Thank you yet again to my beyond amazing beta Kitty for correcting this so fast. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Writing is my escape from the stress of exploding apartment complexes and potential temporary homelessness so I hope you all enjoy what I cooked up here. I really like this chapter it is mostly fluff with a lemon at the end. ) Take my mind off my crappy day and let me know what you think of this chapter. Thanks in advance.
Elena piled her hair up on top of her head as she wrapped a towel around her when she stepped out of the shower. She wiped the steam off the mirror and smiled at her reflection. Damon was taking her out on a good old fashioned date, and she was excited. He had told her to dress nice and she intended on blowing his mind. She wanted to see the breath sucked out of his body when she came down the stairs. She wanted to go back to Sarteano tomorrow being happy and in love with him. Even though being in love was never a problem. No matter how much they fought, her feelings for him never changed. She couldn't wait to walk up the front step of the big house, holding his hand with her head on his shoulder. She knew that she was possibly thinking too far ahead, that they had to get through this evening first. But with the way she was feeling she didn't see how it wouldn't be the perfect evening. She loved him dearly.
After a moment in front of the mirror just thinking she walked into the bedroom and dug through her suitcase for the one little black dress she took with her everywhere. It was one of those "just in case" items. She never knew when he would feel the urge to just go out and have fun. Not entirely sure what was going to transpire that evening she put on some sexy lingerie underneath the black dress. She didn't want to go too obvious so she went with a light pink set that pushed her breasts up, creating a tantalizing cleavage. When she was satisfied with her lingerie she stepped into the dress and pulled it up over her hips and slid the straps over her shoulders. She reached behind her and zipped up the dress and glanced at herself in the full length mirror in the bedroom. Nodding her head impressed she slipped on a pair of strappy heels and went back into the bathroom to deal with her hair and makeup.
She pulled her hair back and to the side exposing her neck, one of his favourite spots on her body, and put teardrop shaped diamond earrings in her ears. Damon had given her the earrings a couple years ago after a particularly bad fight that he later felt bad about. She darkened her lashes and slicked some lip gloss on before deciding that she was finished. Her vampire hearing could hear Damon downstairs pacing back and forth. She could almost imagine him panicking about whether or not she would ditch him. She could never and would never ditch him. He had too much of a hold on her. Satisfied with her appearance she left room and walked downstairs, hoping he liked how she looked.
He paced back and forth, ensuring that he kept it at human pace because of Rosa sitting at the table watching him with a small smile on her face.
"You look like my son when he was waiting for my daughter in law their first date." Rosa mentioned.
"Elena has always had this power over me." He said shrugging.
"Hope she always does. When the passion, the love and the desperation to see each other goes away then you have nothing left." She shared.
"I'm still desperate for her, still passionate and I still love her more than anything. That's not a problem." He told her when he heard the sound of high heels coming down the stairs. He snapped around and waited for her to come into view. How did he always end up at the bottom of a set of stairs waiting for her? There was the Miss Mystic Falls pageant years earlier when he had fallen madly in love with her. There was every party they ever went to together. He was always done before her, and he loved watching her come down the stairs. She always took his breath away. She was awe inspiring. When she got to the bottom step he held his hand out and she took it eagerly.
"You look so beautiful." He whispered leaning in and kissing her cheek.
"You don't look so bad yourself." She said appraising his look.
"Do you want to get out of here?" He asked.
"Yeah. Let's go. Where are we going?" She asked curiously.
"Have a good night!" Rosa called.
"Thank you. Now Mr. Salvatore where are we going?" She asked hopefully. She was excited. It had been far too long since the last time they had done this.
"Out for dinner, then out dancing. Simple evening, but quality together time." He explained.
"That sounds perfect. We haven't been out dancing in so long." She sighed happily.
"Let's get out of here. We have reservations." He said opening the car door for her and she slipped into the passenger seat. Damon walked around to the other side and slipped in behind the wheel. The soft purr of the engine started up and he peeled away from the bed and breakfast they were staying in.
"This food is so incredible. I'm sure you could make something like this at home right?" She asked as she ate another forkful of the delicious pasta.
"Of course I can." He remarked smiling.
"The food is so good it's almost orgasmic." She moaned with her mouth full of food.
"No orgasming over food. I want you to save all of those for me." He told her shaking his finger at her.
"Right of course. You want all my pleasure. Right." She said grinning.
"You know I do. I always do. Even if it doesn't happen tonight." He murmured.
"I'm thinking it's fairly possible that it's going to happen tonight. I miss you." She whispered.
