Here's the morning after. I would stop typing but I'm very impatient.

Ha.

Enjoy.

Oh yea I realized a mistake that I made. In the earlier chapters. I'll fix it.

;..;

Damon woke up first.

He was dreaming, dreaming of something sweet and hot under him.

It was Elena.

He couldn't stop thinking about kissing Elena.

He now felt bad that he couldn't continue and he felt bad for rejecting her.

He should have kept on going.

She was urging him on and he had stopped them from going further.

Damn he was the tease.

Damon snuggled his cheek into the softness of the pillow that he was sleeping on and fit coldness hit his back.

He looked up was in shock.

It wasn't a dream. Elena was under him. She was sleeping under him.

He then looked down and noticed that he was sleeping on her breast. He shook his head and sat up, looking at her as her breast rose and fell of her breathing.

He quietly got off the couch and ran towards his room, he needed to check his phone and see what time it was.

It was five thirty in the morning and he had two messages.

Matt: A'right. I'm going to bed. I want to hear EVERY detail.

Stefan: Y u stop kissing her? You make it sound like she was into the kiss. You should have kept on going. I understand that you said her name because you couldn't think about anybody but make sure that she's okay with sleeping with you.

Damon texted them both back.

To Matt: You'll hear what I want to tell you.

To Stefan: Yes father.

He didn't care that it was five thirty in the morning. He was still shocked of the events of last night.

Elena was in his clothes.

Clothes shit!

Damon dropped his phone onto his bed and ran towards the hallway closet, opening the door and pulled out Elena's clothes. They were all dry.

He found her panties clinging to the dryer. He snatched them, hoping that he didn't rip them and placed them in his hands. He closed the closet door with a kick of his foot and walked down the stairs.

Elena was still asleep. She had grabbed a pillow and placed it onto her chest.

She looked so beautiful, a peaceful angel.

Damon placed her clothes on the lazy boy, he was sitting in last night, and headed into the kitchen.

It was five thirty in the morning and he was hungry.

He knew it was a Saturday so he didn't have to go to school.

He just wanted to eat.

He took out all the pots and pans he would need and the ingredients that he would use for making his breakfast.

He took out extra ingredients because he thought of Elena.

He stirred the things he picked out and whistled while he cooked.

He was happy.

For no reason as far as he knew and he wasn't sure why.

;..;

Elena awoke. She sat up slowly, careful not to wake up Damon.

It was Saturday and from her experience she liked sleeping in so knew Damon would do the same.

But when she looked down at her lap, he wasn't there.

She looked around the room and noticed that her clothes were on the lazy boy across from her.

She got up and grabbed her clothes, feeling how dry they were.

She looked around before quickly stripping down and removing the shirt and boxers and slipping into her pink bra and black lace underwear.

She wasn't known for matching.

She grabbed her shirt and was about to slip it on when she remembered that she needed to shower, so no skirt either.

Elena shrugged her shoulders and scratched her head as she headed into the kitchen to look at her phone in her bag.

She hoped that didn't get wet.

She didn't feel like getting another one.

She walked into the kitchen and she was shocked to see Damon's muscled and strong, broad back as he moved to cook. She stood there for a second and took in the scene before her.

His hair was all over his head and he was whistling. His arms moved as he flipped the pancakes and eggs.

Elena thought he looked cute as he cooked. She had a sudden feeling to walk over there and wrap her arms around him.

She did.

She rested her head against his back and wrapped her arms around his middle.

She felt him tense up before he relaxed, still whistling.

"I see, sleeping beauty is awake? How do you care for pancakes?" Damon turned around and winked at her as she looked up at him.

"Pancakes? I love them! What flavor?"

She stepped back from him as he turned around, flipping the pancake into the air and turning it over with his spatula.

He froze as he stared at her.

She was wearing just a pink bra and black lace panties. He took in the sight before him. Her breast were pushed together and her hips and thighs were hugged just right.

He placed the pan back on the stove before he leaned against the railing. He made sure he wasn't that close into touching it.

"Buttermilk. I haven't gone to the store." he paused and scanned her body. She blushed under his glaze. "Trying to seduce me are you? I kind of like this side of you Elena. I really like this side." He waggled his eyebrows and then turned around. " Sit at the counter and wait while I finish."

Elena saluted to his back and stood up straight. "Yes sir." She giggled as she saw his back moved as he laughed.

She sat at the bar stool at the counter and grabbed her purse by it's strap. She pulled it closer to her and took a look inside. She felt around in the bag and her belongings to see if anything was wet.

All clear.

She pulled out her phone and looked at it. She had three missed calls, they were all from Alaric, six messages from her sister, telling her updates on the party.

She placed her phone to her ear and watched as Damon moved around the kitchen, grabbing plates and things to eat with. He placed it on the counter in front of her and slid the cooked pancakes onto the plate, smiling at her as she did.

