Well, this is my first Delena/Vampire Diaries story. I hope you enjoy it.
Elena looked up from her book as a knock sounded on the front door. She heard the creak and clank as the mailbox was opened and then shut. Her brow furrowed. The mailman had already dropped off the mail. She would know, since she had greeted him at the door. Curiosity getting the better of her, she slid off the chair and made her way to the door, opening it and then grabbing the envelope that was sitting in the mailbox. She glanced at the addressee, then did a double take. The letter was addressed to Santa Claus, written in Damon's handwriting. There was a sticky note on the back, which she read.
Read it. Trust me.
~Stefan
Rolling her eyes, she opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. Sighing, she began to read it.
Dear Santa really Stefan? I have to start it with 'Dear'?,
The only reason I am writing this is because I got drunk and lost a bet with Stefan. He told me I had to tell you what I want for Christmas. You do realize it's the middle of June, right brother? So, here is what I want for Christmas. I want Elena Gilbert. Stefan, if this ends up in Elena's hands, I will murder you. Like actually murder you. You won't be coming back. Actually, what I really want for Christmas is Elena Gilbert under my tree, wrapped up like a present for me to open. I mean it, Stefan. A single sentence of this reaches Elena's eyes, and you're gone. It's bad enough I'm writing to a fat man in a red suit living in the North Pole. And will you quit laughing as you read over my shoulder? I mean, seriously. What are you, five? Now Ric's here? What is this, make fun of Damon day? I don't think I'm drunk enough for this. Back to the topic at hand. I love her. Shit, did I just write that? Now I know I'm not drunk enough. Damon, will you quit throwing a panic attack and finish the damn letter? Shut up, Stefan. So, this concludes my letter to the made up man in a red suit. I love Elena Gilbert and I want her under my tree. Preferably unclothed. And wrapped up with a bow.
S̶i̶n̶c̶e̶r̶e̶l̶y̶, Love,
Damon Salvatore I hate you, Stefan.
Elena stared at the letter in her hand for barely a second before it was whisked out of her hand.
"Stefan's dead." Damon growled, glaring at the letter now residing in his hand as he leaned against the kitchen counter. She turned towards him and stared at him in return. He slowly looked up at her, an emotion in his eyes she couldn't identify.
"Did you mean it?" she asked. He nodded.
"Every word." he told her. He stumbled back as she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his neck.
"I love you too." she breathed softly, though he heard every word. He pulled her away and looked at her again, the faintest glimmer of hope in his eyes, burning with an unasked question. She nodded slightly and he leaned down as she leaned up. As their lips touched, a snicker sounded from behind them. They jumped apart and spun around to see Alaric, Stefan, and Jeremy watching them, the latter with his phone out. Damon growled and Ric laughed.
"Well, sorry to interrupt." Stefan said, smirking. As Damon went to lunge for his brother, Elena whispered something in his ear. He stopped and turned to look at her.
"Elena?" he questioned. She nodded and he growled before picking her up and swishing out of the house. Stefan shook his head at the other two.
"You guys mind if I crash here tonight? They are most likely christening every surface in the Boarding House." he asked. Alaric blanched and shook his head.
"I did not need to know that." he muttered as he walked out of the kitchen.
