The sun is shining down on the whimsical miniature golf course. Windmills, water hazards, and colorful obstacles dot the landscape.
Damon and Elena stand at the eighth hole, putters in hand.
Elena grins, "Damon, you ready for this? Winner gets bragging rights!"
Damon adjusts his cap. "Oh, you're going down, Elena. My putting skills are legendary."
Elena teases him, nudging his shoulder. "We'll see about that. Ladies first!" She steps up to the tee, lining up her shot. She squints, gauging the distance. "Okay, watch and learn, Mr. Legendary Putter."
She swings, the ball rolling past the windmill's blades and into the tunnel. It emerges on the other side, inches from the hole.
Elena pumps her fist. "Boom! Almost a hole-in-one!"
Damon steps up next. He winks at Elena. "Be prepared to lose."
He takes his stance, eyes on the ball. His swing is smooth, and the ball curves around the water hazard, bouncing off a rock and landing near the hole.
Elena claps. "Nice! But not quite as nice as mine."
They both approach the hole and Elena's ball is closer.
Damon leans in. "You know, Elena, I've always believed that miniature golf reveals a person's true character."
Elena raises an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what does my near-hole-in-one say about me?"
"Well, you're adventurous, daring, and not afraid to take risks. But you also appreciate the little victories, like getting close to the hole." Damon waggles his brows suggestively.
Elena grins. "And what about you, Mr. Legendary Putter?"
Damon leans in even closer. "I'd say you're observant. You notice the details—the way the windmill blades catch the sunlight, the ripple in the water when the ball lands. And you're competitive, but in a playful way."
Elena's cheeks flush. She nudges him. "Smooth talker, huh?"
"Just stating the facts. Now, let's see if I can sink this putt and tie it up." Damon lines up his shot, the ball rolling toward the hole. It teeters on the edge, then drops in.
Damon raises his arms. "Yes! Tie game!"
Elena claps, genuinely impressed.
"Okay, Damon, sudden death. Next hole decides it all."
They move to the next hole, laughter in the air. As they putt, their eyes meet, and for a moment, the miniature golf course fades away.
And there, on the green, amidst windmills and waterfalls, two hearts find their rhythm.
"Where to?" Damon asks as they leave the mini golf course.
"I'm supposed to meet my friends to play volleyball. You can come and be my teammate, it'll be fun."
"Volleyball?" Damon makes a face. "I don't know, I'm not really into it."
"Come on, it'll be great!"
"Volleyball?" Damon looks at her as if she kicked a puppy or something.
"Seriously?" She laughs. "It's about having fun together."
"Elena?" Damon mocks pouts.
"Please? For me?" Elena looks at him with puppy dog eyes.
"Alright, fine. But you have to promise to be my partner."
"Deal! I promise you'll have a great time.
Damon sighs in defeat as she drags him back to their vehicle.
The sun is still shining bright and the waves are crashing against the shore as the group gathers to play beach volleyball. The sand is hot under their feet as they set up the net and start warming up.
"Hey, are you guys ready to lose?" Damon grins at his friends.
"Ha! You wish," Rebeka replies, laughing.
The game begins and the sides are evenly matched. Damon dives for the ball, and spikes it over the net, earning a point for himself and Elena.
"Nice one, Marcel!" shouts Rebekah as he makes a great save.
"You're up!" He replies, passing the ball to Rebekah.
As the game goes on, the sun begins to set and the sky turns a beautiful shade of orange and pink. They continue to play, not wanting to stop the fun.
"Last point wins!" yells Elena as the score is tied.
The ball flies back and forth over the net as both sides give it their all. Finally, Elena makes the winning point and the friends on the sideline cheer.
"Great game, everyone!" Elena calls aloud enthusiastically, high-fiving her friends.
"I've never been much for volleyball but it was fun playing with you," Damon says, winking at Elena. "We can go get something to eat before I have to go to work," he suggests.
"Sure, that sounds great," Elena agrees and takes his hand,
The sun was setting on the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the beach. Damon and Elena sit at a small table at the edge of the cafe, their feet buried in the sand. The sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air. The waiter brings their food, and they begin to eat.
"Wow, this is amazing," Elena moans, taking a bite of her fish taco.
"I always make a habit of coming to this restaurant every year. The food is delicious," Damon admits.
They continue to eat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the view and the food.
"I'm going to hate when spring break ends. This has been the vacation of my life and I have you to thank for a lot of that."
