Last Sunday -

"Elena!"

A magazine in hand, flipping through the pages as she lay sprawled out on her stomach on the bed, Elena ignored the voice that was calling her from downstairs.

The bedroom quiet, peaceful.. Or not. A few seconds later the door burst open and Damon came through, a smile on his face and a remote in his hand.

Elena sighed, turning towards him and eyeing the remote. "What's that for?" a confused look settling on her face, dropping the magazine down.

"This is-" he hummed, his voice quickly trailing off as he pointed it to the big screen TV placed on his wall over the fire place and pressed a button.

The image on the screen showed Damon fidgeting to hide the object and then backing away, continuing to call for Elena.

Her eyes widened and she pulled herself up when she heard her own voice repeat - "I'm curious, did you call me up here so I could look at your ass or?" realizing what it was.

Damon sat down on the bed next to her, hands on her shoulders he pulled her into him, her back resting against his chest.

"Damon.." Elena started but was quickly cut off by his hand covering her mouth.

"Shh, you don't wanna miss the-" he paused, leaning down and blowing a small breath of air to the back of her neck, moving closer, "...all the good parts" softly whispering into her ear, correcting himself.

Watching herself on the screen along with Damon's taunting and teasing threw Elena into sensory overload as she choked back a breath, as if forgetting how to breathe.

Damon smirked against her skin, knowing exactly what he was doing to her. Placing two fingers under her chin, he tilted her head back up to face the screen, "See how you arch your back like that? That's fucking sexy." he hushed.

Fuck.

Elena bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to block out the sounds around her but Damon made that impossible.

Sure she wanted this, but at the same time she didn't know what she wanted.

Elena was suddenly drawn to their position in that time, their noises were loud and Elena was gasping for air, "Ooh.." she hummed, watching herself ride him, "I think you broke me right there.. I was so sore for hours afterwards. I had to take a hot bath." She turned to him when she finished her sentence.

She looked at him with a smile, she didn't care anymore. Damon raised his eyebrows, surprised, "So that was the reason."

Elena sighed, "I just love it when you fuck me.."

"Technically, you were fucking me."

"Technically, shut up."

Damon traced his fingers up and down her arms, leaning down and pressing a light kiss to her lips, "I can't. You make me feel so good."

Elena pulled away, her cheeks flushed and she smiled, "You make me feel amazing."

Saturday morning -

Moving through the dark, finding his place in the valley of her slickness, the fire inside her building more to the point of exhaustion. The sensations flowing throughout her body unknowingly, spiraling. Elena's eyes shot open under the powerful force that caused her whole body to shake, throwing her blanket off in a sweaty fit.

"Morning!" Damon smiles, giving her a moment of clarity before dropping his head back down and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, soothing her.

"Well that's definitely one way to wake up." Elena gasps.

He smirks, nipping at her thighs, caressing every inch of her smooth skin as he pulls himself up to her level, teasing a kiss before pulling away and hovering above her, "Damon, one." he brags excitingly, motioning the number one with his index finger.

Elena shakes her head and sighs, brushing her fingers through the sweaty mess that was her hair, "Okay fine, but.." she hums, flipping them over and sliding down his body, her hands grazing his sides and coming to a halt at the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down, "You can't," smoothly stroking his shaft and closing her mouth over the head of member, sucking and swirling her tongue lightly before lifting her head back up from it and locking eyes with him as she continues, "Do the same methods.." slowly licking up his length, finishing her sentence with a pop of her lips, "Twice."

Waiting for Damon's response, Elena teases her way around his member, loosening her grip, blowing a cool breath against the tip and feeling him spring to life in her hands. Damon groans, "Challenge accepted."

A smirk crosses her lips as she drops her head back down, consuming all of him - deep throating was her specialty. Bobbing her head up and down, taking more and more each time, she pulls back up and swirls her tongue around the tip as she strokes his shaft harder.

Her choking noises doing wonders for Damon as she came back up again, gasping for air, her hands still working their magic.

