N: As you can see, you convinced me to write the epilogue for this story, so here it is. This will certainly be the last one and I am hoping for one last review from you if you liked this story.

On a sadder note, whoever took this story and translated in French to post on another site, I am sorry dear, but I am best friends with an actual member of the moderator team and she took off your story and closed your account. I do speak French, it is my second language so I immediacy recognized it.

If anyone wishes to translate my work in any language, I wish to be announced please; it is common sense people!

As always a HUGE thank you to my amazing beta Valerie (2serendipity)!

Now and forever

Elena sat at the bar, sipping her virgin Cosmo from time to time. She checked the clock above the mirror on the other side of the counter. It was ten thirty. She pulled her phone out of her purse and unlocked it, for what must be the tenth time, just to see if she had any messages or missed calls. Of course there were none.

"Hey beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" a man asked from behind her. She smiled and turned to look at him. His eyes hungrily travelled all over her body. She was wearing a silky, blue dress that enveloped her like a second skin, showing off her full breasts. The man's eyes predictably lingered on her cleavage for a few moments. The dress's skirt had a small cut that showed her smooth leg.

"I'm good, thanks," she said, raising her glass.

"Would you at least give me the pleasure of a dance?" he insisted.

"I shouldn't," she said, raising her hand that revealed a beautiful set of wedding rings.

"Well, where's your husband then?"

"He…is a very busy man…" she said shyly.

"I can't see how anything could be more important than you. He should be right here, adoring his beautiful wife…"

"Ok, just one dance then," Elena finally agreed and he smirked. He took her delicate hand into his and guided her towards the dance-floor; after a wave of his hand, the Dj started playing the song 'Now & Forever' by Richard Marx.

"Happy anniversary, my dear wife," Damon purred into her ear as he pulled her close. His hand found its nest in the small of her back while his other one was holding hers, slowly caressing her flesh with his thumb.

"I thought we weren't going to do this until after we got to the hotel," she said, pouting. They were supposed to recreate a first meeting that would turn into a one-night stand before going back to being husband and wife.

"I couldn't bear to see you suffer because your horrible husband doesn't have time for you," he explained and she smiled.

"Just so you know, my husband always has time for me. He looks after me, cares for me and spoils me. My husband is the light of my day, my knight in shining armor, my blue-eyed angel…he... he is everything to me."

"And you are everything to him," he replied, before leaning in and kissing her slowly. It was truly amazing that after all this time he could still make her weak in the knees with a kiss and her body still trembled with desire for him. She wanted him with the same hunger and intensity as three and a half years ago.

"Elena," he whispered between kisses.

"Hmmm?"

"The song ended five minutes ago and we're practically making out on the dance-floor. Wanna go somewhere else?"

"Yes," she answered simply. Her cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink and he smiled at her. He loved seeing her blush.

***we pay the price***

Two hours later they arrived at the hotel. As soon as they walked inside the room, Damon twirled her around and pressed her against the door, crushing her tiny frame with his strong body. Elena let out a gasp, but immediately responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling her fingers in his raven hair.

His lips captured hers in a passionate kiss that took her breath away. Undisturbed by her moans and pleas, he continued his path down her throat, stopping to nuzzle at her pulse point and enjoying her unique scent.

"I love the way you smell…I've always loved the way you smell…" he mumbled against her flesh, his lips brushing her skin and making her insides tingle. "You didn't look at me twice that night… and it drove me crazy. I couldn't get you out of my head."

"Well…" Elena started, trying to catch her breath enough to speak. "…If it's any consolation, I was attracted to you from the first moment I saw you."

"You had a weird way of showing it then!"

"I was fighting it…."

"Figures. Enough talking, it's been forever since I heard you scream for me," he said, lightly biting her shoulder and Elena let out a soft cry. "My wife," he purred.

"Now and forever," she replied, kissing him with everything she had to prove him just how much she meant the words.

Damon picked her up, placing both of her legs around his waist. He carefully placed her on the mattress and rolled up the skirt of her dress while kissing every inch of skin he revealed. When he got to her hips, she held her breath. He took off her lacy thong along with her heels and didn't lose any more time before starting a tease dance around her clit, making her moan.

"You can scream, baby, no one will hear you, since I've rented the rooms around us as well…"

"What?" she asked once she had time to process his words.

"Well, I know you're a screamer and you know how much I adore to hear you shout my name and moan and cry in agony, so, to make sure you won't hold back, I've rented the rooms surrounding this one."

"You're crazy," Elena mumbled.

"If by crazy, you mean madly in love with my wife, then yes, I guess I am," Damon said, smiling. He used to hate admitting his feelings – any kind of feelings – but since the first time he's told Elena he loved her, he kept having this need to explain to her just how much, hoping that one day, she wouldn't decide that she wasn't loved enough.

