There were many things that Elena used to look forward to around Christmas time. Baking cookies, decorating a tree, the first snowfall of winter, drinking hot chocolate on cold nights…
Driving to her family's lake house in a confined space with her ex boyfriend and current boyfriend wasn't one of them. Then to make matters worse, her brother that wanted to kill all of them was waiting for her just inside the home that held so many fond memories of vacations with her parents.
The entire hour long drive was spent in complete silence except for the radio. Elena didn't dare to say a word and disturb the delicate balance of the brothers' relationship when a huge part of the rift between them was her. She didn't know how Stefan was handling it, and frankly, she didn't want to. It was no longer her place to ask him about personal things like that, especially when she was 'fucking his brother and acting like Katherine' as he called it earlier in a bout of rage.
That pretty much told her all she needed to know about how he was doing. What she didn't tell him was that she had months to grieve their relationship and accept that they were never going to happen again while he clung to some foolish hope that after everything he had done to her she could still be with him.
That would have made her the bitch, and she understood that he was hurt and needed time to move on. So she would be the bigger person and keep her mouth shut, unless he started attacking Damon for her decision. That was where she'd draw the line, because it wasn't Damon's fault that she fell out of love with Stefan.
Stefan was just lucky that Damon hadn't been around when he said that, or else he'd likely be worse for the wear with a stake somewhere in his body.
Once Elena finally stepped out of the car, she felt like she could breathe again. Not that she really needed to, but at least if she did she wouldn't suffocate from the tension.
Instead of slipping her hand into Damon's like she wanted, she refrained for Stefan's sake as the three of them walked towards the house. Bonnie's car was already there, meaning she and Professor Shane were both inside with Matt and Jeremy.
Stefan went inside first to announce their arrival while Damon stayed on the porch with Elena since she had to be invited in. Considering Jeremy had to be the one to do it, that was actually asking a lot. She listened as Stefan spoke to the three of them, wrapping her jacket tighter around her body.
She grumbled to Damon, "I'm a vampire, why do I still get cold?"
He smirked, "Because it's twenty degrees out and anything would get cold."
"Yeah, but I'm dead." She pointed out. "How does a dead thing get cold?"
He snorted and threw his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace, "Like I said before, your body functions pretty normally as a vampire as long as you drink enough blood. You won't notice too many differences."
She smiled as he kissed her forehead, but they separated when the front door opened. Elena was instantly more serious as she saw Jeremy standing a few yards behind Bonnie who answered the door. He was just staring at her with a blank expression, and Elena couldn't tell if that was good or bad.
"Hi, Jer…" She said hesitantly. When he made no move to do or say anything, she continued, "I'm a vampire now. You have to invite me in."
He looked between her and Bonnie, then Shane stepped forward and said, "Invite her in, Jeremy. She won't hurt you."
Eventually, he nodded, "Come in."
Elena smiled as she stepped over the threshold and approached him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Thank you."
He managed a small smile and she moved towards the living room, but felt him move behind her. She reacted just in time to catch his hand as he held a stake aimed at her and she wrapped him in a headlock. Everyone stared in shock until Damon stepped in and took the stake from him.
"Hey geniuses, did you ever think that having a bunch of stakes lying around with a vampire hunter in the room wasn't such a great idea?"
There were a few eye rolls, and Bonnie changed the subject. "Why don't we go sit down and get started?"
Elena slowly released Jeremy and Bonnie led him to one of the chairs while everyone else followed. Elena sat down on the loveseat with Damon and Matt, Stefan, and Shane took the couch. Bonnie sat next to Jeremy in the other chair.
The plan to stop Jeremy from attacking any vampire he sees was simple. He would use Bonnie as some kind of intermediary step when his instincts fought to take over. She would essentially act as his common sense, allowing him to hold on to his humanity. He would be able to think before he just started trying to kill every vampire, meaning he wouldn't try to kill all of their friends.
Professor Shane, as much as everybody aside from Bonnie didn't trust him, insisted that it would be easier for Jeremy to get used to using Bonnie without a bunch of vampires in the room.
So Elena found herself wrapped up in a blanket straddling a bench out on the boat dock. Not even that long ago she was there with Stefan trying to learn as much as possible about Klaus.
"Hot chocolate?" Damon asked from behind her.
"Thanks." She smiled, taking the hot mug from him. He sat down behind her so she was between his legs. His hands found her hips and she leaned back against his chest as she sipped on her favorite childhood drink. Damon's chin rested on her shoulder and she leaned her head against his. "How's Jeremy doing?"
