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Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).
Dear Diary
This is my final entry.
Once upon a time, for around a year I fantasized about Damon Salvatore. Dreams haunting me about him even when I was with his brother Stefan. I no longer have fantasies about Damon, I don't need to. Every night he fulfills what ever fantasies I'd ever want to act out with him. He is my partner, my lover, my best friend, my soulmate. And as of this afternoon, he will be my husband, and hopefully one day he will be the father of our children.
When I look back on this diary and read my entries from when I was only 17 years old, I see a naive teenager. A girl who started out needing someone to help her get over the grief of losing her parents. She found Stefan. And to be completely honest, he was perfect for her at that point in her life. He was her first love and they loved each other deeply. However, the problem that they had (although Stefan wasn't aware of it at the time), was his brother, Damon.
However, when it came to Damon, at first the 17 year old found him attractive, but he was so obviously good looking, she put her thoughts to one side. Then one day, he was looking all dashing in a suit as he came to her rescue. From that moment on, regardless of her emotional feelings for him, she knew he was the sexiest man she'd ever met, and probably ever would meet. He did some bad things and made her hate him. He redeemed himself, and she gradually began to fall for him, even though she was dating his brother. When she was torn apart from her first love, she became closer to Damon. Her feelings growing ever stronger. What she didn't grasp was that by her 18th birthday, she was imagining her and Damon's wedding day. She had never even considered a future with Stefan, yet even back then, she saw one with Damon.
I think deep down she always knew she'd be with Damon. After all Bonnie once told her she saw 'A crow. There was fog, a man.' she then said 'It was just the beginning.'
Bonnie was right, it was the beginning. It was the beginning of meeting and falling in love with, before marrying the man of my dreams.
E
To My Darling Husband Damon
Wow, that sounds crazy calling you my husband, but by the time you read this, we'll be married.
Just before I took the cure, I asked whether we would have been together if I hadn't have become a vampire. You told me you didn't think so. Although I can't say with 100% certainty, I actually think you were wrong. This journal not only contains the slightly sordid details of my once innocent mind (now sexually corrupted by you, although I'm not complaining). It also tracks my growing feelings for you over time until we became a couple, and me fantasizing again after you came back from the prison world.
I was going to show it to you when we first became a couple. I took this journal to the boarding house when I moved in after Jeremy became a hunter, meaning it never got caught up in the fire at my old house (which by the way, thank you for rebuilding as a wedding gift xxx), so fortunately it still exists. However, when the time came, we found out I was sired to you, and then I forgot about the journal. Although with hindsight, I suspect the contents of this journal may have gone some way to explaining the reason why I was sired to you.
There was no way I could go back and tell you how and when I fell in love with you. It was a long and complex road. There were setbacks along the way. But most of all, my denial was the biggest problem. In this journal, I was slightly more honest with myself, although the denial still existed. However, some of the dreams are more of an indication of my true feelings. The conversations we had in them must have been truer to my heart than I believed at the time.
I told you I couldn't give you our wedding gift until the day after the wedding as it wasn't ready, well now it is. There was nothing of monetary value that I could give to you. The only gift I had left to offer was the truth of how and when I fell in love with you. Not only that, there are memories of people we've loved and lost in here. Which is why this is my wedding gift to you. I hope you read it and cherish it. This is for your eyes only, and one which we will take to the grave. The final entry is our wedding night.
Your Forever Loving Wife
Elena
The previous day...
It was three years after Elena had woken from her sleeping beauty spell. Elena was still four years from graduating as a pediatrician, however once qualified, they planned for Elena to open up her own practice in Mystic falls, while Damon would run his bar, previously owned by Bree, in Atlanta, remotely, and was now looking into the possibility of buying the Grill.
Damon had donated the Salvatore boarding house to Caroline and Ric, who in the process of setting up a school for gifted children, in other words it was a real life Hogwarts, except witches weren't the only species allowed to attend. The school was open to young vampires and werewolves, to allow themselves an education, and to learn how to deal with their way of life. He couldn't bear the idea of living there after Stefan died, which was why he'd already started on rebuilding the Gilbert house, ready for when the time came to move back home.