Damon looks up from his plate and reaches across the table to take her hand. He raises it to his mouth and kisses the fleshy part of her thumb. "I have to say the same."
Elena feels like she's been struck by Cupid's arrow. Her heart is all thrumming in her chest at these new and rare feelings and it's because of Damon.
He's kind and funny, smart, and makes her feel alive. And she never wants to say goodbye.
They finish their meal in silence, lost in their thoughts. As they get up to leave, Damon takes her hand.
"We still have a little time, let's take a walk on the beach, it's such a beautiful evening."
Damon steps behind Elena and wraps her in his arms as they stare up at the sky.
The stars twinkle like diamonds in the sky, and the waves of the ocean gently lap against the shore. The cool breeze carries the salty scent of the sea, and the sound of the waves creates a soothing melody. The sky is painted with a deep blue hue, and the stars are scattered across it like a million tiny lights.
They walk hand in hand down the beach, the sound of the waves and the warmth of the sand beneath their feet.
The Salty Goat is packed, the air thick with excitement and anticipation. The Ravens are tuning their instruments, and the crowd is getting restless.
As the lights dim, the Ravens start playing their first song. The sound is loud and electrifying, and the crowd erupts into cheers. People start dancing, swaying to the beat of the music.
Damon's voice is powerful and soulful, and the guitar riffs are mesmerizing.
They play a mix of classic rock and roll and modern pop songs, and the crowd loves every minute of it. People are singing along, clapping their hands, and raising their drinks in the air. The energy in the room is electric, and everyone is having a great time.
As the night goes on, The Ravens play more and more songs, and the crowd gets more and more into it. People are jumping up and down, screaming and shouting, and having the time of their lives. The band members are sweating, but they keep playing, feeding off the energy of the crowd.
Damon steps up to the microphone, his eyes locking on Elena's as the music starts to play. He starts to strum his guitar and sing in a soft, melodic voice:
Every time you look at me
I'm as helpless as can be
I become a puppet on a string
You can do most anything with me
Elena's eyes sparkle with tears as she listens to Damon's heartfelt words. She feels her heart swell with emotion as he continues to sing:
Take my heart and please be fair
Handle it with love and care
For I'm just a puppet on a string
And you can do most anything with me
As Damon finishes his song, he looks into Elena's eyes and sees the love and adoration shining back at him. He knows that he has found his soulmate, and he will do anything to make her happy. Even if it means running afoul of Big John Gilbert.
Damon winks at Elena and begins another song.
Finally, after several encores, The Ravens finish their last song, and the crowd erupts into applause. People are cheering, whistling, and shouting, and the band members take their final bows.
The night has been a huge success, and everyone leaves the Salty Goat with a smile on their face.
"Don't tell me you're giving up already?" Damon asks as Elena is still sucking on the tiny piece of lime. The image is making his mouth water and the sour taste of the lime has nothing to do with it.
Her lips are molding against the fruit and turning him on. Elena's wearing a mini sundress while Damon is dressed in jeans and a white button-down.
They arrived at the bar about an hour ago after he finished tonight's gig. It's situated on a small strip of sand, with the waves lapping gently at the shore. The bar is made of wood and has a thatched roof, giving it a rustic feel.
The interior is dimly lit with soft yellow lights, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The walls are adorned with seashells and driftwood, and there are comfortable chairs and sofas for patrons to relax in.
The bar serves a variety of tropical drinks, including margaritas, piña coladas, and mai tais. The bartenders are friendly and welcoming, and they love to chat with their customers. There is a small stage in the corner of the bar where local musicians play live music, adding to the ambiance. The sound of the waves and the music blend to create a soothing melody that fills the air.
The patrons are a mix of locals and tourists, all enjoying the laid-back vibe of the bar. It's the perfect place to unwind after a long day at the beach or to spend a lazy afternoon sipping cocktails and watching the sunset.
"No," Elena shakes her head as she places the empty lime rind in a napkin. "I have a high tolerance for alcohol."
Elena is already on her third shot and Damon is on his fourth. The bartender places a bowl with freshly cut limes in front of her and she smiles softly in thanks.
"This, I know," Damon says as he reaches for the salt shaker. "Give me your hand," he whispers and her eyes lock on him.
Instinctively, responding to his hypnotic gaze, she extends her hand. Her body shivers at the contact – just like every time he touches her.
She watches mesmerized as he raises her hand to his lips, turns her palm up, and places a light kiss close to her thumb before brushing his tongue over her wrist.
