Saturday Morning
Elena woke up comfortably with a strong arm wrapped snuggly around her waist, pressing her up against the hard plains of her lover's abdomen as he slept. The cool fabric of the sheets caressed her skin invitingly as she regretfully left the warm cocoon of his embrace.
She slipped on a pair of her panties from where she'd discarded it on the floor the night before during a haze of passion and desire, and snatched Damon's black button up off the end of the bed, silently pulling it on where the silky fabric rested mid-thigh. Checking for confirmation to see if he was still asleep, she glided to the door and shut it behind her, making sure not to make even a whisper of noise.
Elena didn't need human food, nor did Damon, because they were both blood drinking, immortal, vampires. But Stefan had been showing Elena how to prepare simple dishes in the kitchen per her request since she was absolutely hopeless at it. Now that Elena had learned a few lessons from Stefan, her culinary skills have improved greatly and is doing better with each passing session, so she wanted to surprise Damon with a good breakfast on this early Saturday morning.
Much to Elena's annoyance, a couple of the stairs creaked on her way down, raising the possibility of one of the occupants of the large household awakening. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Elena flashed to the kitchen in a blur, deciding to put her vampire speed to good use to quickly and soundlessly go the rest of the way to her destination.
Elena got out the ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes and began to create the mixture that would become the batter of her recipe; adding the flour, sugar, baking soda, salt, etcetera. Once the wet and dry ingredients were thoroughly mixed, Elena turned on the stove and set to work on cooking her pancakes to golden perfection. While waiting for the pancakes to cook, she turned on the radio and hummed along to each of the songs she knew as she waited.
Suddenly, Elena froze. She could hear footsteps from upstairs and prayed that Damon wouldn't be coming down to see her before she could deliver her surprise. Luckily the noise soon settled, so she assumed it was only one of the other residents that stayed at the Salvatore's home using one of the many upstairs bathrooms. Upon this realization, Elena relaxed and turned up the volume when a favorite of hers began to play.
Too absorbed in flipping the pancakes, and the sound of her favorite song booming through the radio in the kitchen, Elena failed to acknowledge the presence that watched her with unconcealed amusement from the sidelines.
"You're making pancakes? And a fire hasn't been started yet? Shocker…" A female with a voice that was nearly identical to her own spoke. She only continued to get louder as she neared Elena and the feigned shock was emphasized even more as she grew closer.
Not bothering to turn around, Elena replied with a roll of her eyes, "What do you want, Katherine?"
"I heard you sneaking down here, and I wanted to know why." Katherine said curiously from beside Elena with her arms crossed across her chest. A red, silk, robe was wrapped tightly around her otherwise bare body, and she tapped her foot impatiently as she awaited Elena's answer.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Elena questioned back with a duh laced within her tone and flipped one of the pancakes expertly through the air for emphasis. She could feel the glare that Katherine sent her in response and couldn't prevent the grin of satisfaction from crawling across her face.
Before Elena could register what happened, she found herself choking on a cloud of puffy white as something hit her in the back of the head. Peals of laughter escaped the elder doppelganger as she removed her whitened hand out of the container of flour that soon lay forgotten on the counter. The younger doppelganger looked absolutely ridiculous with her head swallowed by the thick cloud of flour that continuously swirled around her face. It looked as if Elena was wearing one of those old fashioned powdered wigs.
"Katherine!" Elena yelled, her focus on the stove was completely forgotten as she retaliated by sticking her own fist into the flour to get a nice handful. And then Elena unceremoniously chucked the large clump of flour into the once shiny and clean curls at the right side of Katherine's head. Katherine stopped laughing immediately and narrowed her eyes menacingly at Elena in a glare that was colder than the Arctic Ocean.
"You. Got. Flour. In. My. Hair." The elder vampire spat lowly with barely controlled rage, pausing after each word for emphasis. As much as Katherine liked fooling around, she didn't always like it when someone reflected her own twisted game back at her in retaliation. She preferred something new, something different, to keep the game interesting.
