Feel it coming in the air and the screams from everywhere, I'm addicted to the thrill; it's a dangerous love affair. - Rihanna; Run this town.
Damon stared out of the windscreen of the car. The rain was pelting down still and lightning occasionally lit up the sky, the only light there had been for hours. Despite the unhappy weather, Damon had a massive smile on his face; a smile that just would not seem to disappear. He was smiling because the girl of his dreams was laying asleep on the backseats of the car, his jacket serving as a blanket. The girl who had only hours before, agreed to run away with him and eventually become his wife. Elena was going to become his wife. He was so lucky, easily the luckiest man on Earth, to have this angel agree to be his for eternity. The only thing that was slightly off about his mood was his agitation about the fact that she did not yet have a ring on her finger; the proposal had not exactly been planned, but it was easily the best choice he had ever made. So that was why he was driving through this deserted town at three in the morning instead of taking Elena to a motel so she could sleep move comfily. He was going ring shopping.
He drove down the deserted high street and watched the shops that were passing, he was looking for a jewellers. Aha. Perfect. He brought the car to a stop a couple of metres away from the Tiffany's sitting proudly in the middle of the parade of shops. He leaned into the back of the car and placed a kiss on Elena's forehead.
"I love you" He couldn't get over that fact that he could now say that to her whenever he wanted.
He stared at her sleeping form for a moment longer, brushed a stray blonde tendril off her forehead then left the car, clicking it locked as he walked away. He slunk around to the back of the shop and soundlessly broke in, careful not to trip off the burglar alarm. He walked into the security office and shut down all of the cameras, he really couldn't be bothered with compelling jumped up policemen. He stalked through to the front of the store, his eyes surveying the shiny jewellery until his gaze rested upon the rings; Elena's ring had to be perfect, just like her. He walked over to them, his hands resting on the glass case that they sat in. There was a massive assortment, from flashy rubies set in gold to onyx encased in silver, but nothing seemed quite right. He was about to give up and find somewhere else, when his gaze rested on a plain white gold band with a tiny diamond set in it; it was beautiful. He could see Elena wearing this ring, it was perfection.
He pulled out his wallet and took out the five-hundred dollars that he had sitting in there; he didn't want to steal Elena's wedding ring, he couldn't remember the last thing he'd actually bought, he was happy that Elena's ring was practically the first thing he'd spent money on since becoming a vampire. He had cheaper ways of acquiring the things he needed. He stuffed the money in the cash register, then swiftly walked out of the shop; eager to get back to Elena. He ran through the storm, unlocking the car ahead of him; when he got inside and had shut the door, he once again leaned towards the backseat. He gently took Elena's left hand in his and slipped the ring onto her wedding finger, smiling at how it fit perfectly and how at home it looked sitting on her finger. He dropped a kiss on her hand, before starting the car and heading back out into the torrential rain.
His next mission was to get Elena to a half-decent motel where she could have a good night's sleep. She'd fallen asleep about three hours ago in the front seat, Damon had tried to make her more comfortable by moving her into the backseat and covering her with his jacket, but he didn't like seeing her cramped back there, he didn't want the first night of the rest of their lives to be like this. He drove for another half hour before he came across a motel. He parked up then gently shook Elena awake, she moaned in protest before her eyes flickered open, her frown became a smile instantly when she saw him.
"Hey you" She said softly, a small smile sitting on her lips.
"You sleep okay beautiful?"
"Mmmmhmmm" She replied softly as she stretched her arms above her head.
"I found us a motel, we're gonna have to run through the storm first though, you ready?"
She nodded, and then slipped on his leather jacket, pulling the hood up. She took Damon's hand and he pulled her out of the car, running through the downpour and locking the car behind them as they ran. They stumbled into the make-shift lobby sopping wet and shivering from the frigid air. Damon wrapped his arm around Elena's shoulders; pulling her in close to him in an attempt to warm her up.
"Your best room. Free of charge" He compelled the woman at the front desk, flashing her the white lightning smile that made all women go weak at the knees.