As Damon's blood contained the cure, a secret agreement had been made with Klaus for Damon to give Rebekah his blood when his time came to die. to allow her to become human as well, should she still want it, although Damon couldn't see the point as having the family and doubted she'd ever take it, but he'd agreed to the arrangement. For his gratitude, Klaus had placed Damon and Elena under his protection. Nobody would know about their previous involvement with vampires, and their lives would never interact with vampires outside of their circle of friends. Klaus had also offered the use of an island in the Bahamas which he owned, one so private, only a few people knew of its existence. In typical Klaus fashion, it was excessively grand and opulent, however neither Damon nor Elena were going to ignore such a wonderful venue
Damon and Elena finally got to their bedroom in the villa just after midnight. They'd gotten married on a white sandy beach, on the small private island. They were surrounded by just their closest family and friends. Damon hadn't even been opposed to Matt Donovan attending as a groomsman, as he knew how much the he meant to Elena and Damon figured it was time to get on the Sheriff's when they eventually decided to move back to Mystic Falls.
Elena flopped down in their grand bed and looked out of the double doors, which gave them a wonderful sea view, with the reflection of the moon and stars off the water. The day had been perfect. Jeremy had given her away, Ric and Damon had finally made up, meaning Ric was Damon's best man, with Matt as the other groomsman. Bonnie, Caroline and the twins were the bridesmaids. The absence of Stefan especially, was heavily felt but they knew he wouldn't have wanted them to be sad, and if he was watching from another place, they didn't want to make him feel guilty about not being able to share the day with them.
Finally the two of them were alone in the grand bedroom suite in the villa. Damon took off his linen jacket and kicked off his shoes before sitting down next to where Elena lay. His face was darkened by the sun, a sight Elena absolutely loved. For their first few years together, Damon's skin had always been pale due to being a vampire, but now his skin tanned from being in the sun, although he was always extra careful about using plenty of sunscreen. Like Elena, he was now biologically twenty eight and seemed to only be getting better with age. When he became human again, determined to make sure he stayed looking as good as he had since 1864, he'd regularly gone to the gym, barely drank alcohol and ate healthy food. He'd worked hard and made a success of the bar. When Damon became a vampire he found his way, when he met Elena he found his purpose, when he became human again, he had discovered life. And now they were ready to settle down and start a family.
There had always been an unspoken concern at the back of both Damon and Elena's minds regarding their ability to have children. Ever since they became human, they'd used protection as Elena didn't want to start a family while at college. However they didn't know whether being vampires or taking the cure would have affected their abilities to have children. There was no scientific data to go by, and neither of them were willing to have tests until they'd been trying for a family for at least a year. They'd decided to wait until their wedding night to have unprotected sex for the first time since Damon turned. Therefore they were both a little nervous as for the first time, this simple and intimate act of love, could change their lives forever. This piece of information, was something they'd kept to themselves. The less pressure they were under, the better.
To make them feel more relaxed and at home, their bedroom had been lit by dozens of candles, as well as the natural moonlight which flooded through the doors which led straight out on to the powder white beach. They could hear the water rippling in the breeze, giving off a soothing noise. The room was decorated with dark wood and in the center was a huge four poster bed, with white cotton mosquito nets, which although their bite would be harmless to a vampire, the sound of insects would be distracting.
The bathroom was separated by just a piece of glass, which consisted of a huge walk in waterfall shower, bigger than the one Damon had in the boarding house, and a large black granite sunken bath and two matching sinks. The toilet itself was housed in a separate room, which was completely private.
On one side of the villa was a garden filled with exotic plants and flowers, the like of which Elena didn't recognize. On the other side was a small patio, which also house a hot tub. Inside the villa, behind the bedroom, was a lounge, a dining room and a small kitchen, just large enough to create breakfast. Everything was made of natural materials, yet screamed opulence at every turn.
The rest of the island was made up of five other villa's, although none of them as grand as the one they were staying in. One of the villa's had three bedrooms, which Elena suspected was the one where Hayley and Klaus's daughter Hope would stay. Naturally Caroline, Lizzie and Josie had taken up this particular villa as the twins felt their father wasn't 'cool' enough to live with, and as they were bridesmaids, they wanted an all girls villa.
Other than the villa's there was a larger area which was used as a large dining and party area. This included a bar, which led down to the beach, a patio, and a little further inland there were two large pools. All in all, the island was a small private resort which had been Klaus's wedding gift to Damon and Elena (although they suspected his soft spot for Caroline may have played a part in his grand gesture).
Once the were settled in, Damon took Elena's hand in his and laced their fingers together. "You ready to start married life for real Mrs Salvatore?" Damon grinned.
"I've been ready for this my entire life." Elena sat up and cupped Damon's cheek in her hand. "I love you Mr Salvatore." she whispered and kissed him.