"Only after you did the same to mine." Elena lashed back with a scowl marring her features. Katherine let out a low growl and prepared to lunge at the baby vampire when a pair of muscled arms wrapped around her waist.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Elena heard Stefan's masculine voice ask as he pressed Katherine tightly to him, ignoring the copious amounts of flour in his lover's hair.
"Just a small disagreement, nothing to worry about Stefan." Elena said calmly.
"She got flour in my hair. Do you have any idea how hard that stuff is to get out?!" Katherine told him outraged. Elena's nails bit into her palms as she fought to contain her anger. The elder vampire had started this after all, and she wasn't the only one who had the powdery substance in her hair. Stefan gave Elena a friendly smile, biting his lip to keep in his laughter, and playfully rolled his eyes in her direction at his girlfriend's antics. He leaned down to whisper into Katherine's ear in an effort to calm her.
"I'll gladly join you in washing all of that flour out of your hair, Ms. Pierce." Stefan promised her sweetly in hopes to get her off of Elena's back. Katherine twisted in the circle of his arms until she was face to face with him, and her head tilted up toward his own to look into his piercing green eyes.
Katherine seemed to contemplate his tempting proposal for a second before nodding and replying saucily, "Then I think we need to get a head start on that, shall we?"
Katherine was smirking as she crashed her lips to Stefan's as a wave of heat and passion overwhelmed her senses, leaving a series of kisses and nips that left their lips swollen and them both breathless. It wasn't long after that that Elena could see them rush up the stairs in a flurry of movement, and heard the sound of a shower running only moments after. Elena smirked in the direction of the fleeing couple; those two were insatiable. Although, in truth, she couldn't say a thing. Damon and her were, and still are, the same way.
Elena's satisfied smirk dropped instantly when she smelled something burning.
The pancakes! Elena thought, and turned around to see smoke rising from the stove and saw the pancakes that, now, more closely resembled tar colored hockey pucks. At the sight of her failure, Elena pouted. Why did Katherine have to distract her? Sighing, she scooped up more batter into the ladle and started the next batch of pancakes.
Elena kept a watchful eye on the food to keep it from burning once again. She wasn't going to let anyone else distract her from her task.
Although, in the middle of flipping a pancake into the air, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around her and pressed her into the counter. Warm breath washed over her ear which prompted a delightful shiver down her spine.
"Pancakes? Hmm… Nice hair by the way. There must've been one hell of a fight. I'm sad to have missed it." He teased her with a taunting smirk in place. Elena rolled her eyes as she thought about the encounter with Katherine only minutes before, and turned to place an affectionate kiss right below his ear where his jaw connected to his neck.
"Sorry if we woke you." She responded distractedly. She was disappointed that she was caught before he could get his surprise, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from finishing.
Not liking the fact that she was distracted by something other than him, Damon began running the tip of his nose across her jaw toward the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear, teasing her. Elena let in a sharp intake of breath when he left one of the softest lingering kisses at said spot and did her best to focus on the task before her, but it was proving to be much more difficult than she ever could've imagined as he continued to show her just how talented his mouth was.
"Why are you down here making human food that we don't even need when you could be upstairs lounging in our bed with me?" He asked lowly while pressing himself impossibly closer to her.
"This was supposed to be breakfast in bed." Elena replied softly, paying close attention to the food on the white hot stove. She was losing concentration with every passing moment that he was in close proximity to her. Elena's eyes were fluttering shut in pleasure as his lips began to leave a series of soft kisses, nibbles, and licks down the column of her neck.
"I can think of something I'd much rather eat right now," Damon murmured back into her skin huskily, causing a pleasant vibration to ripple across her hypersensitive skin. Damon continued his ministrations and added a soft suction to her pulse point at every pass, drawing a low moan from her throat.
