Elena drained the last drops of wine and closed her eyes as she lounged along the sofa. The constant buzz of Call of Duty could not irritate her today. Whenever she felt the urge to beg her brother to turn it off she would open her eyes, see his face and smile again without saying a word. He could have been doing cartwheels around her head whilst doing an impression of a seagull and she would not have batted an eyelid. Whatever made him happy made her happy.

Her eyes drifted to the glass doors and the pier beyond. It was dark outside. The moonlight reflecting off the water was all that illuminated the night. She placed her glass down and sat up, pushing a hand through her hair.

'Where did Damon go?'

Jeremy's gaze remained fixed on the screen. His shrug was his only response.

Even that made Elena smile. She got to her feet and padded across to him. 'Goodnight, Jeremy,' she said, kissing the top of his head.

'Yeah…night,' he mumbled, 'oh come on, I shot him in the head.'

Elena rolled her eyes. She stretched as she walked across to the stairs and hopped up them. Her old bedroom door was slightly ajar and she could see shadows flickering on the floor.

'Damon?'

When she pushed open the door she smiled. The room was exactly how she remembered it, except for the candles. They were dotted around all over the place, all different sizes and colours. The soft scent of vanilla floated towards her and she drank it in. She felt him behind her just as his hands rested on her hips. He kissed her shoulder and she lifted a hand to his cheek. He turned his face to kiss her palm.

'I thought we deserved some time alone without the kid.'

Elena laughed and turned in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck. 'The kid?'

'The brat, the hindrance, the child, the creature…whichever you'd rather.'

'That's my brother you're talking about.'

'And I'm going to stop talking about him as of now, because…' he cupped her face with his hands. His eyes were dark with desire. 'Now is about you and me.'

'Good thing I prepared for the occasion,' Elena whispered as she untied her dressing gown and let it slip to the floor. Damon's gaze traced fire over every inch of her skin as he gazed at her. She assumed that he would appreciate red lace. From the expression on his face she had assumed correctly.

He pressed his forehead against hers. 'You know, I loved you even when I didn't want to love you. So I'd like you to think about that while you appreciate just how much I love you right now.'

'I appreciate it…' Elena mumbled before she swallowed his mouth with her own. They stood very still as they kissed, their lips probing and soft. Their bodies melded together. Elena knew she would never grow sick of kissing him but it was her that pulled back first.

Her fingers brushed the hair on the back of his neck as she gazed up at him. 'There was something else I had prepared for tonight.'

He said nothing and leaned in to kiss her some more.

She dodged his mouth, bringing her own to his neck. 'I want this,' she breathed, and then she sank her fangs into his neck. She felt his whole body stiffen. She felt his sigh brush against her hair. She dug her fingers into his back as she drank his blood and her whole body was infused with him. She felt her head grow light. She felt something building inside her. They swayed on the spot and then Damon's lips were on her neck.

'Elena…'

She arched back. She let his thumb stroke her cheek as she licked his blood off of her fangs. 'Damon…please…'

The lust overwhelmed him. He pushed her head back and then his fangs sank into her skin. She had never felt such pleasure. Every nerve in her body was on fire. They stumbled backwards and Elena hardly knew where she was. She moaned as Damon lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him, pressing against the hardness between her thighs. She reached a hand down to grip him and he growled against her neck, flinging her onto the bed and pressing himself down on top of her. He pushed her hand away and he kissed the spot where he had drank from her.

'Tonight is about you…'

He started to kiss her again, this time his touch was as light as a feather but with his blood in her veins every breath of his against her skin had her writhing with longing. He traced kisses between her breasts, then down her tummy. His fingers tugged on the lace of her knickers and he peeled them off. Then he kissed her between her thighs and Elena could not stand it anymore. She gripped his head and pressed him against her. She felt his laughter right before she felt his lips.

Elena did not make a sound but her back arched, her lips parted and her eyes rolled back into her head. His sucked on her, his tongue flicked against her and Elena knew nothing but pleasure. She bucked beneath him, pressing him down harder and deeper. His hands gripped her hips and he rocked with her, his hot breath enveloping her as it built and built.

Then Elena's whole body tensed. She groaned as Damon's tongue drove into her and then she could see nothing but light and she could feel nothing but joy. She felt like she was floating even as her body sank back onto the sheets, soft and satisfied. She panted as she felt Damon rise over her. She did not need to breathe but she could not stop her chest heaving. Her skin still tingled. His blood inside of her raced through her veins and she knew he felt it too. He unclipped her bra and he pressed his lips to her breast. The bolt of pleasure brought the feeling back to her limbs and she flipped him over, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She hungered for him. She grasped him and she moved her hand, pulling at him with her fingers. He groaned and she positioned herself above him, holding off until he opened his eyes and looked into hers.

'I have never…' Elena gasped, 'been happier than I am now.'

Damon did not have to say anything. She knew she was his everything.

She lowered herself onto him with a moan and Damon's hands gripped the sheets beneath them as he sucked in a breath.