It was one month later and Elena had just walked in from hunting. She still
did not touch humans; rarely at least. Damon was lounging on the couch
flicking through the channels. "I'm back," she called to him.
Elena walked in and he lifted a hand in response. She sat down next to him and crossed her legs. He was watching the news though why he was watching it was a mystery to her. He glanced up. "Find any chipmunks for dinner, my dear?"
She laughed. "Very funny."
"I was serious," her replied, still looking at the television set.
"What are you watching."
"It appears to be the news to me…." He indicated the reporter with a sweep of his hand.
"I _knew_ that," Elena retorted to his sarcasm. "But what do you find so interesting?"
"Absolutely nothing."
Elena shook her head. He grinned.
"I'm going to take a shower." Elena said and got up.
"Now _that_ interests me; mind if I join?" Faint amusment was in his dark eyes.
Elena waved a hand. "Yes." And at his attempt to ask again, "I mean it."
He made a face and flicked the remote again. Elena headed upstairs.
Once in their room, she closed the blinds and removed her clothes. She slipped on a black satin robe and stepped into the bathroom. Elena ran the bath water then sat on the edge and waited.
A while later Elena sat up, pushed the drain button down and slowly watched the water disappear. She got up, reached for a towel and began to dry herself off. She slipped on the robe again and walked into the bedroom. Elena put on a pair of underwear and a bra. Then she opened a draw, bent to get a bottle of cream and felt hands on her bare shoulders. Damon bent his head and placed a kiss on her neck.
"I've come to the conclusion that you don't listen."
There was a slight laugh. "I just don't like being rejected."
"I didn't reject you." Elena told him. She poured cream into the palm of her hand, and began to rub it into her arm. Damon took the bottle from her hands and dropped it back into the draw. He turned her in his arms and drew her to him.
He knew she could rarely resist him so it wasn't hard getting her to respond. She fell onto the bed; her arms still locked around his neck when the phone rang.
She wanted to ignore it but she couldn't. Elena went to reach for the phone but Damon mumbled against her lips, "Forget it."
She gently pushed him up and off her. "I have a feeling it's important."
Damon muttered something and obeyed. Elena picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Elena's voice became monotone. "Stefan."
"Damn brother always knew how to ruin things. I meant it when I said he created problems." Damon said, not even trying in the least to be quiet about it. He wanted Stefan to hear.
*Hush Damon!* Elena sent him in his head. She motioned for him to be quiet.
Damon raised his hands, palms upwards, in a gesture of defeat, "All right."
Besides, he was curious on why his brother called anyway. It had, after all, been over a month since they'd broken up. He lay with his hands behind his head, casually watching her. He studied the way Elena held the phone, twisting the cord between her fingers.
"Uh huh… Yes, Yes. I know Stefan, let's not get into that…." She faltered for a moment; a long silence dragged on. All this time she had been careful to keep emotions from coming through.
Then, "Oh my God! Are you all right? And Bonnie? I don't care! We're coming. We'll be over soon." And with that, Elena hung up.
"What? What do you mean 'we're coming?" Damon inquired, obviously annoyed as he bolted up.
"Something is happening over there. Someone is after Stefan, and he needs help." Elena replied, her voice tight.
"He's always in trouble," Damon grumbled. "Who is it _this_ time?"
"He doesn't know."
"He wants both of us, I assume?"
"Yes." She nodded.
"So we're going?" Damon asked, sighing.
"We're going."
Elena walked in and he lifted a hand in response. She sat down next to him and crossed her legs. He was watching the news though why he was watching it was a mystery to her. He glanced up. "Find any chipmunks for dinner, my dear?"
She laughed. "Very funny."
"I was serious," her replied, still looking at the television set.
"What are you watching."
"It appears to be the news to me…." He indicated the reporter with a sweep of his hand.
"I _knew_ that," Elena retorted to his sarcasm. "But what do you find so interesting?"
"Absolutely nothing."
Elena shook her head. He grinned.
"I'm going to take a shower." Elena said and got up.
"Now _that_ interests me; mind if I join?" Faint amusment was in his dark eyes.
Elena waved a hand. "Yes." And at his attempt to ask again, "I mean it."
He made a face and flicked the remote again. Elena headed upstairs.
Once in their room, she closed the blinds and removed her clothes. She slipped on a black satin robe and stepped into the bathroom. Elena ran the bath water then sat on the edge and waited.
A while later Elena sat up, pushed the drain button down and slowly watched the water disappear. She got up, reached for a towel and began to dry herself off. She slipped on the robe again and walked into the bedroom. Elena put on a pair of underwear and a bra. Then she opened a draw, bent to get a bottle of cream and felt hands on her bare shoulders. Damon bent his head and placed a kiss on her neck.
"I've come to the conclusion that you don't listen."
There was a slight laugh. "I just don't like being rejected."
"I didn't reject you." Elena told him. She poured cream into the palm of her hand, and began to rub it into her arm. Damon took the bottle from her hands and dropped it back into the draw. He turned her in his arms and drew her to him.
He knew she could rarely resist him so it wasn't hard getting her to respond. She fell onto the bed; her arms still locked around his neck when the phone rang.
She wanted to ignore it but she couldn't. Elena went to reach for the phone but Damon mumbled against her lips, "Forget it."
She gently pushed him up and off her. "I have a feeling it's important."
Damon muttered something and obeyed. Elena picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Elena's voice became monotone. "Stefan."
"Damn brother always knew how to ruin things. I meant it when I said he created problems." Damon said, not even trying in the least to be quiet about it. He wanted Stefan to hear.
*Hush Damon!* Elena sent him in his head. She motioned for him to be quiet.
Damon raised his hands, palms upwards, in a gesture of defeat, "All right."
Besides, he was curious on why his brother called anyway. It had, after all, been over a month since they'd broken up. He lay with his hands behind his head, casually watching her. He studied the way Elena held the phone, twisting the cord between her fingers.
"Uh huh… Yes, Yes. I know Stefan, let's not get into that…." She faltered for a moment; a long silence dragged on. All this time she had been careful to keep emotions from coming through.
Then, "Oh my God! Are you all right? And Bonnie? I don't care! We're coming. We'll be over soon." And with that, Elena hung up.
"What? What do you mean 'we're coming?" Damon inquired, obviously annoyed as he bolted up.
"Something is happening over there. Someone is after Stefan, and he needs help." Elena replied, her voice tight.
"He's always in trouble," Damon grumbled. "Who is it _this_ time?"
"He doesn't know."
"He wants both of us, I assume?"
"Yes." She nodded.
"So we're going?" Damon asked, sighing.
"We're going."