The Look In His Eyes
That night was terrible for Elena; she couldn't sleep. All she could do was toss and turn in her empty king-size bed. So Elena threw off her covers and slipped out of her room, trying not to wake Damon, into the wide-spaced living room.
A faint moaning noise in the distance interrupted her thoughts as she was boiling some hot water.
"What is that?" she thought tiptoeing to the door of Damon's room; it was louder there. Through a crack in his door she saw everything.
A woman bouncing on top of him. Their naked flesh hitting each other and everything on full show.
Elena covered her eyes and ran back into her room, her earlier intentions disappearing.
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The next morning Damon was stood in his boxer shorts cooking something, that smelt delicious, on the stove. Assuming it was for him and that woman Elena walked over to the cupboard and got out a bowl.
"Don't you want the food I'm making for you?" He said with mock sadness.
"Ummm yeh, but..." She said hesitantly. "But..." Damon said tapping his foot annoyingly. "Well I heard moaning, I saw... And I assumed," Elena said embarrassed. "Ohhhhhh," Damon said and he started laughing. He carried on, "No I kick them out when I'm done with them." " So you are a man slut," Elena concluded laughing. "Yeh, you could put it that way..." he said not caring.
Their playful banter carried on throughout the breakfast until Elena said "Can we discuss our living arrangements properly?" "What is there too discuss?" The Damon asked. "I'm letting you stay here as long as you want. What more is there?"
Elena was thinking how to phrase the question she wanted to ask; "ground rules?" she said.
"ugggghhh, Rules!" Damon said after a minute. "Like what? "Like being quieter in the bed room and giving me some warning before... Y'know."
Damon started to laugh, "Ok. Anything else?"
Elena thought "Yes. You have to give me the syrup," She stated laughing.
Damon froze looking at her with his pulchritudinous, ocean eyes.
"Nope." Damon said popping the "p" as he said it.
Elena got up from the ivory dining chair and sighed. "well I will have to get it myself," She said and sprinted round the table, only to jump onto his back.
If anyone walked in at this time now then it would look very peculiar. Damon was wearing nothing but boxers; Elena was wearing some deep blue pyjama shorts ,barely covering her bronze butt cheeks, and a tight vest top.
"You are so annoying!" Elena said as she wrapped her legs around his torso. "Well life sucks, but you look very sexy when you're angry," He said seductively while dropping her on the sofa.
Elena grabbed his arm and he spun round. Their lips skimmed together and a jolt of electricity that coursed through her body.
Damon pulled her close to him and lifted her chin. for what felt like eternity to Elena they gazed into each others eyes. The look in his eyes was lust. There was a knock on the door...