Story line: Elena gets back from the road trip with Damon and spends her first night with Stefan after he has explained everything. She has a restless night and finds herself cooking... in less than maybe she should, plus a little drinking, some music, dancing, and a dash of Damon. With that equation anythings bound to happen :)
Characters: Damon/Elena, and some talk about Stefan; Vampire Diaries
Rated: T
A/N: This is my first fan-fiction writing hope you like it! B.T.W I do not own any of the characters or the Vampire Diaries. And this is a One-Shot unless people ask for me to write more but for now...
It was my first night back with Stefan, since the trip with Damon to Georgia – which was actually pretty fun, I got to see a whole new side of him – lying in the bed I tossed and turned for hours upon hours. Lucky for Stefan he was a deep sleeper or neither of us would have gotten any sleep, but I couldn't help but think about the photo of Katherine I saw, how she looked almost completely Identical to me, and even with Stefan's explanation I couldn't help but wonder if he had ever compared me to her. I knew that I was obviously not going to get any sleep if I kept on like this so I decide to throw on one of Stefan's button up shirts, and go downstairs. I went down as quietly as I could hoping not to alarm Stefan, or Damon for that matter, but as I went down stairs I saw a light underneath Damon's door. I assumed he probably had some sorority chick in his bedroom for a snack, rolling my eyes I continued to descend the stairs.
I slipped in to the kitchen hoping to find some actual food, which I didn't, but I did however find some ingredients that I could use to make some. With that I decided I was in the mood for cookies, while I made them I got myself a glass of scotch figuring I could use it to help put my mind at ease. On my fourth glass, I started to become a little tipsy, and while I was stirring all the contents of the cookies together in the glass bowl, I found it suddenly became extremely hot. Looking around, there was no one, and with my impaired thought processes I quickly stripped out of Stefan's shirt and started cooking in my bra and underwear, which were red and pretty lacy since I wore them specifically for Stefan. Still unconcerned I poured the batter on the pan and shoved them in the oven to bake. All of a sudden, now on my sixth glass, I felt the urge to dance. So walking in to the parlor I turned on the stereo, which started blasting out Anberlin's Enjoy the Silence, and began to dance, with a drink in one hand and the other hand running up and down my body , across my chest, and around my thighs. Within seconds I felt another body and another hand join my already established rhythm of sway, deciding who it was in my mind I leaned back and said "Stefan". This dark husky voice replied, "No… better, me."I instantly turned and realized this wasn't Stefan; this was Damon his older brother. Giving him a shove I propelled myself across the room, since pushing him was like pushing against a wall. He ran his eyes up and down me multiple times, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it tightly around my body, I yelled "What are you doing?". Seeing how flustered I was, he smirked and quickly replied "Isn't it obvious?". I didn't quite understand what he meant, it might have been obvious to him but not to me, so without thinking I said "No! Can you please explain?". One minute he was next to the couch, and the next he was right in front of me, with his lips millimeters away from mine, even if I twitched, my lips would meet his. I couldn't help but look at him, admiring his lips which were very inviting, his nose which looked to be perfectly chiseled, his well sculpted cheek bones, and finally his eyes which you could easily lose yourself. I had never been able to admire his looks so close and without any other thought running through my mind besides how gorgeous he was. He was a little stunned the way I looked him over with such concentration, like I was studying a painting for the first time. I saw the hurt, confusion, and puzzlement in his eyes and I did the one thing that made sense in my mind, I gave him a gentle and compassionate hug. After a few moments of me embracing him, he finally gave in and embraced me and I was in complete disbelief of how right it felt, it was like electric shocks running through me. Once I pulled back, I saw the smirk quaintly put back on his face, rolling my eyes I walked back into the kitchen to check on the cookies, blanket still clutched tightly to my chest.
A/N:This is a one-shot, unless I get some feedback to continue it. But please review both good and bad are appreciated. Yet if you just want to read it that's fine too! Thanks hope you liked! -Rachelle