Hello! This one-shot is going up in honour of 2 completely different exams being done by myself in the past two days. The inspiration for this particular scene came from a weekend away a few weeks ago, completed with Damon's 'broke the bed' comment from TVD last week. I could not resist letting that one go past me.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot….And the right to ship Stamon.

-Enjoy this one-shot! J

'Stefan! Pancakes are ready! Stop combing your hair and come down!' Damon chuckled to himself as he imagined his handsome boyfriend of six months standing in front of their mirror in the bedroom grooming his hair. But he did have amazingly soft hair….his thoughts started to turn back to the activities of the night before and just what Stefan had made him wear…

'I'm not grooming my hair you know...' Stefan's silent entrance was not noticed by Damon as he got lost in his own thoughts.

Sensing this, Stefan came to stand just behind Damon, allowing Damon to take a single breath once he realised Stefan was there before he immediately put his arms around Damon's waist, hugging him tightly and resting his head on Damon's shoulder as he took in the fact Damon was cooking.

'Since when do you cook?' He asked curiously.

'Since always, I just like watching you cook instead.' Damon replied sounding as innocent as only a vampire could.

'You like watching me cook do you? What's so great about it?' Stefan teased.

'Well, if I sit at just the right angle, I can see you move slightly in time with whatever music is on, and I really love the way that the jeans hug your butt like that. It makes it incredibly tempting to stop what you're doing and do a little something of my own…' Damon trailed off, allowing Stefan to conjure up various different images in his mind.

Stefan smirked at Damon after a moment and reached over to turn off the stove Damon had been working at. Suddenly the room felt too hot. And it wasn't the heat from the stove.

'I was thinking…' Damon said to Stefan as he trailed his finger down Stefan's torso, 'what if we…continue what we were doing last night?' Stefan shivered as Damon spoke, only too aware of what had happened previously.

'If only I hadn't ripped that darling maid's outfit to pieces…' Stefan's lip jutted out mournfully as he thought of the short clingy uniform he had gifted to his boyfriend the night before.

'It's a good thing I've got a spare then…' Damon winked at Stefan and was suddenly gone from the room in a flash, his chuckle still echoing around the walls.

'You have?' Stefan was surprised.

'Hold on!' Damon called.

Stefan counted to five in his head before promptly sprinting up the stairs vampire style. His eyes were met with a glorious sight on the bed before him as he entered the room.

Damon let out a girlish laugh as he posed on the bed, a single red rose in his mouth, with only a pillow concealing his most intimate part.

'You ready sexy?' He asked as Stefan looked him up and down shamelessly.

Let the fun begin…