When Elena realized the option to sleep in the nude was only self destructive.

I wrote this little one shot today and thought I'd share it with the world.
I haven't read The Vampire Diaries books but I'm a devoted Delena Fan from the TV Series so please don't hate on it too much!
I based their characters from how Ian Somerhalder and Nina Dobrev portray them. Enjoy!

- A

Damon crept through the crack of the bedroom door and closed it behind him quietly. He didn't want to wake her, not yet. He found a lot of fun in startling Elena in the morning. Laying beside her while she unknowingly liked to snuggle to the closest body. But, as her eyes would open, they would open wide with shock and while she would practically throw herself off the mattress. Damon smirked at the thought. It was moments like those that made him smile even in the darkest despair.

He released the brass door knob. He turned himself around to find her sleeping face. It was not all he found, though. Elena sprawled herself across the mattress in a deep sleep. All she wore was a tight wife beater and a black g-string. Damon coughed at the sight, he inhaled so fast by reflex. It wasn't like him to be surprised in the bedroom but there he was, shocked.

Her brown long locks spread over the sheets as she was nestled into a pillow. One leg escaping the thick quilt for air and clinging to it. Drunk and detached from the party last night, Elena crashed into her bed in that attire without a second thought. Her mind forgot to remind her that Damon usually was her alarm clock.

Damon's erection grew instantly. He could see every inch of that ass. The floss she wore as underwear did nothing to hide her rich curves. He licked his lips by instinct. When he rummaged through her underwear drawer, he barely ever found thongs - it was a rare occasion that followed with Elena smacking him upside the head - let alone a g-string.

His cock was pressed against the inside of his pants, begging to be set free. Damon looked away for a moment, trying to calm himself down but the image was already burned into his head and that image would never leave. Unknowingly, his legs were leading him closer to the bed for a better look. To bring detail to the image that was already imbedded in his mind. He might never get the chance to see it again for this long so he thought it was the best choice.

Much to his previous judgement, her ass looked even better up close. Round, perky, big. It was one of her best features - besides all the lovey dovey crap that sprayed through Damon's head. Her eyes, her eyes, her smile. Blah, blah, blah. Of course, he loved those features but this ass made him feel something a lot different than her laugh could. He bit his bottom lip as he tried to ignore his cock's command at grabbing it and squeezing it and slapping it. All lovely ideas but would result in Elena hating him for a week or two.

Her chest raised and fell as she snored lightly. Her face looked so peaceful. No death glares, no sarcastic eyes, nothing. Her sleeping face looked as if she had no care in the world. Damon sighed. He wished she could be at ease like this while she was awake. Her mouth open slightly, her eyes began to open slowly. Damon froze as her stare met his. She lifted herself in a sitting position until she felt the air reach her bare leg. Her head whipped from her bum to Damon. She squealed before hiding herself in the blankets up to her throat.

"DAMON!" The fearful tone changed to rage in an instant.

"Yes?" He practically sang, the smug nature of his voice only infuriating her more.

"You pervert! What the hell are you doing?" She shouted in a whisper, afraid to wake Jeremy or Alaric, only for them to find her in her underwear with Damon. The last thing she needed was people thinking she was sleeping around with Damon even though she was sure people already thought that.

"I just came to wake you up. You know, seize the day. Early worm gets the bird or something like that." He babbled in a guilty smile.

"Shut up! Get out!" She let the blanket fall to her stomach so she could throw a pillow at him. He dodged it with ease, shaking his head at her, his smile only growing.

"Nice dental floss. Never pegged you for the black g-string kind of gal but now that I got a better look, it suits you, really."

"I'm going to kill you." Elena mumbled as she buried her face in her hands before laying back down.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, Elena. So I saw you naked, big deal. It happens."

"You didn't see me naked!"

"Okay, half naked." He corrected.

"You didn't see me half - "

"Please, Elena. That string hides nothing and you know it."

Elena could feel her face go hot, she grabbed the quilt and brought it over her head in shame. She was so embarrassed. Damon couldn't remove his smile. Elena continued to grumbled from inside her force field quilt.

"I'm getting a lock on my door." The words were feeble and coloured completely with defeat.

"The bedroom locks at Home Depot have been known to stop vampires in the past."

"You're so intolerable."

"You love me. I'm starting to think that you knew I was coming and did this on purpose." Damon said, rubbing his chin in a mock gesture. Elena shot up out of the blanket with an angry look directed at him.

"Excuse me?" The tone was warning, giving him a chance to quit while he's ahead.

"Yep, I figured it out. You know well by now that I come in your room pretty much every morning. You wanted to give me a little show, don't deny it."

"You've got to be kidding me. I didn't give you any show. Forgive me for being drunk and tired. Forgive me for being too clumsy and lazy to put on PJs last night." Elena tossed her hands in the air as she continued to apologize in her best sarcastic tone.

"No need for apologies. I liked it." Damon leaned closer to her face, sitting on the bed with her now.

"You're gross." She spread her palm and pushed him away.

"I'm not even sure why you're still hiding them in the covers. I've seen it all now."

Elena tried to compose her blushing face by looking anywhere besides his face. He continued with the small jabs, his stupid one liners as he picked apart at the situation and would hold it over her head for weeks to come, maybe years. Her eyes fell downward and discovered something for her own. She smirked. Her leverage at sharing both the humiliation of the scene.

"As far as I can tell, I'm not the only one who should be embarrassed." Elena said, a smile grew across her face. This halted Damon's for a moment. He quirked a brow while staring at her. She raised hers before dropping her eyes to his crotch.

The silhouette of his cock was obvious in his jeans. Damon's member stood tall like an eager flag pole. Elena could even see a pulse pumping through it. She smirked at Damon.

"Want to help me out with it then?" Damon said, no shame or humiliation ever struck him. Elena pulled back.

"You're so gross!"

"You pointed it out."