Ahem… review… pretty please with a naked damon on top… and chocolate sauce… and a cherry. Wait!. No cherry…. Or the please in fact… Just Damon and the chocolate sauce! : )
The empty Vodka bottle tumbled to the old wooden floor. Damon, startled by the sudden thud in the other wise quiet house, fluttered his eyes open, the thick lashes tickling Elena's cheeks. She remained in a sexy slumber, but her arm rose to gently scrub the tickling area of her cheek. He released the breath he was holding, the air catching wisps of her hair. He couldn't help but notice how the sun filtered through the thin crème curtains, illuminating her pale skin, where exposed from the safety of her favourite t-shirt, as if being caressed by moonlight. He gazed at her for a long time, drinking in all he could get. The tiny shudder caused him to drag the duvet further up the bed - he didn't want his angel to become ill now, did he?
He turned his head to watch the last remnants of the clear liquid drip from the neck of the old bottle - what a waste, not that he'd had enough last night! As he turned his head he felt a strange jolt of pain travel through his jaw, he'd obviously not had enough blood last night to help counteract the effects of his broken jaw. Although, the alcohol and drugs probably didn't help last night, not that they had much affect on him. His father always seemed to bring out the worst in his character, he found, after a couple of years, pretending that the alcohol would help, seemed to actually help.
The tickle of fingers on his bare back signalled that Elena was awake. Unlike him, she could still suffer from a hangover - for now. She groaned in pain, and he felt her shift on the bed - looking for those familiar pills to eradicate the feeling of drills in her head. However, she replaced her fingers with soft lips instead. It felt as if she was leaving permanent patterns etched onto his skin, puncturing deeper into his flesh - and onto his soul (if he had a soul, that is!)
"Morning…" She sweetly, yet seductively, whispered into his ear. Nipping his ear lobe with her teeth.
She was the true meaning of 'friends with benefits': Elena was his best friend, his rock; no, his guardian angel! And her benefits: her button nose; the way her lips curled into a cheeky, but sly, smile; those eyes (anyone with eyes like that would definitely have a soul); the way she could just 'be' with him… It was everything about here. Plus, the sex was amazing.
Elena's lips travelled up towards his neck, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin - that was her aphrodisiac, before biting down hard. It wouldn't have hurt him, she knew this, but he still yelped out and flipped his body over. Her long hair tickle his chest as she leaned down for the usual morning kiss. This time it was different though; she covered his mouth with hers, using her tongue to again access further, deeper, she groaned in delight as he obeyed her command. Damon's hands wrapped and tangled their way through her hair, to then pull her face closer to his before rolling over and on top. Content that she would stay like this, he unravelled one hand to gently feel his way down her body. The cool lick of breeze on her stomach was her first notification that he was pushing her thin t-shit upward. He had managed to arch her back to give way for the mere cotton to be pushed up and left to pool above her breasts. Breaking the kiss, it was now his turn to explore; licking, kissing his way down her neck, she immediately arched her back as he found his mouth pulling on her sensitive breasts. She groaned as he brought his face back up to meet hers and instead pursued his exploration with his hands, squeezing and groping very inch of bare skin he could find and finally resting for her breasts. She arched her back pushing her small mounds further into his palm.
Damon suddenly giggled.
"What?" A panic over took Elena, "What's wrong?.. Stop laughing your making me paranoid!"
"I'm sorry sweet cheeks… I just love how I can manipulate your body in anyway I want" He kissed the lines that seemed to be attached to her forehead. "And, you take Vervain regularly. I'm good…" he closed his eyes, quietly gloating and drinking up the ecstasy of remaining passion, until a pillow crashed into the side of his head.
"First of all: 'Sweet Cheeks', and second: don't gloat. You look and sound like a dick!" Her hands trailed up and over his bare chest, trying to push him off her. Reluctantly he obeyed.
They both led side by side, still breathing heavily and he 'Sailor' creating a 'mini - tent' from the bed sheets. Through a strained giggle Damon used the sweetest voice he could muster to complain: "Awww but, liccle sailor still wants to play hide-and-go-peek…" Elena wasn't having any of it. She flipped over to face the wall, mumbling something incoherently into her weapon: the pillow. "Ellie-doodles." His childish voice continued, but gaining no reply. Plan B then. Clearing his throat, Damon prepared his most serious voice: "Excuse me? I couldn't help but notice that you are upset with me. I apologise for calling you sweet cheeks, but you have to admit, you do have very sweet cheeks and it seemed a good fit." He paused, waiting for anything other than her gentle breathing, and the strumming of her heart. "Elena?" He tried again. Two could play that game, he thought, it seemed that it wasn't only his father that could bring out his 'bad' streak. "Okay, fine. You back to sleep. I'm just going to go home, anyway." - No response.
Hehe. I like it… second upload tonight… I've nearly finished editing the third chapter… Please review : )