Two years later...

Damon drags his lips down the valley between her perfect round breasts, he has a momentary lapse at how gorgeous she is. Elena moans in frustration at the loss of contact, and when he rocks back on his knees to a sitting position and runs his hand through his hair, he knows he needs to get back in control.

Her skin is warm and soft, and smells like vanilla and jasmine. A light sheen of sweat covers her body, and the slight scent of sweat mingling with the creamy scent of flowers is nearly his undoing. As she lay in front of him, propped up on a few pillows with her legs spread, he's certain he's never seen such a fucking beautiful sight.

"Are you okay?" she breathes. Her eyes are as dark as storm clouds, her lips full and slightly bruised from his kisses. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes, and he can see her pulse point pounding through the olive skin of her neck.

Damon kneels again and sweeps his lips across hers. "I just needed a second."

She smiles up at him with a nod.

He's already so hard that it's painful. The fabric of his shorts rubs against the head of his length, making him want to explode already. And Christ, they still have their clothes on.

Elena's low-cut little tank top is the first to go. He sits back up on his knees, straddles her legs and gingerly lifts the hem to reveal her smooth, flat tummy. With shaky hands, he lifts it higher, revealing a little more skin and the rounded swells of the bottom of her breasts. A little bit higher, and it's at her shoulders. She leans forward a little and he tosses it over his shoulder, not caring where it lands. The second she lays back down, his lips are on her skin.

He hears her sigh in ecstasy when he takes her right nipple into his mouth. He suckles it gently, loving the way her body is responding.

"God, Damon," she breathes, pushing her chest out and forcing her nipple deeper into his mouth. He groans, and the vibrations send shockwaves through her body. She trembles beneath him as he continues to lave it with his tongue. He feels her hands trail up his bare back and weave into his hair as she holds him to her breast. He switches sides to torment her other nipple as she gasps and writhes beneath him.

Seconds later she cries out that she's close. Her eyelids flutter shut, her head presses back against the pillows, and a deep rosy hue colors her cheeks. He replaces his mouth with his fingers and watches as she comes apart. And he's only getting started.

With Elena's hands still entwined in his hair, he presses an open-mouthed kiss just below her navel and uses his tongue to trace her scar. She moans loudly, arches her back, and tightens the grip she has on his hair. Slithering down her body, he tucks his fingers into her waistband and slowly begins to pull them down. He's gifted with more smooth skin and her swollen center, glistening with wetness. When Elena lifts her hips, he eases the shorts down her legs and whisks them off, letting them fly somewhere behind him.

"Fuck," he grits out. "You're so beautiful."

Unable to wait another second, he runs his nose along the inside of her thigh and drops open-mouthed kisses against the juncture where her leg meets her body.

"Please," she whimpers. Her hands leave his hair and spread out to either side of her, moving to grip the sheets. He glances up to see that she's watching him intently, her bottom lip sucked up into her mouth.

"Tell me what you want," Damon murmurs against the skin of her lower belly. "Do you want my fingers? Do you want my tongue on you?" he nips a little skin from her lower belly and hears a groan in response.

A strangled cry erupts from her throat, "All of it. I want it all." Elena fists the sheets so tightly her knuckles turn white. He's so damn hard, her words alone nearly tip him over the edge. Lowering his head, he begins to lave her throbbing clit as two of his fingers slowly enter her. Her cries of pleasure fill the room. She's hot and tight around them, and her taste is sweet and intoxicating.

Elena arches her back and grinds against his hand, forcing his fingers even deeper. When he suckles on her clit, she pushes against his mouth, holding his face with one hand while the other continues its death grip on the sheets. He flattens his tongue against it and holds her to the mattress with his free arm as he slowly brings her to the edge.

Elena comes hard, screaming his name as he continues to thrust his tongue in and out of her. When she comes down, he moves up and takes her mouth in a scorching kiss. Her chest heaves as she pants beneath him.

As soon as she can see straight, Elena tugs at his shorts, slipping them down his ass and thighs, finally allowing his length to spring free.

"I'm not done with you yet."

"Good but right now I really need you inside of me." Elena shifts against him, allowing him to feel how wet she is.

He groans and captures her lips before sliding his tongue deep into her mouth and kissing her slowly. Damon gently prods her folds with trembling fingers before sliding inside of her, inch by excruciating inch. Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes him all the way.

He groans, long and loud, when he's pressed as deep as he can possibly go. Blasts of heat shoot down his legs as she throbs around him. He buries her face in the crook of her neck and blows out a sigh.

