A/N: Hello! This was a struggle to write, but I think I got there and I hope you like it. Also, If you haven't, please check out my other story Nothing Else Matters. Love you all and on with the chapter!

11: Starlight

It was gone midnight and Elena was nibbling on a sandwich and nursing a steaming coffee to try and keep herself awake. They were currently between takes and she was trying to do anything to get some energy back into herself to get herself through the next six-ish hours of shooting. But she had to admit, sitting on a hill where she could see the whole of Los Angeles lit up at night, was a breath taking sight.

But what was even more breath taking, according to Damon that was, was watching Elena wrapped up in her big pink blanket, lost in thought as she gazed into the night, her delicate features illuminated by the soft moonlight. He itched to kiss her right there and then, and he would have if it hadn't been for the crew and Alaric lurking about, so he held back. Instead, he saved it for later, when he could have her all to himself. He walked over and sat down on the ground next to her, taking in the view.

"Have you changed your mind about the blanket burrito offer?" She raised her eyebrows, grinning.

"Nope. Damon Salvatore does not wear a pink blanket." He assured her. Because, however appealing being wrapped up with Elena sounded, he wasn't sure he would be able to control himself when he did climb under said blanket with her.

"Your loss. It's really snuggly." She nuzzled into the blanket to show him what he was missing.

"Tease." He murmured, leaning over to her briefly.

She was just about to make a retort when Rebekah walked over to join them, cradling her own coffee. So she turned her attention to the blonde, deciding to have a little fun. "Damon's insulting my blanket." She said with a pout.

"This blanket?" The blonde asked, lifting it up and sitting under it with Elena. "Clearly he doesn't know just how warm and cosy it is."

Oh, he did. But Rebekah didn't need to know how he knew that. No, she didn't need to know that he had been under that very blanket with Elena, naked. "I'm just fine without the blanket." He told the girls, ignoring the chill his thin jacket was doing nothing to help with.

They managed to wrap just before the sun began to rise and Elena was now in the trailer, scrubbing the makeup off her face that had been there for the best part of fourteen hours with several touch ups in between. She was desperate for a shower and her bed, now that idea was finally in sight.

Damon entered the trailer, grabbing a wipe and began removing his own makeup and she simply watched him, a smile playing on his lips as he cleaned his face. "Stop watching me, darling. It's distracting." He said, huskily, looking over to where she was stood.

"Sweetie, I can so what I like." She replied, a smirk playing on her lips.

Damon stood up and walked up to where Elena was stood, pushing her legs apart with his foot, standing in between them.

"The things I want to do to you." He mumbled against her lips. His eyes were dark, gazing straight into hers, blue meeting brown. He wanted so much to consume her right here, but he held back. His hands gripped onto his hips, pushing his into her own. She let out a quiet moan, gently tugging at his hair.

"Damon…" She breathed, desperately trying to regain control of her body, but the gaze he was giving her gave her body a mind of its own.

"Yes?" He smirked. Damn him.

"Someone could walk in." She swallowed thickly and as if on cue, the door opened and the two sprung apart like a pair of horny teenagers caught by their parents in the midst of a heated make out session.

Alaric poked his head through the door, eyeing them up but decided not to comment. "Me and Rebekah are going to grab breakfast if you guys want to come? She mentioned waffles and quite frankly, I'm starving."

Elena's mouth salivated at the sound of waffles. "Oh, I'm definitely up for that. Damon?" She glanced over at him, where he had continued to scrub off his makeup after getting distracted earlier.

"Sounds like a plan." He replied, nodding at Ric.

"Meet me in the car in ten minutes or I'm leaving you behind." Alaric teased, leaving the trailer again.

Elena looked over at Damon, narrowing her eyes. "You're going to get us both in trouble."

"Whatever you say, darling." He replied with that devilish smirk of his that was definitely going to get Elena in trouble.

Forty five minutes later, Damon, Elena, Alaric and Rebekah were all sat in a booth of a diner, eyeing up the menus.

"I don't know why I'm looking, I already know I want waffles." Rebekah grinned, closing the menu.

"I think I'm going to join you on that. And a vanilla milkshake." Elena decided, closing her own menu and waiting for the guys to make their decision.

"I want a burger. Is that weird?" Damon mused, looking at the menu, then at Elena who was sat next to him.

"Not really, we've been up all night. I'm pretty sure my body has no idea what is going on." She laughed.

"Welcome to showbiz." Alaric added. "I'm going to have bacon and eggs with a side of bourbon. You joining me?" He winked at Damon.

"You're having bourbon for breakfast?" Damon raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, we've been up all night. This is a nightcap for me." Alaric defended, trying to get the attention of the waitress.

"Hey, whatever helps you sleep at night." Damon smirked, raising his hands in surrender.

The waitress came over to take their order and it wasn't long before they were tucking into their food. Alaric, true to his word, received his bourbon and was happily drinking from the glass of amber liquid, in between bites of his food. Both Rebekah and Elena were heavily invested in their plates of waffles, drenched in maple syrup and the sounds Elena made as she ate, were making Damon's pants tight. Damn that little vixen. He picked up a fry from his plate and reached over, dipping it in the pool of maple syrup from Elena's.

