I do not own TVD or TO
Drabbles... drabbles... I love writing drabbles.
He rifled through drawers before moving to the closet and flipping through the hangers. It was a rare occasion when he dressed casually, but when he did he had a favorite grey sweater; it was the one he would wear in the evenings after dealing with whatever mess his little brother had managed to cook up during the day.
He loved that sweater and he couldn't find it anywhere.
"Elena?" He called down the hall.
Her voice came back almost immediately from the study.
"Elijah?"
"Have you seen my hoodie?"
There was a beat of hesitation before her answer came, a little too high.
"Noooo…"
He sighed when she drew out the word.
"You're wearing it aren't you?"
He followed his ears to her little writing nook and felt his lips quirk up in a smile when he saw her.
"It smells like you," she shrugged by way of apology, "and I was cold."
She drew back the blanket revealing her bare legs and stood so his sweatshirt fell to the middle of her thighs. Flashing him a flirtatious smile she fingered the hem.
"Do you want it back?"
I'm going to leave this open for future drabbles, maybe I'll even try to do one a day