And I'm back again!This chapter is based on Jas' (eienarya on twitter) headcanon. Jas, I hope it lives up to your expectations.

Thanks to Kelly (faith2727) for beta reading it on such a short notice. Ya'll are getting it so soon because she's really quick and a pro with these things. Check out her stories and thank me later .

This chapter is rated M, for obvious reasons *winks*

Happy reading :)

"Damon, I'm so sorry, but I really don't think I can make it."

"But I asked you this morning, Elena. And you said your shift will be over by 7. I've started the anniversary dinner, and your cake is in the oven. Can't you manage to get out of there a bit earlier?"

"Even if I could, I won't be able to. You know about this patient of mine. I can't leave her under anyone else's care."

"But Elena-"

"Please, Damon. Don't make this difficult for me. You know I'd have made it." Elena sighed, slowly sliding against the wall in the changing room. "Don't wait up for me. Cut the cake with Jenna on my behalf. I'll eat what you've cooked when I come back, okay?" she added in a soothing voice.

"Yeah, sure. Love you," Damon said, his tone clearly full of disappointment.

"Damon, please try t—"

"I do understand, Elena. Don't worry, we're good."

Elena smiled, feeling a bit relieved now. "Okay, love you too. Bye." She hung up and went to change quickly, determined to be done with her work with a renewed energy in order to go back to her husband as soon as she could manage. At least before midnight, she thought.

"Jenna, dinner is ready. Your playtime can resume later," Damon called, but there was no response. After setting the table, he went to check on her. On his way, he peeked inside the nursery to see the newest addition in their family sleeping soundly. He couldn't leave before touching him, so he went in and kissed the top of his head. He looked in wonder at their little miracle once more before leaving him to see his other wonder. When he reached Jenna's room, he found her huddled in a corner near the bed.

"Baby girl, why aren't you coming out?" he asked while approaching her. She looked up and the sight that greeted him brought a huge smile to his face. His little wonder's face was a tiny canvas in itself, with different colored streaks running across it.

"Were you painting your face?" She giggled when he sat down and took her in his arms, tickling her a bit. "Look at you, all colorful and pretty." He tapped her nose playfully. Before he could enquire more, the drawing sheet in her hand caught his attention.

"I made you and Mom a gift. See?" He was awestruck. She had drawn a man with inky black hair and ocean blue eyes, who had his arm around a brunette. She was stroking a little girl's hair, which Damon presumed was Jenna's depiction of her own. In her other hand, she had a baby bundled up. The way she had paid attention to all the details made him all the more proud of her.

"Jenna, this is perfect. It's the best gift anyone has ever given me," he beamed.

"You like it, Daddy?" She was still feeling so shy and unsure about her gift that it was adorable. Damon placed a kiss on her hair and answered, "I love it, princess. You've done a great job. I'm sure your mom is gonna burst into tears when you show it to her."

She placed her delicate arms around his neck and hugged him, silently thanking him for the compliment. He softly patted her back. Moments like these made him realize how lucky he was. The two wonderful girls in his life made it beautiful, and the birth of their son was like a cherry on top. Every day he woke up and thanked his stars when he saw them both in the kitchen making breakfast, or on the porch braiding each other's hair. It was everything a person could desire and more. He wasn't worried about being undeserving of this life now, not at all. Being with Elena made him realize that he was meant to be with his family. He deserved every bit of his happy ending.

"I'm hungry, Daddy. Let's eat," Jenna spoke, drawing his attention once more. He picked her up, and after making sure there was no trace of colors on his face, he set her down on her chair.

They ate quietly with Jenna occasionally commenting about her father's amazing cooking skills. After they were done, he cut the cake with her and fed her a considerable portion of it. She was glad her mother wasn't home to see her father spoiling her with a sugary treat.

"Jenna, how do you feel about spending the night at Josie and Lizzie's?" Damon asked in between feeding her a spoonful, an evil glint in his eyes. Jenna immediately showed her approval by nodding wildly. "Wait up, let me inform Aunt Caroline that we are coming over to drop you off." He disappeared to get his phone, his plan already set in motion.

Elena dropped her lab coat on the visitor's chair and braced a hand against the wall nearby, rubbing her forehead with the other. She was glad that her patient, little Charlotte, was fine now, but it took a toll on her. She looked at the almost-empty corridor of the hospital, bare except for a few nurses and families. How she longed to be with her family on a special day like her anniversary.

"Dr. Salvatore, Charlotte is awake," the on-duty nurse let her know, and she rushed to check on her. After ensuring everything was alright and Charlotte would be okay with the nurses, she decided to finish her remaining duties and leave for home as soon as she could.

As she was walking towards reception to get some patient files, she felt a presence behind her. Before she could turn around, the person in question took hold of her waist, put the other hand over her mouth, and dragged her to the supply closet nearby.

She was about to defend herself when she recognized the touch. His touch. She might have been startled at first, but once the initial shock wore off, she knew it was him. Her husband.

His hand left her mouth, but the other one tightened around her middle, bringing her nearer to him. Her back was pressed against his solid chest, and she sighed at the feeling of being in his proximity.

"What are you doing here, Damon?" she breathed, clearly affected by Damon's breath on her neck.

"I figured if I couldn't tempt you with my awesomely cooked dinner, I'd change my tactics and tempt you with something more… delicious," he replied, enjoying his wife's uneven breathing.

"Mm-hmm, and what would that be?" She was hanging by a thread now, and Damon hadn't even touched her yet.

