The entire back wall of the entire penthouse was glass – and you could see out of them. I looked through the window, and all I could see were lights. Street lights, billboard lights, building lights, car lights…it felt like I was staring into magic. I felt Damon's arms around my waist and he kissed the top of my head.
"Welcome to New York…" he whispered.
"New…New York?" I stuttered. "Are you freaking kidding me? WE'RE IN NEW YORK!" I shouted excitedly, turning around in Damon's arms to face him.
"Well Elena, it's either we're in New York or that's one hell of a back drop…" he said rolling his eyes I mockingly and was followed by his signature smirk. My entire body was radiating with excitement. I turned back around to take a view of the big city.
"Damon, this is…I- I mean it's…wow…" I whispered. He pressed his lips softly on the top of my hair and I closed my eyes in contentment. I walked back to the lounge area and sat on the large red leather couch and just watched the hustle and bustle of the city below.
"Let me guess, this is your penthouse too?" I asked. He grinned widely and plumped down on a seat next to me and begun planting kisses on my neck. My heart accelerated at his touch like it always did, and then I heard my phone buzz. Damon let out a low growl and picked up my phone before I could get to it.
"Elena's phone…" he said sardonically. I heard mumbling on the other end of the phone and watched Damon roll his eyes. He extended his hand out to me and I took my phone with a grin plastered on my face. "I'm gonna go grab a blood bag…" he murmured before kissing my cheek. I nodded and brought the phone up to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked, standing up to look out the large window.
"Hey! It's us!" I heard Caroline squeal.
"Hey! You'll never believe where I am!" I said excitedly, practically jumping up and down.
"Well according to the note Damon left Jeremy, we're going to assume New York?" Bonnie said, picking up another phone.
"Can I talk to Jeremy for a second?" I asked annoyed. Damon wouldn't even drop a hint about where we were going, but he left a note for my brother…I'll have to have a word with him later.
"Hey, how's the big city?" he asked. I smiled at the question and looked out the window.
"Amazing," was all I could muster.
"Probably…" I heard Caroline mutter.
"Are the three of you on the phone?" I asked.
"Yeah…" Bonnie said followed by a laugh from Caroline.
"Anyway – Jer, what'd the note say?" I asked.
"It said…'Little Gilbert, took your sister to the Big Apple. I'll have her call you if I remember or start to care. P.S – borrowed some cash…probably won't pay you back. Try not to get yourself killed. –Damon.'" Jeremy read. I giggled to myself at the mood of the note.
"Sorry Jer…" I said.
"So let me get this straight…my sister leaves town without a word with an impulsive vampire, I had to spend the night at Lockwood's place with Matt complaining about his mommy issues and I'm out 130 bucks? This doesn't really sound fair to me…" he muttered on the other end.
"Actually 150…" I said back.
"What?" he asked.
"We ordered pizza last night…" I stated followed by a fit of laughter from Caroline and Bonnie in the background. Even on the phone, I could practically see Jeremy rolling his eyes out of both amusement and annoyance.
"I hate you all" he grumbled.
"Love you, Jer! Anyway, I'm gonna get going guys…I'll text you later or something."
"BRING ME BACK A SOUVENIER!" Jeremy yelled.
"ME TOO!" Bonnie said.
"ME THREE…" Caroline added. I rolled my eyes, said my goodbyes and hung up the phone. Damon then emerged from the kitchen with a bottle of water in one hand and a brochure in the other.
"You stole money from my brother?" I asked.
"In my defence, he should've come up with a more creative hiding place than between his mattress. Believe me, I was hesitant to take it because of the late-night rendezvous he's been having with Judgey, but I figured it was either that or I'd have to go all the way to the bank and use my own money…" Damon took his eyes off of the brochure for a second before continuing, "and let's face it, where's the fun in that?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and snuggled into his side. We sat in silence for a few moments before Damon spoke.