"God, Elena," he groans against the flesh of her throat. "You feel so damn good." Damon brings one of Elena's legs up to hook over his left shoulder while she wraps the other around his waist. She brings his face down to hers and traces her tongue along his bottom lip. He plunges his tongue between her teeth. As hers strokes his, he begins a lazy rhythm as her body grows accustomed to his size.

Her hips meet him thrust for thrust, their tongues still fighting for control of the kiss. Elena claws at his back and whimpers loudly so he picks up speed and begins to pound into her relentlessly. The swirling tension is becoming unbearable in the pit of his belly. He wants to let go so badly that it physically hurts but not before he takes her over the edge once more.

Damon manages to brace himself up on one arm and uses his free hand to gather some wetness. He finds her throbbing center in their tangle of limbs and slides his fingers once, twice, and a third time over it before she arches her back off of the mattress and buries her tongue in his mouth as she comes hard, her body spasming tightly around his length. He lets go, and empties himself into her with a long groan. Sweet relief floods his body. He momentarily blacks out and when he can focus his eyes again, Elena is still moving against him, drawing out the ecstasy.

It's all so surreal. Colors seem brighter, sounds louder as he collapses on top of her. She cradles his head against her chest, stroking his damp hair with her fingers. Their chests heave as they fight for breaths, and while he isn't certain about hers, his feel like they're made of Jell-O instead of muscle and bone.

"Jesus," Elena whispers as she fights to regain control of her body beneath him.

He turns his head to press a kiss to her pulse point and feeling it pounding against his lips. He loves the way her eyes are sparkling and the beautiful flush of her skin.

"Christ." He lays his head back on her chest and she resumes stroking his scalp with her fingernails. "I've never experienced it like that - ever."

Elena sighs contentedly. After a few moments, she nudges him and pulls his head up so she can look into his eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too," he pulls her into the curve of his body, kisses her hair and lets his eyes drop closed...

Feeling a light tickle against her eyelashes, Elena shifts enough to bury her face in the bedding. Next she feels it around the shell of her ear and along the curve of her jaw. Without lifting her head, she swats the air with her arm then snakes it under her pillow, splaying her palm and fingers on the bottom sheet.

Next she feels the whisper light sensation on the soles of her exposed feet and kicks at it, connecting with nothing. Still clinging to the throes of sleep, she rolls over and kicks at the sheet till her feet are covered. Barely a second passes when the sheet is unceremoniously ripped from the bed. Next his warm breath breezes down her neck, making her eyes roll back. When his lips touch the skin at the base of her neck, her breath catches and fire races through her veins. The longer their lips slide together, the more the storm builds inside of her until he abruptly pulls away with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Time to get up, we have to be at the air field in an hour and a half," he scoops her up and carries into the bathroom, gently lowering her into the bathtub full of bubbles.

"You're an ass," she snarks playfully, and splashes him with a handful of water.

"You little minx," he dips his hand into the bubbles and with a wink, drops them on her head.

"If you don't want to be late, you should probably leave because we don't have time for..." she tilts her head at the bulge in his jeans.

Rolling his eyes, he shakes his head and leaves the bathroom to put on a dry shirt.

Elena leans against the back of the tub while using her scrunchie to exfoliate her skin. The last two years with Damon have been exciting and wonderful although not entirely free from drama, they both have occasionally turbulent personalities so they tend to clash at times but they've never gone to bed angry at each other.

Damon's parents visit often. Stefan and Katherine had a whirlwind romance that lasted only as long as the African safari. Today he and Caroline are happily dating. Damon is thrilled that his little brother is finally growing up. And Katherine, Damon met her for coffee about a year after ending their engagement. He wanted to explain to her that he had changed. They parted on what he thought were good terms but she never did return the diamond he gave her. Today she wears a huge emerald engagement ring given to her by a member of Luxembourg's royal family.

A year ago, she and Damon made the decision to move in together. They sold their respective places and after viewing many on the market, they decided on a shore front - four bedroom - log home on Lake Kampeska near the city of Watertown. Choosing to go slow with the decorating, they would visit swap meets, antique and consignment stores for ideas. Now their place isn't merely a house, it's their home. Damon slid a cushion cut yellow diamond on that finger six months ago and much to Caroline's chagrin, they're in no hurry to make it official. They'll know when the time is right and if that means eloping to Las Vegas or having a small affair in their backyard, that's what they'll do.

Damon's job as a professional baseball scout takes him away from her from time to time, often though she travels with him. They go all over the country to watch the sport, she's grown to love the game as much as he does.

A knock on the bathroom door catches her attention just as she's stepping out of the tub.

"You about done?" comes from the other side of it.

"I'm drying off, do you have coffee ready?"