"Hey!" She glared at him, slapping his hand away but he simply put the maple covered fry to his mouth, making noises as he ate it.

"Mmm, so good." He moaned, knowing he was playing her.

"If you wanted syrup, you should have got your own." She glared playfully, moving her plate away from him. She watched a bit of syrup drip down his lip and wanted so desperately to lick it off, but she resisted, because unfortunately, they had company.

"Do you and that fry want some alone time?" Rebekah laughed, watching Damon opposite her.

"Stop being mean to me, both of you." He gestured to the girls, picking up his burger and taking a bite.

"I'm not. You're being disgusting. Syrup and fries, really?" The blonde scrunched up her nose, taking a sip of coke.

"You should try milkshake and fries." He placed his burger back down on the plate and picked up another fry, dunking it in Elena's milkshake.

"Will you stop dipping your fries in my food?" The brunette glared. "Ric, will you back me up here?"

"Hell no, I'm staying out of it." Alaric replied, signalling to the waitress to refill his drink.

"I thought you had my back." She pouted.

"Not when I've been awake for twenty four hours straight." He mumbled, but his mood instantly perked when he received his refill of bourbon.

The group continued to eat, talk about work and joke around. But eventually, yawning overtook them and they decided to leave, unable to fight sleep any longer.

They were now in the car on their way back after Alaric kindly picked up the bill at the diner. He dropped Rebekah off first, followed by Elena which left just Damon and Alaric in the car. Damon was grateful of the ride back but he secretly wished he could have gone back with Elena. But he couldn't do that without telling his friend what was going on with him and the brunette that filled his thoughts, and he wasn't quite ready to do that because he didn't even have any idea what was going on. It was all very new and he was doing his damndest not to fuck it up, because he liked her. And he was pretty sure she liked him too.

"I've got a list of pretty cheap apartment listings for you if you still want them?" Alaric asked, bringing him out of thought.

"Oh, yeah, that would be great." Damon replied, remembering their conversation a couple weeks ago. He really needed to get out of the hotel room and get his own space. But right now he needed sleep.

As he swiped his key card and entered his room, he couldn't help but appreciate the freshly made bed and the set of clean towels that hung in the rail in the bathroom. I guess there were some perks to living in a hotel room. After a quick shower, and most importantly, leaving the do not disturb sign hanging on the outside of his door, he climbed into bed, appreciating the cool sheets on his skin, but as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out cold.

It was almost as if he had blinked, because the next thing he was aware of was his phone buzzing on the nightstand. He cracked his eyes open and was met by darkness filling the room, all bar the glare of his phone. Squinting, he picked up the device, seeing several messages from Elena.

Elena Gilbert: Hey, just woke up. How are you feeling? Xx (18:03)

Elena Gilbert: Do you want to come over and watch a movie? Xx (19:47)

Elena Gilbert: Damon? Are you dead? Xx (22:20)

Elena Gilbert: DAMOOONNNNN I'M BORED! (00:05)

The last message had been set a few minutes ago. He glanced at the time and it took him a few moments before he realised. Had he seriously just slept for sixteen hours straight?! He pressed the button to call Elena, laying back on his back and stretching his legs out while he waited for her to answer.

"He lives!" She answered after a few rings, far to chirpy for his liking.

"Is it actually midnight?" He murmured, his voice thick and groggy from sleep.

"It is. Have you seriously been asleep this whole time?" She questioned, curling her legs up underneath her on the couch where she was currently sitting. She'd had a good ten hours sleep herself but she couldn't help find amusement in the fact that Damon had literally slept the entire day away.

"Mhmm." He replied, rubbing his eyes with his spare hand. "I guess I was tired." He chuckled.

"You must have been. But I'm back on set tomorrow so I couldn't exactly sleep like the dead, but you apparently did." She teased.

He brushed past her comment, still not awake enough to come up with a witty comeback. "What time do you get off tomorrow? We could always hang out if you want?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. I think about six, but I'm not entirely sure. I can give you a call when I'm leaving set, it will probably take an hour to get back in traffic at that time anyway."

"Perfect, I'll see you tomorrow then. And I can take you up on that offer of not watching a movie and kissing you instead." He smirked to himself.

Elena blushed, glad Damon couldn't actually see her, knowing he would tease her for it. "I'll hold you to that." She bit her lip, playing along.

"Good. Now, I'm going to order room service then go back to sleep for a few more hours because I'm still tired. Goodnight, darling." He spoke, flicking the light on and reaching for the room service menu.

"Night Damon." She giggled, hanging up the phone.

This man was going to be the death of her if she kept reacting the way she did whenever she saw or spoke to him. But she was unbelievably happy. She had her dream job that she had worked so hard to get and now she apparently had a Damon. That same Damon who she still remembered as the unbelievably hot guy, two years above her in college. The womanizer who always had his arm hooked around a different girl every week. And yet he seemed so different with her. She just hoped he wouldn't get bored of her like he did with all the other girls he had before her. Because she was already far too gone to deal with that.

Please leave me a review and tell me what you think, things are pretty shitty in my personal life right now and your comments always make me smile. I love you all!

-P x