"Objectively speaking he seems to be grasping the whole thing well. When I made you that hot chocolate he didn't try to the stab me with the arm of a chair."
"And subjectively speaking?" She countered with a small smirk.
"I think Jeremy's a little punk that doesn't know a good thing when he's got it." She glared at him slightly and he smirked, "But, he's a strong kid. If anyone is capable of seeing this Hunter thing through and killing Silas, it's him."
She hummed in agreement then asked, "So what's left for us to do to find Silas?"
Damon groaned then said, "According to Stefan, the map to find where he's buried is encoded in some ancient sword that Klaus was working on getting his hands on. Except I don't trust Klaus, and I'd sooner follow a deranged squirrel that lost some blood to my baby brother to Silas. But once we figure out the location, then Bonnie uses Jeremy's tattoo to cast the spell and he kills him."
"No special weapon required?" Elena questioned.
"Nope." Damon confirmed. "As long as it's Jeremy doing the killing, Silas will die and the Hunters will be free of the curse."
"You make it sound so easy." Elena mused. "It's not going to be though, is it?"
He sighed, "With Klaus snooping around for whatever reason, it's not going to be simple. We have to be prepared for whatever he wants Silas for. Stefan seems convinced that his plans won't interfere with freeing Jeremy, but it's better to be ready for the worst."
"I agree." Elena said. "Klaus has some ulterior motive he's not telling us about."
"Add Professor Shady into the mix and you've got a recipe for disaster."
Elena frowned slightly, "I don't know…Bonnie seems to trust him. Maybe his intentions are pure?"
Damon laughed, "Look at you, little miss optimist. Thinking that people just want to help others for no reason." She rolled her eyes and turned her face away from him. He smirked and playfully nipped her neck, "I love that about you. You always see the good in everyone."
And just like that, he was back in her good graces. She giggled as he nuzzled her neck and squeezed his arms around her waist. He really was just like a giant puppy beneath all of the sarcasm and defenses.
As he continued to cuddle up to her neck, she smirked, "Keep that up and I'll be seeing a lot more than the good in you…"
"Ooh, is somebody eager for a repeat of the other morning?" He teased, making sure there wasn't a single inch of space between his chest and her back as he hugged her to him.
Between all of their lingering issues, they hadn't had much alone time together to explore the more physical part of their relationship, despite their desperate desire to do just that. Damon had been spending all of his time at the lake house with Jeremy to help him, and Elena had been focused on catching up in school. It had been nearly two weeks since that amazing morning they spent together, and to say they were sexually deprived was an understatement. She grinned, "I'm always eager for more of you."
The genuine smile on his face was an expression she was so unaccustomed to see. His body language was almost never indicative of his true emotions, so to see his happiness written so plainly on his face was enough to make her heart melt into a Damon shaped mass of love.
"You should smile like that more." She said, bringing her hand up to touch his face. Her thumb traced the corner of his mouth and the indentation next to it from his smile. He didn't flinch away at her touch or even falter. He just hummed contentedly at her touch. Her gaze moved from his beautiful smile to his breathtakingly blue eyes, "Happy is a good look on you."
"You know what's a good look on you?" He asked.
She smirked, "Naked?"
He blew out a soft laugh, "I was going to say every look, but naked works too."
"Look at you go." She giggled. "Damon Salvatore's charm makes an appearance once again."
"If you think that was charm, then I'd love to see your reaction to meeting me back when charm was all a guy had to get a woman to marry him so he could get into her pants. Or should I say under her skirt…"
"Oh right, I forgot you're ancient." She teased. "Come to think of it, our age difference is actually quite disturbing."
He scoffed, "What are you talking about? I'm twenty four! That's only six years!"
"Twenty four my ass." She grumbled with a small smile.
Damon winked then kiss her cheek as she leaned her full weight back against him and they watched the calm lake in front of them. All of the birds had already flown south, and now they were just waiting for the first snowfall. It was definitely cold enough, that was for sure.
"I think we still have a bunch of Christmas stuff here from when my parents were alive. Maybe we could go through them with Jeremy after he and Bonnie figure this out." Elena said wistfully, recalling all of the holidays they spent as a family right there on the lake. Summers, winters, any time of year; whenever they had the time, they would go there just to get away for a while.
"Any embarrassing baby pictures I can see?"
