DELENA POST-5X22: IT'S REAL

Chapter 5: I'll Take You Anywhere You Want To Go

"Damon, Damon...god yes!" Elena screamed in delight after Damon ripped her clothes off, leaving her in the red lingerie Damon had admired many times before, and trailed kisses down her stomach.

Damon teased Elena by trailing kisses back up to her face instead of continuing further down.

He chuckled when she moaned, "Damon!" She unbuckled his belt hastily and practically tore his shirt off. Damon was in his boxers in a matter of seconds. He ran his fingers up and down Elena's legs, but she wasn't having any of that. She wanted him inside her immediately, so she not-so-subtly guided Damon's hand to the rim of her panties, urging him to undress her completely.

Damon smirked and said softly, "Patience, 'Lena."

"I want you now, Damon!" Elena moaned in frustration, "Fine...I'll do it myself!" With that, Elena dropped her hands from Damon's hair to her waist so that she could remove one pesky article of clothing.

Damon chuckled to himself and quickly repositioned himself so that his lips were at Elena's waist, causing her hands to reflexively settle in his hair. She couldn't help but run her fingers through it. Damon placed kisses along her waistline while his hands settled on her hips.

"Damon..." Elena sighed, giving in to Damon's loving touch. Her original intention of speedy sex was no longer what she wanted. She wanted every moment with Damon to last tonight. After all, they had the entire boarding house to themselves.

Damon moved back up so that he could kiss Elena's lips. She was taken by surprise when Damon slipped his fingers into her, pleasuring her while his lips paid heed to her jaw and neck. Elena panted as Damon worked his fingers to bring her to the edge.

"God...Damon!" Elena gasped, eliciting a lustful groan from Damon who continued his actions.

A couple minutes later, Damon whispered seductively into Elena's ear as he tossed her panties to the ground, "It looks like these need to be washed."

"Mmhmm," Elena agreed quickly before crushing her lips to his and locking her legs around his waist.

"Oh, Elena..." Damon moaned when Elena bit his lip gently. She smiled at him just before pulling him underneath her.

"I think it's my turn," she grinned naughtily, glancing at his boxers.

Damon clutched the headboard as Elena satisfied his craving for her touch. They could go at it for hours. Damon smiled remembering when he had tried to give Elena all his attention one night. He had told her that it was her night and her night only. But she wouldn't have that. No, Elena would never allow Damon to get away with giving and not receiving. She would always return any favour Damon did for her even if he fought with her.

Elena climbed back up to her original position and smiled at Damon, interrupting his thoughts, "I love you, Damon." She kissed him, feeling him smile against her lips.

"I love you too, baby," Damon replied, kissing her fervently.

Elena looked at her boyfriend, her eyes shining, "What's that face?"

"What face?" Damon asked, his lips turning up into a smile again.

Elena stroked his cheek and kissed it, "That face."

"You never let me give you a night all to yourself, Elena," Damon said, kissing her ear.

Elena knew what he was referring to right away and placed both hands on either side of his face.

"Damon, you have no idea how much it turns me on to know that you're feeling everything you make me feel," Elena kissed his forehead, "I love you Damon. I love you so much that I can't imagine not showing you physically, baby. These nights - they're ours, both of ours, okay?"

Damon was listening intently to Elena, taking in every word. He nodded when she looked at him for a response. He loved his girl so much.

"And this night..." Damon trailed off, smirking, as he lovingly pulled Elena closer, "...isn't over yet."

Elena giggled when Damon playfully threw her underneath his body and tickled her, "Come here, beautiful!"

About an hour later, Elena was curled up on Damon's chest wearing his shirt and a fresh set of lingerie (because there was no doubt they'd be making love again that night) and decided to ask Damon about going out the next day.

"Of course, 'Lena. I'll take you anywhere you want to go," Damon smiled, "We haven't really gone out on a date in a while...you know since I've been dead and all."

Elena laughed, "Damon!" she slapped his chest playfully and then became serious, "Thank god you're back...do you have any idea how much I missed you?"

Damon looked at his girlfriend and comforted her, "I know, baby. I missed you a lot as well. It won't happen again, I promise."

"Damon, you can't promise me something like that...and it scares me every day. I can't live without you."

Damon sat up in bed, pulling Elena into his lap, "Elena, I promised you I'd come back and I did. I promise you - no more risky moves that could get me killed, okay? I love you, and I hate seeing you upset."

Elena threw her arms around Damon's neck and whispered softly, "Okay."

Damon kissed her and remarked with a smirk, "When did you change into these, sexy?" He slipped his hand under the fabric of the shirt she was wearing to brush his fingers against the lace of her new bra.

Elena giggled and swatted his hand away, and added, teasingly, "Uh-uh Mister Salvatore...patience is a virtue, or have you forgotten?"

Damon caught her hand in his and kissed it. His eyes darkened slightly, full of passion, and he responded, "You forget that I'm not the most patient guy, Miss Gilbert." With that, he removed his shirt from Elena's body swiftly. His lips were on her within seconds.

"Of course, I should have known," Elena said between fits of laughter, "You're my crazy, impulsive vampire, and I love you."

Damon smiled at her before he kissed her, and they finished what they had started.