Hello, all!

Another snippet from the future. There's an additional lemon at the end, read at your own risk! You can skip it if need be, it has no real relevance to the main plot.

Would you like more lemons in the future? Or should I just scrap that idea?

Love,

InsomniousInk

Xo

He sat on the lip of a wooden bridge, his feet submerged below the lake water's surface.

They had spent the past year travelling, heating and chilling themselves under different temperatures, making love below stars that were either curled in an array of northern lights, or hidden until the sun had finally retired from its duty.

He had loved her, in his Italian hometown, in the backseat of his Camaro in New York City, beside the shore in Melbourne, under the side-walk frying heat in Mexico. He had her, in ways that were both beautiful and frightening, in arms that were sunburnt or strong, or without a jacket because she was too cold, or naked as they were embracing each other in a heap of sweat.

It was something he had never experienced before, and if you were to tell him in the beginning, when they began to build their foundation on a rock bottom pit, that his hands (slightly more calloused, slightly more human) would be holding the cheeks of her, of Elena Gilbert, in a shadow of affection… he would have laughed a dark, masochistic laugh and turned his cheek.

Damon Salvatore was made for nobody but the night, but oh, how that sun had crept in…

His back—now freckled following the aftermath of being burnt—was bare, his shirt somewhere indoors, his arms flexed as that bottle of beer went from floor to mouth, to floor to mouth again. Somewhere, in the run of all of this, he had turned into Matt Donovan.

The thought made Damon wrinkle his nose in disgust, though he calmed himself with the reminder that not everyone could come nose-close with the devil and end up in the good book.

Damon took another swig of beer.

She was somewhere inside, making burgers from a family recipe that he'd probably tried decades ago and didn't have the heart to tell her otherwise. The Gilbert's weren't that hot on their food, from what he could remember. His steel Italian stomach had served him right, even after all of these years.

He could hear the radio come from the cabin, and her sweet, soft voice as it sang to the chorus of something in the charts. It was enough to pull him from the lake, walking down that little wooden platform and passed the porch.

There she was, in the kitchen as guessed.

He set his empty bottle on the side and watched her for a moment, her hair (having grown in the past year) touching the bottom of her back, her bare legs awkwardly twisting as she stood upon her tiptoes, trying to grab a bowl from the top shelf in a dusty cupboard.

"Let me." He said against her ear, and pressed his muscled front against her. Elena flushed that scarlet again, the one he loved, though wasn't shy enough this time to keep her hands to herself. She wrapped an arm around his lower back and pressed her lips to his neck.

"Where have you been?"

He grunted as he set the bowl down, towering over her height and staring into her eyes. "I've been comparing myself to Matt Donovan by the water, a conclusion I don't think I ever wanted to find myself coming to."

She smiled, something innocent and secretive. It beckoned to his dark parts, and he leant in closer to smell the sweetness in her breath as she said, "I don't think Matt Donovan could do half the things you can do… especially where you…"

Her voice drifted as it neared his ear, and there she whispered sweet nothings, his muscles aching at the things she said, the things she almost mewled… a kittenish purr to her tone. Damon sighed, and hooked his arms beneath her thighs, hoisting her up there and catching her off guard.

"But dinner—" She protested. Dumbfounded.

"Screw dinner for now." He said, and carted her off to the couch, the bed too far away.

Elena pulled the strap of her dress up a moment later, and gave him a look. Her naked, flushed husband… her Damon, with his arm tucked beneath his head, and the blanket covering just beneath his midriff.

His mouth twitched on one side, and there, he swallowed her into the drain of his gaze.

"You're so beautiful." He said, and reached up to brush the hair that was now messed, from her eyes.

It hurt her lower stomach, the butterflies always being more like flesh-eating piranhas when it came to him. Her nerves just couldn't handle it. She laughed, and shook her head, turning away out of almost embarrassment…

"They're going to be here any minute."

"I don't care. Kiss me."

She did, and his tongue edged enough into her mouth to dissolve any worry from her brain. Elena turned again, and sat her rear onto his clammy thighs, the end of her dress lifting just a little too high, though not high enough for his hands. Damon cupped her there, and she mewled into his open mouth, their intentions for a moment consisting of anything but moving.

