I'm so happy you guys liked the chapter!
I was a little nervous about the scene, seeing as I don't want them to move too fast, but I don't want it boring either lol.

Hope you enjoy this one too! :)

Elena's alarm went off just as early as it did every weekday morning.
Only today, she felt less inclined to crawl from her bed, given that she hadn't slept that well in God knew how long.

She groaned, blindly reaching behind her for the night stand, where her phone always was, but ended up hitting something else.
Something hard, and warm, just as a tired voice mumbled, "I got it."

She froze.
Why was Damon in her bed?
Oh….right. The nightmare…

She'd been too afraid in the dark.
Afraid that it would all become too real.

She had needed him there, close to her, as proof that he wouldn't slip away when she awoke, as his memory had so many times over the years.

The noise of the alarm ended as he moved from behind her, but she was too afraid to turn and face him.
However, she heard the clack of her phone being set back down, and then Damon was burrowing back into the mattress, his arm wrapping around her.

She swallowed.

She was still lying on his arm, facing away from him, and now he was completely molded against her body.
A blush colored her cheek when realization that she was actually spooning with Damon hit her.

She knew she should probably move, make up some topic avoiding comment, and go get ready for work, but the less responsible part of her felt entirely too good in his embrace.
She battled with herself, before finally deciding to allow just a few minutes to enjoy it.

Hell, it wasn't exactly like she'd had a lot of cuddling opportunities lately. She hadn't even gone past first base with a guy since Chris started Jr. High.
To say that she was missing the comfort of having a strong pair of arms holding her was an understatement.

Add the fact that the arms were Damon's, and she stood no chance.
So five minutes…she could sacrifice that much.

She calmed her mind, letting her thoughts drift instead to the feel of him.

His chest was rising and falling easily, meaning he'd probably drifted back to sleep, and his head was leaning against her own, his warm breath tingling her scalp.
The curve of her body aligned perfectly with his, as his arm had snaked around her waist, holding her into him.

She shifted slightly.
Which was apparently the wrong thing to do.

Her cheeks were set ablaze with heat and embarrassment as she realized what the simple motion had done to him.
Because she knew exactly what that thick weight pressing into her thigh was.

Oh, god.

This was bad of her. She really should have known better.

Damon may be asleep, but his reaction to her touch was all the same, and she could barely deal with a normal sleeping Damon.
A hard, muscular, turned on Damon was too much, even unconscious.

Taking a breath, she tried to pull away from him, without waking him up, but that only made him tighten his grip around her, pushing her even further into his, um, noticeable attribute.

She calmed the panicked feeling that rose in her.
This really didn't have to be a big deal.

Damon was a male.
And she knew that almost all guys had "problems" like that in the mornings.

So this was just a biological function, that shouldn't be intimidating in the least.
Except it was.

Because she had been down that road before.
Once upon a time, she'd actually enjoyed that road.

Had used his morning arousal as a personal invitation to get him inside of her as often as possible.
And that was before he'd went and grown a body that demanded female attention.
Now it was torture.

She tried to wiggle out of his hold, and again, found that it was a poor decision, as he seemed to grow even harder.
She swallowed.

Damon had always been well endowed, but she could tell just from the feel of him now that his muscles weren't the only thing that had doubled in size.
And God help her, but she wanted to find out just how much of a difference there was.

Maybe it was the sex deprivation doing the thinking, but even so, a new heat covered her skin, and she suddenly felt a little too willing to stay where she was.

She could imagine it so easily.
She could lift her body some…just the littlest bit, and that hard length would be pressing right against her aching center.

She pictured doing just that, then she'd proceed to rotate her hips, rubbing herself against him.
Surely Damon would wake up to that.

And she had no doubt that he'd be more than willing to give her what she was silently begging for.
It would be so easy for him to slide her shorts and panties down her legs.

For him to run his hand along the curve of her waist, over the skin of her back, and then finally, down, until he slipped a hand between their bodies, and discovered just how ready she was for him.

Maybe he'd tease her some, stroking her at an agonizing pace, until she was whimpering.
Only then, would he remove his own underwear, and align himself at her entrance.

Elena closed her eyes, imagining exactly how it would feel.
He'd lift her leg up, bringing it back to hook around his waist, before thrusting forward, filling her with all of that promising hardness.

God, the thought had her breathing hard.

The idea of Damon, moving, sliding in, then out of her, over and over…she'd come undone in no time, she was sure of it.
And those muscles of his.
She could only imagine the pounding he could exert with them.

His hips meeting hers each time he thrusted, until finally, he'd roll them, putting her on her knees on the mattress.
Then his hands would grasp her waist, as he buried himself deep within her.

And his speed would increase, until she was moaning out her climax around his-

"Elena?"

She jumped, crashing from her fantasy as she realized she was grinding herself against his boner.
And it had woken him up.

Embarrassment had her shooting from the bed, trying to put as much space between them as possible.

