You don't seem to have a problem with me. See you at the house.
( and he's going to hang up without waiting for elena to say anything because he's a jerk but he's not a jerk who lets someone talk on the phone while they drive. )
( the drive never takes too long, and she's made the journey a million times, so it's easy to predict. no such thing as traffic in mystic falls. elena has long since lost her courtesy in knocking, and helps herself right in, headed towards the kitchen. )
Yeah, he and the wonder twins are sleeping it off in one of the free rooms.
( there are like a million free rooms in the boarding house, and yet only two are ever actually used, because the salvatores are both loaded and wasteful as fuck. damon drops the bucket uncaringly into the sink, and the rag along with it, so that he can catch elena by the waist and pull her closer to him, nudging their noses together. )
( her lips break into a smile where their noses touch, shaking her head by fractions of inches to nuzzle against him. also to shake her head "no", but mostly the former. )
I should check on them. But, ( a quick peck, unsatisfying in hindsight. ) you mentioned a comfy bed? If you're finished cleaning.
Last I checked on them, they were still breathing.
( granted, last he checked on them was like, an hour ago, and they were throwing up, but they were definitely breathing. what could happen in an hour, really? )
You don't have to mom them tonight, let them deal with the consequences of their terrible decisions.
( things damon would only say a. about other people and b. to keep elena all to himself. )
( raising her eyebrows at damon, all knowingly. regardless, a stare close to playful judgement breaks off in a quick grin, elena's hands finding damon's to give him a few suggestive tugs backwards, before she spins on her heels and guides them towards his bedroom. she knows the walk there almost as well as she knows the drive over. )
You clearly know nothing about how little teenagers need to be influenced into making terrible decisions.
( but elena is smiling at him, and pulling him towards his room, and damon doesn't really care at all about jeremy and matt and tyler anymore. all he cares about is elena, and getting her in his bed, and kissing her until neither of them can see straight.
once they reach his bedroom, damon pulls them both to a stop before they can step through the doorway. before elena can ask why, he sweeps her off her feet, picking her up in a princess carry, to carry her over the threshold. )
Remember that I'm one of these terrible decision making teenagers.
( there's a jovial "eep!" at getting picked up, from surprise and happiness, hands wrapped loosely around his neck so she can nose fondly at his cheek, pushing a quiet kiss to the bend of his jaw. how very, very smooth, damon. consider elena wooed for the time being. )
( damon doesn't bother to respond, just rolls his eyes and carries elena through his room to the bed. once there, he stops, and looks between elena and the bed as though he's considering something — should he be a dick and toss her onto the bed, so they can both laugh and she can hit him in the face with a pillow for being a jerk, or should he be a romantic idiot and set her down softly?
as if it's a contest. he throws elena — gently! — onto the bed, grinning as she bounces. )
there's an ungraceful huffing noise following her thump to the bed, brown hair strewn messily about her forehead, that she releases a puff of air to blow some of it off her face. still, her lips curl upwards, shaking her head. ) Oh, you're gonna get it -- ( and, as predicted, she reaches behind her to grab one of damon's overly plush pillows to toss a little pathetically at him, motion poorly influenced by a giggle burbling up her throat. )
( that's his girl. damon lets the pillow hit him, falling to the floor as he just watches her and smiles. it's stupid, sentimental, but he's struck in this moment by the fact that... he's never felt like this before. in all his years, human and vampire, with katherine and with the many women after her, he's never felt... at peace. whole. before there were always pieces missing, things that set him apart from the people who surrounded him. with elena, he fits. barely, but christ, he just had her brother and his friends conducting a nerf war in his house. caroline thinks he's good for elena, even if she was wary of him at first. bonnie's asking him for insight on her ancestor emily. he fits, for the first time in his life, and it's all down to this ridiculous, tiny human, grinning up at him from his bed.
he climbs onto the bed with her, playful mood turned more somber as he reaches out to grab her hand and pull her into a kiss. he can't put words to how she makes him feel, would rather drink a gallon of vervain than try, but maybe he can make her feel the same way. he hopes he can, anyway. )
( the mood switch is noted, but elena takes it in stride when it isn't for negative reasons, free hand cupping up the back of his curly locks and threading between them, keeping their mouths pressed together under short, unnecessary, breathless sounds. damon speaks with actions, and she knows this by now, eating up their kiss and translating it into words -- a gratitude, a happiness, a kiss that's reflected back on him all the same, thanks and joy, and a lot of love. elena gilbert has a big heart, and whatever's in her chest is entirely damon's.