Damon ran his fingers through Elena's hair, which she'd worn loose, he then ran his finger down her neck and spine, before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her in close. Elena hitched the long white dress up, climbed onto Damon's lap and pushed him down onto the bed.
"I thought we were going to try out the hot tub first." Damon smirked.
"I'm not sure I can wait that long." Elena smiled as she removed Damon's light gray tie and began to unbutton his thin white shirt. Her lips following the route she'd taken popping open every button.
Damon on the other hand was fiddling with the strings at the back of Elena's dress. Fortunately he was an expert at removing corsets, meaning he didn't take long to untie and loosen them. Once he'd finished with her corset, his hands reached under the skirt and he began to caress Elena's ankles. Slowly, he ran his fingers up the outside of her legs, until they reached her hips.
"This dress is in my way." Damon growled. "And right now is one of those times I wish I were still a vampire so I could rip it off." he complained.
Elena looked up from kissing his chest. "But if you were and you did rip my dress, I'd have to stake you." she smirked as she tried to push the shirt over his shoulders, but Damon wasn't prepared to let her undress him so easily. He gripped tightly onto her behind, pulling her satin and lace clad core, down closer to his ever growing erection.
"That's playing dirty." Elena scowled.
"Who said I like to play nice?" Damon smirked. "I think you've known me long enough, Dr. Elena Salvatore, to know I never play nice." he said with a wicked glimmer in his eyes.
"Well my dear husband." Elena replied. "I hope you never do, otherwise we'll be heading for the divorce courts." she threatened, when suddenly Damon slapped her on the behind." Ouch!" she yelped dramatically.
Damon rolled them over playfully so he was on top. "You know you love it." he growled as he leaned down and kissed her.
Elena finally managed to push Damon's shirt over his shoulders. "I wouldn't have married you if I didn't." she grinned, before kissing him back.
Once Elena had removed Damon's shirt, she lifted her head and began to kiss his neck, shoulders and arms, while her hands roamed his chest; taking in the fine hairs which grew slightly thicker as they got closer to his treasure trail. For his part, Damon was stroking the inside of Elena's thighs, teasing her as his hands never quite reached the place where she wanted him. Each time he got closer, then yanked his hand away and caressed the back of her knee instead.
Elena rolled them back over so she was on top once again, she loosened the stings of her corset, allowing her to breathe more easily. Damon quickly sat up as his mouth found her neck. He began to pepper kisses all around her neck and throat, scraping his blunt teeth as a reminder of their blood sharing history. All the while, he was pulling the strings out of Elena's corset, to which Elena was only too grateful for. She was desperate to feel his soft skin against her own.
Eventually he freed her from the confines of the tightly fitted garment, leaving her skirt still in place. Elena wore no bra as it hadn't been necessary due to the design of the corset, which held everything in place. Once removed Damon immediately captured one of her nipples in his mouth, while his hand cupped and massaged the other breast, giving rise to a moan from Elena's lips at the heavenly feeling it created. She ran her fingers through Damon's dark locks as his tongue teased her, swirling around her areola, his teeth gently biting down on her nipple, before he took it in his mouth and sucked it. After a minute, he switched breasts, ensuring each were lavished with the same amount of care and attention he wished to bestow upon them.
Damon stood them up and whipped Elena around so her back was pressed tightly against his chest. He slipped his hand down the front of her lace skirt and began to rub the satin crotch of her panties, close enough to her nub to tease her, but not enough to give her what she wanted.
"Do you ever miss it?" Damon growled into Elena's ear before nibbling her neck as she began to writhe against his body.
"I miss the blood sharing." Elena admitted. "I miss having that extra connection with you." she said. "What do you miss?" she asked.
"Truthfully, the same." Damon whispered. "I don't miss having to potentially buy a new bed every day because I can't keep my hands off of you." he nibbled Elena's ear, causing her to giggle.
"You don't regret it?" she asked.
"Absolutely not!" Damon pulled back. "If I'd have stayed a vampire, I'd have taken my ring off and walked out into the sunlight the moment you left this world. But there would have been no way to know if we'd have found peace together if I'd have stayed a vampire. And instead of taking life, I'm now here, with you, potentially trying to create life. What more can vampirism give me? I have it all. I have you." he whispered as his lips found Elena's shoulders and his hand slipped inside Elena's panties, where he stroked the wetness of her folds.
"Damon..." Elena moaned as her legs almost buckled under the pleasure of his fingers.
"I've got you." Damon assured her as he tightened one arm around Elena's waist. "Fuck, you're wet." he said excitedly.