She lightly rolled her eyes, "I'm sure there are, but you're not seeing any of them until I get to see a baby picture of you."
"No baby pictures of me exist, Elena." He said casually.
If only she believed that.
"So you're telling me that you didn't save a single thing from when you were human? No pictures of you and Stefan? None of your mother?"
His answering silence said all she needed to know. While the air outside was bitter and her nose was turning red, Damon's body heat managed to keep her warm enough. It was then that she realized all he had on for warmth was a leather jacket while she was wrapped in a thick, wool blanket. She unwrapped one side of it and Damon rolled his eyes as she pulled it around him. When it was tightly wound around them both his arms returned to their position around her waist and he had to admit, she felt even warmer now.
He didn't like talking about his mother. Not to anyone, even Stefan. Hell, even when he was human he didn't talk about her after she died. He could still remember the day of her funeral. He was supposed to give the eulogy, but he couldn't bring himself to go only to watch them put his best friend in a hole in the ground. He missed the entire thing, and when he got home, Stefan yelled at him for not being there. He felt like an ass after that. His brother was only ten, yet he had been thinking of himself first. It never crossed his mind that Stefan might need him there; all he could think of was his own grief. And that was only one instance of his selfishness.
It was no wonder why Stefan hated him now.
"Can we not talk about this?" He asked quietly, his face hidden in her neck.
"Sure." She replied, just barely above a whisper. Sometimes Damon needed to be pushed in order for him to grow and see who he can be, but on a subject so close to him, it wasn't her place to push him. She knew next to nothing about the time he spent as a human, and while she hoped that he would share some details as time went on, she didn't want him to talk about it if he was uncomfortable with it.
All of the trees surrounding the lake had lost their leaves long ago and were now a dull brown. The barren landscape was gray and lifeless, and Elena longed for some snow to come along and make everything look magical again.
The sound of quiet footsteps echoing down the docks got their attention, and Professor Shane came walking up to them. Neither of them looked, but they didn't need to in order to know that it was him. Damon was more than ready to attack if need be. He was already eying an axe stuck in a stump by a nearby tree. Chopping off the creep's head would be quite enjoyable.
When Shane was mere feet behind them, Damon spoke up, "Little tip, Professor. I heard you before you even set foot outside."
He blew out a short laugh, "Still don't trust me, Damon?"
Standing up to face him, Damon shrugged, "Sorry. I make it a habit not to trust the orchestrators of mass murders."
"What are you talking about?" Elena asked, shifting in her seat to look at them.
Damon, his eyes never leaving Shane, asked, "Do you want to tell her or should I?" When Shane made no other expression to convey what he was thinking, Damon continued, "Professor Shane here had quite the impressive phone bill last month. He was in touch with Pastor Young quite a few times, weren't you, sketchy? As it just so happens, the last person he contacted before he blew up the council, was, surprise-surprise, Atticus Shane."
Shane shook his head, "I was counseling Pastor Young. What happened was tragic, but he had just lost his wife and was going through a rough time. We had been in contact so frequently because when he needed someone to talk to, I was there."
"Still doesn't explain how a pastor just decided to kill himself and eleven other people out of the blue." Damon pointed out.
Shane shrugged, "Grief is a hell of an emotion. It affects everyone differently, and in this case, it was too much for him."
Damon eyed him carefully then said, "While we're on the topic of grief, what kind of lies are you feeding Bonnie in these 'sessions' you have?"
Elena frowned at the question. While she knew Damon didn't trust him and probably never would, he seemed like an okay guy to her. Bonnie liked him and said that he was helping her with her magic. He seemed like someone they could trust.
Shane smiled tightly, "Bonnie's a lot stronger than you seem to think. Even if I was 'feeding her lies' as you put it, she would see right through them."
"So then tell me this." Damon crossed his arms. "Why do you want to find Silas?"
He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Remember what I said about grief? Well, Silas is a powerful immortal. Rumors have surrounded him for centuries about people that have found his location and seen their loved ones that have passed. Some even say that if you sacrifice some of your blood to him, he will bring people back."
Damon resisted outright laughing in his face at the ridiculousness of it all. If there was a way to resurrect someone, he would know about it. Instead he asked, "And you believe that?"
"It's more than belief." He stated confidently. "It's a fact. I know, because I've been there."
Elena and Damon were left speechless at his admission. He had been there before? And he hadn't thought that was important to share? Why were they even making Jeremy kill vampires if they already knew the location!?
