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Damon Salvatore likes holding hands. (manwithareason) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-05-06 00:27:00

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{damon salvatore, {elena gilbert

WHO: Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert
WHEN: Saturday evening
WHERE: Elena's cabin
WHAT: Truce
RATING: Hey, whaddyouknow! It got high!
STATUS: Closed | Complete

Damon was honestly very confused. Everything Elena had said made it sound like she wanted him to feed from her, and not just that once like he had thought. Still, when he'd asked her directly about it, she'd said she didn't want to be bitten again. He'd thought, when she'd mentioned eating pirates, that that was where her poutiness was coming from - she thought he'd snuck off on his own to commit a few murders while she couldn't complain - but, firstly, he hadn't killed anyone, just made sure he was well fed so he wouldn't get as weak as he had been before, and, secondly, that didn't seem to be her issue either. If he didn't know better, he'd say she was jealous of the pirates for acting as his source of food.

Well, whatever was bugging her, he'd had enough of it. He wasn't stuck on a train with the woman he loved, and no brother to interfere, just to have her ignore him for something he didn't even know he'd done wrong. He wanted to go back to how it was before Tortuga, before he'd kissed her again, when she'd hang out in his room during the day and sometimes even stay there beside him at night. It had been a little awkward, mainly because Damon spent the whole time trying to resist jumping her bones, but it had been much, much better than this.

His face smooth and unreadable, Damon stopped outside Elena's door and lifted his hand to knock. He'd been to her room a couple of times in the past two weeks, but mostly they'd just stayed at his end of the train. Still, if he needed to go and see her to get this... whatever it was sorted out, so be it. "I come in peace," he called through the door, trying to hold back on the mocking tone that would usually be in his voice.

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beautyofthedark
2012-05-06 12:12 am UTC (link)

Elena had been humming to herself and getting ready for bed, walking about the cabin in a tank top and a pair of too big pajama bottoms that kept slipping down her lean hips, even tied, the legs rolled up a bit to show her feet so she wouldn't trip on them. She had just brushed her teeth and was putting her hair up, the long chocolate colored strands sliding off her shoulders in the process. And then she heard Damon's voice and jumped a little. She hadn't expected him to come down now! But she couldn't leave him out there.

Sighing, Elena crossed to the door, letting her hair fall loose while she answered the call of her vampire friend...who was still very much in pirate mode with the facial scruff. Ugh, he shouldn't have been allowed to look that attractive! It wasn't fair, but she stood her ground, leaning against the doorjamb and looking at him. "Yes?"

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manwithareason
2012-05-06 12:24 am UTC (link)

Damon couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his lips when he saw her, all ready for bed and looking as cute as a very cute button. Why couldn't she just be his already? It wasn't faiiiiir!

"Cute pjs," he said, his eyebrows quirking upwards as he spoke. He remembered, as he said it, the last time he'd said the same words to her. It had been after they'd rescued her from Elijah, before Rose had died, before they'd encountered Klaus, before Stefan left, before everything that had happened to change their lives in the past few months. He'd gone to her room that night to tell her he loved her, then make her forget. Well now she knew he loved her, no question about it, but, really, were they any further along than they had been back then? Yes. She had kissed him - three times now! - and of her own accord. She may not be his, exactly, but she wasn't Stefan's any more either and all this blood police business had him wondering if he maybe stood more of a chance than he'd initially imagined.

"I told you," he said, leaning against the doorframe to mirror her position, oozing casuality as always. There was no way he was going to let her know what was going on inside his head. She knew how he felt and now it was up to her to make her choice. Until then, he'd happily carry on kissing her at random moments and letting her snuggle up beside him at night, but he was not going to beg. Damon Salvatore was far too proud for anything like that. "I want a truce. And if you weren't going to come to me... Well, here I am."