"I love you, you crazy, impulsive, cocky and incredibly protective husband of mine," she said, pulling him up to kiss him again. She swore she could spend actual years kissing this man and it wouldn't be enough. If only she wouldn't need to breathe so that she wouldn't have to ever pull away from him.

Damon got up, pulling Elena with him. He turned her around and her back hit his chest; slipping his hand between their bodies, he pulled down the long zipper of her dress and let it fall at her feet. Her full breasts were already half way out of the half- cup bra and Damon's eyes opened wider. They were so full…they looked fuller than usual. He didn't know how it was possible and truthfully, he didn't care much.

He curled his hands around her, caressing her abdomen – that was smooth and flat from the endless hours she spent in the gym. He let his palms slide higher and cupped her breasts, pushing them together, enjoying the way they almost came out of their shell. In one easy move, he unclipped her bra, and it followed her dress down to the floor. She let out a loud moan once his hands closed over her bare breasts.

After teasing her erect nipples enough to make Elena's head spin, he placed her back on the mattress and found his way back between her legs. His tongue started an up and down movement and Elena took a firm hold of the sheets. When the tip of his tongue slipped inside her folds, she cried out his name and he purred, satisfied.

"Damon…please, my love, I need you," she pleaded and Damon smirked. As soon as he pulled back from between her legs, she grabbed his tie and pulled him over to her. Immediately her eager hands started unbuttoning his shirt. The last two or three buttons were too stubborn and Elena just ripped them off.

"Hey!" Damon protested.

"I'll buy you a new one… I promise. I just want to touch you," she murmured, knowing that the pride of having her so hungry for him would override the damage to a piece of clothing. She pushed the shirt over his –so perfect – shoulders and moaned in approval. She was moving her hands up and down his torso, his arms, his chest and abs, amazed by how perfect he was. Every single time she got him naked, his body looked and felt even more perfect than before.

"Sometimes I think you married me for my body," Damon protested and she smirked.

"Your body did play a big part in that decision, yes," she admitted, blushing slightly.

God, he just loved seeing her blush; she looked beyond adorable.

In the blink of an eye, his pants were sliding down his legs and he raised an eyebrow at her. Elena shrugged, unimpressed by his stare. She knew what she wanted; she wanted Damon, now.

Damon let the tip of his dick slip inside her wetness before pulling back and repeating the move a few times.

"Damon…please!" she shouted, pushing her hips forward.

"Please what?"

"Please, just fuck me!" she ordered and Damon found himself compelled to oblige. He just couldn't resist her begging and her moans. He let out a low growl as he filled her completely.

"Faster…go faster, I won't break," she pushed and he went faster and faster…and faster until she came undone underneath him. He turned her around, so she was on all fours and asked her to spread her legs and put her upper body against the mattress before thrusting back inside her. His hand went around her to massage her clit and Elena lost all contact with reality.

"Daaaaamon…oh God!" she cried as she came again. Her muscles were squeezing his dick enough to make him follow.

***we pay the price***

"I'm so happy you're talking to your father again," Elena said; she laid her head backwards to give her husband a bright smile.

"Well, I realized that people make mistakes and that getting lost doesn't necessary make you a bad person. Also…he's actually changed, and since my mother accepted him and forgave him, it seemed like I didn't have the right to complain."

"It was you who opened his eyes, you know? Like the name says, you are a 'savior', Mr. Salvatore," she said sweetly and he smirked.

"Well, you were all 'damsel in distress' like, I couldn't resist," Damon replied, kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose, figuring that she wasn't just taking about his father.

"Happy anniversary, my love," Elena said, taking out a small envelope from her hand bag and handing it to Damon.

"I thought you said no presents," he protested.

"Believe me when I tell you that I couldn't help myself."

Elena's teeth captured her bottom lip, letting Damon know that she was nervous. He opened the envelope and pulled out what looked like a picture.

"Elena…" he started, but she stopped him.

"I know it doesn't look like much now since I'm only 5 weeks, but that, Mr. Salvatore, is your future son or daughter you're looking at," she said smiling.

Damon's eyes opened wide and actual tears formed in his eyes…tears he refused to shed.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yes…yes," she said, her voice breaking at the end. "Looks like 10% chance and your stamina are enough to create a miracle," she said whipping away her tears.

Damon put the picture back in the envelope carefully and placed it on the nightstand before pulling Elena into a tight hug, kissing her cheeks, nose, jaw and every other inch of skin he could find.

"Thank you; thank you for making me the happiest man alive," he said and Elena couldn't help the soft sobs of joy.

"Well…you do the same to me, so it's only fair. I love you, Damon, now and forever," she whispered.

"I love you too, more than words could express."

And then he made love to her, sweet, caring, passionate… love, with his wife and the mother of his child.

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