Elena narrowed her eyes threateningly, "You've known the location this whole time and you've let my brother go around killing people anyways!?"
Shane quickly explained, "Regardless of me knowing the location or not, his mark still needs to be completed. The spell Bonnie needs to cast to unlock Silas's tomb requires the entire mark."
Elena looked to Damon and they shared a look that screamed Shane could not be trusted. However, they both knew that if he knew the location, they could use him to get there and not have to worry about relying on the sword that Stefan failed to obtain. They mutually, and mentally, agreed that they couldn't let him get anywhere near Silas.
If he was awakened, there was no telling how much more powerful he would become. If, while desiccated, he could make people hallucinate seeing their dead friends and family, then they didn't want to know what would happen when he was lucid and strong.
After Shane left, they heard Bonnie yelling that they were finished from the back deck. Damon took the blanket that he had earlier yanked off of he and Elena and wrapped it up around Elena like a burrito as she giggled. Then he lifted her into his arms bridal style and she had no other choice but to let him as her arms were bound by her sides thanks to the blanket.
He set her down just outside of the door and she deftly unwrapped herself and thrust the blanket at him. He snickered and folded it as they stepped inside.
"So everything worked?" Elena asked, the question directed at Bonnie and Jeremy.
Bonnie turned to look at her ex-boyfriend with a small smile and nodded her head towards Elena. Jeremy smiled sheepishly back at her, and Elena was taken back to the boy he used to be before their parents died. She hadn't seen that smile on him in years. Then he walked towards Elena and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She immediately started tearing up and squeezed her eyes shut as she hugged him back. They hadn't hugged in what felt like just as long.
When they separated, Jeremy assured everyone that he was able to think more clearly and that he wasn't going to be attacking anyone for the hell of it. Everyone stuck around for another hour or two just to make sure he was telling the truth, and when there were no incidents, Professor Shane, Bonnie, and Stefan left.
Matt decided to stick around just in case anything happened, and of course Elena stayed, and by default that meant Damon was staying too. Well, he had another reason to stay which was that now he could start training Jeremy to fight, but the main one was Elena.
Just as Elena had thought, up in the attic there had been a few boxes of holiday decorations and mementos that she and Damon had hauled downstairs while Jeremy and Matt put on some Christmas movies and tended to the fire in the large stone fireplace. Elena and Jeremy sat on the floor sorting through everything while Damon sat on the loveseat with a glass of alcohol he managed to scrounge up and Matt watched from a chair.
Jeremy pulled out a strand of mistletoe and grinned, "Check this out."
Elena laughed, "Jenna used that to make out with Logan Fell."
"And then spilled her eggnog on Mom's stuffed Santa." Jeremy added, showing off the discolored stain on the statue's jacket.
Elena made a face as she found the hideous angel that they stored away, "Ugh, remember this? Mom said that her grandma made it for her and she couldn't bring herself to throw it out."
Jeremy snorted, "Yeah. Never once did we use it."
Still eying the mistletoe, Elena smirked to herself as she picked it up and hid it in her hand. She moved to sit down next to Damon and curled her legs beneath her, propping her elbow up against the back of the couch. While Jeremy and Matt talked about some new movie coming out, Damon said to Elena, "Stefan and I used to love Christmas."
"How did you celebrate back then?" She asked.
"Same way people do now, I'd assume."
"Meaning you haven't properly celebrated the holiday since turning." Elena countered, giving him a knowing look.
He rolled his eyes, "How about we go back to the part where your aunt was a loose drunk even when you were little?"
She lightly slapped his arm, "That was mean. And Jenna kind of even liked you."
"No, if I recall, she thought I was 'ridiculously hot.' Then you responded by telling her that I was an ass."
"And still nothing's changed." She quipped.
He motioned to her hand that hid the mistletoe and smirked, "So what are your plans for that?"
Instead of asking how he knew she had it, she shrugged innocently and lifted it above their heads. "I was thinking a little of this…" She leaned in to kiss him softly. "A little of this…" She kissed his cheek, then dropped her voice to a barely there whisper, "And maybe even a little of this…" She lengthened her fangs with her face buried in his neck so he couldn't see and nicked his vein, smirking as he gasped. She licked up the few drops of blood that tingled her taste buds until the wound closed.
He breathed, "Cut it out right now unless you want me to throw you over my shoulder and carry you upstairs, making this family night very awkward."
