Morning, Sugar

Elena blinked; her eyes were still heady from sleep. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar. "Where am I?" Wait not, that unfamiliar. Her eyes widened. The Salvatore mansion... more specifically Damon's room.

"Good morning sleepy head," a warm voice greeted her. Damon was lying next to her propped up on one elbow looking like the cat that got the cream.

"Damon?" Elena sounded uncertain. "Uh. Give me a sec." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and started again. She rolled over onto her side to face him. "Where you watching me sleep?"

"No, way too corny. Used my vamp speed to get back in here when I heard you wake up."

"You heard me wake up?"

"Oh mattress, springs getting a bit noisy. Guess I've given it a bit too much of a workout."

"Damon!" Elena complained, hitting him playfully with her free hand.

"Hey you knew who I was last night," he reminded her. "So,.. Breakfast?" he raised an eyebrow. For all his false bravado Elena sensed he was a little uncertain. Last night had been a step, a big step. But it didn't make them husband and wife, there was a long way to go before they'd be comfortable being more than just close friends that flirted.

"You've got breakfast?"

"Either that or you could be my breakfast," he teased gazing longingly at her neck and gently brushing her hair with his hand. It was the first time they'd touched that morning and the electricity practically crackled between them.

She ignored it, made a face and hit him again, "I'm not your personal snack bar, go get a blood bag if you're hungry."

"But the taste couldn't compare..."

"Save it."

Damon shrugged and changed tact, snuggling a little closer. His hand gently dancing down her arm, along her side, down her leg. Elena shivered, but she wasn't cold.

"So how do you like your coffee? Milk?" Elena nodded slightly as Damon leant towards her. "Sugar?" he whispered. Elena nodded slightly, unable to move away not certain enough to move closer. Damon moved closer still, kissed her mouth tentatively at first, and then when she responded more ardently. "Just checking," he whispered when he pulled away, for a moment he looked both supremely satisfied and relieved. A second later he was gone.

"Damon?" Elena called, shocked and a little hurt. Had she done something wrong?

"Got it," Damon called, ripping back into the room, coffee in hand. "White with two sugars," he grinned.

"Show off!" Elena complained, but she sat up and took the coffee gratefully. It was perfect, warm hot and sweet. As nice as the kissing and the touching was, as right as it felt, it was still new and unusual and it was nice to do something normal.

Then she heard a familiar voice at the front door, "Elena? Damon?" Stefan was home. Elena winced. Please God, if you have any control over vampires, and I sort of doubt they're your area, don't let Damon be a total jerk about this, she prayed silently. It might not help but it couldn't hurt. This was going to be bad in so many different ways.

Disclaimer – still not mine. Darn!

A/N – More or leave it there? Up to you dear readers.