Elena moved her hand behind her back and traced the outline of Damon's erection through his linen pants.
"And you are very hard Mr Salvatore." Elena purred as she moved her hand up and down the ever growing bulge.
"I want to fuck you Mrs Salvatore." Damon growled.
Elena turned her head to look him in the eyes. "Then do it." she said, their eyes set upon one another with fire burning, for just a moment. But that moment was all that was needed for them to grant permission to follow through on their desires.
Their lips softly brushed together, until Elena gently tugged at Damon's bottom lip with her teeth, at that moment, they could no longer contain themselves. Their tongues explored each others mouths, as if for the first time, tasting one another, finding every ridge and crevice, with every intention of getting to know it as well as their own mouths.
All the while Elena was unfastening Damon's linen pants while he was unbuttoning the back of her skirt. They were so desperate to get to one another, they were practically fumbling like teenagers, not like two people with a combined age of over two hundred years. Soon they were down to just their underwear, Damon in his traditional boxer briefs, although due to the color of his suit, they were light gray instead of his traditional black. Elena wore only a cream satin and lace thong, as it was too hot to wear stockings.
Elena reached inside Damon's boxer briefs and took hold of his shaft in her hand, while his hands roamed the cheeks of her behind. She released him from his cotton prison and pushed his boxer briefs down from his hips, lowering herself onto her knees along the way. Damon stepped out of the material and once again Elena took his erect member into her hands and began to slowly stroke him. She noticed the pre-cum already glistening on the tip, so she circled her tongue around the head, before taking his length into her mouth.
"Oh god Elena..." Damon breathed as he rolled his head back and ran his fingers through her hair. Elena began to set a rhythm, but Damon stopped her. "Uh-uh." he shook his head as he pulled her up off her knees.
Suddenly he picked her up and threw her on the bed, which Damon and Elena knew had to be constructed to be Original proof, therefore no human sex stood a chance of breaking it, although they were willing to give it a damn good try. Damon climbed between Elena's legs and kissed the crotch of her panties while looking up at her mischievously. He grabbed hold of the waistband with his teeth, alternating between sides, and proceeded to slowly pull them down, before finishing the job with his fingers once they reached her ankles.
"You seem to have developed patience." Elena smirked as he climbed back up to hover over her. "Together?" she asked, raising an eyebrow seductively.
"And that is why you are the perfect woman for me." Damon grinned as he pecked her on the lips. "You read my mind perfectly." he said, before kissing her once more.
They rolled over, so that Damon was laying on his back. Elena climbed off and turned around, facing the opposite way and hitched her leg over him once more. His shaft was waiting, ready for her attention, while Damon was already kissing her inner thighs. Elena balanced herself on one arm and wrapped her fingers around his member with her free hand. At first the began to slowly pump her hand up and down, gathering a rhythm, then she ran her tongue along the sensitive vein, earning her a moan of pleasure, before taking him in her mouth and slowly at first, bobbing her head, taking him in deeper each time, all the while her hand continued to pump.
Meanwhile, Damon was paying attention to Elena's core. His finger parted her labia, allowing him to run his tongue from her clit to the entrance of her core. He blew inside and circled his tongue around the hole, teasing her as he dived in slightly deeper each time. Elena moaned at the sensation, which she knew Damon loved as the vibration increased his own pleasure.
Damon's thumb found Elena's nub, which he gently began to massage as he thrust his tongue inside her, causing her to moan even louder. Elena knew they wouldn't be able to continue in this position too long as the sensations he gave her would become too distracting for her to continue using her mouth on him. Damon never seemed to mind, in fact he relished in the challenge of how quickly he could distract her from her own actions. Becoming human hadn't meant he'd lost any of his skills with his mouth. If anything, he'd become more adept at finding Elena's exact weak spots, allowing him not only to bring her to her climax sooner, but to giver her more powerful orgasms than ever.
It didn't take long before Elena was reduced to just being able to use her hand on Damon. Her knees were becoming weak and wobbly, while her brain was unable to concentrate on the task at hand. Damon slapped Elena on the backside, their unwritten code for her to stop what she was doing, roll over and lie on her back. Elena let go of Damon's shaft and did as was requested. Elena knew should she have carried on much longer, their marriage consummation Damon pulled himself around and settled his head between Elena's thighs he raised her knees, so that her feet were flat to the bed, and pushed her legs further apart.
