My Paper Mistletoe
Chapter Four
"That's my cue." Damon whispered as he softly placed Elena on the wood floor of her bedroom his arms sliding slowly from around her waist.
Elena sighed at the loss of contact, her hands sliding from his shoulders. She heard the laughter from downstairs as Caroline and Bonnie argued over whose house had the best lights this year.
She watched as Damon pulled away from her, reaching for his jacket before slipping it on.
"You don't have to go." Elena couldn't stop the words as they fell from her lips. Her eyes snapped to his as he froze, clearly as taken aback. He quickly pushed it aside with a smile, continuing to her window.
"I don't want Alaric to stake me." Damon said sarcastically, turning so he was facing her.
Elena couldn't help the small laughter that erupted in her throat, funny how the history teacher had become such a father figure in just the past year.
"No, I wouldn't want that either." She commented.
Damon gave her a small smile, opening her window before climbing out onto the roof.
"I'll see you tomorrow ok." He said as he climbed out onto the roof, looking over his shoulder at her.
Elena nodded, smiling sweetly back at him "Come early! I want you to cook."
Damon rolled his eyes shaking his head as he chuckled softly. He turned away from her then, bracing himself for his leap to the ground below.
He stopped however when her voice called out to him. He turned so he was facing her, and watched as she quickly walked across the room, kneeling on her window seat as she leaned slightly out the window.
"Your gonna come early right?" she asked her eyes searching his. She didn't want to sound desperate, but she knew that was the way it came out. Truthfully she didn't him to cook, she just wanted to be with him again as soon as possible.
She knew it was wrong, to feel these things just a few weeks after letting Stefan go, but she was sick of fighting these feelings.
Damon's eyes looked deep into hers, a crooked smile creeping across his face.
"Sure." He answered, his voice soft as he spoke.
Elena smiled brightly, nodding her head.
"Great! I'll bake the cookies! You take care of the food. I'll tell Caroline to take care of the cupcakes, and Bonnie can make…whatever!" Elena said throwing her hands up slightly as she let out a laugh.
Damon smiled as her laughter filled his ears; it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. It filled his soul and if it was possible it might even make is unbeating heart start again.
Her eyes locked with his again, her laughter dying just slightly.
She wasn't sure who moved first, but it was as if gravity pulled them toward one another and just moments later his lips were brushing against hers.
This time, the kiss was not forced, it was not out of sadness, and it was not a goodbye.
She reached upwards her fingers gripping his leather jacket as she pulled him closer to her; he cupped her face gently in his hands as he moved his lips against hers. The winter air cool against her skin that burned under his soft touch.
Her heart hammered in her chest as he pulled back, allowing her to breath as his head rested against hers.
Their breath turned to fog before them, intertwining, before evaporating into the cool night air.
She made no effort to move, she held onto him as she shook lightly from the cold as it tickled her bare arms.
"It's cold outside." She whispered lightly, causing Damon to chuck softly.
"Yes, it is." He said pulling back just slightly so he could look at her.
"How about you come back inside?" Once again, Elena Gilbert surprised him. He looked at her with great interest as she gracefully took his hand in hers. His ring cool against her fingers as she tried to pull him back into her room.
Damon didn't fight her; he climbed back through her window. A smile spread out across his face as he heard her shut it softly behind him.
She smiled up at him as she walked across the room cleaning the bed of all the junk food and movies from earlier that night. With one quick flick of her wrists the blanket went up, and he heard the crumbs of four different flavors of chips, animal crackers, and popcorn fall to the wood floor.
When she was finally finished, Damon shrugged off his jacket and boots. He threw his jacket over the chair against the wall before placing his boots beside it. Elena brushed a lock of her brunette hair behind her ear as she pulled back the covers, before grabbing two more pillows from her closet.
She placed the pillows against her headboard and climbed into the right side of the bed. Damon climbed in after her, resting his head on the pillow with a smile.
"Damn, if I would have known it was this easy to get you in bed I would have found that paper mistletoe a long time ago." He said sarcastically causing Elena to roll her eyes.
She reached over and flicked off her lamp before settling back into the bed so she was facing him.
"You know what I want for Christmas?" he asked.
Elena nuzzled her head into her pillow as her eyes locked with his.
"What?" she asked her voice laced with curiosity.
"To wake up tomorrow, and realize that none of this was a dream."
Elena stared at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his as a wave of sadness washed over her.
She reached over, placing a hand upon his cheek giving him a soft smile.
"Well, that makes the two of us."
Damon smiled back his eyes sparkling in the dim moonlight that shone through her bedroom window.
Elena closed her eyes, as she pushed herself closer to him on the bed feeling comfort in his presence as he relaxed beside her. She felt his arm snake protectively around her settling on her back as he pulled her close.
She relished in this moment, the sound of her twisted family's laughter filling the first floor of her home, the Christmas music that played softly in the background, the warmth and love she felt in the arms of the man/vampire who loved her. She knew it wouldn't last long, these small moments in their crazy lives. So she enjoyed them while they lasted.
Even though she wanted nothing more than to spend Christmas with her mom and dad, she knew that life was gone. Christmas was about making memories and with who better than her twisted crazy family?
As for Damon Salvatore, maybe Christmas wasn't all that bad…well, as long as Elena Gilbert was involved he was going to be just fine.
A/N So did I do good for my first TVD fanfic (that I've published anyway)? I don't really know how Damon and Stefan's mother dies, so I just made something up. Please forgive me if I get some stuff wrong. I watch the show I didn't really read the books.
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