A little more smut/fluff for you guys! So glad you all enjoyed the last chapter!
I was half asleep when I posted it, but I was hoping it covered everything that it needed to lol.
Now that such a big hurdle in the story has been reached, it may speed up some, depending on how everything unfolds, but I don't want it to be rushed, so...we'll see.
So happy to read all of your reviews! Really, they make my day!
And now on to the story!
Damon woke up late enough for the sun to be pouring in through the window, and was only a little surprised to find the spot next to him on the bed empty.
He sat up, running a hand over his face, as he became more alert.
It had been a long night.
He could smell coffee in the air though, and it was worth it.
He wondered why Elena hadn't woken him up, and glanced through the opened door, down the hall, but didn't catch a glimpse of her.
So she must be in the kitchen.
Which would explain the coffee smell.
He stood, and stretched, before considering joining her, but then realized that he had no clothes on...and he still smelled like sex.
Okay, so a quick shower, then Elena, then coffee, he decided.
He was closer to Elena's bathroom now anyway, so he walked through the doorway, into the only room of the house he hadn't really been in.
His first thought was that it was definitely female.
Cosmetics laced the counter, along with a curler and hair ties.
But there were also soaps, and a fresh towel, which was all he needed.
As he ran the water and stepped under the spray, he began to wonder if Elena had left him sleeping on purpose.
He remembered her words last night, about having no regrets, but he also knew how quickly a mind could change, especially when it was over something like this.
Maybe she was having second thoughts after all.
A second part of his brain told him he was being an idiot.
Elena had had every chance to back out last night, and had chosen not to.
Not to mention, she was the one who had started rubbing on him a few minutes after they'd finished, silently seeking round two.
Round three and four, however, had been his doing.
It really had been a long night.
He washed up, but kept the shower short, wanting to get to the woman down the hall so he could put his worries to rest.
He wrapped the towel around his waist, seeing as his clothes from last night were still scattered around other areas of the house, and started down the hall.
Elena was as he expected, in the kitchen.
But what he hadn't expected, was her attire.
He leaned silently against the door frame, drinking in the sight.
She stood, cutting a tomato at the counter, her freshly washed, damp hair hanging over her shoulders, clad in what was left of the shirt he'd been wearing the night before.
It was too big for her tiny frame, but showed a delicious amount of tanned leg.
He wolf-whistled.
Elena jumped a little, her eyes shooting to him, but then she smiled.
"God, Damon! I could have cut my finger off."
He grinned, walking over to her, "Sorry. I just couldn't help myself."
Now that she was turned toward him, he had a better view.
A few buttons had been ripped off the shirt, but she managed to cover up all the necessities with what was left.
It ended at just the top of her thighs, but showed a good amount of her stomach, and a hint of those full breasts.
He had to force himself not to get turned on right then and there.
Which was difficult, with her smiling at him like that.
"I figured you wouldn't mind if I borrowed it," she smirked, flirtingly.
He smiled, relieved that she seemed to still be okay with everything, "Not at all, baby, not at all."
She sat the knife down, and wiped her hands off on a hand towel, before reaching for him.
"Good morning," she purred, sliding her arms around his neck.
Now this was more like what he'd been wanting, "Good morning."
He dipped his head down, kissing her slowly, long and drawn out.
It still didn't stop her from moaning though, which brought all the blood right back to the place he was trying to keep it from.
He pulled back a little, "So, uh, whatcha making?"
She threw a glance at the vegetables she'd been cutting.
"I was going to con you into making omelettes," she admitted, "So I figured I'd get everything ready for you, for when you woke up."
He smiled, "Omelettes do sound good...and why didn't you just wake me? I would have gotten up with you."
She nodded, "I know. But you looked so relaxed like that...I would have felt bad."
He smirked.
Of course he was relaxed.
He was more relaxed now than he'd been in years, and it's not like he planned on pretending that she had nothing to do with that.
"I blame it on last night," he winked, and she blushed a little.
That color looked good on her skin, he decided, lifting his hand to stroke it.
