A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it! This is the first drabble in a series that I'll be posting. Some will be more steamy than others, it really just depends on what I feel like writing/if people send me prompts.
"Damon, you can't put gravy on the green beans!"
It was their first Thanksgiving together as humans and Damon's first human Thanksgiving in over 200 years.
"I can put gravy wherever I want to," he informed Elena while pouring almost half of the container of gravy on his plate.
"Gravy is specifically meant for the turkey and mashed potatoes. You should know; weren't you there for the first Thanksgiving?" she asked with wide innocent eyes.
Damon narrowed his eyes at her. Instead of putting the gravy back on the table, he put a dollop on her cheek. "Oops, I guess gravy isn't supposed to go there either. Guess I can't lick it up then."
He turned away but just as he predicted, Elena pulled him back to her by his arm. Not able to resist anymore, his smooth lips landed gently on her cheek, making her sigh. He slowly gathered the gravy up on his tongue before giving her soft kisses across her face. He jumped to the other side once he ran out of space, giving it the same treatment. Just as he was about to plant one on her highly anticipated lips, he pulled back.
"Now, can I put gravy on whatever I want?" he asked with a smirk.
In retaliation, Elena stuck her finger in the gravy and smeared it across his lips. "As long as I get the same deal," she purred before claiming his lips as her own.
The gravy was soon long gone and they hungrily devoured each other. Damon stood up with her legs wrapped around his waist and carried her upstairs, the Thanksgiving dinner completely forgotten about.
