Easter Surprise
Summary – A little Easter Delena fluff.
D/C: The Vampire Diaries and its characters are not mine.
"Close your eyes," Damon insisted. He was lying beside Elena on her bed, propped up on one elbow facing her.
"Why? What?" Elena began to protest.
"Don't make me compel you," Damon warned.
"Whatever," Elena closed her eyes.
"Now open your mouth."
"Damon!" Elena whined.
"Come on," Damon coaxed, his liquid voice ebbing away at her resolve.
Elena sighed. She already hated how ridiculous she felt, laying there her eyes closed but he wasn't going to give up so she gave in.
Damon rewarded her by gently placing a tiny shard of warm bitter chocolate on her tongue. Elena closed her mouth and let it melt. She smiled. "Dark chocolate,…. hmm."
Damon smiled with satisfaction. "Happy Easter," he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her neck, "But keep your eyes closed." He bent over her and somehow even with her eyes closed she felt his approach. He kissed her deeply and the after taste of rich dark chocolate filled her mouth. "Now open," he added, touching her lips gently with his finger.
This time the shard of chocolate was milky and creamy. White chocolate. Damon repeated the process and this time Elena felt far less ridiculous, swept up in the anticipation of the creamy kiss the followed the sweet chocolate.
"One more," Damon whispered, and this time it was full flavoured milk chocolate. The flavour was mild but the kiss that followed was crushing as Elena reached for him and threaded her fingers into his hair.
"Thank you," she whispered when they parted, eyes finally meeting as they grinned at each other.
"That's just the beginning, now it's time for the easter egg hunt."
"You hit eggs?" Elena asked surprised. It sounded so… domestic, so un-Damon-like.
"Only in this room, and maybe a few other places," he wiggled his eyebrows, "I'd hurry before they melt, or not," he grinned.
Elena picked up a pillow and hit him with it but she wasn't really complaining, not really, she was grateful that he was making an effort, helping her hold onto the little human traditions and observances that could so easily slip by when they were so preoccupied with the supernatural.