Elena neatly folded the magic paper after finishing the conversation with Bonnie and stared down to her lap, thinking about something.
After a little eternity she signed Damon to help her sorry self to the bed. When he picked her up from the chair, he noticed how beet-red her face was, which she tried to hide by looking down. He more and more enjoyed the fact that he had to carry her around.
Small distances she could manage. She at least made it out of the tub herself. But moving around much, seemed to be hurting her.
He already guessed that most of his vampire tricks were disabled by the damn spell, like the healing effect of his blood for example. Otherwise she would be fine already.
He couldn't say, if her ankle was still broken, but he wanted to splint it for the night just in case.
He sat her down at the couch and opened a small cabinet next to them with the first aid kit in it.
When he applied the bandages, Elena found herself surprised that he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Her ankle felt better immediately due to the supporting attachment that stabilized her joint. There was no way to twist it around accidentally.
Damon watched her yawning for the umpteenth time. It must have been 2 or 3 am already. "Time for you beauty-sleep." He picked her up and carried her to the place, where she wanted to be the most. Making sure she was warm enough, he stayed by her side till she was asleep. He then made his way down to the couch to get some rest himself.
But the hunger seemed to be indestructible tonight. After another two hours of tossing and turning, he stood up. Looking out of the window, he kind of got the impression that the moonlight concentrated on the little spot where he killed the deer.
"How the hell am I still hungry?" he whispered to himself, while he jittery clenched his teeth.
To avoid him imagining in detail, how she looked at him with all this fearful expressions, which now turned him on quite easily, he felt the urge to bury his fingernails as deep in the flesh of his hand as he could. 'That's gonna be so fucked up.'
Around 6.30 am, Elena woke up from a bad dream. Or was it a noise?
She didn't noticed that Damon left her alone in the cabin earlier. And now she listened to the silence that was beyond creepy. She knew something wasn't right. Her hair stands on end in anticipation of the evil that certainly was going to come.
She stared down to the beds end. Not hearing anything but somehow knowing that he stood there on the ladder, she swallowed. Darkness still ruled. Only the light that was coming from the windows, reflected by the snow outside, made her see her surroundings. When dirty fingernails slowly punctured the bed-frame, where she could see them, her saliva dried in her mouth. A disheveled scalp became visible like black fire right next to her feet.
She closed her eyes for a second to regain control. 'No fear' she thought.
Opening her eyes again she almost screamed because she didn't expect him to crouch over her all of a sudden. 'When did that happened?' She asked herself.
She examined him, starting with his face. His mouth was wet with fresh blood. Both eyes were wide open, far away from intelligent thoughts, and drinking in her sight like a dying man in the desert, who had found water. He was exhaling ice-cold air. His upper body was naked and somehow bluish.
If he had looked at her more grimly, she probably wouldn't get herself back together. But he didn't, and so she took her chances and studied him in a more objective way. She did it with the perspective of somebody who cares and worries not only for herself, but who truly sees the pain and agony of a creature that bites and scratches in blind rage.
'He was outside again...and he's, he's...' she suddenly snickered silently, feeling how her fear vanished into thin air. 'He's an icecube.'
Damon watched as a prisoner of his own body, how he sneaked up on her. He killed at least 3 other animals out there, before the unsatisfying blood draw out his darker side to play. He hoped so much that the coldness and the hunting would keep him away from her long enough. But there he was, on top of her, inhaling her intoxicating scent of pure fear.
And then suddenly she smiled at him sadly and before he knew what happened he found himself in her arms all cuddled up. He couldn't even move as flabbergasted as he was.
She pressed his face against the upper part of her sternum and then desperately rubbed his back, his arms and all she could reach, to create the warmth he was in need in with one hand. With the other hand she tried to cover him up with a second blanket.
"Sneaky little girl..." he whispered drowsy. The blood-lusty beast was gone and she was the one, who made it disappear like it was nothing. That somehow made him feel so comfortable and relieved from the bottom of his heart, that sleep was catching him from one second to the other.
'Wow Damon, how disappointing. I kind of thought you of all guys in the world would last longer than that.' Gallows humor was all she had left. 'Guess his energy level is dropping down. I mean his stomach is a bottomless pit right now, so his superhuman recovery must have slowed down a bit.' she mused before falling asleep once again.
It was 10 am the next morning, when she woke up to sense the spooning position she was in. A possessive arm had pulled her close to him. His hand was cupping half of her right breast. And there was another thing she felt and …
'Oh my gosh... his...'
"Good Morning, sunshine." he purred in her ear.
'Why isn't he embarrassed? I mean we are not together like that, wouldn't it be normal to be embarrassed? God I am embarrassed...' she squeaked with her inside voice.
Elena slowly turned around to face him and was greeted by an all too knowing and way too enjoying vampire. His face was so close to hers, that she had no chance to withdraw, when he kissed her nose playfully. Without looking back a second time, he jumped down from the loft to leave her there all puzzled and breathless.
"I'm gonna fix us some breakfast." he stated matter of factly and opened a window close to the bed to air the muggy interior.
Elena moved around to look at him from her higher viewpoint, irritated by what just happened.
He still had his pants on, but a missing shirt. Checking his image in the mirror, he disgustedly went over to the tub to wash away the animal blood that had dried during the morning hours.
He splashed water in his face and on his chest and rubbed over his skin in a way to sexy manner.
"Like what you see, hm!" He pointed out more than questioning.
'Shit...I stared at him like the horny teenager that I am.' She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him in frustration. But it came back at her so fast, that she had no chance to dodge. The impact knocked her over and on her back. Angry she grabbed two other pillows near the head side of the bed and threw them down at him again, using the power transmission of her well performed sit-up.
This time she was more prepared to his firing back and dodged at least one of the pillows he threw at her.
If she had known what was about to happen, she wouldn't have positioned herself on the edge of the loft, with her legs hanging over.
Right in the moment of throwing another fusillade of pillows at him, the glassy, scary sound from last night entered the room through the window he had opened.
Distracted by the sound she misjudged her balance and slipped off.
She could already feel the pain her ankle would sent out, before she even touched the ground. But before that could happened he cought her holding her up with both hands under her armpits.
The shock on her face vanished, when she looked down at him. Biting her lower lip she got aware of a jackhammer that obviously had replaced her heart. Time stood still and she felt like drowning in his clear blue eyes. When he slowly let her down and her body brushed against his, the fact that her nightgown was taking the opposite way escaped the both of them.
Her feet finally reached the ground and Damons eyes were drawn away from hers by something that really needed his attention, right behind her. The image he got from the mirror on the closet, took his breath away. Two delicious and perfectly naked butt cheeks were framing her most intimate and very delicate looking body part.
Elena was so busy with adjusting the weight on her feet to protect her ankle, that she hadn't noticed a thing. When she was all set, she looked back at him only to find a very taken aback Damon. She couldn't classify his expression at first and wondered why he stared past her in the back of the room.
A cool breeze and his lips forming the word 'mirror' were setting her up to date. Violently wiggling to bring her hands away from his shoulders and down to cover herself up on one foot, brought them both to fall, with him on top of her.
Pressing her beautiful body to the ground, his vampire side kicked in. Elena understood in what a desperate situation she brought herself in, when she saw the area around his eyes changing and felt his shallow breath hot against her neck.