"Ready and waiting in the travel mug, we need to get on the road."

Feeling the butterflies alight in her belly, she sucks in a breath and opens the door. With Damon no longer in the room, she quickly dresses then hurries downstairs to join him.

Looking from the open door of the plane, she begins to experience butterflies in her stomach. They churn and flutter around as if trying to escape some unseen entity. The ground below is simply squares of divided acreage. When the green light begins to flash, for a moment she's frozen in the doorway, letting her mind drift.

Damon's been trying to talk her into skydiving for some time now. So far she's been able to dissuade him, coming up with well composed excuses, the story of a tortoise and how it always begins with a question.

"Do you know why tortoises live for a hundred-plus years?"

"I suppose it's because they have a protective shell," Damon would answer.

"Wrong," she'd retort, "the reason they live so long is because they don't jump out of planes."

Although his infectious laugh would make her smile, he'd say that was the excuse of the century and started to call her tortoise as a nickname.

A few months later, he approached her again and this time he volunteers to take her through the whole skydiving process step by step. Somehow she knows this is important to him, like getting back on a horse and all that.

Finally today's the day. Elena hops into Damon's F-150 and they are off. The next moment, Ric's strapping her up and that's when she realizes this is the real thing. Soon enough though, the nervous feeling starts and she wants to run away but the smile and excitement on Damon's face keeps her feet planted.

Taking her hand in his, they get into the plane with Ric. The engines kicks hard and they're on the runway at 100 miles per hour. The engine becomes even louder and the wind blows through. Damon tells her that they won't jump until they reach an elevation of 10,000 feet. He is excited but she understands why, he has done this before. While she looks at the landscape below, he readies his camera to capture the moment.

At 8,000 feet, the earth looks like green painting. For a moment, Elena forgets their purpose and is content just to enjoy the view.

When they reach the drop point, Damon holds her shoulder and says loud enough for her to hear over the roar of the plane's engines, "Everything will be okay, stay focused and follow my lead. Once we jump, I want you to relax and don't fight the feeling, take a deep breath and wait until I tap your shoulder. Then you will raise your arms in surrender and bend your knees, pulling them up behind you. Got it?"

Elena wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him fiercely then nods, taking his hand for good luck and then they're out. The wind quickly sweeps her up, her heart starts to beat faster, her body shakes, her breath falls short and she can feel her knees trembling. For a moment, she thinks about death and how close Damon came to meeting it.

She twists in the wind and it feels like her heart is beating its way out of her body. The cruel force of gravity is its taking toll and she's tumbling through the sky at 100 plus miles per hour. Suddenly she realizes that Damon is tapping her shoulder, summoning her to raise her hands. Grateful for his presence, Elena lifts them and Damon links them with his.

Now they move in circles float just like they do in the movies. Elena's never felt so much exhilaration in her life... well except when Damon's inside of her.

By now the ground is still far away but she can see houses resembling small dots. Damon starts shouting, "This is great."

Elena gives him a beaming smile in return.

"When you feel me squeeze your hand, activate your chute then you'll take control to ensure a safe landing."

30 seconds give or take pass and then she pulls the ripcord, activating her chute and causing the tumbling to stop. They float weightlessly as they waft down then suddenly, they hit the ground. When Elena gets to her feet and releases her chute, she runs to Damon and jumps into his arms.

"See, it wasn't so bad," he swings her around.

"Not bad at all," the words trail at the seriousness that seems to engulf his features.

"What is it?"

"It may seem a little strange but I feel like it's always been you, even when you were just an idea," he says quietly, his eyes bright in the summer afternoon.

"That's a lot to live up to," she whispers, brushing a loose strand of hair off his forehead.

"I don't say it to scare you."

"It doesn't scare me."

"It..." He glances briefly at her mouth, his fingers gently gripping her hips, "Feels like I belong to you, like we were destined to be together. Crazy huh?"

"No," she shakes her head back and forth.

"No?" His eyes search hers, and he's asking something else, something he already knows the answer to.

"It's not crazy at all," she breathes.

When he kisses her, she knows she belongs to him too.

The End.

We've come to an end of yet another Damon and Elena story. Thank you all for embarking on this journey with them and us. We really don't have the words to thank you enough for the reviews, favorites, follows, friendships and acquaintances we've made through this amazing couple.

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Chapter title: 'Top of the World' by The Carpenters.

I did post the "The Pirate's Bride" last week. I was inspired by the old pirate movies from Hollywood's Golden Age and POTC.

We'll see you next on Halloween with "The Devil and Miss Gilbert". Have a wonderful day and thank you again from the bottom of our DE loving hearts.