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Elena woke up, feeling strong arms around her. She turned and looked at Damon. He was still asleep, which was odd. She rarely woke up first, and it was rare occasions where she saw him asleep. He looked younger; as though some burdens he carried were momentarily released.
She studied him more, hoping he wouldn't wake up yet. Studied his hair, the way the sunlight caught and reflected off it, those strange rainbows that glinted off the soft black strands. Studied his face, those high cheekbones, and Roman nose, the paleness of his skin under the shock of dark hair.
Well he certainty is beautiful, she thought.
He was, in fact, one of the most handsome guys she'd ever laid eyes on. Elena reached out to touch his hair, softly threading her fingers through it. She continued tenderly stroking Damon's hair, the silky strands that were very fine, but oh-so-soft beneath her fingers. He smelled faintly of soap along with some faint cologne still as well.
He was breathing softly, still oblivious to her. Finally though he stirred. He opened his eyes, that were such a deep color, they were considered black. And which seemed like if you stared into them long enough you'd be lost; falling deeper into their dark depths.
Damon stretched, and she removed her hand from his hair. He grinned at her slow and lazily.
"Morning." Elena kissed him softly. "Sleep well?"
For a moment Elena could have sworn Damon's eyes darkened as though he had thought of something unpleasant, but before she could think further his face was relaxed, eyes the same.
"Fine," he replied, but he had been thinking of his memories last night. He shook himself off mentally and laid an arm over Elena.
"And you?"
"Mmm. Good enough."
He nodded. She moved closer to him, snuggling her body against his. She sighed.
"So comfortable. I don't want to get up. Then we have to face the day."
"Then don't," Damon said, and bent his head to kiss her. The kiss was soft, affectionate, not needy. No hunger, just love as he kissed her gently, and she responded. His arms slipped around her tighter, and his tongue traced her lips.
His hands slid down her back, her thighs, and then beneath the nightgown she wore. She let his tongue into her mouth as his hands trailed along the soft skin of her stomach and chest. Her legs had just begun to wrap around him when they heard a piercing scream and then a crash.
"What was that?" Damon said, breaking away slightly.
Elena, her eyes wide, just replied with, "Oh my God.... Bonnie."
Elena woke up, feeling strong arms around her. She turned and looked at Damon. He was still asleep, which was odd. She rarely woke up first, and it was rare occasions where she saw him asleep. He looked younger; as though some burdens he carried were momentarily released.
She studied him more, hoping he wouldn't wake up yet. Studied his hair, the way the sunlight caught and reflected off it, those strange rainbows that glinted off the soft black strands. Studied his face, those high cheekbones, and Roman nose, the paleness of his skin under the shock of dark hair.
Well he certainty is beautiful, she thought.
He was, in fact, one of the most handsome guys she'd ever laid eyes on. Elena reached out to touch his hair, softly threading her fingers through it. She continued tenderly stroking Damon's hair, the silky strands that were very fine, but oh-so-soft beneath her fingers. He smelled faintly of soap along with some faint cologne still as well.
He was breathing softly, still oblivious to her. Finally though he stirred. He opened his eyes, that were such a deep color, they were considered black. And which seemed like if you stared into them long enough you'd be lost; falling deeper into their dark depths.
Damon stretched, and she removed her hand from his hair. He grinned at her slow and lazily.
"Morning." Elena kissed him softly. "Sleep well?"
For a moment Elena could have sworn Damon's eyes darkened as though he had thought of something unpleasant, but before she could think further his face was relaxed, eyes the same.
"Fine," he replied, but he had been thinking of his memories last night. He shook himself off mentally and laid an arm over Elena.
"And you?"
"Mmm. Good enough."
He nodded. She moved closer to him, snuggling her body against his. She sighed.
"So comfortable. I don't want to get up. Then we have to face the day."
"Then don't," Damon said, and bent his head to kiss her. The kiss was soft, affectionate, not needy. No hunger, just love as he kissed her gently, and she responded. His arms slipped around her tighter, and his tongue traced her lips.
His hands slid down her back, her thighs, and then beneath the nightgown she wore. She let his tongue into her mouth as his hands trailed along the soft skin of her stomach and chest. Her legs had just begun to wrap around him when they heard a piercing scream and then a crash.
"What was that?" Damon said, breaking away slightly.
Elena, her eyes wide, just replied with, "Oh my God.... Bonnie."