"Elena…Elenaaa," said Damon in a singsong voice, gently shaking his sleeping girlfriend awake.
"Mmph." Elena rolled over in the king size bed and thumped Damon over the head with a pillow as she turned to face away from him.
"Oh, no you don't." Damon grabbed her hips firmly and tugged her toward him, closing the gap between their bodies. Once her back met his chest, he leaned over and nipped her earlobe. "Wake up, sleepyhead. You were in a magic coma for years, and we're humans now. You don't need any more sleep today, and I plan on not wasting a single second of our mortal lives together."
"Lmme slp." Elena made a feeble attempt to whack Damon, sans pillow this time, but instead he caught her hand and kissed it. Last night was filled with a little too much booze, and while she wasn't quite hungover, boy was she tired.
"….And might I also mention today is the day we said we'd be going to the boardwalk with Caroline. And Bonnie. And since it's the anniversary of my brother's death and we're going namely to distract Caroline, we may want to make sure we're less than two hours late."
"WHAT? Damon, why didn't you wake me?" Elena nearly fell out of bed, the satin sheets tripping her up as she scrambled to open the hotel blinds. Shit. They were so late. They had brunch plans, and it must be— "Twelve- thirty? Damon, we were supposed to meet Caroline an hour ago!" Elena flipped open the lid of her suitcase and grabbed the top two articles of clothing- shorts and a crop top? That was a good boardwalk outfit, right?
"Oh I know, that's why I said we'd want to be less than two hours late. I turned your phone on silent to let you sleep in a bit, in case you're wondering why Caroline hasn't called. She has, but honestly I thought your alarm would go off even on silent. I fell asleep for a few minutes, too. I don't know why she's not come over in person yet. Maybe she has a certain Original keeping her company in her suite?" Damon wiggled his eyebrows as he lay shirtless under the sheets, watching Elena struggle to dress herself.
"Ugh, you know she's not done anything about Klaus yet, and if you bring it up on today of all days, so help me Damon, I will—" but Damon cut her off with a kiss as he regretfully passed her her shorts. He entertained some thoughts about what he'd like to do to his girlfriend that didn't involve her wearing shorts (or that cute lacy thong she was currently hiding underneath said shorts,), but decided since they were late enough as it was, he'd have to save that particular train of thought for later. Elena noted his wandering eyes and tossed his customary black tee at his head as she started to brush her hair. Ten minutes later, the pair was ready to go.