A soft moan escapes and Damon winks at her before pouring some salt on the spot. He takes a piece of lime and pushes it into her mouth.
He licks the salt off her skin, empties his shot glass, and reaches for the lime in her mouth, but Elena removes the slice and kisses him.
Elena feels dizzy at the taste of salt and Patrón. No amount of alcohol can get her as drunk as Damon Salvatore's kisses.
After throwing back another shot, Elena wraps her arms around Damon's neck and crashes her lips onto his.
Damon's hand slips from her knee up her thigh, underneath her dress and she moans in his mouth.
Elena is throbbing with need but he pulls back and signals the bartender for another round.
"Wanna see the beach at night?" he asks softly and Elena tilts her head a little.
"What did you have in mind?" Elena asks, feigning innocence.
"That's for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot," Damon returns and Elena's heart ticks up a notch as he takes her hand and leads her out of the bar.
Under the moon's tender gaze, Damon and Elena stand alone on the beach, their silhouettes etched against the shimmering expanse of the sea. The soft sand cradles their bare feet, and the rhythmic lapping of waves provides a soothing soundtrack.
Damon, with tousled hair and a hint of mischief in his eyes, wraps his arms around Elena, pulling her close. The salt-kissed breeze tugs at their clothing, and they sway together, lost in the intimacy of the moment.
His fingers trace delicate patterns on her skin, leaving trails of warmth.
Elena, her laughter a melody, rests her head against his chest. The chestnut strands of her hair catch the moonlight, and her eyes reflect the constellations above.
The gentle crash of waves, like a heartbeat, syncs with theirs. They dance, slow and deliberate, tracing circles in the sand, leaving imprints of love and longing.
Stars, countless and ancient, witness their stolen kisses. They are a universe unto themselves, bound by invisible threads of desire.
And as the night deepens, they walk hand in hand, leaving behind footprints that will be swallowed by the tide.
Damon leads her to a secluded area. "You're beautiful," Damon whispers close to her ear, sending chills down her spine.
His lips brush over Elena's skin and warmth fills her.
"I can't keep my hands off of you," she whispers against his neck.
"Is that a bad thing?" he asks, pressing soft, hot kisses down her throat and back to her jaw and finally her lips. "You taste exquisite," he mumbles against her mouth. "It made me crazy to see you with that pencil-neck Liam character."
Damon's eyes darken as he strokes his hand over her cheek.
Heat shimmers through her and her heart thunders in her chest. Her gaze drops to his lips, full and sensuous. Their mouths met halfway as he leans down and Elena rises on her tiptoes.
Damon slips his arms around her, pulling her against him as his tongue slips into her mouth.
Elena kisses him back, hungrily, wanting to be closer than she can get. She presses her body tight to his and thrusts her tongue into his mouth. Her fingers trail up the sides of his neck to bury themselves in his damp hair.
Damon groans and tightens his arms around her, crushing her to his body.
Her nipples ache with need as they thrust into his chest. Elena can feel a bulge growing through his jeans, pressing into her belly.
Their lips part and their gaze's lock. Damon searches her eyes, silently asking a question only she can answer.
Elena rests her hand on one of his shoulders and runs her fingertips along his cheek and down his jaw. She kisses his chin, then nibbles the slightly raspy texture of his jaw. She pushes herself on tiptoes and nuzzles his neck, then presses her lips near his ear.
"I want you, Damon."
Damon draws her close again and captures her lips as his hands slide down past her back to cup her bottom, causing her back to arch and her center to press even closer to his desire for her. He steps back and his mouth widens into that sexy smile of his. "And I've wanted you since the moment I first saw you."
Elena strokes her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, heat coursing through her at the feel of his hard muscles beneath her fingers. She nudges him backward until his back is against the boulder, shielding them from prying eyes.
Damon captures her lips, embracing her as his tongue glides into her mouth and explores thoroughly.
Elena wraps her arms around his neck for support, returning his kiss with equal fervor.
They draw back, breathing heavily.
"Make love to me, Damon."
Damon's eyes glitter as he reaches for the hem of her sundress and slips it over her head. He quickly sheds his clothes.
"You are gorgeous." Damon stands in front of her and reaches for her breasts reverently. He lifts them in his hands, her nipples pressing into his palms.
Elena groans in need.
Damon strokes her for a few moments, then he licks the tip of her hard nipple.