"Damon…" Elena attempted to attract his attention away from her heated flesh.
"Mmm?" He hummed against her throat in acknowledgement.
"Pancakes… don't… burn…" Elena tried to think clearly through the haze of desire that had consumed her from the moment he stepped into the kitchen. Quicker than she could react, he dumped the pancakes in the trash and turned off the stove before proceeding to lift Elena onto the counter for easier access. Elena let out a weak protest, but was soon overwhelmed by each of the sensations that Damon was providing her with his skillful lips, strategically placed nibbles, and the swirls of his tongue against her skin.
"Now, how 'bout we skip straight to dessert?" Damon drawled at her wickedly as he stepped back to look her straight in the eyes, his own were darkening into a raging ocean blue as his hunger for her took over.
Wrapping both her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, Elena demanded breathlessly, "Upstairs, now," before attacking his lips with her own.
Those pancakes were forgotten before they even slammed the door.
Jeremy Gilbert rolled his eyes as he watched his sister and Damon make a run for their room. They were so caught up in themselves that they failed to notice him when he'd walked downstairs groggily to see them all over each other against the kitchen counter. After hearing Elena's silent command, he swiftly made himself scarce by diving behind the couch in hopes that he wouldn't get seen. As much as he wanted to interrupt their moment, he didn't want to deal with Damon's revenge for preventing him from getting laid.
His stomach grumbled hungrily, prompting him to follow the delicious smell coming from the kitchen where his sister had been previously cooking breakfast. Usually he'd refuse to eat anything made by Elena because of what a disaster she was in the kitchen, but he witnessed a couple sessions between her and her former boyfriend, and she seemed to be doing much better.
Seeing the bowl filled with batter, he set to making himself breakfast while groaning in annoyance at the sounds of the two couples going at it upstairs. Being a hunter was great, but the heightened hearing could get annoying, especially when it was his sister that he was hearing; a violent shudder rippled through Jeremy at the thought.
Dropping the finished chocolate chip pancakes on a plate, he tucked in ravenously, his hunger making itself known. After the first bite, Jeremy froze. Flavor exploded in his mouth, it was delicious.
Holy shit! Elena is so making breakfast from now on.
A buzzing in his pocket made him pause from inhaling his food to answer.
"Hello?" Jeremy answered, voice still a bit husky from sleep.
"Hey Jeremy." Bonnie's voice reverberated through the phone. The sound of his girlfriend's voice caused a large goofy grin to appear on his face.
"Hey Bon. What's up?" Jeremy plopped another bite of the syrupy goodness into his mouth contently.
"I'm planning on testing a new spell later on. Do you think you'd be up to helping me?" She asked curiously. Bonnie needed him there to make sure that she wouldn't take on more than she could handle. She knew how much he worried about her health when doing a new spell without him.
"Yeah, sure. What's the spell?" Jeremy quirked a brow, even though he knew she wouldn't see it. It was then that the front door of the Boarding House flew open, slamming against the wall, thoroughly gaining Jeremy's attention. He murmured to Bonnie that he'd call back in a minute before hanging up.
"Caroline?" Jeremy called to her. Caroline strutted into the room, searching the room for something unknown to him.
"Hey Jeremy. Is Elena here?" Caroline took a quick peek into the kitchen before making her way up the stairs to the second floor.
"Yeah, Caroline I w— "Jeremy stopped himself, a smirk growing on his face. He personally didn't want to go up there to quiet down the couples upstairs, but that didn't mean someone else couldn't do it. Although, even if Jeremy wanted to stop her, he couldn't with her flashing around the house with her vampire speed. In a way, the vampire did this to herself because if she'd used her advanced senses then she would've clearly heard what was going on in the Salvatores' rooms.
The sound of a doorknob turning caused him to dig the fingers of his left hand into the table as he shoved another mouthful of pancake onto his tongue to muffle his laughter, afraid of alerting the oblivious blonde.