The sweet smell of her perfume intoxicated him, and his hands were dipping from her rear and somewhere far different, far too sensitive after all of that beating it had just endured…

Sinful words were on her tongue, and they were just about to escape when the oven brought them back to reality, a light ding! that sounded the onions and peppers.

"Later." She said, and caught her breath as she slipped from him. Her body was licked in great flames of fire, and a redness was on her chest and cheeks again. She stuffed one of her hands inside an old pair of oven-mitts and cranked down the lid of the oven, the cabin full of sweet smells and stomach aching cravings… desires aside.

She set the tray on the worktop, and went to grab that bowl Damon had previously helped get down. In it, she placed the still hot onions and peppers, and marinated them in a mixture of butter, cayenne and garlic. They would wait there until the cheese needed melting and burgers needed constructing.

"What is Caroline bringing?" Elena asked, and turned to find Damon standing with that same blanket around his waist, his hair askew. Boyish, was the word she had now used to describe him. Boyish and everything she wanted.

He raised an eyebrow. "Aside from the terror that is those two kids?"

Elena stifled the smile that threatened to show. "Lizzie and Josie are adorable. I meant food wise?"

"Potato salad and chilli. I'm only aware because Ric told me eight times that those little brats are on some new health regime, and that everything in it is vegan based and organic."

"… Great."

"Don't worry, kid." He said, and lobbed an arm around her waist. His tone was mocking, though something in it made her stomach ache again. "When we get you pupped and start spreading the Salvatore name like wildfire, I'll ply the little munchkins with everything GMO."

"No, you won't." She insisted, and his grin only broadened. Her cupped her rear once more and then disappeared out back. Getting decent, she presumed.

The party began a little later, when the water was still and the sky was transitioning to a peaceful orange, sunset arriving just as Damon had finished putting up the last of the lights. They circled around the barbeque, and beneath the lip of the lid, things were frying and sweltering above hot, black coals.

Bonnie was the first to turn up, her arm supporting a large fruit salad, and her skin a clear, rich bronze—the Caribbean having done her well. She hugged Elena first, and then squeezed her way past the table to get at Damon.

He hooked one forearm around her waist and pressed her to him.

"How's life treating you, Bennett?"

"Kindly." She grinned, and pulled back to note the setting. "You do all this?"

"I get around." He mocked, and averted to see a car coming up the drive. It was Donovan and his new girlfriend, Marissa. Caroline was behind them.

They embraced and exchanged bowls, Elena doing her best to place the hostest and ply everyone with drinks.

"Not for me." Caroline said, and the girls ran forward to get at the open grass near the lake. They were carrying bags full of toys, no doubt. "I'm driving… Hey! Not too close to that water. Your dad will have a fit."

"No, I won't. They can breathe under water with the right amount of training—Ah, Elena. Looking as youthful as ever."

Ric embraced her, both shoulder and back, and gave her one of those fatherly smiles.

She canted her head, taking in his warmth. "Should I look old?"

"Not at all. Though believe me when I say, a few years of mimosas and the sun, and you'll start to raisin up fast."

"That's my girl you're talking about, man." Damon mocked.

"Shut up and get us a drink." Ric replied, and they went off to find something stronger than a beer.

Matt came a moment later, and Elena was glad Damon had gone inside. He had been inwardly fighting a quarter-life crisis… involving the sheriff in town no doubt. Something about the simple life, about the human process and ageing and boredom. It strung on him like a bad chord and seeing him would drag up some mental issues, she could only guess.

Marissa was a fair-haired girl with a nice smile and sad eyes, she had brought garlic bread and a little shyness, and mainly sat with him the further the night continued.

Damon and Elena discussed their six-month induced vacation, and Caroline went into detail about how great the boarding school was going. Bonnie had lavishly spent her casino winnings in Vegas on a place in Paris, and undertook a few classes there… to do with expression, Damon noticed, with heavy brows. Marissa sat mildly confused, though somewhat aware that human life wasn't all that resided here. Matt had gotten a bench…

They all went silent, and looked to him with raised brows.

