Title: Lineage
Disclaimer: I do not own TVD – I'm just borrowing!
Rating: M for language.
Author's Note:Ok, the next chapter of Lineage will be up tomorrow, just finishing a few little things with it. In the meantime I give you this. It's ridiculous but I had fun writing it anyways. I know I kept this idea out of my other TVD fic because I wanted it to be realistic but I came over a fic prompt I had the other day and I couldn't resist doing it as a one-shot.
I hope you enjoy, this is just a bit of fun.
Ave x
She was incredibly uncomfortable. It was the height of summer and despite it being nearly 1am she couldn't get to sleep.
'I give up.'
She huffed and pulled herself up on the pillows, reaching for the bedside table. The body beside her rolled over to find her sitting with a book in one hand and a pen in the other writing on a pad.
'What are you doing?' he asked rubbing his eyes awake.
'I'm making a list.'
She flicked through the book and wrote something on top of the pad of paper. No kidding.
'I can see that, a list of what exactly?'
'Names. We haven't even talked about names yet and I'm 3 weeks from giving birth. I'm not having you call it 'bump' for the rest of its life.'
He outwardly groaned, rolling over on his side to look at her.
'Do we really need to do this now? You've been cranky all day…I've spent most of it running about tending to your every need and now I'd like some sleep.'
He punched at his pillow to fluff it and heaved the blankets over them both before turning away from her again. She huffed and threw the cover off herself again.
'It's your fault I'm this grumpy.'
He gave in and sat up; looking towards her, wondering what ridiculous thing she was blaming him for this time.
'And how did you figure that one out then princess?' he countered, clasping his hands gently on top of the covers. She turned to him and contorted her face.
'Oh no Elena, vampires can't pro-create,' she ground out, trying her best to mimic him from that infamous road trip to Georgia. Pointing to her ever increasing bump she glared at him and continued, 'I beg to differ!'
He threw his head back in despair at this being the umpteenth time she'd brought that up.
'How many times do I need to tell you? I didn't even know it was possible. I've never met anyone that it's happened too. If I'd known it was possible, trust me, I'd have been a lot more careful.'
'Oh so you're saying that you didn't want this?'
Now she was blowing things out of proportion.
'I never said that.'
She was bemused and began flicking the pages again, almost ripping them from the book's spine as she went. He gave in.
'Ok fine. What's on the list?'
She continued to browse the book before putting it down in frustration and glaring at him.
'I don't know yet. I just started.'
He threw the book over the back of the bed and grinned.
'Damon's a good start. The first born son should be named after his father.'
She tried to reach behind their headboard to retrieve the book but her bump just got in the way.
'Maybe…' she puffed out, '…if we lived in the 1800s…' she collapsed against the headboard giving up, '…we'd name him after you.'
He smiled at her irritated sigh before reaching behind the bed effortlessly taking back the book.
'I did live in the 1800s,' he responded before handing her back the book, holding on tightly for a few seconds as she grabbed it before letting go.
'That's not the point.'
She enunciated the 't' at the end of her sentence and scribbled away on the notepad. He could see she'd written his name before putting a big line through it.
'Fine. What else you got?'
She smiled a little at his renewed enthusiasm.
'Ok, what about Casper?'
She didn't appreciate the look on his face. He looked like he wanted to vomit.
'Are you serious?'
'What's wrong with Casper?' she exclaimed.
'As in the friendly ghost?' It took her a moment to make the connection, but nodded when she got the reference, causing him to shake his head profusely, 'No. There's no way in hell any son of mine is going to named after a cartoon ghost no matter how cute and cuddly they are. That isn't going on the list.'
She drew a line through that name too on the pad.
'Fine. And what makes you think it's a boy anyway.'
He puffed out his chest a little, something she wasn't going to complain about. It was a beautiful chest. He drew his hand to her stomach and rubbed it slightly causing the edges of his mouth to turn upwards.
'Salvatores always produce sons first. Case in point,' he said pointing with his other hand to himself over his head, 'Besides, I'm sure I saw his thingy on the ultrasound.'
She swatted away his hand from her belly, annoyed at him ruining their moment.
'Don't be ridiculous. So now you're a medically trained gynaecologist? I must add that to my other list of things you are, I'll fit it in below con-artist and ass.'