"So…where to first?" he asked. I lifted my head from his shoulder and pursed my lips in contemplation. A million thoughts ran through my head as I realized I was in my dream city, and I gleamed at the very thought of just looking at the Empire State Building in person.
"Well…I really wanna go shopping! And then we should go see Times Square! Oh, I also wanna see what the view is like at the top of the Empire State Building…I think there's some famous museums here…" I rambled and then I could practically feel a light bulb going off in my head. "We should go see Wicked!" I said excitedly. Damon cocked his eyebrow in confusion and dismay and I cowered back into the couch with a shade of red taking over my face.
"Actually, forget everything I just said," I stated.
"Elena…" he began but I put my finger to his lips to quiet his protest.
"How about we start at Times Square? Then we can just let New York lead the way?" I suggested.
"Sounds like a plan…" he said. I jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom to freshen myself up. 20 minutes and 2 cabs later – we were smack dab in the middle of Times Square.
…..
"I feel like Rachel Berry!" I squealed, squeezing my hands together in anticipation. Damon brought his arm around my shoulders and I looked up to see him rolling his eyes.
"Glee?" he asked. I covered my mouth with my hands to stop the giggles that were coming. I heard a low growl erupt from his mouth as he blushed a little bit.
"I don't know what's cuter…that you know who Rachel Berry is or that you just blushed…"
"Damon Salvatore does not blush" he said firmly. I turned into his embrace and wrapped my arms around his neck, planting a light kiss on his lips. He brought his hands around my waist and pulled me closer, leaning into the kiss for a quick moment before pulling away. I pressed my forehead against his and we were both smiling. I looked into his ocean blue eyes and my stomach felt like a pool of jell-O. My eyes wandered around the busy city before settling on a certain sight.
"Damon?" I asked.
"Elena?" he retorted. I rolled my eyes as this was probably the third time that's happened. I raised my eyebrow in amusement before he continued, "sorry…yes, Elena?" he asked.
"How much patience do you have?" I asked. He eyed me questioningly before inhaling.
"Depends…why?"
"Okay, let me rephrase that…how much patience do you have for me?" I said, widening my brown eyes at him and adding in a slight batting of my eyelashes. He ran his fingers through his silky, raven black hair before settling his hand behind his neck and groaning in slight discomfort.
"More than I'd like…why?" he asked again. I smiled and begun playing with the buttons on his shirt before he rolled his eyes in what I've learned is temptation.
"We're in New York…and it'd be a sin to be in New York without doing at least a little bit of shopping…"
"No" he said abrupbtly. I rolled my eyes before wrapping my arms around his waist.
"Damon!" I said.
"I don't do shopping…"
"Damon! It's New York. Not shopping in the Big Apple is like a crime against nature!" I pleaded.
"I'm a vampire and you wanna talk about crimes against nature?" he retorted. I rolled my eyes and then I got it.
"What if I make it worth your while?" I asked seductively.
"I'm listening…" he said. I shook my finger in a chastising way and smirked.
"I'm not telling you how, I'm just saying I'll make it worth your while…" I said, smiling proudly. He began to play with my hair and then lightly brushed his lips along my jaw line.
"Elena, you're good…but you're not that good…" he whispered seductively, repeating my words from before.
"The Victoria's Secret store over there begs to differ!" I said, pointing to a store window. Damon followed my gaze and then looked back at me and then threw his hands up in surrender. I looked at him with a wide smile evident on my face. I knew I was being a little bit unfair, playing with his hormones to my advantage. He's the one that took me to New York. So technically, I blame him. I stood in front of Damon, my eyes never leaving his face before his gaze met mine.
"You'll pay for this …" he muttered as he took my hand protectively and we walked across the very busy streets of New York.
"Actually, according to the money you stole from my brother, it'll probably be Jeremy paying for this," I said jokingly, squeezing his hand a little tighter. Damon turned his head and a smile spread wide across his face.
"I like your style!" he said proudly, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and I grabbed onto his jacket as we walked the streets to the mall.
And I just like you… I thought to myself as the double doors of the largest mall in New York opened for us.