hasty as always, elena helps herself into damon's lap, legs tucked against his toned sides while her hands take more casual holds on his shoulder and the front of his chest, using a little push to part them. still, she smiles against his mouth with their foreheads held together, eyes shut while she enjoys his scent, the sound of his breathing. )
Did you get it? You're in big trouble. ( a quick peck! ) The biggest.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
( and he's going to hang up without waiting for elena to say anything because he's a jerk but he's not a jerk who lets someone talk on the phone while they drive. )
no subject
Damon? ( snooping around. ) Obsessive cleaning man?
no subject
( except that he totally is. damon comes around the corner with a bucket of soapy, bloody water in one hand and a bloody rag in the other. )
I like things to be neat, that is not obsessive.
no subject
( i like you anyway, shh.
she shares quick glances around, not forgetting her end goal upon seeing damon. no sir. )
Where's my drunk little brother? Upstairs?
punts this into the au where they're together
( there are like a million free rooms in the boarding house, and yet only two are ever actually used, because the salvatores are both loaded and wasteful as fuck. damon drops the bucket uncaringly into the sink, and the rag along with it, so that he can catch elena by the waist and pull her closer to him, nudging their noses together. )
Forget about them. You should stay too.
:D :D :D
I should check on them. But, ( a quick peck, unsatisfying in hindsight. ) you mentioned a comfy bed? If you're finished cleaning.
no subject
( damon's smile belies his words, and he kisses elena softly. ) I'm finished cleaning. Come on, my bed misses you.
no subject
I miss your bed. You made sure they were okay?
( she knows damon won't lie to her. totally whipped. )
no subject
( granted, last he checked on them was like, an hour ago, and they were throwing up, but they were definitely breathing. what could happen in an hour, really? )
You don't have to mom them tonight, let them deal with the consequences of their terrible decisions.
( things damon would only say a. about other people and b. to keep elena all to himself. )
no subject
( raising her eyebrows at damon, all knowingly. regardless, a stare close to playful judgement breaks off in a quick grin, elena's hands finding damon's to give him a few suggestive tugs backwards, before she spins on her heels and guides them towards his bedroom. she knows the walk there almost as well as she knows the drive over. )
no subject
( but elena is smiling at him, and pulling him towards his room, and damon doesn't really care at all about jeremy and matt and tyler anymore. all he cares about is elena, and getting her in his bed, and kissing her until neither of them can see straight.
once they reach his bedroom, damon pulls them both to a stop before they can step through the doorway. before elena can ask why, he sweeps her off her feet, picking her up in a princess carry, to carry her over the threshold. )
no subject
( there's a jovial "eep!" at getting picked up, from surprise and happiness, hands wrapped loosely around his neck so she can nose fondly at his cheek, pushing a quiet kiss to the bend of his jaw. how very, very smooth, damon. consider elena wooed for the time being. )
no subject
as if it's a contest. he throws elena — gently! — onto the bed, grinning as she bounces. )
no subject
there's an ungraceful huffing noise following her thump to the bed, brown hair strewn messily about her forehead, that she releases a puff of air to blow some of it off her face. still, her lips curl upwards, shaking her head. ) Oh, you're gonna get it -- ( and, as predicted, she reaches behind her to grab one of damon's overly plush pillows to toss a little pathetically at him, motion poorly influenced by a giggle burbling up her throat. )
no subject
he climbs onto the bed with her, playful mood turned more somber as he reaches out to grab her hand and pull her into a kiss. he can't put words to how she makes him feel, would rather drink a gallon of vervain than try, but maybe he can make her feel the same way. he hopes he can, anyway. )
no subject
hasty as always, elena helps herself into damon's lap, legs tucked against his toned sides while her hands take more casual holds on his shoulder and the front of his chest, using a little push to part them. still, she smiles against his mouth with their foreheads held together, eyes shut while she enjoys his scent, the sound of his breathing. )
Did you get it? You're in big trouble. ( a quick peck! ) The biggest.