"Okay, I'm not opening fancy schools and throwing money into the sea by travelling, but I'm building a name for myself, alright?"

"Always did like the sheriffs in this town." Damon said, and raised his glass of bourbon. Alaric followed, and Elena watched as Caroline lifted her apple juice and sipped. They laughed in union, and Elena touched her stomach absentmindedly…

Additional piece: WARNING—MATURE CONTENT.

Her hands were submerged beneath the water, and soap suds ran up either arm. Tonight had been nice… had been festive, and fun, and full of the family she had missed during her six months away. She looked out into the night, and could see the moon reflecting off of the water, a light blow in the trees and a rumble of nightly breath down the fireplace pulled her from her reverie.

She set a plate aside, and felt a pair of hands run up her hips, lifting her dress with it.

"Hey stranger."

Elena felt her cheeks blossom a pink, the inner need in her causing her to push out her rear. It grazed something hard, and she softened under the feel of it.

"Hi." She said, rather shyly, as she always was in the beginning of their antics.

Damon lifted her dress further, it floral texture—thin enough to see the curve of her body through—going up, revealing her bare, tan rear beneath. The sight of her, so perky and pert, caused him to groan, and instantly the mood took a different turn… a more serious, heavier turn.

He pushed her against the sink, and she went until her lower arms were submerged in the soapy water, obeying with a part to her thighs. He liked that, that little spread of eagerness as she readied herself for the largeness of him. He could bet she was already wet… in fact, he could smell it as he began to disrupt the neatly compact state of her pussy, rubbing until she covered him in a wet slick of her scent.

Elena bent at the knees, and rocked and against his open palm.

Now he was ready to pull down his jeans, though his cock pushed out the moment his zipper was undone, and he couldn't wait to struggle the rest of himself free. He pressed his 'her' covered hand against her ass cheek, and spread them apart, pushing in without guidance, without a warning.

The first feel of it caused her to gasp, as she always did, and it took a good few thrusts before she adjusted to the thickness of him.

Elena's arms came from the water, and she pressed the heel of her palms against the side, gripping there with the droplets soaking her front as he pounded her from behind. Quick, fast thrusts that went all the way in, pressing against her buttocks and making them ripple with every bounce.

Damon filled her with every inch of him. And she loved it, with a craving inside that made her almost want to open her mouth and pant like an animal that survived solely on the feeling of this. A cry came off of her tongue, and she squeezed her eyes shut as the ache only grew within her lower belly.

His sack was getting hard now, and he was pounding quicker. Fucking her, he thought, and it only furthered his want to have her ruin herself on him. Today had been the third time, and he wasn't nearly satisfied enough.

Her breasts came free from that dress, and they revealed the true impact of his thrusts as they hardened, and swung, sore from his earlier tampering. He watched them in the view of the window, and married that with her parted lips and desperate, kittenish cries. Minutes of slapping passed, and their quickie wouldn't take long.

She came, and it happened so quickly, so suddenly, that she leaked all the way down her thighs and quivered as he continued to pound away—fucking her—his release not far now. The juices of her now only made it slicker, and he felt the muscles of her walls continue to flatter as she wept and moaned, and took him with gratitude.

He looked up out of the window, and saw the clammy reflection of their fuck against the glass, beyond it, Bonnie and Caroline enjoying their food at the table, and Alaric and Matt discussing further tactics. They hadn't been able to help themselves, they hadn't been able to wait until everyone left. Elena bounced with her own desire now, and he came in that moment, spurting a thick load inside of her with a blanket of ecstasy on his face.

They continued a moment more, jolting backwards and forward in an array of slaps until the muscles had stopped quivering, and their panting had paused. The back door went, and Marissa stepped inside to use the bathroom. Elena yanked down her dress and Damon turned to the fridge, a drizzle of Elena's cum slipping off the end of his cock and onto the floor.

"Hi." Marissa said, oblivious to what had been going on. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Just out back." Elena smiled, peaches and cream.

Marissa walked passed Damon without seeing a thing, and then he cleaned himself with a tissue and went back out to enjoy the party. They would go again later.