"Uh, hey," she tried, running a hand through her hair, "Sorry, I didn't mean to, um, wake you up…the alarm went off. And I should go wake up Chris."

His sleepy eyes cleared some as she stumbled over her words.
"Are you okay?"

She laughed dryly.
His question was so innocent, yet she was feeling everything but.

"Mhmm, yeah, perfect," she straightened herself, and began to walk around the bed, "I just need to make sure Christian isn't late."

But before she reached the door, he'd stood, and had a hold of her arm.
"Elena, hold on."

She mentally swore at herself, but kept an expressionless face as she turned to look at him, "Hmm?"

His gaze was intense, as he lifted a hand to her cheek, "Are you sure you're alright? I mean, last night, you were pretty shaken up, and now you just…I just need to know you're okay."

She nodded, "I'm fine. Last night was just a bad dream…I'll get over it."
He seemed unconvinced, "If you regret me being in here-"

She grabbed the hand that was on her face, and squeezed it, "Damon, no…I don't."

"Then why-"
"I was just caught off guard," she insisted, "I wasn't expecting anyone to be in the bed with me and you were…well, it was just a little…distracting."

She didn't like the seemingly knowing gaze that he gave her.
Nor the smirk that slowly crept up on his face.

"Sorry, then," he offered, "I didn't mean to make you jumpy."
"I'm okay," she promised, "It wasn't that big of a deal"

His gaze dropped over her body, and he didn't even try to hide the obvious size up he was giving her. Then his blue irises landed back on her brown ones.
"Big, huh?"

That was all it took for her face to turn scarlet again.
Fuck her life.

He'd clearly been awake a second too long, and she could imagine he knew exactly what she'd been thinking about.
What she'd been doing with her subtle movements.

She bit her lip, "Um, yeah…well, uh, you might want to go get back in the bed you're supposed to be sleeping in. I really do need to wake up Chris, and I don't want him getting the wrong idea, if you catch my drift."

He grinned, "Yeah, we wouldn't want him to think I had my wicked way with you."

She tried to give him a stern face, "I'm serious, Damon. We need to be careful…I don't want Chris coming to the wrong conclusions about us."
"Right," he nodded, "I can see how this would be hard to explain."

She refused to let him tease her, but couldn't help but smirk a little as she rolled her eyes, "Just go back in there."
He chuckled lightly, before nodding, and reaching for the door.

She shook her head, and followed.

Damon couldn't help but smirk to himself as he walked into the kitchen to make coffee.
He was pretty sure she hadn't been doing it consciously, but there were worse ways to wake up than Elena rubbing herself against his erection.

Part him hadn't of wanted to say anything, once he realized what she was doing, but a second longer, and he would have had her underneath him, sliding into the one place she clearly couldn't help but want him.

But that wouldn't have been fair to either of them.

He wanted more than just her body, even though he definitely wanted that too.
But he needed her trust first, and her heart.

He wanted to remind her of how good they'd been together.
And once they'd worked out the messy stuff, they could focus on the more primal issues.

Though he still planned on giving her a hard time about it.
Her blushing cheeks were too adorable not to.

Though, he'd at least keep it to a minimum when Chris was around, because, sadly, Elena was right.
He didn't need their son getting the wrong impression.

Elena came into the kitchen then, still in her night shorts and tank top.
"Is the coffee done?"

"Almost," he told her, and watched as she opened the cabinet, grabbing the pill bottle.

His brows pulled together, "Do you still have a headache?"
She grabbed a glass, and filled it with water, "A little, but I think it's going away. It's definitely not as bad as it was yesterday."

He reached for her, pulling her into him, and pressed his lips to her forehead.
"You're still warm," he told her, worriedly, "You had a fever last night, too, but I remembered you'd been drinking, so the pills wouldn't have been a good idea."

She nodded, "It's just a small fever. It'll probably be gone by lunch…but I need to get ready for work."

He eyed her, "Are you sure you need to go to the office if you're not feeling well?"
She nodded, "I should. Really. I have a certain amount of hours to fill, and I've never missed them."

He considered this, "Can't you just work a little more, later in the week? I mean, you finished your article right? There's no harm in taking a day to rest, let yourself feel better."
Plus he was feeling a little selfish, and wanted to keep her there with him.

"I guess I could," she reasoned, "I'd have to call Elijah though, let him know I'm changing my hours."
Damon nodded, "Then do that. I think you should let your fever break before trying to do too much."

She gave him a look, "It wouldn't be the first time I've gone to work sick, Damon. I have bills to pay."
He sighed, "I'm sure you've sacrificed your health plenty in the past. But I'm here now, and trust me, being a top selling music artist brings in its share of profit. I can help you."

She blinked at him, "You want to help with the bills? You haven't even been here that long. I'd feel bad if you had to-"
"Elena," he stated, cutting her off, "I'm only trying to do what I should have been doing for the past decade and a half. I told you, I'm here for you now. To help support you, and Christian. Trust me, I can afford it."