At first he continued where he'd left off, using his tongue to tease her just inside her entrance, while massaging her nub with his thumb. However he soon moved his tongue and replaced it with one finger, as he paid attention to her folds, just below the most sensitive area of her nub. Damon began to gently pump his solitary finger, while he sucked on her folds and lathered her labia with his wet tongue. A method which always relaxed Elena until she was almost at the brink. He inserted another finger and continued what he was doing. All the while Elena grabbed onto his hair and moaned with pleasure.
By this point the heat pooling inside her stomach what burning white hot. She knew it wouldn't be long before she tipped over the edge, as her inner walls felt as though they were getting hotter. Damon inserted a third finger and slowly thrust in and out of her, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. Elena lifted herself up onto her elbows to try and watch him, but her head fell back as the pleasure continued to build. Damon upped the pace of the thrusting with his fingers and moved his mouth, so that it was now paying close attention to Elena's nub. This was what she had been desperate for, what he'd been teasing her.
Elena tried to angle her hips closer to Damon's mouth as he began to thrust furiously with his fingers, however her body had other ideas. Her back slowly began to arch as the area around her labia became white hot, yet numb at the same time, signaling the first signs of the onset of a powerful orgasm. Elena pushed Damon's head closer to her as it was the only thing she could do. She wanted and needed more as she felt her inner walls begin to contract around Damon's fingers. When the heat finally erupted inside her body Elena could no longer contain herself.
"Uh...uh...uh...oh my god...yes...Damon...yes...aargh!" she screamed as her entire body caved into the mind numbing pleasure. After that she could no longer think or speak, everything was just a blur of concentrated pleasure running throughout her body.
Her inner walls were contracting powerfully around Damon's fingers. Her entire core was white hot, yet numb to any sensation other and the white hot pleasure of her climax. Elena's body began to shake as her back arched even more before she went rigid, as her orgasm reached its peak. Damon slowed his thrusting, experienced enough to know when Elena was coming down from the high of her release.
Eventually Damon stopped and climbed up Elena's body, to hover above her. She collapsed onto her back breathless from the mind blowing orgasm Damon had just given her. He kissed her on the lips, allowing her to taste herself on him, which she found oddly erotic as it was a mixture of them both, it also represented the pleasure he'd brought her.
Damon pulled away from the kiss and smiled. "Turn over." he instructed her, to which Elena obliged.
Damon pulled her hips, forcing her onto her hands and knees, which brought a huge smile to her face. She knew exactly what he was going to do as it was her favorite position to start off in. He rubbed his shaft up and down the wetness of her labia before lining himself up at her entrance and slowly entering her. His length filling and stretching her until he was in as deep as possible. Damon then gradually pulled back out and slowly repeated the action, and stopped. He grasped hold of Elena's hips and pulled back out, this time with more speed and thrust back in with much more force. He then began to pick up the pace, as Elena moved her hips in sync with his, enabling him to penetrate as deeply as possible with perfect timing.
Other than the sound of the wind, waves and ceiling fan, the only noises that could be heard were their moans, which were getting louder, and their skin slapping together. As they thrust harder and faster, they started to build up a sweat, and started to become breathless as a result of the physical exertion. Despite the fact she was getting hotter with every thrust, Elena could have continued like they were for a little longer. However, they both knew she was unlikely to climax from this position without clitoral stimulation, which wasn't the easiest of tasks to carry out and maintain their current rhythm. That was why Damon started to slow down and eventually stop.
"Lay down on you stomach." he whispered breathlessly as Elena complied with his request.
Damon didn't always take the lead, but he frequently could read Elena's body so well, he often knew what she needed before she did. Elena lay flat on her stomach, her legs parted. Damon lay down on top of her and slid his hand under her hips, lifting them up ever so slightly, he lined himself up at her entrance, before slowly and carefully entering her. This position required slow, methodical movements, otherwise his member would slip out, such was the awkwardness of the angle. However the gains were worth it. Damon's shaft pressed up against to the front of her inner walls, while Damon was able to massage her clit in the process. The angle Elena's hips needed to be only elevated the sensation which she was experiencing.
Soon the heat inside Elena was ready to burn her once more, Damon's fingers sped up as Elena felt the heated numbness of her folds while her inner walls began to contract violently around Damon's member. Damon buried his head into Elena's neck as he tried to concentrate on not reaching his own release while her body was urging him on. He pulled out before her own orgasm tipped him over the edge, leaving Elena feeling the loss.
