Chapter 11
"Why will they be shocked?" Damon smirks, sitting up.
"Well… last they knew I was with Stefan, and now I'm engaged to his brother." She shakes her head.
"They'll learn to deal"
"Caroline won't be happy."
"Well… What can she say? She's dating your Ex." He shrugs.
"I didn't use Matt for a meal on wheels," she sighs.
"I didn't have my humanity then."
"Still no excuse."
"You love me and my past." He smirks.
"No. I love you despite your past." She pulls him down closer, kissing him gently. He kisses back for a second, before pulling away again.
"We need to get out of this room. We've been in here too long, and we are starting to forget that there is more out there."
"Normally you would be the one arguing my side, and me the other, but I think the super-vamp-blood is getting to me." She sighs, standing up and walking over to her closet. "Formal or informal?"
"Semi-formal."
"Semi. Semi. I hate the word 'Semi." She sighs, pulling out a floral mini skirt, and a black tank top. She pairs it with a quarter sleeve jacket, belt (both black leather), and black high-top converse. "Would you say this in 'semi-formal'?" She walks out of the closet, and doing an impromptu twirl.
"Beautiful, Darling. Just plain beautiful." He smirks as she looks him up and down.
"You left?" She sighs, when she notices that he changed. He was wearing a black button down shirt, black Armani jeans, and black leather riding boots.
"No… I brought a bag." He motions to the bag sitting on the bed.
"So you knew I was going to say yes?"
"We love each other. Even if you said no, I had a feeling I was going to stay." He smirks.
"Well… yeah." She smiles, taking out her flat iron and curling iron. "Straight or curled?"
"Straight. I like you better with straight," he smirks.
"Why? Curled too much like Katherine." She smiles, plugging in her flat iron.
"That and, you look good with it straight. It suits your personality."
She shakes her head, "You're one hell of a fiancé, you know that?"
"I know." He smirks, walking over to her, and kissing her gently.
She kisses him back, before pulling away, "If you keep doing that, we'll never get out of this room."
"Maybe I don't want to…"
"Damon Salvatore. Just five minutes ago you said we need to get out and tell my friends about us, and now you don't want to leave. I'm sorry, but we are leaving this room." She smirks, running the flat iron through her brown hair, until it becomes silky and straight. Then she takes out her make-up back, smearing some cover-up of her face and adding a layer of mascara to her eyes. "You ready?"
"Yeah… I guess…" He sighs from his seat on the bed. She turns around giggling lightly when she see's his shirt lying on the floor.
"Still not working, Babe." She walks over, picking up his shirt. She pulls him to his feet, and pulling his shirt up, kissing his chest as she buttons it. When she finishes. She puts a hand on his cheek, pulling him down to her. She kisses him passionately. He wraps his arms around her waist, deepening the kiss. "We're gonna be late! We have Christmas dinner and everything!"
"Let's be later." He smiles, picking her up, and laying her on the bed.
"We're gonna be late!" She sighs, as he climbs on top of her.
"30 minutes. " He moans, kissing her neck.
"10. 10 minutes." She smiles, kissing him passionately. Her legs hook around his waist, and her hands entangle themselves if his hair.
"I thought you said 10 minutes?" he smirks, trailing his kisses down, stopping at her chest.
"I did. That's why we are getting out of bed. Now." She smiles, kissing him once, before standing up, fixing her hair, and pulling him from the room.
"I blame you for this." He sighs, readjusting his shirt and jeans.
"Well… that's something I'm glad to be blamed for." She smirks, rubbing a hand on his crotch before taking his hand and pulling him down the stairs beside her.