"We'll see how the night goes on." He told her. After some authentic tiramisu for dessert Damon left some money on the table and took Elena's hand again.
"Where are we going dancing?" Elena asked.
"There's a club a little ways away." He said unlocking the car door and letting her in first.
"What kind of dancing?" She asked curiously.
"The only kind I like. The kind where I get to hold you in my arms." He told her.
"People need to give you more credit for being romantic. You're quite good at it." She said affectionately.
"No one knows me as well as you do." He murmured.
"I'm glad. I like being the only one who knows you." She whispered as he drove a couple blocks to get to the dance club. There were couples walking in hand in hand and they could hear the music from outside. It was the kind of music that made for incredibly sexy dancing.
"Ah I know what you mean. This is the kind of dancing you do. It's practically having sex on the dance floor. I thought that was mostly Spanish dancing?" She asked.
"It is. But this isn't a strictly Italian club. This is a serious dance club where this is the kind of music they play. For people who just want to let loose there is another place down the street. Let's go. I want to show everyone else up. We can do it much better than everyone else." He smirked.
"I know we can. We have an innate sexual knowledge about each other's bodies. It would only make sense if we were better at this." She told him dryly.
"Very true." He agreed as they walked into the club hand in hand.
"Do you want a drink?" He asked when they were inside.
"Sure. I'll have whatever you're having as long as it's not bourbon." She told him.
"Alright. Be right back. Don't garner too much attention while I'm gone. After all you look utterly delicious tonight." He told her kissing her temple.
"I'll try." She replied dryly.
Only minutes later a tall, dark and handsome guy strutted over seeing her alone.
"Hey baby." He said smirking widely.
"Hi." She greeted him, oozing disinterest from her pores.
"Wanna dance? You look like you could move." He asked, flirting outrageously.
"I'm good. I'm waiting for my boyfriend. He's getting me a drink." She said smiling sweetly.
"Well the line for drinks is long enough that he won't notice your absence. One dance. I promise I'll make it worth your while." He whispered in her ear. Elena rolled her eyes at the guy.
"Believe me he would notice my absence." She argued.
"Have you on a short leash?" He laughed.
"No. It's just we're really attuned to each other. He wouldn't be happy that you're attempting to flirt with me." She hinted.
"This isn't flirting. When I start flirting you'll know it baby." He stepped closer to her. She could smell the alcohol on him and she rolled her eyes. She caught Damon's eyes in the line and he smirked at her. It was clear in the way he looked at her that he wasn't the least bit worried about the guy. She glared at Damon, and fought the urge to compel the guy.
"Oh God, it gets worse?" She asked feigning terror.
"I don't think I ever introduced myself. The name is Sebastian. I'm on vacation with some buddies. What's your name beautiful?" He asked running his hand down her arm. Elena visibly cringed back and glared at him.
"Elena. But it's time for you to run along. I'm not interested. I think I've already made myself clear." She spoke firmly.
"One dance and then I'll leave you alone." He insisted.
"You are going to walk away and go strike out with another girl." Elena said her gaze focusing on his, causing his to become slightly unfocused.
"I'm going to walk away and strike out with another girl." He said monotone.
"Very good." She said grinning as Damon walked back over with a glass of bourbon and something red in another glass. It looked like he was trying to keep his laughter in check.
"I'm surprised you lasted as long as you did." He laughed.
"Don't you dare laugh at me! Come on, let's dance." She hissed taking his hand and dragging him onto the dance floor. They left their drinks on the table not too worried if someone decided to do something to the drinks. They would know about it anyways. A faster song started playing and he pulled her into his arms and moved her around the dance floor expertly. Other couples started quickly started leaving the dance floor not wanting to be shown up by the inhumanly beautiful couple. Damon smirked and doubled his efforts making sure everyone knew just how good he was. His smirk grew wider when he heard the hushed whispers of the crowd that continued to grow.
"I wish I had a man who could move like that." "I wonder where he learned to move like that." "A man that can move like that must be spectacular in the sack."
Elena chuckled under her breath as she heard the comments.
"Down boy. Your ego doesn't need to get any bigger." She told him unable to keep a straight face.
"Haven't you heard? A man that can move like me must be spectacular in the sack." He gloated.
"You already knew that." She told him.
"Oh I do. But they don't." He said of the still whispering women.
"Maybe I should tell them." She hinted.
"Maybe you shouldn't. I'm not done dancing with you. After we dance then we're going back to the bed and breakfast. What happens then is still undecided. Only one prerequisite, I have to be allowed to sleep in the same bed with you tonight. I didn't sleep worth a shit last night." He admitted.