She pressed one to listen to her messages on her voice mail and craned her neck as Damon reached up high to grab the syrup. She got a good view of his ass.

"Hey Elena its me. I'm sorry about messing the lunch date. I had a meeting with the superintendent. Please call me back. I want to make it up."

She pressed seven as each message came up. She ended the voice mail call and then went through all her sister's messages. She locked her phone and placed it back in her bag, sliding the purse away from her as she grabbed her plate and her fork.

"So who called?"

The conversation was light.

Elena knew that he wasn't trying to stare at her breast.

"Alaric." Elena said dryly. She said it as if he left a bad taste in her mouth.

Damon dropped his fork and then cracked his fingers before eating again.

Elena grabbed an egg with her finger and placed it into her mouth.

"You can cook. I give you props."

Damon gave her that smirk she knew all too well.

"I can do a lot of other things, Elena. ALOT of other things."

Elena felt herself grow wet in her underwear. She squirmed in her sit before returning to eating the eggs.

"Damon, what are we doing?"

She just had to ask. It helped her for not thinking of what was going on.

She was in his clothes. She slept on his couch. He went to sleep on top of her and now she was eating breakfast that he served.

It was like they were dating but they weren't.

Where they?

Where they dating and didn't know it?

"We are eating. So eat."

He smiled and went back to eating.

Elena did the same.

He didn't want to talk about it so neither would she.

;..;

Elena was at her house, in her tub, taking a hot bath.

Her phone was playing music and she had it on her bathroom counter.

It was Touch by Natasha Bedingfield.

Elena singed to the song as it played, but quietly.

Natasha could sing it better than her.

I was tryin' to cross the street
When I tripped and spilled my coffee
On a man who yelled at me
And then walked off in a hurry
Now he's gonna be late for work
So he called his secretary
Said to cancel his appointment with the guy in the lobby

Elena dipped low into the tub and blowed bubbles under the water. Her head was swimming with thoughts and she couldn't stop them.

Who's been waiting for a while
And talking on the phone
Got invited to a party and thought he couldn't go
But he's here right now
Standing in my house
And someone turns the music loud

She rose from under the water and took a deep breath. Wiping it from her eyes.

She knew that she had to choose, just wasn't sure who.

Maybe she could make her self like Alaric.

Maybe she could make her self like Damon.

But she already liked Damon.

Alaric was thirty.

Damon was eighteen.

Alaric was geeky and weird.

Damon was a bad boy rebel.

Bad or good?

Elena wasn't sure it all the thinking made her head hurt.

So we dance
And we laugh
And we touch (touch touch)

Yeah we dance
And we laugh
And we touch (touch touch)

Gonna party all night till the sun comes up
Cuz it feels like the world disappears around us

Elena didn't like Alaric.

She didn't even know him.

Elena huffed in a breath and hummed as the song continued.

I was planning out my party
Running errands 'round the city
Grocery bags full of alcohol
And chocolate chip cookies
Saw a dress that was amazing
In the window of a boutique
So I went across the street
Then my heel broke and it threw me
I tried to catch my balance
But I was supposed to fall
It seems that spilling coffee
Was no accident at all
Cuz you're here right now

Elena continued to hum the song, ready for the next verse when the song cut off and she almost jumped out of the tub to answer it.

It was a phone call, from Damon.

She dried her hands on the towel that was on the toilet seat and answered.

She was out of breath.

"Elena?"

"Yeah?"

"I got to be honest with you."

"Yes?"

Her heart was thumping fast.

"I like you Elena alot and I want to know more about you, but there are things you must know about me."

"Okay?"

Was it bad or good?

She didn't know.

"Shit, Elena. I'll tell you when I get back. I have to go to Italy. My dad. He got into some shit and I'll be leaving in two hours. I'll send you my mail and things. So we can continue to talk if you like."

"What did you want to tell me?"

"One, I want to ask you out. I know I'm younger but I like you alot. Two, I want to be with you before I go."

Elena looked at her phone watch and saw it was four in the afternoon.

He would leave at six.

"Be with me how?"

She ignored his first question.

"How ever you would like Elena. I don't know when I'm coming back. I already called Alaric," Damon spat out the name like it made him sick. "Alaric is an old friend of my dads. He knows and said sure, go. I just wanted to let you know."

Elena thought it over for a second; the words, I don't know when I'm coming back...

She blurted it before she could even think it.

"Come by my house."

"Okay, see you later."

Elena heart sped up as he hung up the phone.

She wasn't the type of girl to just sleep with any guy she didn't know.

But she knew Damon. She knew him, not all of him, but she knew him.

She knew right then and there.

They would probably sleep together before he left and at this point she didn't even care.

She wanted too. She so wanted too.

TBC

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