Vampire Diaries: It Will Always Be Damon

A Date To Remember

Damon arrived at Elena's house at seven on the dot. Damon adjusted his favorite leather jacket nervously as he stood on her porch. He didn't even have time to knock before she sped to the door, having felt his presence. She looked Damon up and down, as if devouring him with her eyes. His black shirt was tight, stretching across his abs perfectly, hugging every godly crevice. His grey jeans made the blueness of his eyes pop, making them look like a deep glistening ocean. Even as a vampire she felt blood burn behind her cheeks as she blushed. He smiled gently at her, wanting to burn how she looked that night into his memory forever.

She was wearing a stunning peach colored one-shoulder dress. It was made from a soft chiffon that gave the dress a pretty, draped look. It tied gently around her waist with a white belt that matched her heels. Damon stuttered a little, trying to find the right words to describe how beautiful she looked. His breath hitched in the back of his throat and all he could do was put his hand to the back of her head and tenderly pull her into a kiss. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths for a few moments, Elena's fingers curling into Damon's hair and pushing him closer. When they pulled away Damon just smiled and caressed the side of her face.

"You look amazing." She beamed at him.

"So do you." He offered her his arm and she happily took it and allowed him to escort her to his car. He put in his favorite 3 Doors Down CD and skipped to "Here Without You", singing along very softly under his breath. Elena smiled, having never heard anything that beautiful in all her life. His voice was like velvet, the words rolling off his tongue like they were written for only him. She wondered how many times he had done this in the car with her and she just hadn't been able to hear him as a human. She was almost sad when they pulled up to the restaurant, not wanting him to stop.

"You should have been a singer." He laughed at that statement and reached over to kiss her temple.

"Now, now, Princess. Just because I'm an eternal stud doesn't mean I'm a good singer." She giggled.

"You are the only man I know that can be modest and arrogant at the same time." He smirked.

"It's just one of my many talents." And with that he got out and opened Elena's door for her. She took his hand and Damon laced his fingers with hers, using his other hand to open the restaurant door. The inside was like nothing Elena had ever seen before. Oil paintings lined the walls and the air smelled of lilac. All the tables were draped in tablecloths of the finest silk and along the east side of the room was a beautiful winding staircase. Upon each table was a Georgian bronze candelabra, and the table in the far left corner was covered in scarlet rose petals. Damon leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"I bet you can guess which table is ours." Elena was awestricken. She looked up at Damon, her big brown doe eyes dripping with affection.

"This is so perfect." He grinned.

"I thought you'd like it." When they sat down, he sighed heavily, knowing what he had to tell her might very well ruin the mood....depending on how she took it. A petite waitress by the name of Ashleigh came to take their order.

"I'll have whatever my lady is having." Damon said as he winked at Elena. She blushed deeply.

"I think I want Chicken Pudding and an Iced Tea, please." Ashleigh skipped away happily and Damon raised an eyebrow at Elena.

"Chicken Pudding...Hmm, that's been a Virginia favorite since the 1800's, but most people now days wouldn't dream of ordering anything that sounds that disgusting." He laughed. She slapped him playfully.

"My mother used to make it." Damon looked impressed and took a minute to revel in the moment. Elena was a thousand times more gorgeous than anything in this restaurant, which was saying something. He reached across the table and took her hand in his, rubbing it gently and staring into her eyes.

"Elena...we need to talk. Do you remember what you said to Stefan the night you died?" She shot him a worried look, wondering why the hell he was bringing up Saint Stefan.

"Damon, I know I said that I didn't want to be a vampire, but it's okay. I've accepted it...thank you for not letting Klaus permanently kill me." She said with a sweet smile, which he returned.

"You're welcome, Princess. But that's not what I'm talking about. You said that you were sad that you could no longer have children...what if I told you that I'd found a way around that?" Elena stared at him.

"What are you saying?" He sighed.

"Bonnie's sister found it in her little cookbook...the only vampires with the ability to conceive and give birth to a child are born of the Patrova bloodline. They have to be Doppelgangers, and it only works if they mate with their one true soul mate." Elena's eyes welled with tears and her expression became unreadable, which upset Damon. He was starting to fear that she was going to freak out on him. He squeezed her hand.

"Listen, Elena. This is why I didn't want to have sex until after tonight. I wanted you to not only be more than my other girlfriends, but I wanted you to know the risk...and I didn't want to push you into something you weren't ready for. I am 172 years old; I'm more than ready to be a father. But you're only 18, so it's your choice on what you want to do." By the time he finished she had tears streaming down her face.

"Damon...if I were still human I'd laugh in your face, tell you I was too young and needed to get out and experience things. But now that I'm a vampire I have an eternity to do anything I want...so what do I have to lose? Right now, all I really want is to start a family. I've lost so many people recently that family is what I need in my life right now. And I couldn't think of a better man to have children with." She smiled through her tears and kissed him from across the table. He grinned from ear to ear.

"You mean it? You don't mind having the baby of a guy like me?" He asked almost insecurely. She shook her head.

"Oh Damon...I hope they're exactly like you." She whispered reassuringly. At that moment the food came, but neither of their minds were on food. They were dead anyway, it's not like they really needed it. Instead, a suddenly passion filled Damon laid a one hundred dollar bill on the table and pulled Elena out of the restaurant. He pushed her up on the hood of his car and crushed his lips to hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and entwined her fingers in his messy black hair in response. He moaned, ripping her dress off in one swift motion and removing her bra hungrily with his teeth. With one flick of his fingernail her underwear was in shreds at his feet and his hands curled around her hips, holding her in place on underneath him, mentally noting that he may never want to get his car washed ever again.

She undressed him at light speed and he buried his face into her neck, biting up and down roughly and swallowing little gulps of blood that only made the heat in his groin intensify. She whimpered like a kitten and bit into his shoulder, causing Damon's back to arch in pleasure. Once they were both latched on securely and getting a good amount of blood from one another, Elena guided Damon in her mind, helping him find just the right spot and he gently slid inside of her. Elena let go of his shoulder to gasp loudly, he was ten times bigger than Stefan. He let go of her as well, sitting back and watching her face as she adjusted. His eyes were filled with adoration as he watched her, her face almost angelic with its olive complexion and blood stained lips. It made him ache with bliss that it was his blood on her face and in her mouth...his blood in her veins, his blood that turned her. It was all him and nobody else, no Stefan. She belonged to him and only him, and when they got married they'd be bonded in every way possible.

When she started rocking beneath him he took it as a sign that it was okay to move. He captured her lips with his and slowly began to thrust his hips forward. He pulled her hair hard as she let out a wild moan, clawing at his back and bucking her hips up to met his. Damon knew he was close, so he sped his pace up considerably in hopes that they could release together. When Damon could hold on no longer, he pulled her close to his chest and whimpered out "I love you so much" as he emptied himself out inside of her. Her body shook with pleasure as they both rode their orgasms in each other's arms. He kissed her forehead and she sighed happily as he pulled out and put his pants back on. Realizing he had mutilated her clothes, he gave her his shirt and jacket and opened his Camero door for her.

"Get inside sweetness, can't have anyone but me seeing how adorable you look in my clothes." He said with a smirk. Damon was in absolute heaven. That had been the best sex of his life and for Damon Salvatore...that was saying something.