She laughed softly then kissed him chastely for a few moments before tossing the mistletoe back into one of the containers.
They all spent another hour or two lounging around and watching Christmas movies until Matt announced that he was going to head to bed and suggested that Jeremy follow. Elena then whispered in Damon's ear, "There's a hot tub out back…"
"You brought a swim suit?" Damon asked.
She smirked, "Nope."
He chuckled softly, "I like where your head's at."
Jeremy groaned, "And on that horrifying note, I'll be going upstairs. And wearing ear plugs all night."
Elena's cheeks flushed and Damon smirked, "You might want to blast some music too, and tell Donovan not to get any bright ideas and watch."
He gagged as he stepped one foot on the stairs, "That's my sister, dude."
Elena didn't bother to yell at him; he was going to make inappropriate comments no matter what she did, so there was no point in wasting her breath. She stood up and pulled him with her, grabbing a couple towels from the hall closet before going outside.
Using her vampire speed, Elena stripped and launched herself into the hot water to avoid the cold air. Damon looked at her incredulously, "I was looking forward to watching you strip!"
She giggled and he removed his clothes and was in the water next to her faster than she could blink. The water was high enough to cover her shoulders and keep her warm, but when she straddled Damon's lap it only covered her breasts, which was probably a good thing if she didn't want Damon's eyes to be glued to them.
"Ever thrown any wild parties here?" Damon asked, nipping at the base of her neck.
She weaved her fingers into his hair, urging him on, "Jealous of the trouble I might have gotten into?"
"Depends." He mumbled against her skin. "Does said trouble have a dick that touched you?"
"No." Elena chuckled. "Or at least from the parts I remember, no."
He lifted his head and raised a brow at her, to which she responded with a smirk. He shook his head, "You are all sorts of trouble, Elena Gilbert."
"And what are you gonna do about it?" She grinned, her lips barely an inch away from his.
He answered her with a deep kiss, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer against him. His tongue licked the seam of her lips and she parted them to grant him entrance. His hardening member nudged against her inner thigh and she rocked her hips against it, silently telling him she wanted more.
Damon wordlessly lifted her hips and lined himself up at her small entrance and she slowly sunk down, taking him inside of her. She exhaled shakily, her breath hitting his lips as he took in her every expression. Her eyes were clouded dark with lust, shiny and wanting. Her mouth was hanging open, a small moan spilling from it when he was fully inside of her. Her cheeks were flushed from the bitter cold air, while her chest was warm from the hot water.
He lifted his hands to her breasts, lightly squeezing her soft mounds and pinching her nipples. She whimpered at the sensation, pressing her mouth to his once again as she raised herself up and dropped back down. Damon let her set the pace, content with sitting there and enjoying the view as she threw her head back and ran her hands through her hair. Every time she lifted up, he got to sneak a peak at her rosy nipples before they disappeared back underwater.
His hands were everywhere they could reach, touching as much skin as he could find as it came into view. He squeezed her ass, traced her curves, teased her breasts, and trailed his fingertips over her throat. His gums ached with the desire to sink his fangs into her delicate skin and claim her as his, as if they hadn't already. Her slick walls clenched around his length as she neared her release, and he reached down between them to rub her swollen button.
Elena cried out, arching her back and pushing her breasts to his face as her body trembled, the pleasure still building unbelievably higher. Her nails dug into the back of his neck and she ground her hips against his, searching for just the right angle to finish herself on. Damon knew exactly what she needed, and with his hand that wasn't rubbing tight circles around her clit, he placed it on her lower back and tilted her hips just right until his cock was hitting that magic spot inside of her that made her see stars.
Her body tightened as she started bouncing on him once again, and when Damon finally couldn't take it anymore and sunk his teeth into her neck she exploded. With nothing to muffle her screams, they pierced the calm night air as her face contorted in pleasure. Liquid fire shot through her bloodstream, racking wave after wave of pleasure from her body. She felt it down to every last nerve ending. With Damon pulling her pleasure stricken blood from her neck and his cock buried deep inside of her, she wondered how she was going to survive orgasms as intense as these.
Elena's thick, rich blood coating his mouth and sliding smoothly down his throat, Damon thrust himself roughly into her a few more times before reaching his own end. His body went rigid as her inner muscles clamped down around him, ripping his release from him in the best way possible.
When he released her neck and cleaned the lingering smears of blood from her olive skin, she shuddered in delight and let out a deep breath. Damon kissed his way up her neck to her jaw, then across her cheek to land one last kiss on her lips.
