Hey guys! Sorry about the wait!
Got busy with the whole 4th of July stuff!
And sorry that this chapter is a little short, but it's where it needed to end! :)
Hope you like :)
After shutting her door, she walked into the bathroom, flipping on the light.
She turned on the sink faucet and splashed some water on her face, before looking into the mirror.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were wide, and her lips were swollen.
She looked sexed up, which would be achingly correct.
She hadn't been this turned on in years, and her body definitely knew it.
Hell, she'd practically been dripping to have Damon inside her, and that was with them barely past the make out stage.
She sighed, taking a deep breath, and turned to go back to bed.
She needed to get a hold of herself, regain her self-control.
Readjusting her pillow, she climbed under the blankets and tried to make herself comfortable.
She let her mind drift to the current situation as a distraction.
Damon wanted to take Chris out for guy time.
Maybe it would be good for them.
But her protective instincts were in overdrive.
Not that she didn't want to trust Damon with their son, but just the fact that the topic was going to be so personal, she wasn't sure how Chris would react.
She sighed.
That was Damon's problem.
She made a mental note to ask Stefan what he thought.
Chris had talked to him for years when he started going through the puberty stages, and Elena was glad there was at least one male in his life that the boy trusted.
Maybe he told Stefan more though.
Maybe he would have told Stefan if he was having sex with April…but surely Stefan would have mentioned it to her, wouldn't he?
She'd have to ask him, just to be sure.
A light tap on her door yanked her from her thoughts.
She sat up in the bed, "Yeah?"
The door opened, and she could see Damon's silhouette in the dim light.
He closed the door behind him, and hesitated, lingering there in his underwear.
"Damon," she whispered, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just…,"He took a step forward, enough for her to see his face, and she could tell that he was debating with himself.
"What is it?"
He sighed, moving to sit on the edge of her bed, "I need to be with you, Elena."
She froze, her mouth going dry, "We can't, Damon. I told you…I need time…and Chris, he has-"
"No, no," he hurried, "I don't mean like that."
She blinked at him, "Then what?"
He huffed, taking her hand, "I just need to be around you. I can't sleep, Elena. I need to feel you."
His voice was quiet, small.
She realized that he was waiting for her rejection, so that she could make him go back to bed.
By all means, that would be the smart, responsible thing to do.
But since when was she ever responsible when it came to him?
"Just sleeping?" she inquired, and his gaze shot to hers.
"I promise. I'm not going to deny wanting you, Elena…but it's not just about the sex. The way I feel next to you is something I've been missing for a long time. And right now, I just need to feel you in my arm."
His eyes were wide, vulnerable.
She swallowed, but nodded, "Then come to bed."
He moved then, pulling back the blankets, and she wiggled over, giving him room.
Her bed dipped when he laid down, and she held her breath, letting him situate them.
He lifted her, so that his arm could slide under her head, as his hand pulled her to him.
She let go of the restraints she'd held all night, and fell into his embrace completely.
His arms closed around her, as she snuggled into his chest, letting both of them relax.
His hand played with the ends of her hair, and it kind of felt nice.
Hell, just being this close to him felt nice.
His smell was all around her, so masculine, so Damon.
It made her feel happy.
And safe.
But most of all, it was a sure reminder that she wasn't alone.
That was all she registered, as her breathing fell in tune with his own, and the drowsiness began to settle over her.
Then he whispered, "Elena…"
"Hmm?" she asked, her eyes closing.
"I dreamed of this."
His arms around her tightened, and she somehow felt like he was holding her together again.
Fixing all of her brokenness.
Thickness filled her throat, but she smiled.
"So did I."
Chris knew it wasn't morning yet, when his phone went off.
Sleepily, he grabbed it, as it vibrated on his night stand.
A text message.
At three in the morning.
Groaning, he adjusted his eyes and opened it.
Tyler has to help with FF this weekend
We still game for Saturday?
-Kol
Chris tried to clear his mind.
What was supposed to happen Saturday? And Tyler had to help with what?
His brain cleared a little as he realized Kol was talking about the Fall Festival.
The group had decided months ago that they were going to skip out on the Halloween party at the town square, and break into the Beckham Hotel.
It was said to be one of the most haunted places in Virginia, even though it had been closed up for years.
But he couldn't.
He texted Kol back.
Grounded. Mom's making me help too.
-Chris
It didn't take long to get a reply.
Are you kidding? Me and Jer can't do it alone.
-Kol
It was too late to be having this conversation.
Seriously, could the guy not wait until school in the morning to bombard with the curiosity?
There's always next year. We'll talk more later. Get your ass to sleep.
-Chris
Yes, Mom.
-Kol
Chris chuckled a little, sitting up to make sure his phone was hooked onto the charger.
Then he reached for the glass of water he usually kept next to him, but found it empty.
Great.
With a dramatic sigh, he pulled away his blankets, and crawled out of the warm bed.
Quietly he opened his door, and crept down the hallway.
He managed to get through the living room, and into the kitchen, without waking anyone up.
Quickly, he filled the cup, and drained it, not realizing he'd been so thirsty.
He filled it again, and walked quietly back toward the living room.
He wasn't used to having to sneak around, just to get a drink.
But seeing as Damon was now camping out on the sofa, there was a chance that the noise would-
He blinked.
The sofa was folded out, but there was no Damon on the mattress.
He looked around.
The bathroom light was off, and the front door was still locked.
Weird.
"Damon?" he called out in a loud whisper.
No answer.
He felt an unexplainable uneasiness.
Had Damon left? In the middle of the night, without telling them?
That didn't make sense.
Unless it had all gotten to be too much for the rolling stone, and he'd ditched.
A slight panic gripped Chris's chest, and he hurried to the window, looking outside.
Damon's Camaro was still in the driveway.
He breathed in relief.
There was no way Damon would leave that behind.
Chiding himself, he took a steady breath.
Damon was still here.
He'd said he wanted to work this out, and that was going to require trust.
Which meant that Chris couldn't just believe he'd taken off every time the man wasn't where he was supposed to be.
But then…where was he?
He made his way to the hall to check the bathroom, but the door was open.
With furrowed eyebrows, he looked over.
His mother's bedroom door was open, too.
He knew he probably shouldn't, but curiosity got the best of him, so he snuck down the hallway, and stopped at the door to the room.
There was enough outside light coming in through the window for him to see the shapes on the bed.
Sure enough, Damon's back was facing him.
Quietly, he stepped further into the room.
His eyes trailed over their sleeping faces, as well as the noticeable clothes his mother was thankfully still wearing.
So they weren't screwing then.
Somehow that thought comforted him, knowing that they weren't starting a fling behind his back.
But then, what exactly was going on?
His eyes could see pretty well in the dark, and he stared at his mother's face.
She seemed so relaxed, so content.
She looked like she was in the deepest sleep of her life, and he wondered just how much stress had been taken off of her shoulders by Damon's homecoming.
He looked at his father.
The man's arms were wrapped protectively around Elena, but his face was calm.
He seemed…happy.
His head was resting against hers, and Chris could tell that their feet were intertwined, too.
They looked like a couple.
Strangely, he felt a smile cross his lips.
This feeling of…satisfaction, wasn't exactly what he'd expected to feel.
But he did.
He was happy.
Happy that it appeared he'd get his family after all.
Leaving them to sleep, he quietly left the room, pulling the door closed behind him, and walked back to his own room.
He sat down the glass of water, before getting under the blanket, and sighing contently.
His parents were sharing a bed now.
He smiled.
April was never going to let him hear the end of this.
Again, I know it was short...but I hope you liked! :)
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