"Sure" She replied, handing him the key then leaning forward flirtily "Room 45, if you need anything, don't be afraid to come down here and ask me"
Elena grabbed her hand and practically dragged him away; he couldn't keep the smile off his face at her blatantly jealous behaviour. She had the cutest little frown settled on her face and a possessive glint in her eyes. He let her continue to lead him down the corridors of the motel until they reached room 45. He lazily unlocked the door and turned the light on, grimacing slightly at the beige interior, it was so boring, but at least it would only have to do for tonight. He wasn't going to be picky right now; when he could see that Elena was almost falling asleep where she stood. He closed the door behind them and pulled Elena into an embrace, resting his chin on her head and running his hands up her back. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and then let her free, walking towards the bathroom.
"'Lena, I'm gonna go and have a shower. You can just go to sleep if you want, you don't have to wait up"
"Damon, I don't have any pyjamas" She laughed softly, remaining in the same spot.
Damon thought to himself for a minute before an idea struck him. He pulled his black polo shirt off and threw it to her.
"Wear this, I'll just go topless" He smirked, winking at her, enjoying the blush that crept onto Elena's cheeks.
He walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He kicked the rest of his clothes off and stepped into the shower, grimacing once more as the water ran cold all over his body. He washed quickly with the motel's shower gel and washed his hair with the motel's shampoo; if he was to describe the way they smelled, he would say beige, boring and forgettable. He quickly towled himself off and pulled his boxers back on, eager to get under the warm covers with his angel. When he got back into the room, Elena was sitting up in the double bed with her had held out in front of her; admiring her ring. Damon blushed slightly, suddenly anxious as to whether she would like it or not. He wanted it to be perfect. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. The love that resided in them shook him to the bone, and he thought that maybe; just maybe, she loved him almost as much as he loved her.
"Damon, it's perfect. When did you buy it?"
"When you were asleep, do you like it?" He asked her anxiously.
"Oh Damon, I love it" She breathed, gazing into his smouldering black eyes.
Her eyes flicked over his body now, realising that he was standing in front of her, nearly naked. Her eyes went down from his perfect face to stare at his upper body, taking in his slightly ribby perfect six-pack, taught white skin sitting on defined muscles. Her breath caught at the trail of hair that disappeared into his black Calvin Klein boxer shorts. She'd never wanted anyone like this before, not even Stefan; she'd never really liked anyone enough to actually think about doing that with them. She thought about doing that with Damon. She was out right ogling him.
"You know it's rude to stare Elena?" He said, lounging against the bathroom door, smiling cockily at her.
She laughed softly, and then snuggled down into the blankets, burying her head into the surprisingly soft pillow, sighing softly in contentment. She was eager for a night of cuddling with her sweetheart, she wanted nothing more than to feel Damon's arms wrapped around her again; any distance was way too much. He jumped in next to her, wrapping his arms round her waist and tickling her, she yelped in response, giggling into the pillows. Damon twisted her around to face him and placed a kiss on the end of her nose, he gazed at her; she looked so cute wearing his shirt.
"You are the cutest thing I've ever seen"
She laughed softly, thinking that, no; he was the cutest thing in the world. Sensing her tiredness, Damon switched off the light then wrapped his arms around her so they lay together like spoons. He buried his head into her hair; his hands slipped up under her shirt to rest on her hips, relishing the warmth of her bare skin. He placed a last kiss on the back of her head, then almost immediately drifted off to the best night's sleep he'd had in his 567 years.
Elena woke before Damon and for a moment, just lay there revelling in the heat from his warm arms wrapped around her. She would easily stay like this for a while longer, but she wanted to look at him; she wanted to see his face. She loved watching Damon while he slept. She wriggled out of his embrace and twisted around so she was facing him. She smiled softly as she stared down at his face, he looked so relaxed, so content when he was asleep. She compared this Damon to the one she had first met all those months ago, the wild Damon who had used threats and violence to plant his seed in her heart; it would be a lie if she said she wasn't happy that he did. The Damon lying beside her looked so young, so happy and so heartbreakingly beautiful, with the small smile that graced his pout.
