"Wake up."
A leather jacket fell onto my bed. I stirred in bed.
"Come on, Elena."
I heard the drapes fly open and light flooded my room. I groaned.
"Nooooo."
I heard a chuckle and felt the bed deepen beside me.
"Wake up, Elena. I'm taking you out."
I slowly batted my eyes open to find Damon mere inches from my face. I leapt out of bed instantly, pulling my sheets up to cover my nearly naked body.
"Damon?! What are you doing in my bed?" He flicked his eyes over me, but made no move to get up. "I'm taking you out." I ran my free hand through my hair in frustration. "What? Out?" He nodded. "Yes. Out. You said you came her three months early to get acclimated. Well, I'm here-" he looked me over, slowly. "Ready to acclimate you." I groaned and wrapped my sheets around my body.
"Damon, no! I have plans today! You can't just show up in my room at-" I checked the clock on my phone. "Eight am and expect me to come with you!" He propped himself up on his elbow. "What plans?"
I practically growled in disbelief. "I was going to study and read and…" I trailed off, realizing how lame my so called "plans" sounded. Damon laughed and threw my jacket at me. I caught it and the sheet fell, leaving me almost naked.
Damon barely even blinked, just climbed out of my bed and began making his way to the door. "I'll take you to breakfast. I know a great little place in the city." I nodded, blushing red as a cherry. He stopped in my doorway. "Oh, and Elena. Maybe where something less revealing." He smirked. "Or don't."
I slammed the door behind him and buried my face in my hands, entirely mortified. I pulled on jeans and a red tank top and looked in the mirror. I weighed my options and then decided to throw the leather jacket on over it.
I headed out into the living room, fully prepared to argue for my right to stay in and study. Damon looked me over, nodded and grabbed his keys off the counter. "No, Damon wait." He headed out into the hallway so I chased after him.
"Damon…" He continued to walk. I furrowed my brow in irritation and planted my feet on the ground, grabbing him by the elbow and pulling him back towards me. "Damon. I have no plans to go anywhere with you."
He looked around the hallway and then back at me with a cocked eyebrow. "Oh?" I nodded. "I only followed you out into the hallway, because I had to tell you that. I'm not going anywhere with you." He leaned forward, so that his chest was barely touching mine and his lips were in my ear.
I glanced over at him, his face sculpted and pale. Everything in my body wanted him to shove me up against the wall and kiss me until I felt faint. I wanted him to run his hands across my skin and lift me up against the wall, fucking me rough and quick and passionately. My heart thumped in my chest.
I closed my eyes and shoved the lascivious thoughts out of my head. He moved so close that one of his legs was in between mine and I could feel his breath on my neck. "You never planned to come with me?"
I swallowed hard and nodded. "No. I never planned to come with you." He pushed even closer, making me take a quick and ragged breath. "Then why did you get dressed?" He hissed each word into my ear with such syrupy softness that my knees grew weak and my heart began to beat hard underneath my breasts.
He pulled away slightly and looked at me, blinking slowly. Then he smirked and pulled away, walking off down the hallway and leaving me completely stunned. I sighed and headed off down the hallway after him.
He looked over at me, surprised. I nodded. "Alright?" He raised an eyebrow. "Alright?" I nodded again. "Alright. I'll come to breakfast. You said there was a cute place in the city. I like pancakes."
He smiled. "Okay. You can get pancakes." I stared him down. "Then I'm going to study." He shrugged. "Or we could visit a rollercoaster or a bookstore or a strip club." I laughed. "Oh for sure. Very likely."
Butter melted down my hill of pancakes and slipped onto the cold white surface of the plate. I slit it with my fork and gently lifted it into my mouth before looking up at Damon. I wiped my mouth gently with a napkin.
Damon bit his lip and watched me carefully. I laughed and covered my mouth with a napkin. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He shook his head and turned back to his plate, getting a forkful of eggs.
"Looking at you like what?" I took another bite of pancakes and raised an eyebrow. "Like that? The same way you look at the dogs on the street." He chuckled under his breath. "You don't make it sound very nice." I glanced up at him. "I wasn't under the impression that it was."
He flicked those piercing blue eyes up and smirked. "I smile at the dogs because they're… cute." I paused and set my fork down. "Cute?" He nodded and I thought I could see a blush creeping up on his cheeks.
I smiled and finished my pancakes. He finished his own breakfast and when we were both done we looked up at each other. He ran his fingers through his hair. "I suppose you should get back to studying…"
I nodded. "I suppose I should." He took a drink of his tea and set it down softly. "Or…" I looked up from the table. "Or?" He shrugged. "Or we could do something." I smiled softly. "You did promise me a strip club."
He laughed. "A strip club? At eleven o'clock am on a Tuesday?" I had been completely joking, but his amusement made me irritable. "Well why not? They're open aren't they?" He searched my face, as if to see if it was a joke.
I held his eye contact and set my fork down, grabbing my purse off of the back of my wicker chair. "Well? Are you coming or not?" He shook his head in surprise and put the correct amount of money on the table before standing up.