He was full on grinning now.
'I have had a lot of practice in that area I'll have you know.'
She rolled her eyes effortlessly having perfect the art a long time ago when it came to Damon.
'Don't remind me. Ok, if you're so convinced I'm having a boy, what name would you suggest?'
He thought for a moment before responding.
'Ok, I think we should name him…Leo? It's a good strong Italian name.'
'Hmm…I like it. The heart of a Lion.'
She giggled lightly but stopped when she saw his straight face, knowing he was serious.
'It was my great-grandfather's name. He was the one who brought our family over from Italy in the late 1700s,' it was clear that he had a memory of his great-grandfather by the way he beamed talking about him, 'Well his name was actually Leonardo, but being parents I'm sure we'll scar our child enough throughout his life without giving him the full name.'
She had had her doubts about whether this was going to work between them, whether Damon was committed enough for a family but maybe she was wrong.
'Ok, that's a start I guess' she said, noting it down on her pad.
This seemed to delight Damon.
'Great, now maybe we can get some sleep,' he all but shouted, as he pulled the covers up over him, turning towards her leaving a kiss on her forehead before settling down on the mattress. His eyes were closed within seconds.
Great.
'But I'm not tired,' she moaned and thought for a moment, 'maybe you could help tire me out?'
She had her hands under the cover and on the waist band of his boxers before he knew what was happening. But with one quick flick of his wrist he had her pinned to the bed.
'Oh no no no Elena, you tried that one on me last night.' He stared at her intently before letting her go and going back into his sleeping position. With his eyes closed he added, 'it didn't work then and it isn't going to work now.'
He could tell without looking that she was pouting at him.
'Why not?'
Her frustrated wail proved too much for him to ignore.
'Because it's…well it's gross.'
'Gee thanks.'
Now he was frustrated, and not in a good way.
'I didn't mean it like that,' he grumbled turning towards her before pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, 'I grew up in a different time Elena, when women were respected when carrying a child, it would be wrong of me to take advantage of your…' he thought of a polite way to put it, '…spiraling hormones.'
She didn't buy it though.
'You didn't respect me that much when you knocked me up in the first place.'
She had a point.
'I am but a feeble man; you threw yourself at me, what's a guy to do?'
With a shrug of his shoulders she decided to resort to begging tactics.
'Please Damon, don't be cruel,' she struggled to turn on her side in a seductive manner, bump getting in the way as usual but she was determined, 'You can't resist. Come on, I'm throwing myself at you now.'
He looked concerned and uncomfortable as the weight shifted in their bed.
'That's kinda what I'm worried about. My vamp sex could send you into early labour.'
She leaned over him and he reluctantly put his arm underneath her neck and shoulders to appease her as she tried to get in a comfy position. She had her right arm over his stomach trailing her fingers in a circle doing her best to tempt him.
'Oh come on Damon, you're good,' she whispered in his ear, 'but you're not that good.'
'I beg…' he growled, '…to differ.'
And that was all it took to get him to concede, swiftly pinning her down on the bed before having his wicked way with her.
As she rolled away from him in sweat filled haze she sighed, finally satisfied and tired out.
'Told you that you couldn't resist. You could never back down from a challenge Damon.'
The realization dawned on him that he had just been played.
'Did you…did you just…? You did that on purpose! You conniving little minx.'
He would have felt stripped of his virtue, if he'd had any to begin with. And as for Elena, she lost hers about the same time she first gave in to the man lying beside her.
'Yup, you underestimate me Salvatore.'
This was just ridiculous.
'I don't believe it.'
She smirked at him as she pulled the covers over herself and turned her back to him. Closing her eyes she couldn't help but fire a parting shot at him.
'Remember Damon, you said it yourself. I ask, you come…' turning back towards him she gave his shoulder a swift kiss, '…You're easy like that. Night Damon.'
As she settled into the crook of his arm he didn't know what to think. He had actually met his match.
'What the hell have I gotten myself into?' he murmured before turning out the light, missing the devilish smirk that crept onto his wife's face knowing that she was firmly in control.
Elena 1 – Damon 0.
So what did you think? Completely ridiculous? I know, but I had fun writing it and if you had fun reading it, please review! If you didn't have fun please still hit that review button, I can take it! Ave x