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Elena sits on top of the kitchen counter, rifling through a pile of papers, trying to find the right one. She sighs, searching around her.
"Looking for something?" a voice asks.
Elena looks over to see Damon standing in the doorway. She ignores him, going back to searching through piles and piles of paper. She hears the papers rustle as Damon whips past her in lightening speed.
"I could find what you're looking for in less than half the time that you can. Vampire speed, remember?"
Elena looks up, clearly frustrated. "Do you want something, Damon? Do you need anything? Because if you haven't noticed, I'm kind of busy. So can I help you?"
Damon puts a hand to his chest, feigning pain. "I'm hurt, Elena Gilbert. And here I thought we were friends." He looks to the pile of papers she's rummaging through. "If you need my help, I'll be waiting. Like over there." Damon heads over to the Gilbert's kitchen, searching its contents.
Elena flips past page after useless page, sighing in distress. She flips past a piece too fast, and returns back to the previous piece of paper. She feels the sharp paper slice through her index finger. She swears, trying not to notice the sting of the paper cut too much.
Behind her, Damon tenses up at the fridge. He can smell Elena's blood when it's in her body and he sure as hell can smell it once it's outside her body. The scent of her blood drives his sense wild as he clenches the door to the fridge tightly.
Elena can sense Damon's discomfort and she peers over her shoulder at him. "For a vampire who's a century and a half old, I thought you'd be used to seeing blood. Being around it at least."
"Losing control around a paper cut is for the weak. It's for Stefan," Damon grits through his teeth.
Elena isn't convinced. "You don't seem to be in a lot of control. And you're going to break our fridge." Elena lets the tiny beads of blood slide down her finger a little. "Does it make you want to drink it? Are you just dying to taste my blood?" Elena asks, her voice going low.
Damon's flashes in front of her in half a heartbeat, his fangs bared. "What game are you playing at?" He wants to wrap a hand around her pretty little neck but he doesn't.
Elena edges onto the edge of the counter, leaning towards him. "Go on. Take a taste." She smirks, her finger raising towards his lips. He doesn't stop staring into her brown eyes as they challenge him. Her hand grasps the side of his face, where his jaw connects to his chin, as she presses her index finger to his lower lip. Almost immediately he licks his lower lip before taking her finger in his mouth. He doesn't stop staring into her eyes and she continues staring back at him.
He sucks every drop of blood the tiny paper cut has to offer before one of his fangs bite down on her finger harshly. The cut becomes deeper and the flow of blood stronger. Elena keeps her finger poised, wincing in pain and pleasure as his fangs tear deeper through her skin. He sucks on her finger more gently now, before letting it slide of of his mouth.
A sticky strand of saliva connects her fingertip with his lower lip and they don't break eye contact. Damon's fangs are still bared and Elena has a strange urge to touch them. As his breathing returns to normal, his face and eye also return to normal and his fangs retract.
They both blink but when Elena opens her eyes, Damon is gone.
FIN.
A/N: Random oneshot...