God, he couldn't stop touching her, even innocently.
Not now that he finally could.
Her hand closed around his, and brought it to her shoulder.
"Glad I could help," she smiled, but he noticed that passing look in her eyes.
Their brown depths melted him. Making him feel like he was flying and falling, all at the same time.
"So...breakfast?" he offered, trying to steer his mind away from her body.
She, however, seemed to be in-tuned with him, "We could do that...or we could do something else."
Her tone left no question to what she meant.
Nor did the fact that her hands were now fingering the top of the towel that was wrapped around his waist.
He stopped fighting off his lust then, smirking, "I was trying to be polite."
She grinned, before kissing him firmly, "Well, I'm not."
She gave a quick yank of the fabric, and his towel fell away.
He had only began to process her words when she took his hand and pulled him into the living room.
He let her direct him, as she pushed him down onto the sofa, and crawled into his lap, her lips attacking his.
He could feel her heated core, and grew even harder, knowing that she wasn't wearing underwear, and that nothing was separating their bodies.
She took full advantage of his position, forcing his head back so that she could kiss along his neck, and he brought his hands up, cupping her through his ruined shirt.
She lifted her body then, and he helped her align their sexes, allowing her to slide down onto him with ease.
They both shuttered at the contact.
Then, as she lifted and slammed back down, Damon saw stars.
His head fell back all on it's own, and he focused on just feeling her.
Elena was clearly enjoying herself as well, the way she moaned as she rubbed herself against him, lifting and falling.
He could live like this forever.
But part of him noted that Chris probably wouldn't appreciate that.
Shit. Chris!
"Mhhm, Elena," he pulled away from her hungry mouth, "Babe, what about-"
She was kissing him again, and he couldn't help but smile against her lips.
Who knew she'd be so eager?
"Baby," He stated firmer, and she pulled away slightly.
"What's wrong?"
He could see a panic in her eyes, and had a feeling the same rush of doubts he'd had earlier were now running through her mind.
He cupped her cheek to calm her, "Nothings wrong," he assured her, "I just remembered about Chris...what time was he supposed to be back?"
She relaxed now, understanding, "Not really sure. He'll text first, though."
Damon's brows furrowed at the thought of their son busting them like this, "You're positive?"
She smiled, "Yes, Damon, I am...we're good."
He returned the look, "Well, in that case..."
He wrapped his arms around her, before lifting them effortlessly, "I think I should show you why it's always a good idea to just wake me up in the mornings. Especially if you plan on looking this damn sexy."
She laughed as she clung to him, and the sound was music to his ears.
Chris had been watching April's face for half an hour.
It wasn't often that he got to see her like this, in the mornings, so he tried to commit it to memory.
Smiling, he remembered the first time they'd actually gotten to sleep together, in the literal sense of the word.
Elena and his Aunt Caroline had planned some big pre-Christmas celebration at the lake house that Stefan and Caroline owned, last year.
It was mainly the adults and their work friends, but his younger cousins were there too.
Having no one his age, and it being the holidays, Christian had begged for Elena to let April come with them.
It was only one night, after all, in a house full of adults.
She had agreed, after some persuading, and had even talked, long and consistently, to Pastor Young, to get permission.
After a few hours on the phone, and a life binding promise to make sure Chris and April were watched at all times, he'd agreed.
The day had been fun.
He and April had chased his cousins around the yard, playing in the snow, and they had skated on the lake.
The evening had followed with equal bliss, most of the adults leaving, accept for his aunt, uncle, and mom.
They had built a huge fire in the fireplace and put on some cheesy Christmas movie for the kids, after eating the left over desserts.
There were two bedrooms in the house.
Stefan and Caroline eventually retired to one, and usually, if present, Elena occupied the other.
But keeping true to her promise to the Pastor, she'd stayed in the living room with the kids, making Chris pull out the fold out mattress from the couch for all four of them to lay on.
April had slept on the far edge, closer to the fire, Lexi curling into her side, then him and Nik, on the other side.