"Damon..." she cried, a mixture of pleasure and grief at him not being able to share in her pleasure for longer. All the while he peppered kisses between her shoulder blades, allowing her to come down from her high.
Just as she was starting to recover, Damon got up and Elena rolled onto her back. She knew they weren't finished, and Damon wouldn't allow himself to find his release unless she was finding hers at the same time. Over a hundred and fifty years of practice had allowed him to hone in on this skill, one which Elena felt blessed to have found a man who was physically capable of doing it.
Elena parted her legs and brought her knees up, as Damon hovered above her. She took hold of his length and lined him up at her entrance, before moving her hips up while he pressed down until they were finally together, merged as one. Damon ghosted his fingers down the side of Elena's body and then began to move, slowly at first. Elena wrapped her arms around Damon's back and lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts with such perfect timing as only two people who knew each other as intimately as Damon and Elena did, would understand.
Their lips met and they started to kiss, while the pace of their thrusting grew faster. They broke away from the kiss as Damon rested his forehead against Elena's and their eyes met. An understanding ran between them, for those few moments, they were united as one being. Soulmates joined together for all eternity. However, soon their physical needs began to take precedence. Even though she was extremely sensitive, the heat was once again building inside Elena. She knew it wasn't going to take long to tip her over the edge. Elena was also keenly aware of how Damon's body was reacting, and she could tell he was as close as she was.
Damon slid his hand between them and found her nub. He began to gently massage it, sending little electric shocks through the bundle of nerves, like they were a match ready to light the fire inside of her. Moments later her body exploded with pleasure as her core began to contract violently.
"Oh my god...Damon...oh...aargh!" she screamed, as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed over her body. Elena had enough awareness to realize Damon's movements had sped up, confirming his own release was imminent.
"Elena...aargh...fuck!" he cried as Elena's orgasm milked Damon's shaft to his own release. Elena watched as his brow creased while she felt his warm seed spill inside her, all the while her back arched and her body went rigid as her climax reached its peak.
They lay in each others arms for a few minutes, breathless and sated while they recovered from their mind blowing sex. Once she'd recovered, Elena sat up and looked down at her husband who had a look of absolute contentment on his face.
"Can we sit on the beach for a little while?" she asked.
"Of course." Damon smiled as they stood up. Elena grabbed a towel for them to sit on and Damon picked up a white cotton throw to cover their modesty, just in case there were any straddlers who saw them sat naked watching the sea.
They made their way to the sand and found a spot near the sea, where Elena placed the towel on the floor and they sat down. Elena was between Damon's legs as he wrapped the throw around their shoulders, while they stared out at the vast expanse of water, which held the reflection of the moon and stars. Elena rested her head back into the crook of Damon's neck and sighed with contentment.
"You happy?" she asked.
"I think that has to be the strangest question you've ever asked me." Damon replied. "Although maybe happy doesn't cover it. Ecstatic, content, excited." he sighed. "I guess that's probably a more accurate description." he said.
"Why are you excited?" Elena asked.
"Because we've finally gotten an acceptable kind of passion, adventure and danger." Damon replied. "The passion hasn't changed, but starting a family is an adventure we never could have imagined on that first night we spent together." he continued.
"So where's the danger?" Elena frowned.
"Diapers." Damon sighed. "Changing diapers is my biggest fear." he admitted, although Elena could tell he was only joking.
Elena began to laugh. "You know, once might not be enough to start a family." she said. "We might need to keep trying."
"How often?" Damon asked.
"All night." Elena said coyly as she turned her head and kissed Damon on the throat.
"I can live with that." Damon smirked. "Do you think we might be unlucky enough to have to keep trying all night every night while we are here?" he asked.
"Absolutely." Elena nodded.
"Do you think the sea would be unlucky?" Damon asked.
"Oh definitely." Elena nodded.
"I'll give you a five second head start." Damon laughed as Elena scrambled up and began to run across the sand towards the sea. "Five...four...three...two...one..." he called out as he stood up and ran after her.
Damon caught up with Elena just as she got to the edge of the water. Damon swooped her up in his arms and carried them out to where it was deeper, all the while Elena was laughing. He gently dropped her in the water and wrapped his arms around her, and his face grew serious.
"I love you Mrs Elena Salvatore." he whispered.
Elena stopped laughing and gazed up into his eyes, the color hidden by the darkness. "I love you too Mr Damon Salvatore." she whispered back as she threw her arms around his neck.
Their lips met once more as they kissed passionately. Starting as they meant to carry on for the rest of their human lives, sharing in an all consuming love.