It was fascinating to watch him sleep, for although his face was so relaxed, Damon never really lay still; he fingers gripped the sheets, or his toes wriggled. He always had way too much energy to lie completely still, even when he was sleeping. She stroked his face, brushing a few silky strands off his face.
"Morning sunshine" He groaned softly, stretching slightly.
"Morning" She smiled, moving closer to him for a cuddle.
"What do you want to do today princess? The world is our oyster"
She grinned at that, it was so exciting to think that she could just name a place or a thing to do and Damon would just take her there or do it with her.
"Let's just have some breakfast first, I'm starving!" Right on cue, he stomach gave a massive rumble.
A shocked look settled on Damon's face.
"Sorry! I didn't even get you any dinner last night!"
"Damon, It's okay, I'll just go and have a shower and then we can go and find somewhere to eat" she replied, smiling softly at his worry.
She climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She showered quickly and then wrapped a towel around herself, walking back into the bedroom to retrieve her clothes. When she got back into the bedroom, Damon was sitting on the bed, freshly washed wearing clean clothes, looking absolutely gorgeous. He smiled at her, and then pointed to a pile of clothes sitting on the chair next to the desk in the corner of the room. She grinned appreciatively, then slipped on the clean underwear, jeans and T-shirt Damon had brought her.
They walked out of the motel holding hands and emerged into a bright winter's morning without a cloud in the sky; a massive contrast to the thunder and lightning of last night. They got in the car and Damon drove to the city that the motel sat just outside. Elena's eyes lit up at the bright lights and busy traffic; small town life was never really for her. They drove around for a bit, until Damon spotted the cutest little Italian café, out of the bustle of the main street. He pulled in next to it and threw his car keys to the eager valet boy, obviously desperate to take a spin in Damon's Ferrari. They walked into the cafe, once again holding hands and Elena smiled at the authentic décor; this place was perfect. They sat down at a small table by the window and pretty soon, a waiter came over to take their order. He was about 60 and spoke with a heavy Italian accent, so Damon just saved him trouble and spoke back in Italian.
"Possiamo per favore sono due ordini di frittelle e una bottiglia di champagne le tue migliori"
"Ah! Tu sei italiano, di dove sei?"
"Si ssignore, io sono di Firenze, te stesso?"
"Io sono di Milano, è stato bello parlare con te, signore, io vado a prendere il vostro ordine"
The waiter walked away with a smile on his face, obviously happy to have a real Italian in this cafe. Elena smiled at Damon, he seriosuly couldn't be anymore perfect. She had loved the content smile on his face while he was talking to that man in Italian. She wanted Damon to look happy like that more often, becuase if anyone deserved to be happy, it was definately Damon Salvatore. She joined her hand with his over the table, and leaned in for a soft kiss. When she pulled away, Damon kept hold of her hand, toying with the ring that now sat on her finger, an ecstatic smile appeared on her face every time she looked down at it, Damon had picked the perfect ring for her. The ring spoke of new life and promises of eternity with the one she loved above all others.
They were talking contentedly when their food came over and Elena clapped her hands in surprise when she saw the bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket bein brought over to their table. When their food was layed out in front of them, Damon poured them both a glass of champage, toasting to them and their future.
"To us, and how I found you after over five-hundered years of searching for something that would make me feel happy. To new beginings and to how someday, you're going to be Mrs alvatore"
She clinked her glass with his and beamed at him, just so happy to be here with him, living in the fast lane with Damon Salvatore. If you're asked her a few months ago, what she believed she'd be doing right now, she would definately not answer with this. Sitting in an Italian cafe with her fiance, Damon Salvatore. Not Stefan, to be honest, it never really had been Stefan, sure she'd loved him, but that love was nothing compared to this. This was everything.