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.
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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. )
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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. )
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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.