Intense pleasure rips through her. "That's nice..." Elena strokes her fingers through his dark hair and holds him close.
Damon moves to her other nipple and suckles, sending her head spinning, while he strokes the other one with his hand.
Still suckling, Damon strokes down her stomach and between her legs. When his fingers slide underneath her panties and along her tender flesh, she moans.
Damon releases her nipple and smiles at her. "Mmm..." He drags her body against his and captures her lips in a breathtaking kiss. He sweeps her into his arms and lowers her onto their clothes never breaking the kiss.
As soon as Elena feels the weight of Damon's body press against hers, she pulls back slightly.
"I need you...now, Damon."
"Patience."
Damon hooks his fingers in her panties and slips them down her long slender legs. His lips move down her neck, over her shoulder, and to her breasts. His hands cup them and stroke over her nipples. His lips close on the areola, sucking it with deep pulls of his mouth.
"Damon..." Elena is surprised at the sound of her voice. There is a plea in it, a desperation she can't hide.
Elena's fingers curl into his hair as anticipation builds inside of her.
A whimpering moan leaves her lips as Damon's mouth, teeth, and tongue work at her breasts while his fingers travel to her inner thigh.
A second later, Damon parts her legs and his mouth teases along her inner thighs. He blows across her clit, causing Elena to jerk involuntarily, curling her toes. His tongue drags along her dampness and grazes over her clit. Elena arches upward, pushing herself against his mouth. Damon draws her legs farther apart, tucking her knees over his shoulders, and begins to feast like a parched man.
A cry tears from her lips, her eyes opening wide as she struggles to find a sense of balance in a world suddenly tilting on its axis.
Damon's tongue flickers against her tender flesh, licking and stroking, moving ever closer to the engorged bundle of nerves. His fingers part her wet folds and slide inside her.
"Oh, God...Damon..." Elena moans, tossing her head from side to side at the exquisite pleasure.
His mouth and fingers move on her, in her, stroking, licking, and sucking.
Waves of pleasure tear through her. Elena moans as she plummets headlong into an intense orgasm.
Damon keeps sucking and stroking as she rides to incredible heights then slowly floats back to earth gasping for breath.
"That was...oh God..."
Damon caresses her breasts, then strokes down her stomach and between her legs.
Elena grabs his face in her hands. "I need you, Damon."
She holds her breath as he poises the tip against her slick opening. "Please," Elena whimpers.
Damon exhales breathily and drives inside, filling her.
Elena gasps at the feeling. She sucks in a deep breath as he pushes deeper. Using her calves, she wraps her legs around him and pulls him tighter against her. "...perfect," she mumbles at the feeling of him inside of her.
Damon settles his weight on her as he seizes her lips in a ferocious kiss. He draws back and glides into her again.
The waves that come up and break around them aren't enough to cool the fiery explosion that is building between them.
Raking her nails along his back, Elena cries out his name and he groans in response.
With each foray inside of her, Elena arches to meet him. She clings to Damon and moans as intense desire bursts inside her.
Damon begins driving into her body with deliberate insistence, holding himself above her so he can witness her every flickering expression of pleasure.
Elena fixes her eyes on his beautiful face.
Damon maintains her stare as he thrusts his body deeply with no discernable rhythm at all, his desire heightened by the broken moans of delight he incites with each strong foray inside her.
Elena meets each lunge of his hips with equal fervor, hooking her ankles inside his knees, and opening herself wide to him. Her nails rake across his shoulders, back, and buttocks, her breathing harsh and loud.
"Elena..." Damon moans breathlessly at the very moment their bodies begin to spasm in tandem, rocking them with gasping force.
Elena grinds herself into Damon's hips, her inner muscles clamping around him again and again as her orgasm takes a fierce hold.
Damon's thrusts became stilted and frenetic, spurred by a brutal, primal need.
Seconds later, he explodes with a long, serrated moan as he pumps inside her, intensifying her pleasure.
Finally, they both collapse in complete and utter satisfaction.
In the afterglow of their intense lovemaking. As Elena snuggles against him, Damon strokes her cheek, holding her tight to his body with his other arm.
"This felt so right like we belong together." Damon kisses her damp hair as his eyes fall closed.
"Mmm," Elena nods tiredly as she follows him into slumber.
Thank you all for reading.
Chapter title: Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner.
The Titanic sank on April 15, 1912. I did publish a short Titanic story, "My Heart Will Go On" a few years ago if you're interested. Damon lives.
Have a fantastic day.