Chapter 9
"That's Jenna. The bluntest person you'll ever meet." Elena shakes her head, and lays her head on his chest.
"I'll say. She didn't say that to anyone before huh?" Damon chuckles, wrapping his arms around her.
"Nope. But there was never and actual age difference. Everyone else was my age."
"Nu uh. Stefan was 147 years older then you."
"Yeah, and you're 153 years older. And he is forever 17. You're forever 23. I'm 18. Big difference." She giggles into his chest.
He lowers his head, murmuring into her ear, "Notice she said her house? Nothing about mine."
"Yeah, I did." She smirks. "She knows that we won't stop, she just wants to know it won't be every night, cus I am not moving in with you, until summer."
"But Elena, we can be married before that!"
"I want an autumn wedding."
"Hmmm… That can be arranged." He smirks, kissing her cheek. "So… it's 6:35 and a Saturday. How 'bout we catch up on some sleep?"
"Sounds good." She yawns.
In a flash he pick her up, carrying her to up the stairs, laying her on the bed. "I love you." He says, laying beside her.
"I love you too." She smiles, kissing him gently before laying her head on his chest, falling asleep in an instant.
~Damon POV~
Damon waits until Elena has drifted into a peaceful sleep, before taking out his phone, and texting Alaric.
-We need to talk.-
A-Cant it wait?
-Involves Isobel and Elena.-
-Jus txt it 2 me. Im tired.-
-Isobel showed up outside Elenas a while back and told her to drift frm Stefan and stay close to me. She then compelled her to forget everything-
-well… seems like she won't hurt her. Anything else comes up, tell me. Otherwise, let me sleep-
Damon sighs, pulling Elena closer, he buries his face in her hair as he drifts to sleep.
A/N I'll post the next one tomorrow:)