Elena had tossed a ton of blankets on them, before finally settling into the recliner across from them.
It had still been one of the best nights he'd had.
And in the morning, he'd found April very similar to how she was now.
Hair slightly tasseled, make up smudged a bit, even thought that was probably from her tears, but still, she looked peaceful.
He reached over, brushing a piece of her hair back behind her ear.
The feelings he had for this girl were unlike anything he'd known before.
The guys gave him a hard time about it sometimes, but he didn't care, because he knew they just didn't understand.
He honestly believed that April was the best thing that could have ever happened to him.
Which was why he was going to kill Kol as soon as he got the chance.
Last night, he'd wanted to, so badly.
But April had needed him then, and despite the anger than had boiled in his blood, her needs had to come first.
That still didn't mean that he was okay with it.
Though he hadn't really decided what to do about it yet.
April was right about him needing to stay out of trouble, but ever nerve in his body was pressing him to beat Kol to a pulp.
Another part of him just wanted an answer.
Kol was one of his best friends...so why would he do this?
It just didn't seem right, and Chris couldn't rationalize it.
He'd have to talk to Kol.
But for now, he'd leave it alone, because April was safe and in his arms, and in the moment, that was what mattered.
He'd make sure she was okay first.
It was safe to say that the omelette breakfast didn't happen until well after noon, once Elena and Damon had both re-showered and finally got around to cooking them.
Well, Damon had cooked them; Elena had kept him company, and sampled the food.
Now, that they were both clean, and full, they lounged in the living room.
Elena was lying on the couch with her knees propped up, while Damon sat on the floor, near her head, with his guitar, trying to work out some random melodies.
"Too low," she commented, "It's a good fit, but it needs to be in a higher note."
He tried again, strumming at a different pitch, "Better?"
She nodded, "Yeah, like that."
The music filled the air for a second, and Elena twittled with the pen and pad she held in her hands.
"So, what exactly are you supposed to be writing about?" she asked.
He shrugged, and stopped playing, "Anything I guess. Ric just wants me to get back in touch with myself. He said to write some new stuff and send it in. So far, that song about Chris is all that's come to me."
Elena nodded, "Well, that alone was a lot."
He smiled a little, "I was feeling unusually inspired."
"Yeah?" she pressed, and he sat the guitar to the side, nodding.
"It's not every day that something like this happens, Elena. There were so many things going through my head this past week, about him, and us...I couldn't work it all out, so I just started playing...and that song was kinda what happened."
She smiled moving a hand to stroke his hair, as he leaned back against the couch, "That's good though. It means you're actually using your emotions in your songs again, and that's how you make them sell."
Damon sighed, "I know. But it's not really even about selling anymore. I mean, yeah, that's what Ric and them are hoping happens, but...it's more than that. My music has always been apart of me, and I'm feeling a little disappointed that I let it get so far away from me."
She leaned over, kissing the top of his head, "You'll find it again, babe. But until you do, here...check this out."
She handed him the notepad she'd been writing on, that now held a piece of a song she'd started.
He read over the words.
When the summer rolls around
And the sun starts sinking down
I still remember you
Oh, I remember you
And I wonder where you are
Are you looking at those same stars again?
Do you remember when?
We woke under a blanket
All tangled up in skin
Not knowing in that moment
We'd never speak again
But it was perfect;
I never will forget
When we owned the night
Yeah, we owned the night
She felt encouraged when a smile spread across Damon's face.
"You like?" she teased, once he finished and looked up at her.
He nodded, "Elena, this is great, seriously!"
She grinned, "I figured giving you a boost couldn't hurt. Besides, I could always write the lyrics better than you."
He chuckled, "No arguments there...but really, Elena...I think you might actually be onto something with this."
She rose a brow, "You think?"
He nodded, "Definitely. But I'm gonna need you to sing it out. I'm assuming you matched it to the melody you've been having me play for the past thirty minutes?"
She smirked, "You know me well."
He picked up his guitar again, sliding it into place against him.