"That's never gonna get old." He smirked, earning an eye roll.
"Pig."
They spent a little while longer relaxing in the hot water and just talking before they went up to bed where their love making continued, though Elena made an effort to keep quiet for Matt and Jeremy's sakes. By the time morning rolled around the two were passed out from exhaustion and wrapped up in each other's arms.
But perhaps the worst wake up call any of them could have received came in the form of an Original hybrid ringing the doorbell, looking as innocent as a kitten as he smiled at them.
"What the hell do you want?" Elena spat, disgust laced into her voice.
Klaus paid her tone no mind and said, "Why, I'm here to help dear Jeremy complete the Hunter's mark. What else would I want?"
Damon sneered, "Oh, I don't know, to cause complete and utter mayhem for your own sick enjoyment?"
He smiled tensely, "I'll let that one go because I really am here to help Jeremy kill as many vampires as possible."
"Well aren't you a saint?" Damon quipped. "Perhaps some of my brother's personality rubbed off on you sometime between the mass murders and threatening Elena's life."
No amusement left to be had, Klaus tersely said, "For once, I'm on the same side as all of you fools, and I'd much rather prefer to do things my way than to let you all screw it up."
Damon smirked, "You see, I believe you. I think you do want to find Silas, but not to kill him and make Jeremy revert from Van Helsing to emo teen. I think that your twisted head has an ulterior motive, and I want to know what it is."
Something dangerous glinted in his eyes as a tiny shred of respect for the eldest Salvatore grew. Damon was certainly a hell of a lot smarter than Stefan, that was for sure. The poor fool he once called a friend simply chose to believe that his intentions were harmless. Stefan on human blood though…he never would have let that slide.
Pasting an innocent smile on his face, Klaus said, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Is it that hard to believe that I want Silas dead?"
Damon narrowed his eyes, ready to refute, when Elena cut in, "Fine, you can help. Jeremy and Matt are out for a run, but they should be back soon in time for training."
Klaus smirked, "I'll go find some vampires for him to kill. Do tell him that it would be best to do so before the sun sets. Newbie vampires are so hard to control."
He shot a devious look at Elena before vanishing out of thin air. She grit her teeth at the jab and Damon asked, "Why the hell would you agree to working with him!?"
She quickly glanced around just to make sure Klaus really had left, and even extended her senses for him. She shut the door when she was sure they were alone and said, "Does it really matter why he wants to help? If he wants Silas, he's going to get to him one way or another, and personally, I'd rather not be working against him if I had the choice."
"But we're not gonna let him get whatever he wants, right?" Damon scoffed.
"Of course not. No way in hell do I want him anywhere near us when we find Silas's location, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, if he's helping Jeremy kill vampires then at least we know that Jeremy won't get hurt. Klaus needs him alive." Elena explained.
She wasn't exactly on board with the idea of Klaus helping them, but he was going to get what he wanted no matter what they did. It was better to just allow him to help than to argue and stir up more unnecessary trouble.
Damon asked, "If Jeremy can control his urges to kill vampires through Bonnie now, then why do we even need to kill Silas?"
Elena wrapped her arms around his waist and comfortingly nestled her cheek against his shoulder, "Because constantly having to keep himself in check so he doesn't kill his own sister is no way to live."
He sighed, resting his chin on top of her head and wrapping his arms around her body, "Fine. We'll save Little Gilbert from the curse so he can go back to brooding high school teenager. But I have to admit, Hunter Jeremy is a lot more interesting than moody pothead Jeremy."
"You have a soft spot for pothead Jeremy and you know it." Elena teased, remembering all of the times the two of them pretended to hate each other then joined forces against her while playing videogames.
Damon rolled his eyes, "Soft spot? Where?"
She smirked and point to his heart, "Right here."
"Is that so?" He smiled lazily down at her.
"Mhm. Right in there is your soft spot for Jeremy, Bonnie, Caroline, and even Stefan." She grinned.
"You're forgetting someone. My biggest soft spot of all." He said playfully.
"Oh, right. How could I forget your boyfriend Ric?" She giggled.
Damon chuckled, "Ric's hot and all, but I just don't swing that way. The soft spot I was talking about is much bigger and softer."
She moved her arms around his neck and smiled softly, "What it lacks in hiding your vulnerabilities it makes up for in putting that smile on your face."