A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long! It isn't even that long/good either, but I found out I got into the university I wanted! That, of course meant celebrations which ended in me getting a cold, I can't even..ANYWAY that is why this took so long, is short and not the best, but I really wanted to get something out to everyone. Gonna try and write chpt. 12 today as well and I think it will be in Damon's POV :) Review as always. Thanks! xoxo (Disclaimer: I own nothing)
I awoke the next morning sprawled across Damon's naked and now healed chest and decided to enjoy the moment of peace and intimacy before he woke up. Knowing that the second he did our weird "relationship" would be changed forever didn't sit well with me.
'Wait just a little bit longer.'
'Wait! Just a little bit longer!'
'No kooky, I say we play it and we play it now!'
'Fine press play.' I huffed and flopped backwards on the bed. We were both in only our underwear yet felt completely comfortable, and I guess after the kitchen incident of six days ago there was no need to feel awkward.
'If I vomit Salvatore you have to clean it up' Pointing at him as I spoke. He gave me a pointed look and handed me two bottles of beer. Why did I get myself into these situations? I was already swaying a bit and my mind was very clouded but I still let him convince me to do this. Stubbing out my cigarette I reached over for the first bottle as Damon pressed play on the CD player.
'Ready kooky?'
'Yeah, yeah whatever Salvatore.' I slurred out before he chuckled and pecked me on the nose.
'ROXAAANNEE'
'Drink kooky!' oh my god why did I get myself into?
'I'm drinking, I'm drinking!' I slurred, man I really didn't want to play this game. As much fun as it was to drink every time Sting wailed out Roxanne I was becoming increasingly distracted by Damon's state of undress. An idea began to form in my head and I began to crawl across the bed towards him.
'No kooky...No sexy-times, we're still playing the game.'
'Sexy-times, seriously? Sexy-times? Salvatore you have reached new levels of immaturity.'
'Well I do try for you Kooky.' He smirked before he began drinking in sync with the chorus of the song. This was going to be harder than I first thought. I couldn't help it if I felt the need to touch him all of the time, especially when he was only in his underwear. Crawling into his lap despite his protests and attempts to shrink away I leant down to whisper into his ear.
'But I want you inside of me, baby.' Biting his earlobe as I finished the line. I wanted to be joined with him, share that closeness, the intimacy that I had never experienced before him.
'I want to feel you...Everywhere.' I was so sure this would work, I even ran my tongue around the shell of his ear for good measure. Damon placed his beer bottle to the ground and flopped backwards on the bed taking me with him, dizzy and giggling. My internal victory dance was halted however when he rolled over, taking me with him. Was he star-fishing me?
'There you go, now do you feel me everywhere?' He slurred into my ear. His weight crushing into my chest. Who'd have thought? Damon Salvatore: star-fishing expert extraordinaire.
'Not quite everywhere..' I wheezed out. His weight shifted above me and he shifted his arms so we were holding hands, his thumbs running along my skin.
'There is that better?' He sighed contentedly into my hair before running his nose down my neck inhaling deeply. Gently rubbing his hands as well I nuzzled into his neck and softly kissed the skin there. Knowing that I wasn't gonna get any sex tonight and Damon was about to pass out from the alcohol I decided to let it go and just try and roll him off of me.
'Yeah thats much better.' I murmured into his skin. We laid like that for a while, inhaling the scent of each other's neck until his weight became unbearable and I had to roll him off. When all that happened was a rough grunt I had to giggle before deploying my second plan of action: wriggle. Slowly but surely I pulled myself out from underneath him and drew in some well needed oxygen. A mumbled version of my name came from his side of the bed and I felt an arm grasping out for my waist.
'Hmm.'
'Hmm.' Oh shit. No no no no. I needed more time to prepare for his reaction when he woke up and instead I thought about him star-fishing me. The even rise and fall of his chest under my cheek notified me that he was, in fact, still sleeping. An internal debate began to rage in my head. Do I sneak out? I had no clue what I was going to say to him when he woke up and I had a weird idea that if I just laid as still as possible then he would never wake up and our "relationship" wouldn't have to face the aftermath of last night. Not being able to sink to the point of sneaking out I decided to choose cowardly option number two: pretend to be sleeping. The second I felt his body stir beneath me my eyes flew shut, my mind unwilling to face reality and in complete objection of the idea of seeing him after the night before. I began to develop a thought in my head, my cowardice was good, it gave him tim to deal with what was going on, move past any embarrassment and prepare himself to open up to me.
I continued my forced breathing pattern and illusion of sleep even when he began to slide out from underneath me. Outwardly I appeared calm and rested, the internal situation was a different matter, I think I must have screamed FUCK twenty times in a row every time he managed to remove a part of himself from beneath me.
It felt as if all hope had been lost when I felt the bed shift and him stand up from the mattress. If it wasn't for the gentle hand running through my hair or the kiss on the forehead I would have thought I had lost him completely. When I heard him start dressing I stretched my eye open slowly and pretended to wake up.
He wasn't facing me and was therefore unaware that I was watching him as he hastily pulled on his jeans and a T-shirt.
'Hey.' I mumbled as I sat up on my elbows.
'Oh, hey Lena, look I gotta go, sorry but I'm really late..' At the first signs of him trying to avoid this and run I hopped onto my knees on the bed and crawled to the edge, towards him.
'Damon, don't.'
'Don't what?'
'Run out and pretend like nothing happened..'
'I'm not.'
'Oh Damon, you really are though, maybe we could just..'
'NO ELENA! Not all of us are like you, we don't have this weird, kooky mind where we think it is okay to just say whatever we are thinking and get people around us to purge or share something through some stupid game! Welcome to the real world, sometimes people don't just want to play games and twirl around everywhere..'
'That's not wha..'
'Look I have to go, okay? Bye.' He finished sharply as he tugged on his shirt and stormed out, slamming every door behind him.
Well, that could have gone better.