"Oh my god!" Came the startled cry from Caroline. Her eyes were wide and her hand covered her mouth at the intimate scene before her after she had entered Damon's room. She stood frozen in the doorway, unable to look away from the erotically intertwined couple surrounded by silky black sheets and comforter.
Elena straddled Damon who sat in a sitting position in the middle of the bed with his legs straight out in front of him. Her hands fisted his raven hair as she devoured his mouth, muffling the moans that tried to escape. Damon's hands roamed her abdomen, caressing and gripping her waist each time Elena swiveled her hips enticingly into him.
At Caroline's outburst, both of them froze, snapping their heads to the side to see the frozen blonde in the doorway.
"S-Sorry!" Caroline squeaked, backing out of the room frantically. As she moved backwards, she bumped into a nightstand, dropping some things onto the floor. She apologized again after depositing the fallen items back onto the table before slamming the door behind her. Caroline was horrified. She wished she could bleach her eyes out after what she'd seen. She loved Elena like a sister and they told each other everything, but that didn't mean that she needed to see that side of her; the side that squirmed beneath the sheets with the likes of Damon Salvatore.
Since Elena was obviously busy, Caroline decided to get Stefan, her best guy friend, to take her mind off what she'd just witnessed.
Walking over to Stefan's room, she opened the door, ready to go shake him awake when she was left frozen once more. Later she'd berate herself for not learning her lesson the first time about barging into unsuspecting Salvatore's bedrooms while simultaneously trying to be rid of the unwanted mental images.
Stefan had a curly haired and nude brunette up against the wall besides the bed and thoroughly wrapped around him. His equally bare body pressed tightly to hers with his face buried into her jugular. The smell of blood was thick in the air as he drank from her. The woman threw her head back with pleasure, a groan bubbling from her throat, causing Caroline to finally get a glimpse of her face.
"Katherine?!" Caroline yelped. Stefan's ministrations froze and his head turned to see her with the brunette's blood dribbling down his chin. Katherine's gaze swept over her and a scowl formed on her face at the interruption.
"What? As you can see, I'm busy, Caroline." Katherine bit at the blonde, tightening her legs around Stefan's waist, causing his lips to part with want.
"Since when are you with Katherine?!" Caroline spat incredulously.
"It's a long story, Care." Stefan muttered distractedly. His gaze was planted firmly on the brunette in his arms.
"Is everyone getting sexed up today?" Caroline yelled.
"Obviously not you, Barbie. I see you've still got that stick lodged far up your ass." The sarcastic voice of Damon came from behind her. Caroline spun around with a glare just in time to see Elena smack Damon on the back of his head at his goading remark.
"Ouch." Damon narrowed his eyes down at her. "You'll pay for that later."
"Looking forward to it." Elena replied cheekily.
"What are you two even doing here?" Caroline shook her head in confusion.
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, Blondie, but we kind of live here." Damon quipped in retaliation, wrapping an arm around Elena's shoulders to pull her closer to him.
"I mean, weren't you two in the middle of something a couple minutes ago. I figured you two wouldn't be done until the late afternoon by the way you were going at it." Caroline explained a tad uncomfortably which only served to make Damon exude satisfaction.
"We would, but apparently having your girlfriend's best friend walk in during hot sex is a total mood killer. Right Stef?" Damon shot his brother a pointed look with a smug grin on his face.
Stefan spluttered at being put on the spot, looking at Caroline with a mixture of embarrassment and horrification.
"You know what, I'm just gonna go…" Caroline sighed exasperatedly, taking a last gander around the room before exiting the house altogether.
"Care, sorry you had to s— "
"No, don't even mention it Lena. I'm still trying to white out that memory from my brain. You guys can go finish whatever, I need a day." And without further ado, Caroline left the Boarding House with a slam of the front door. The last thing she heard was the sound of Jeremy Gilbert howling behind her, from the floor of the parlor, at her misfortune.