10:
December 10, 1996
Elena & Caroline's Residence, Birmingham MI
Damon had an address scribbled on a piece of paper. Once he confirmed that he was at the right apartment, he rapped on the mahogany door in front of him. An obviously exhausted Elena answered. She narrowed her eyes at him for a second, then growled menacingly when she recognized him. "Damon Salvatore, do you ever leave me alone?"
"Well, top of the morning to you too! You can only wish that I came to see you. I'm here to pick up Klaus. We need to get to practice, we have an important game against the Oilers tonight," Damon explained.
"I think Klaus and Caroline are still asleep. Why don't you wait for them in the living room?" Elena suggested, as she opened the door to let him in. "Sorry, you'll have to make yourself at home, I'm way too tired to wait on you hand and foot. There are drinks in the fridge, food in the cupboards. You can entertain yourself with some TV. Um…We have magazines on the coffee table. We don't have 'Playboy', but we have some Victoria's Secret catalogues near the bottom of the stack. Excuse me, I have to go back to bed." Elena tiredly trudged back to her room.
Damon sprawled out on the living room couch and searched for the Victoria's Secret catalogue. When he unearthed it, he leisurely flipped through its pages. Exquisite creatures tempted him, as they modeled Victoria's Secret lingerie. Bras and panties embraced every last curve on the female form. A European model sporting a sexy black bra and panty set reminded him of Elena. "How great would Elena look in that," he deliberated. A muffled conversation disrupted his whims. Damon pressed his ear to the wall and attempted to interpret the murmurs.
"…Matt, we can't, Damon's in the living room…what if he hears us…" a distinctly female voice protested.
"…Oh God…he's here…well, I guess you're right…we can't possibly do it if he's in the living room…um…you mind if I go out and talk to him?" a male voice slurred.
"…hello, do I even exist right now?…ever since you met him, it's been Damon this, Damon that…I thought you were here to visit me?" a noticeably offended Elena protested.
"…sorry, Sweetie…it's just that, there's something I wanted to ask him, and I didn't get the chance to at lunch…it'll only take a minute…" Matt assured.
"…I change my mind…I want you to make love to me now …" Elena insisted.
"Oh Fuck," Damon cursed aloud. How could he possibly continue eavesdropping? He paced back and forth for a few minutes and then decided on his course of action. He marched up to Elena's door, but then reconsidered. When a female moan migrated to his ears, his hand willingly pounded on the door. Elena hurriedly snatched Matt's shirt and pulled it over her head. Matt struggled to squeeze into a pair of pants and practically tripped over in the process. The couple finally opened the door.
"Damon, what's up?" Elena calmly probed.
"Um…I just…uh… wanted…to…say hi to Matt. Hi Matt! And…I also wanted…um…to see if you needed that Vicki's Secret catalogue," Damon stuttered, his face turning an interesting shade of crimson.
"Damon, Damon, Damon. Sex, it's always about the sex," a somnolent Caroline yawned, while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Soon after, Klaus emerged from Caroline's room.
"Uh…come on Klaus, we need to get to practise. Uh…Matt, why don't we um…get together for dinner or something, get Elena to call me later," Damon gestured, as he dragged Klaus by the collar.
"What's his problem?" Caroline grunted, as she entered the kitchen. Elena simply shrugged her shoulders.
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