"I can't believe I still have no idea where we're going…" I muttered as I crossed my arms. Damon was keeping our destination a secret because he said he likes the element of surprise, but I know it's just because he likes to get a kick out of seeing me frustrated.
"Elena, we are already at part one of our journey…" Damon said as he pulled onto a long ramp that lead to the biggest spot in Mystic Falls. My heart started to race as I absorbed the sight before me.
"The…the airport? What are we doing here?" I asked him, still confused.
"I thought it'd be a cool place to camp out…" Damon said sarcastically. I narrowed my eyes at him and he put his hands up in surrender, "alright, alright. We're taking a plane to our destination" he said as he got out of the car. I opened my car door and stared at him, baffled at his aloof behaviour.
"Oh,we're just a plane? Where the hell are we going?" I asked him as I unintentionally stomped my foot slightly. He grinned at my childish behaviour as he grabbed our bags from the trunk of his car. Damon waved to someone behind me and I turned around to see a man in a black tux approach us. I looked at Damon questioningly but he just stepped in front of me to greet him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Salvatore. May I take your bags?" he asked politely. I arched my eyebrow in confusion as Damon handed him all of our stuff. The man took it with ease despite the weight of our luggage.
"Right this way then," he said quietly as he cocked his head and we followed him to the side of the airport.
"Aren't we supposed to go through the terminal?" I whispered to Damon as quietly as possible.
"Tisk-tisk Elena. You should know me better than that, you travel with Damon Salvatore, you travel in style…" he whispered back, doing that eye thing that drove me nuts. Damon grabbed my hand and squeezed it slightly and I felt my heart race at the simple touch.
"Everything is ready for you, Mr. Salvatore…" the man said quietly. I was so caught up in the simple gesture that I didn't take in my surroundings. We were now at the back of the airport…where the private planes were landed. I looked at Damon who shook the man's hand and gestured for me to go up the small set of stairs leading up into the plane.
"A private jet?" I asked, astonished. He winked at me as I hesitantly stepped aboard. The inside was phenomenal. Along the sides were window seats followed by one large black leather chair that was facing a flat screen TV. The entire ceiling was lit by pot lights and the floor was covered in beige carpeting. There was a mini-bar fully stocked drinks and a pantry above that was full of snacks. At the back of the plane were two doors. One was a bedroom and the other was a bathroom. I looked around as the man in the suit whose name I later learned was Jim, took a seat in the cock-pit with his co-pilot. I looked at Damon with sheer astonishment. He only smirked as he sat down in the big leather chair. He didn't say anything; Damon just looked at me and gauged my reaction as I took in my surroundings.
"Did you rent this plane?" was all I could muster up to ask.
"Nope," he said as he emphasized the P, "it was a good investment…" he said as he grabbed a drink from the bar.
"Wait…this is yours? Like…it belongs to you?"
"Well Elena, it doesn't belong to anyone else…" he retorted. I rolled my eyes and the pilot's voice came over the intercom.
"Mr. Salvatore, we are ready for take-off." Damon turned around and pressed a button as he responded into a speaker on the wall.
"Thanks Jim" he said politely. I sat down on one of the window seats and I watched as the airport flew by quickly and then I felt the airplane take off. Soon enough, the only thing I could see were the clouds that surrounded the plane.
I looked over at Damon who was still now taking off his jacket. Once he finished his drink, he set his drink down and walked up to me slowly, and cupped my face with his hands, planting a soft kiss on my lips. My heart was racing in my chest again and Damon slid his hands slightly up my shirt. My breath hitched in my throat as I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him back fiercely. I threw off my jacket as he continued to kiss me hungrily.
"So, Elena…care to join me in the mile-high club?" Damon asked seductively as he begun to plant kisses across my chest and my neck. I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm playfully.
"Ass…" I muttered as I sat up straight. I looked over at Damon whose hand had flown to the spot over his heart dramatically.
"You wound me, Elena…" he said. I looked over at him and placed my hand on top of his and used my other hand to caress his cheek lightly. I planted a soft, tender kiss on his lips as a small moan escaped from his mouth. Before I knew it, Damon had picked me up in his arms and was carrying me to the back of the plane, still kissing me softly. He lay me down on the bed and continued to plant sweet kisses down my neck. I opened my eyes to see that he had stopped kissing me, but now Damon was just staring at me. I arched my eyebrow in confusion.
"Are you okay?" I asked him quietly.
"Yeah it's just…"
"It's just what?" I prompted.
"You're really beautiful." I smiled at his compliment and planted a soft kiss on his cheek and he let us roll over so now was lying on top of his chest.
"You're not terrible to look at either," I said smiling. He stroked my hair soothingly as I just lay there with him, and pretended that I could hear and feel his heart beat under his shirt. A window was adjacent to the bed so I could see the clouds pass by. I turned my head so my chin was leaning on my hands and I looked Damon in the eyes.
"You're still not going to tell me where we're going?" I asked him as my fingers traced circles on his chest. He rolled his eyes in what could either be perceived as temptation or frustration.
"I want you to be surprised…" he said quietly. I smiled at his sincerity as I lay my head down on his chest again. Damon and I lay down in complete silence with nothing but the sound of the jets taking us to a secretive destination.
"Damon?" I whispered quietly, breaking the silence.
"Elena?" he retorted in the same tone, like I had back at my house.
"Thank you…" I murmured into his chest.
"For what?" he asked, genuinely confused. I turned to see that his eyebrows had furrowed in confusion and all I could do was smile at him.
"For taking me on this unknown adventure," I said. He smiled at this and stroked my cheek lightly. I could feel my body tingle at his touch.
"You're not the worst company in the world, Elena…" he said. We both laughed and smiled at the memory of our first road trip. I took Damon's hand and kissed his palm gingerly.
"Neither are you," and for the time being, I just lay there in Damon's arms while I fell asleep dreaming of our next adventure. I then realized that in this very moment: Damon's arms were my castle in the sky.
Thank you so much for all the amazing reviews I got on the last chapter! This chapter was a little bit more difficult to write because I wasn't sure if I wanted this but then I thought of a private jet and I thought it was very "Damon style"… A/N: the ending "castle in the sky" was inspired by Cascada's hit song "Everytime We Touch" where she sings "Your arms are my castle; your heart is my sky." PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. 3 CAN'T WAIT TO START THE NEXT CHAPTER!