He was rewarded with a hesitant smile, "Thank you."
He smiled back, "I owe you so much more, but I figured this was a start."

Before she could answer, Christian joined them, fully dressed, but still rubbing his eyes.

"Food?"

Damon chuckled, "Yeah, just give me a second."

Chris nodded, taking a seat on one of the stools, and laying his head down on the island.
Elena threw him a concerned look, "How late did you stay up last night?"

Chris's shoulder's shrugged, but he didn't look up, "I went to bed after Damon and I finished talking, then I texted April for a bit, and fell asleep."
Elena nodded, "Well, get you some coffee or something. You look half dead."

He shot her a look, "Thanks."
She shrugged, "Just saying. You don't need to go to school looking like a zombie."

Damon listened to them talk as he moved to start breakfast.

He was keeping it simple today, as he smiled at the light banter going on in the back ground.
He rummaged through the fridge, grabbing yogurt, and an assortment of fruits.
Then he proceeded to cut them into bite size pieces.

"What's that?" Chris asked, after realizing what Damon was doing.
"Fruit salad. Fast and easy."

Chris appraised it, as Damon finished cutting a banana and added it to the good sized bowl he'd grabbed.
Elena sipped her coffee as he finished with the fruit.

Finally, he scooped a good bit of yogurt out on top of the pile, and began to mix it all together.
When he was satisfied, he grabbed two bowls and spoons, filling them.

"Bon Appetite," he stated, placing one in front of Chris, and the other in front of Elena.

Chris immediately downed his, even throwing out a compliment, before his ride showed up to take him to school.

An idea struck Damon just as his son reached the door.
"Hey, Chris."
The boy glanced back, "Yeah?"

"You want to invite April over for dinner tonight? I'd love to meet her."
Christian blinked, deciding, "Uh, yeah, sure…I can ask her."

Damon nodded, "Alright. Just text later and let us know."
"Okay," he shot, opening the door, "See you later."

Elena watched the interaction with a raised brow.

Once Chris was gone, she claimed Damon's attention, "What was that about?"
Damon looked at her, "You don't mind, do you?"

She shook her head, "Of course not. April's a sweet girl. I was just wondering why the sudden dinner plan?"
Damon shrugged, "Just trying to be a part of Chris's life. I'd say the girlfriend is a big part of that."

Elena eyed him, "I guess that's true…though I'm kind of curious as to what the two of you talked about last night. He's acting so much more relaxed around you."

That won a smiled from him, and her heart fluttered a bit.

"I'm hoping he will start to feel more at ease with me. And as for last night…I guess it was just the first time he heard my side of things."
Her brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"Apparently Grayson left him with the impression that I'd used you for a quick fuck, then bailed as soon as I could. He didn't know anything about your dad talking to me, which isn't really that surprising, seeing as you didn't either. But still, Grayson has no right telling that boy any of his personal feelings. And I'm starting to think that that's where a lot of Chris's resentment came from."

Elena grew angry with her father.

"That wouldn't surprise me at all. But I didn't know Dad was talking to him about you…did he tell you what was said?"

Damon shrugged, "Only that I was made out to be the bad guy. Which, I guess in Grayson's opinion, I am."
Elena shook her head, "He needs to mind his own business."

Damon didn't disagree, "I plan on having a talk with him eventually."
Probably not a good plan though, "I understand why you would want to, but do you think that's smart?"

Damon sighed, "I don't want to go and point fingers at the guy, Elena. I just want to get all this shit out in the open. Let bygones be bygones, and all. He needs to understand that I'm here, and I plan on staying."

She smiled a little, loving that idea.

"Well, in that case, I guess it may not hurt. Though I can't promise he'll be as civilized."

Damon shrugged, "That's his problem. I just plan on telling him how things are going to be, and let him know that he's not welcome to fill my son's head with his personal vendetta."
Elena nodded, "And I'll support you in that. He needs to let Chris make his own decisions…we all do."

Damon eyed her, "True…but we'll leave Grayson as a battle for another day. As for now, you need to start relaxing, let your fever die down."

She rolled her eyes at his insistence, "Yeah, yeah…and I still need to call Elijah first though."
Damon nodded, "Well, go call him, then come back into the living room. I have an idea."

She eyed him suspiciously, "What kind of idea?"

He smirked in that drop dead way of his, "You'll see. But it involves my guitar and an old black book, so I'm sure you'll be happy with it."
She smiled, "I'll make it a quick call."

Damon chuckled, "I'll be waiting."

I NEEDED a little smut scene lol, but again, trying to keep it believable!
Though I do think Elena would be insane not to fantasize about Damon, especially after a night of cuddling!
But now that my fluff meter has been tamed lol...

What did you guys think?

Elena's fantasy?
Damon's teasing?

How do you think Chris would react if they got together?
Do you think they should give in to the attraction?

April's coming for dinner...is there anything you'd like to see happen, between the four?
And what do you think Damon will plan for the day?

Review, review! Please? :)