Damon grunts, cupping his face with his hands. She knew he was close, he confirmed it without a word. Closing her lips over the head once more, sucking, tongue swirling, hands stroking.. Letting out one final hum from the back of her throat onto him, the vibrations from her mouth sending shock waves throughout his body, releasing into her mouth.

"Good morning indeed.." Damon gasps pulling himself up onto his elbows.

She crawls up beside him and grazes her hand against his cheek, pulling him to face her. Pressing a kiss to his lips, their foreheads fall together, "We're tied." she giggles.

Turning onto her back, she sighs and looks towards Damon again, "I'm hungry, you hungry?" she asks through a yawn and rolls off the bed, swiping Damon's shirt off the floor and putting it on, "Bacon?"

"Sounds good to me." he groans, rolling off the other side and pulling his boxers back on, weakily stumbling his way out the door behind Elena.

As they enter the kitchen Elena swipes a bowl of green grapes into her hands from the counter, popping one into her mouth while Damon immediately makes his way to the fridge, taking out a package of bacon.

"Never underestimate a guys love for bacon. They will always find each other." She cracks a smirk, holding her free hand to her chest and faking a sniffle.

"Well I guess you got your own breakfast, huh?" Damon jokes, pulling a pan out from the cupboard under the island counter.

Elena giggles as he places each strip of bacon into the pan, leaning over causing her shirt to ride up a bit and her butt to poke out from underneath.

"Mmm.." Elena moans quietly at the deliciousness that will soon be inside her.

But it wasn't as quiet as she thought as Damon pauses with a chuckle, "Hungry?"

Oops.

"Shut up." She hangs her head, trying to hide the blush that had creeped onto her cheeks.

Finally getting all of the bacon into the pan, Damon turned on the burner, the only thing left was waiting for the sizzle.

Elena popped another grape into her mouth but this time snipped it between her teeth, the juice spurting onto Damon.

"So it's gonna be like that?" He raised his eyebrows, putting the fork down.

Making his way over to her side of the island, Damon stood behind her. He traces his fingers up her body until settling a hand against her throat, pulling her back into him and holding her up as he dips a hand between her legs, teasing her clit with his fingers. Breathy moans escape her as he has her stuck there.

"You like that?" Damon whispers into her ear, increasing the pace of his fingers ever so slightly and tightening his grip against her throat.

Failing to get a word out, let alone breathe, Elena nods instead. She always another way to do or say something if she was more or less occupied.

Unfortunately their attention is quickly caught by the sizzle of the bacon.

"Cock block." Damon groans under his breath as he plants a quick kiss to Elena's forehead and releases her from his grip.

"Well that was rude." Elena adds, rubbing her throat. Damon picks up the fork and flips the pieces over.

Now caught in a trap of arousal, she knows what she wants to do but she also knows that she can't, unless she wants to get burned.

A spot of grease shoots out of the sizzling pan and onto Damon, "Ah! Fuck." He jumps back, he should be used to this by now.

"Don't. I got it." Elena swoons in, picking up a dry dish towel from the rack and dabbing his bare chest with it. Her eyes almost gloss over from how aroused she is and how he feels on her, his half naked body gleaming in front of her, taunting her. Elena removes the towel, replacing it with small kisses to his chest, soothing the sting with her tongue, pushing her hips smoothly into his.

Could this bacon be any more of a cock block at this point?

"You shouldn't be half naked when cooking bacon, Damon, you know this," she shakes her head at him, "Not that I'm complaining though." letting out a soft giggle she turns and moves away from him, backing herself up to the edge of the normal counter, lifting her hands to it and pulling herself up.

Finally finishing up, Damon turns the burner off. Assisting him, Elena opens one of the cupboards above her, reaches up and brings down two plates, handing them to him.

"Crispy." He sneers happily, tossing one into his mouth while the rest onto the plates and hands one to her.

She takes it out of his hands and sets it down beside her, pinching one between her fingers, and lifting it into her mouth, letting it hang there. She motions for Damon to join her.

"Are you trying to Lady and the Tramp me?" Damon cocks his head to the side, Elena nods excitedly. Has their relationship really come down to acting out Disney movies?