"Okay," he looked up at her, "I'm gonna play the first chord out, then you can pick up, and show me what you're thinking."
She nodded, grabbing the pad back, "Okay, go."
It was only an hour later that they were grinning ear to ear, looking at a finished copy.
Damon was shaking his head, "You're amazing Elena. I mean it."
They were both on the couch now, the pad between them, now holding all sorts of note marks, scribbles, and corrections.
But at least they were satisfied with the end result.
She smiled, "Okay, play it from the start."
He turned the pad toward him, and started moving his fingers.
After running through the first few notes, he started singing.
"Tell me have you ever wanted
Someone so much it hurts?
Your lips keep trying to speak
But you just can't find the words
Well I had this dream once;
I held it in my head
She was the purest beauty
But not the common kind
She had a way about her
That made you feel alive
And for a moment
We made the world stand still
Yeah, we owned the night
You had me dim the lights;
You danced just like a child
The wine spilled on your dress
And all you did was smile
Yeah, it was perfect
I hold it in my mind
Yeah, we owned the night"
The melody hitched then, jumping up a few notes, and Elena couldn't help but smile as Damon played it out beautifully.
The man really was talented.
"When the summer rolls around
And the sun starts sinking down
I still remember you
Oh, I remember you
And I wonder where you are
Are you looking at those same stars again?
Do you remember when?
We woke under a blanket
All tangled up in skin
Not knowing in that moment
We'd never speak again
But it was perfect;
I never will forget
When we owned the night
Yeah, we owned the night"
As he finished and the music faded, Elena clapped.
Damon smirked at her mockingly.
"That was amazing," she complemented.
He was smiling in earnest, "Because of you."
The light blush she got every time someone sincerely complemented her, crept up onto her cheeks as she waved him off.
"It took both of us, actually. And you're right. You really might have something there."
He nodded, "I'll record it later and send it to Alaric. He'll be happy at least."
He moved his guitar off to the side, and Elena took full advantage, sliding into his opened arms.
Damon let her settle against him before closing his arms around her.
"I miss making music with you," she admitted quietly, after a moment.
She could feel Damon exhale, and he too, took a moment before answering, "I missed it too, baby."
She looked up at him, and found that he was already looking at her, "Do you think we would have made it? Back then, I mean."
He nodded, "Yeah, I do. We would have hated life at times, and probably driven each other nuts, but we would have made it work. The music, the school, us...we could have done it."
She nodded, "Do you ever wish we had?"
He seemed to consider this, before answering, "I used to. All the time. But I'm starting to learn that things will work out if they are meant to. It may have taken us a lot longer than we'd hoped, but we're together now...and in any other life, we wouldn't have Christian."
Elena leaned her head into his shoulder, "That's true...I couldn't imagine not having him in my life..." she sighed, "I guess someone, somewhere, knew better than us, huh?"
Damon smiled, "I guess so."
He leaned down to kiss her, just as there was a knock on the front door.
Elena sighed, giving up Damon's lips to check on their interrupter.
She walked across the living room and opened the door, surprised to find who was behind it.
Kol, in his every day attire, seeming freshly showered, smiled at her, "Hey, , is Chris here?"
Elena couldn't help but narrow her eyes at the nerve of this boy.
"Why do you want to know?"
Kol ran a hand through his hair and appeared to be blushing a little, "I...I think he's mad at me, and I was hoping I could talk to him."
Elena rose a brow, "You think?"
Of course Chris was mad at him! God, you'd think the kid had absolutely no conscience about what he'd done!
"Yeah," Kol nodded, "I-I kinda blacked out last night, can't remember a thing...and now I've got these text from him, and he seems kinda..." the boy sighed, "Do you have any idea what I did to piss him off?"
I know, I know, I know! I've probably been murdered soooo many times in all of your heads for these cliff hangers.
But hey, at least I try and update regularly, so you don't have to wait too long ;)
Annnnyway, ya know the drill :)
What did you guys think?
The Delena morning?
The Chris reflection/memory scene?
The new song?
And Kol?
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