hello guys, i don't know how good this chapter is, i think it's kind of weak,, but i hope you like the progression of their relationship.
thanks for the reviews and reads, i appreciate it!
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill,
laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
-Rupert Brooke
"You're so ridiculous." Damon lazily took up the entire couch in the Salvatore boarding house. Caroline had dragged Elena to hang out with her and Damon, and although Elena protested and did her best to make up any excuse possible, she'd been forced against her will to come watch a movie with them. "Damon, move." Elena said, hitting the side of her leg in frustration. Damon raised an eyebrow, looking to Caroline, who was making popcorn in the kitchen, then back to where Elena stood in very short shorts and a tight fitted tank top.
"Make me." He taunted, crossing his arms behind is head.
"Damon!" Elena complained, kicking him lightly. "Caroline, tell your boyfriend to move!" Elena called crossing her arms in front of her body, looking to Caroline, who was only half in her line of vision, for some support.
"Damon, move your ass over." Caroline yelled back, and Elena smirked, looking to Damon, who was smiling at her with some strange and mischievous smile. So she liked to play dirty, Damon could play dirty too. Damon sat up, moving over and when Elena proceeded to sit down beside him, he'd grabbed her waist and pushed her back onto the floor. She resisted as much as possible, and soon, it became a wrestling match, and Damon had her underneath him. Elena pushed as hard as she could on his chest and he tumbled over, Elena winning the advantage. She sat on top of him, smirking once again as she straddled his waist, pinning his hands above his head. Her long, wavy hair tickled the sides of his face and she giggled at him. Clearly, he'd let her gain the advantage because Damon could have been back on top of her in a second, pinning her back to the ground.
"Hmm. So you like to be on top." Damon pondered with a evil smirk.
"Ugh, you're such a pig." Elena groaned, rolling off of him to lie beside him on the floor. Caroline came in with the large bowl of popcorn looking confused. Elena sat up quickly, Damon not far behind her.
"He started it." She pointed out, and as Damon went to stand up, she kicked his feet swiftly, causing him to fall face first into the couch. Elena stood, pushing him aside to find exactly the spot she wanted to sit in on the couch. Damon got up on his knees slowly, scoffing at the small girl's power. Elena Gilbert was one tough girl.
"So, what movie are we watching?" Elena asked as soon as Damon sat down beside her, and Caroline on the other side, placing the bowl of popcorn on Elena's lap so she could go put the movie in the DVD player.
"Either Inception, or The Expendables." Caroline said, holding up the movie cases.
"Oooh, Inception!" Elena exclaimed at the same time Damon yelled "Expendables" really loudly. They looked at each other in complete irritation. "Damon, that movie looks really boring." Elena complained, glaring at him briefly, then looking back to Caroline, pointing at Inception.
"Uh, no it doesn't." He argued back, and then he turned to Caroline, "What movie do you want to watch, babe. Expendables, right?" He asked Caroline, and she looked between the two sets of eyes that stared at her. Caroline shook her head and Elena raised her arms giggling in victory. She put Inception in the DVD player and sat down beside Elena, opposite Damon.
The girls watched the movie in total interest, while Damon just watched their reactions to the crazy special effects. Damon usually kept his gaze on Elena, watching as her eye lashes fluttered when she was startled or surprised, or really when anything in the movie occurred. Then, she flinched as guns sounded rapidly in the movie. She wasn't ready for the loud surround sound to kick in when something already loud occurred in the movie. When it was over, Elena bent over on the couch to stretch out her legs, and Damon watched her with mild curiosity. Elena Gilbert was a strange creature, and Damon couldn't deny the fact that she was very intriguing in every movement she acted out. He never looked at Caroline with this interest.
Elena looked over at Damon in irritation. They sat at the bar in the Mystic Grill, this time Caroline wasn't here. Damon was borderline wasted and he made little flirty comments about how pretty she looked tonight. Though truthfully, the alcohol only made Damon say what he would've held in.
"You should wear dresses more often, you have pretty legs." Damon mumbled, taking another sip of water poison he was drinking, and touched her thigh inappropriately, though Elena did seem to be teasing him with the way the tight black dress fit her every curve and ended just under her thigh. It glimmer tauntingly, and her high heels made her legs look even more appetizing. Her hair was straight and down, her lips a perfect glossy red color.
"You're so drunk." Elena said, hitting his hand away and snatching his glass from his other hand. She looked to the bartender and handed him the glass. "Cut him off." She told him, looking back to Damon, whose eye lids were slightly droopy.
"Why are you here? Surely you didn't get all dressed up to put a damper on my night." He asked, raising an eyebrow at her strange attire. Elena looked back at Damon, looking like she didn't really want to be discussing this with him in her drunken state. Damon rephrased the question this time. "Who is he?"
"Damon," Elena protested, but he cut her off with his dark glare. "Tyler Lockwood, the mayor's son. He's taking me out to dinner tonight, but Bonnie called me because she saw you looking absolutely wasted, hitting on random people."
"Tyler Lockwood, Elena?" He asked astonished, she hadn't actually noticed how close his face was to hers as they remained at the bar. "He's a total douche."
"And you aren't?" Elena asked, raising an eye brow. "You're so lucky Bonnie called me and not Caroline or else you'd be in big trouble." She said, standing up, getting away from him. "Look, I'm going to be late, but let me drop you off at your place, I don't want you doing anything stupid."
"Look at that. Elena Gilbert cares about me!" Damon smiled happily, but she knew this was only the alcohol in him talking. "I'll take you up on that offer." He said, grabbing his leather jacket and following her out of the Grill.
As soon as she reached the boarding house, she looked at Damon. "You're up." She said, unhooking the seat belt for him due to the fact that his hands were really shaky.
"Elena." He looked back at her, his eyes looking somewhat glossy in the street light. "Thank you." He said, leaning over to kiss her, and while Elena wasn't actually expecting this, she mentally sighed in relief as he only kissed her cheek. She smiled at him and he drew back.
"You're welcome, Damon." She whispered, watching him get out of her car, and walking into the large expanse of the Salvatore property. She frowned slightly, but immediately restarted the engine, speeding off to the restaurant for her date with Tyler.