"You can sleep with me tonight. I thought that was a given." She said as she circled her hips around his.
After a couple hours and several longing glances they decided it was time to head back. When they got back to the bread and breakfast they walked inside toward the stairs.
"Do you want to take a walk on the beach with me first?" She asked stopping him from climbing the stairs.
"Sure." He said taking her hand and slipping out the back door onto the white sand beach. Their hands swung between them as they walked slowly. The moon shone on the ocean as they walked slowly.
"I love it out here. I almost don't want to go home at the end of the month." Elena sighed.
"We don't have to I guess. I own the house Elena, we can stay forever if you want." He told her.
"I would love that. But you know we can't." She sighed.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Jenna and Ric. Jeremy. Stefan. There are lots of reasons." She murmured.
"I guess you're right. But we can spend half a year there and half a year here. There are always compromises." He pointed out.
"I know. We'll work something out. Are you ready to head inside?" She asked.
"If you are." He told her.
"I'm ready." She agreed as they walked back to the house slowly.
When they were shut in their bedroom Elena immediately went into the bathroom and washed her face of the makeup and took her hair down. When she came back down Damon was clad in a pair of black silk sleep pants.
"Can you help me with my dress?" She asked.
"Sure." He agreed getting up and walking over to her. He slid the zipper down her spine, gently caressing the skin as it appeared. The breath caught in her throat at the gentle touch. "There you go." His whispered voice huskier than it was before.
"Damon." She whispered. She knew the effect that his name falling from her lips like that had on him.
"Elena?" He asked.
"I think I want you." She whispered.
"You have to know Elena. I'm not taking that step again until we're both sure." He said refusing to face her. He didn't want her to see how much her words affected him. He wanted her more than she could ever guess. He heard the soft thud of her dress hitting the floor, and the sound of her kicking her shoes off her feet.
"Damon." She whispered again.
"Elena we are not making love again until you are completely sure." He hissed as he spun around to face her. When he seen her standing before him completely naked all the breath was effectively sucked out of his body.
"I'm sure. I love you. I want you. I need you." She whispered.
"Fuck." He hissed. Feeling his surrender she walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, not at all self-conscious about being naked in front of him. He took a couple steps over to where she was seated and she reached out and slipped her hand under the waist band of his pants pulling him closer. She slipped both her hands under the waistband and ran them around under her hands were on his toned ass.
"I want you." She whispered as he stood completely still before her. She moved her hands out and took his placing them on her breasts needing him to touch her. She pushed his pants down and he stepped out of them as he slowly started kneading her pliant flesh. She laid down pulling him with her until he was lying on top of her.
"You're going to have to take the reins this time. I'm not doing anything that you might be pissed about later." He warned her. Obliging him she flipped him underneath her and settled herself on top of his body. She leaned down and kissed him with everything she had. He kissed her back, just not with the same level of passion and need that he usually exuded.
"Damon be here with me." She begged.
"Okay." He said surrendering. She gyrated over him, allowing his bare length to slip and slide between her folds. She groaned every time he nudged her clit. She could feel his length twitching; begging to get inside her. Nearly delirious with need she allowed him to slip inside her and started rocking. She circled her hips and lifted herself off of him before slipping back down. He cupped her breasts and ran his hands down her entire body. He sat up so he could kiss her, completely changing the angle in which they were making love. She hissed at the newfound pleasure and wrapped her arms tight around him needing him to stay where he was. The position was perfect for him as it made her so much tighter than she already was.
"Fuck... you feel so good." She groaned as she fought to keep her eyes open. She knew he loved seeing her eyes as they made love. They always displayed the depth of the emotions she felt. Likewise with his. Their gazes locked; blue on brown as they slowly rocked to completion. His arms wrapped tight around her and hers around him. It really limited the movement she was able to make but there was no more intimate position than that. .
"I'm close." She whispered.
"Come for me." He almost begged feeling close to climax. She connected their lips, kissing him with everything she had as she felt the tremors from her orgasm take her over. She trembled in his embrace as he thrust into her fighting for his orgasm. He moaned when he found his release and spilled inside her. He fell onto his back with Elena sprawled across him as he tenderly ran a hand down her back soothing her.
"That was so perfect." Elena enthused.
"No regrets? No anger?" He clarified.
"Nope. None at all. What about you?" She wondered.
"None at all. I feel nothing but innate satisfaction." He admitted.
"Me too. Wanna do it again?" She asked eagerly.