Disclaimer: Don't own Vampire Diaries or the characters *sniffle*. Just the plot.
Epilogue: The Better Brother
Dear diary,
It's been two weeks since the brothers' fight, two weeks since I broke up with Stefan.
Two weeks and it's still strange to me to wake up in the morning and find Damon sitting on my window seat, or Damon being the last thing I see before I shut my eyes at night. Two weeks and other people still can't believe that Damon and I are together. I know that they talk behind my back about it, they whisper things, but to be honest, Damon's I-don't-give-a-damn attitude has rubbed off on me.
Elena smiled as she felt fingers run through her hair, twisting in her curls. She wasn't surprised when her hair was moved to the side and soft lips were pressed to her neck.
Damon is very… persistent. I promise that I will finish this entry when he leaves.
If he leaves…
Elena closed her diary, throwing it and the pen onto her desk before dropping her head back, resting it on Damon's shoulder.
"Do I have your undivided attention now?" he asked softly in her ear, and Elena smiled up at him.
"Jealous of a book now?" she teased, leaning back against his chest, shutting her eyes when he wrapped his arms round her and hugged her close.
"Jealous? You are sorely mistaken, princess. Why would I be jealous of a book when I can just rip it from your hands, throw it away, and have my wicked way with you?"
Elena laughed and lifted her head slightly to kiss his jaw. Damon smirked down at her, pressing his lips to hers for a moment before placing kisses down the elegant column of her neck, stopping at the curve where her neck met her shoulders, keeping his mouth pressed against that spot. Elena gasped as the lips were replaced with his teeth, his fangs sinking into her skin. She melted into him, closing her eyes as he sucked at the wound he'd created.
Her life had changed drastically two weeks ago, and the change was for the better. Damon was the perfect gentleman… who was she kidding? He was still the same annoying, egotistical jerk he'd always been; only now he was her annoying, egotistical jerk.
If Elena told everyone that he was actually very sweet when he needed to be, and a really understanding person, she'd either get laughed at or told off by Damon for 'ruining his image'. Elena snorted at that. Damon pulled away from her throat and looked at her quizzically. She laughed again and kissed him, not caring that she could taste her own blood in his mouth.
Elena smiled as she broke their kiss and turned to face him, sat in his lap, before relaxing in his arms, resting her head against his chest. Damon was just so… right for her. He was always the first and last thing she saw before waking up or going to sleep, and he always teased her or made those snide but funny comments that made her laugh, not to mention he was an absolute god in bed. She raised a hand and placed it on his chest, fingers splayed, right above his heart. Every time she breathed, she breathed in his scent; a delicious mix of his cologne, scotch, and the outdoors. She shut her eyes sighed, happy to just be in his embrace.
Damon tangled a hand in her hair, twisting strands of it round his fingers. Elena looked up at him and smiled, her eyes bright and warm, a look that she only gave him, before resting her head back on his chest, her eyes fluttering shut again.
He'd never thought that anyone would mean as much to him. But here was this little human… and she was his world. He loved to tease her to test her reaction; he loved the way her heart would pound hard in her chest when he looked at her with that half-smile half-smirk. He loved how she trusted him with her body, letting her hold her tightly in his arms, despite knowing that he had the strength to break her in two. But she wasn't scared. She treated him with kindness and… love? He wasn't sure about that, but he knew that he felt something akin to love for her.
He bent his head down so his mouth was to her ear, and whispered, "Elena… I love you…"
Elena's open hand on his chest closed, her fingers clutching his black shirt. She sat up and looked into those beautiful blue eyes of his. "I love you too, Damon. I love you too."
A broad smile spread across his face, and he kissed her chastely, his hold on her tightening momentarily.
"I knew it."
Elena rolled her eyes and hit him playfully. "You're so cocky, aren't you?"
Damon grinned. "But you love me for it."
C'est fini!
Just some fluffy stuff to finish with, though I think I started rambling in the middle. Hmmm…
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed (I heart you!) and to everyone who's stuck with this little story of mine.
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Luna xxx
