fine." he said dramatically as he plopped into the couch the same way his dad had a while before. Elena sighed happily and threw her arm around her son, pulling him in close.
"Come cuddle with mommy." she said giggling as she said that.
"Uh, no. Not a chance. I am sitting down and watching this movie, and I am not cuddling." he said.
"Fine. I'll just cuddle your dad then." she said slipping in closer to her husband. He wrapped his arm around her, more than willing to hold her tight to his body.
Meanwhile, sitting in a motel room in Richmond, Giuseppe Salvatore reclined on a bed. He was waiting for the opportune moment, Damon had hurt him. It wasn't like he really wanted to get to know those kids, but the way he unceremoniously kicked him out of their lives was wrong. He couldn't deny that Damon was ten times the father he was. But Damon needed to pay for embarrassing him. By being a better father than he was, he embarrassed Giuseppe. And he couldn't take that. He wouldn't take that. If Damon thought this was over, he had another thing coming. First he took Elisabetta from him, then he took Stefan, and now he took his grandchildren. Wife, son, grandchildren. He needed revenge for them, but he was awaiting the perfect moment. He seen a text message pop up on his phone and opened it. He seen it was from Damon, and curiosity won him over.
Giuseppe, I would like to invite you to mine and Elena's wedding. A vow renewal ceremony. Its on June 18th at the house and I'm sure the kids would love to see you. Hope you can make it. Let me know as soon as possible so I can let the wedding planner know. You know how to get a hold of me. Damon.
Giuseppe smirked dark and evilly, as he read and reread Damon's text message. This didn't get any easier than this, at the wedding. His son would be dead, his daughter in law would be dead, and the grand kids would be his.
I'll be there. That was all Giuseppe's message said, that was all he needed to say. It was all done now, the end was near.