"This." He turned her around and pointed towards the Tupperware in his hand. "Cake. I wouldn't let you miss it." Elena was pulled out of her daze by Damon's smirking face. Annoyed by him, she lightly pushed him away.

"What did you expect? You got your gift already, the only thing left was cake." He wiggled his eyebrows for good measure, letting her know how much he was enjoying tormenting her.

"You're an ass!" she exclaimed, turning back towards the door halfheartedly, but Damon immediately pulled her back.

"I thought that was known by now," he mocked her. Before she could retort, he quickly pulled her in for a kiss. She forgot everything, relishing in the feel of his lips against hers. When she touched them with her tongue, he instantly gave her access to his mouth. They kissed lazily, exploring each other's mouths without hurrying to escalate things.

"Mmm, I like this."

"What? Us kissing like it's the first time?"

"Nah. That too. But the fact that you came down here with cake. The way you try to keep the spark in our marriage alight? Amazing."

"Who said I only came with the cake?" he smirked. When Elena raised an eyebrow questioningly, he looked down at the raging erection he was sporting.

"God, I can't believe I married you. Crude!" She tried to look offended, but failed miserably. In reality, she was counting down the seconds till she got to go home and make love to him.

Happily for her, he came with a mission: to relieve her of her agony.

"Yep, because you were too addicted to my body to let it go," he answered, feeling all hot and bothered himself now.

Elena inched closer with pure seduction in her eyes. "True," she purred, "and my addiction needs its fix. Now!"

"The wife gets what the wife wants," he murmured before lifting Elena up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He went straight for her neck. After so many years together, he knew her trigger points too well. His ministrations gave him the deserved result when she started rubbing her hot core against his groin.

"Baby, if you want me to last till I get to be inside you, you gotta slow down," he panted, not able to control himself any longer. "Damn it, Elena. I said hold—" He couldn't finish what he was saying as Elena attacked his mouth, kissing him with fervor. That, combined with the way she was gyrating her hips, was driving him insane.

He decided to take matters into his own hands and dropped her on her feet. Elena stumbled, which gave him the perfect opportunity to push her against the closet wall and go down on his knees. Before she could comprehend what was happening, he had pulled her pants and panties down and attached his mouth to her wet center.

"Damon, God!" She almost screamed, forgetting that they were in fact in a hospital's supply closet. But she was beyond caring; he had awakened such a hunger inside her, which wasn't easily satiable. Anyone could've walked in on them and she wouldn't have given a damn.

"Yes, please! Right there, yeah." He was lapping her pussy greedily, like a kid with his favorite candy. His hand slowly inched up, unbuttoning her shirt on its way. When he got access to her breasts, he wasted no time in cupping them roughly. Elena growled; she was feeling him everywhere at once. The moment he pushed her bra aside and started toying with a nipple, she lost it. Waves of pleasure hit her, hard, and she took a hold of his hair to stay grounded. She literally felt like she was flying.

"Please, Damon." She was begging to be released from this torment, which Damon understood perfectly.

"I got you, Lena," he said against her skin before he started sucking on her clit rapidly and rolling her pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger. When Elena looked down, her eyes found his lust-filled ones, his lips suckling her while his other hand was stroking himself through his jeans. It was enough to push her over the edge. She trembled with the power of her orgasm. If it wasn't for Damon's hand holding her, she would've crumpled into a pile on the floor.

"Oh my God, that was incredible," Elena panted, pulling him up by his collar.

"'Damon' is fine, but if you like 'God' more, I'm cool with that too," he said proudly before kissing her. Her taste on his tongue mixed with his own unique taste made her horny again in a matter of seconds. Her hands automatically went to his belt and it was undone the next moment. She didn't waste her time pulling his jeans down and went straight to her destination.

"Elena," he hissed, "you feel so good."

Motivated by his response, she increased her speed and worked him into a frenzy. When she was sure he was about to go over the edge, she stopped suddenly.

"What the—" He was about to protest when he saw her pulling his jeans down, enough to get what she wanted. She stroked him a few times for good measure before slowly guiding him towards her waiting core. After rubbing her wetness all over him, she raised herself a bit and sank down on him.

"Ugh!" he groaned at her tightness, amazed at the fact that even after having two kids, she fit him so snugly. He pressed her against the wall and, cupping her ass, he slowly started pushing into her with lazy strokes.

"More, Damon. I-I need more." Her voice was faltering, a signal for Damon that she was getting ready to let go soon. He complied and started thrusting into her wildly. Elena was full on screaming now.

"Shh." He put his hand over her mouth. "You wouldn't want your colleagues listening to you scream while you come, now would you?" he said in between thrusts. Elena was shaking her head, pulling her hair and holding on to Damon for dear life. When he was sure she'd be quieter, he removed his hand, but instead of pulling it away, he dragged it down and started playing with her bundle of nerves, which was her undoing. She came again, this time with more force, and clenched around Damon tightly. He couldn't hold off and let her pull him into the depths of pleasure with her. He kept pushing into her until his legs gave out and they both sank into a heap of sweaty bodies on the small floor.

"Mr. Salvatore." Elena was breathing harshly, as if she just ran a marathon. "I think you're getting older," she teased him, pointing to their current position.

"Mrs. Salvatore, if I was old, you'd have been lying here all hot and bothered and unsatisfied," he threw back.

She punched his chest lightly. "I wish we could have sex once without you boasting about your abilities in the sack," she wondered loudly, giving him the side eye.

"Well, going by the way you're all wobbly after we have sex, I'd say I've a right to boast," he answered back with a kiss. When they parted, he rested his forehead against hers.

"Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Salvatore."

"To you too, Mr. Salvatore."

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