The Vampire Diaries: He's The Air She Would Kill To Breathe

Enter, Alaric!

Damon woke up to Elena screaming. Damon bolted upright, gently shaking and nudging his wife.

"Elena, baby wake up. Elena!” He shook her a little harder and her eyes shot open. She immediately began to cry and Damon pulled her into him. His face was worn with worry and he kissed the top of her head.

"Shhh it’s just a nightmare.” He soothed, running his fingernails in circular motions along her back. She whimpered a little and gazed into her husband’s deep blue eyes.

"We have to get Ian back, Damon. I dreamed the worst…we have to make him safe again.” Damon cupped her chin with his hand.

"We will, I’m going to save our son if it’s the last thing I do. I’m not losing him again.” He reassured her. She cuddled into the crook of his neck and tried to calm down. Damon stroked her hair very gently, his other hand massaging the small of her back. She hadn’t realized what it would feel like to have their bond ignite again, the simple touch of his fingers setting her body on fire. She let out a tiny moan and Damon sighed thoughtfully.

“It feels like being bathed in Icy Hot, doesn’t it?” He felt Elena nod against his skin.

“Normally it’s just a warm sensation…this burns. It’s almost like being in vampire heat.” Damon burst into laughter.

“Well that’s one way to put it. I think it’s because we’ve been apart for so long. I’ve missed you so bad baby…needed your kiss and touch and your love more than I’ve ever even needed air.” Elena could hear the pain dripping from his voice and it broke her heart.

“I promise you…I will never leave you again.” She moved from her place by his side and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. She bent down and gently kissed down his neck to his collar. Damon’s heart began to beat to the sound of Elena’s breathing and his hands snaked around her waist.

“Elena stop, I told you I wouldn’t push you in to anything, especially not after everything that’s happened. I don’t deserve you.” Elena cupped his face with her hands and forced him to look her in the eyes.

“Damon, you aren’t forcing me into anything, this is something I want. I need you, I need to feel our connection. If anyone deserves love, it’s you. I love you.” Damon couldn’t take it anymore, pushing Elena onto her back at vampire speed and forcing their lips together harshly. Elena responded roughly, the friction of the kiss leaving her lips scorched and swollen. She fisted his raven hair and pulled him as close to her body as possible. Before he even knew what was happening his fangs were in her neck, sucking savagely as he kicked off his jeans and tore Elena’s right down the middle and threw the tattered material to the floor. She broke their kiss and ridded herself of her shirt and bra while Damon simply popped the buttons right off his and shrugged it off, not caring that it was his newest John Varvatos. Elena stuck her fangs into the flesh on a more interesting place, right where his ear stopped and his jaw started. They fed on each other for a moment before coming up for air, allowing Damon the chance to slowly penetrate her. She gasped and flung her head back, calling out his name loudly. Damon smirked, finally feeling more like his old self again.

“I love you so so so so so much.” He cooed, all his walls down as they usually were with her. His heart was no longer missing it’s biggest piece, and he wanted her to know that he was so grateful for that.

“I love you too, Damon. Always.” He slammed into her hard, riding her as passionately as their first time, aching to feel her love. He began to bite her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, her stomach, everywhere he would reach. He wanted to mark her as his even though he knew the places would heal as quickly as he left them. She was his and he was hers, this was his was of confirming that…because after everything that had happened in his life he needed to confirm it. Needed to know that all of it was real, needed to know that he had found the one girl that would never leave him.

Elena was close, her legs tightening around Damon’s waist and her fingers yanking harder than ever at his hair. Damon moaned loudly, firmly placing one of his hands on the headboard for support and the other on Elena’s ass, giving it a nice squeeze.

“D-Damon!” He grinned and buried his face into her chest.

“Let go, Princess. We’ll do it together.” No less than a minute after he spoke they both had explosive orgasms, collapsing on top of one another, happy that the heat was now less intense. Elena snuggled into his arms and he wrapped himself life a protective cocoon around her.

“I’m so lucky to have you for a wife.” He whispered, stroking the side of her face. Elena closed her eyes, basking in the sound of her husbands velvet voice, feeling safe in his warmth.

“And when we find Ian we’ll be a family again. I’m not letting that moronic half-dog brain-dead loser destroy what we’ve built. It’s too precious to me.” Elena beamed.

“Did you just call him Ian?” Damon mentally kicked himself, knowing that this meant she had won their little name game.

“I…Might have.” She giggled.

“You did! I knew deep down you liked it.” He sighed and rested his head against her.

“It’s perfect.” Truth was, Damon still loved Sebastian, but after nearly losing both of them, the name that Elena preferred had become closer to his heart. They laid like that for a while before Alaric suddenly barged in.

“Time for you two to stop feeling sorry for yourselves and get out of bed, I have a lead on where Klaus might be.” Damon sat up and smirked at his friend, making sure he pulled the covers over Elena.

“We weren’t exactly feeling sorry for ourselves…I don’t usually do that naked.” Alaric practically turned green.

“Damon please…Elena is practically my daughter, that’s nasty.” Damon shrugged, looking smug and chuckling to himself.

“Anyway, where is he?” Elena’s muffled voice interjected from underneath the covers, where Damon had over-cautiously covered her head too. Alaric sighed.

“Take a guess…where does Klaus seem to like to hide?” Damon rolled his eyes.

“Chicago? Well that’s predictable.”

“I know, which is why we need to be super-careful, I don’t know what he’s planning.” Damon got a mischievous look in his eye and lifted the covers.

“Well that means one thing: Road trip! Get up and get dressed, Baby.” He said, giving her ass a loud slap. Elena half-yelped half giggled and Alaric headed for the door with an amused expression.

“Sometimes I wonder if it was a mistake to let her marry you.” He said in mock-disappointment, his broad smile giving him a way. Damon returned the grin and gave Alaric his best Smolder-Eyes.

“You know you love having me as a best friend/sort-of-son-in-law.”

“Well said Damon.” Alaric said with a laugh, exiting the room and waiting for the couple in the foyer.

“You’re an ass, you know that?” Elena giggled, sitting up and pulling the covers off.

“Yes, but I’m your ass.” She smiled.

“Of course you are.” She said as she reached over and gave him a light kiss that left his heart happy for once and put a bright start to the new day.