Damon rolls his eyes and walks over to her, instinctively placing both hands on her thighs as he lifts the other end of the bacon into his mouth and they both move in towards each other.

Their lips meet in a quick affair before being ripped away by the intangible thread.

Tasting each other on their lips even for just a second is enough for a fire to spark inside them. Elena wraps her legs around Damon's waist, pulling him closer into her, the bulge in his boxers pressing roughly against her uncovered core. They lock eyes for a moment as his hands slide up her thighs, softly squeezing before following up and cupping her face, their lips crash in a hard, passionate kiss.

She wraps her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. Damon's hands return to their original place at her thighs, inching upwards slowly, lightly thumbing her clit.

Unlocking her arms from his neck, she snakes them into his hair, aggressively ruffling through his dark curls before crashing down onto the counter, crying out as the pressure on her clit becomes more intense, blaming the orgasm Damon gave her less than an hour before.

Her moans muffled by Damon's lips, she couldn't help but pull away. Her body losing control, falling back onto the counter, her back colliding with the cool marble to relieve the pressure. Damon grabs her leg and straightens it, hiking it up onto his shoulder, spreading her out.

"Keep it there." He demands, inserting two fingers inside her.

He leans forward and grasps a handful of her hair, forcing her to look at him. Mouth hanging open, eyes slamming shut, she can barely hold on.

"Look at me." He tells her again as he adds another finger and pumps harder and faster. Elena's eyes flutter open and she tries her best to hold them on him.

She gasps, throwing her hands back to hold onto something but instead knocking a toaster to the ground. Oops.

Damon lets her head go and with his free hand picks up a piece of bacon from the plate sat next to them, feeding it to her, trying something new. A smile crosses her face, "You're an idiot." she moans.

"I know." He replies with such smugness.

Feeling her tighten up around him, Damon increases his pace, flicking her clit with his thumb roughly to help her ride out her orgasm, and put him in the lead. He chuckles to himself at that thought.

Elena throws her head back with a harsh groan and lifts herself up, rocking her hips around his fingers to get that last bit of relief as she releases onto his fingers.

Damon puts her leg down, helping her sit back up and holding her face in his hands. "Two." He smirks, kissing her.

She rolls her eyes and pushes him back playfully, carefully getting down from the counter and swiping the plate of bacon into her hands and leaving the room, waving her cute little ass at him as she goes.

A few hours later, sitting on the couch with one of his favorite books in hand, titled Gone With The Wind, Damon feels little droplets of water hitting him, as well as ruining the pages of his book. Closing the book he lifts his head to see Elena behind him, leaning over him, wearing nothing but a towel. She had just gotten out of the shower and this was her first stop?

Although, who was he to judge? He still hadn't changed out of his boxers from earlier that morning. Damon knew he had it coming sooner or later, their breakfast shenanigans only heightened Elena's arousal, enough for her to run off and take a cold shower for an hour or so, otherwise being subjected to an endless charade of sex. Who wouldn't love that?

"Whatcha doin'?" She asks, letting her hair flow freely.. dripping.

"Well, I was reading this," He tosses the book onto the coffee table and sighs, "But now I'm staring at a beautiful lady." He bats his eyes at her.

A small giggle involuntarily peaks its way from her lips, Elena grazes her hands up and down his chest before locking her arms together around his neck, taking in his musky scent as he does her.

"You smell.. Fruity." Damon sniffs, walking his fingers along her skin, Elena releases her grip, meeting his hands and interlocking their fingers together. Relaxing moment? Not so much.

In one swift move, Elena finds herself on Damon's lap. She takes a second to gather her thoughts and realize her surroundings but instead her attention is taken to where his hands are.

How can he be touching skin if she's wearing a towel?

Elena looks down at herself to find that in the midst of flipping her over, he also flipped the towel away.

"Damon!" She shrieks, attempting to cover herself.

"Elena!" He mocks her tone.

She rolls her eyes, she doesn't really care, this is nothing new to either of them. Elena shifts herself, her legs on either side of him, her naked body straddling him as she takes his face in her hands and kisses him, her intentions filled with need. That cold shower did nothing for her.

