PART 7
The next time I wake up, I find that I'm not lying on Stefan and Elena's floor, but in Damon's bed, back at his apartment. When I roll over onto my side, strong arms with a steel grip greet me, wrap around me from behind. I turn back and look into Damon's smiling face.
"She rises." Damon greets me, smirking. "Good afternoon, angel."
"Afternoon? What time is it?" I ask sleepily. Damon momentarily lets go of me, and looks at his watch.
"It's one thirty in the afternoon, you must have been extremely tired." Damon answers me.
"I still feel exhausted." I tell him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Yes. That will happen when you donate blood." He replies, stroking my hair.
"Oh, Okay. What are we going to do today?" I ask Damon, tracing my index finger over his facial features, where I end up poking it into Damon's mouth, running my finger down the length of one of his top canine teeth, which sharpens under my touch. Damon growls low in his throat, playfully, and sucks on my finger thoughtfully.
"I don't know. What are you going to do?" He asks after I pull my finger out of his mouth. I lean over and kiss him, sticking my tongue in his mouth, and rub it over his lengthened fangs, where Damon playfully growls again.
"What day is it?" I ask after I pull back from the kiss, scooting closer to him. "By the way, how did we end up back here at your apartment?" I ask curiously.
"I carried you to my Ferrari at about eight this morning, and then I drove us both here. You were still asleep, so I put you in bed and fell asleep beside you. I have been awake since about eleven; I was watching you sleep since. And it is Monday." Damon answers, rolling me over onto my back and lies on top of me, resting his head on my chest.
"Oh. Dammit. I'm supposed to be going out shopping for clothes with Crysta." I groan, not wanting to go anywhere, but staying in bed with Damon. He props himself up onto his elbows and looks down into my eyes.
"Damn. That's right, you told me that the other day." Damon complains. "Say 'Hi' to Crysta for me." He adds.
Crysta Ross has been my best friend for seven years, and just about puts up with Damon.
"I will." I reply pulling Damon down for a kiss. Just as our lips meet, my phone goes off.
"GO AWAY! I'M NOT HERE!" I yell at the phone. When it doesn't shut up, I reach out to Damon's dresser and answer the phone.
"Hello? Oh, Hi Crysta. Yeah I remember about going shopping. Okay, give me at least an hour to get a shower and get dressed, I'm just up. I was tired last night. No, Damon didn't keep me awake. Okay. See you in an hour. Bye."
"Shit! Now I have to get up and go out." I complain, trying my best to shove Damon off me. "Come on Damon. Let me get up." I tell Damon, who's refusing to let me go anywhere.
"No!" Damon answers, grabbing my wrists and pinning me to the bed.
"Why not?" I ask, suddenly getting a bit scared of my soulmate.
"Not without a quickie." Damon replies, grinning wickedly at me.
"Okay. But we can have sex in the shower." I suggest, kicking the black-eyed vampire off me, and I run into Damon's bathroom before he has a chance to retaliate. I turn the shower on and step under the nice warm, relaxing flow when Damon comes in, and splashes water onto my face.
"Ach! What was that for?" I demand.
"Just playing." Damon replies, grabbing my ass, and lifting me up so that my legs are on either side of his hips, and moves towards the wall. He than kisses me all over my face, and down my neck.
"This has to be a short quickie." I tell him against his lips.
"Okay." Damon replies, still continuing to kiss my face all over.