Distracted by her persistence, Damon breaks the kiss when he suddenly feels a slight breeze, knowing what's happened before he even looks down, he saves himself the trouble and pans up to see Elena smirking.

"What?" She asks innocently.

Revenge is a dish best served sexy, he thought, hands tracing her body delicately.

The feelings he gave her as his hands caressed her naked body were immense, Elena let out a soft moan under his touch as she began swaying her hips forward and back, her slit sliding against his length.

She knew in the back of her mind that she was likely to lose this round, she had wasted two methods in one when she jumped him in the bedroom, but really she didn't care.

Reaching her hand around, she litfs herself up slightly and places the head of his member to her entrance, pushing down.

"So fucking tight.." Damon groans, digging his nails into her hips as she rocks.

"You like that, baby? You like how you fit so perfectly inside me?" Her dirty talk game was strong and she was in control. Or so she thought.

Damon nods through a harsh groan, lifting his head up to face Elena he manages to pull himself up and her down into him, piercing her neck with his fangs, he sucked and sucked hard.

"Cheater." Elena whimpered, grasping onto his shoulders and pushing herself onto him harder. She wasn't scared that he would drink too much, hurt her, even kill her, he never went too far. Oddly enough they both liked the sting.

He releases her, kissing her with his blood stained lips.

Elena clenches purposely, dragging another harsh groan out of him.

"I want you so bad," She whispers into his ear, lifting herself up all the way and slamming back down, "I want to feel you, I want to taste you.. Show me, baby. Show me you want me."

Voice pleading, body shaking.. No longer able to hold on Elena's inner walls clench tightly, Damon's member throbbing at the gesture, both erupting in an earthquake of pleasure, screams echoing through the room.

"I think you just put me in the lead." Damon jokes, breathless.

Elena rolls off of him and lays her head on the arm of the couch, stretching her legs out over Damon.

"I think you won, because my boobs are too small to properly titty fuck you, remember?"

A smirk crosses his face, "Before we end this, I have one more thing to do. Since I win anyway, whart's the harm?"

She shrugs.

"Close your eyes." He tells her, moving towards the other end of the couch and picking something up, cradling it back to her. Must be good if he had to hide it.

Coming back to her, Damon places a hand on her leg closest to the back of the couch and holds it to it, spreading her legs.

Eyes still closed, Elena starts getting antsy until she hears a buzzing noise and her body begins to shake when the object is placed onto her sensitive core.

A vibrator.

Her eyes shoot open, he tells her not to move, but she can't help herself.

"I may or may not have taken a few trips to that sex store."

Damon flicks the tiny little switch on the side of it up a notch, the sensations getting more intense, more powerful.

Elena bites her lip to keep from screaming but a whine slips through her teeth anyway.

"I said don't move." Damon tells her again, spreading her slit with his fingers for direct pressure.

Pleas and begs the only thing she's able to let out now. Her mouth drops open and a hard moan breaks through in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

This is it, she's done for.

She slams her hands back on the arm of the couch, her nails tearing through the material as the pressure on her clit heightens.

"DAMON!" She screams, her juices squirting everywhere.

Satisfied, he removes the vibrator and turns it off, "That's me." He replies.

Elena turns onto her side and sighs heavily, "Nap time." She jokes.

"Not just yet." He sets the vibrator onto the table and pulls himself off the couch, whooshing upstairs and back down in seconds.

Gotta love being a vampire.

A clink of the kink bowl being placed onto the table and Damon reaches in.

His head shoots up, "It's a good thing you love being tied up," he tells her, "Break out the ropes and gags, ladies and gentleman."

Confused, Elena weakly snakes the paper out of his hands..

R.

Restraints.

"I- Okay." She agrees, a wide smile crosses her lips. She crumples the paper in her hands and throws it to Damon, watching it bounce off his forehead.

She throws her hands up as if she just scored in basketball and giggles.

"Get ready." He warns.

"Bring it on." She challenges.

Review for next chapter!

Sorry I took a bit longer with this one, I've been really busy the last week with my birthday and all. Thanks for sticking with me.

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