Damon Salvatore likes holding hands. (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-20 00:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | {damon salvatore, {elena gilbert |
WHO: Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert
WHEN: Saturday evening
WHERE: Damon's room
WHAT: Damon wants Elena to relax about certain... issues
RATING: High for a little bit of blood
STATUS: Closed/ Complete
"Are you nearly done yet?" Damon asked, rolling onto his side and propping his head up on one hand. He knew he hadn't actually been lying there all that long, but he wanted Elena back in his arms again already. She was as bad as Stefan with all this journal writing. Damon didn't really see the point in it all; why write about how awesome it was to have sex with him when she could be actually having sex with him. He knew that wasn't all she was writing about but a little piece of him hoped it was part of it...
"Dear Diary," he said, smirking, as he slipped off of the bed and walked up behind where Elena was sitting at the desk with her tablet. "Today my gorgeous boyfriend just wouldn't leave me alone." Stopping behind Elena's chair, Damon draped his hands over her slender shoulders, massaging her skin through her shirt. "You see, Diary, he just thinks I'm so sexy that he can't keep his hands off me," he carried, on, leaning down so his lips were close to her ear. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to her plump, soft cheek. God, it felt so good to be able to just touch her and kiss her whenever he wanted. He'd wanted to treat her like this, love her like this, for so many months; one corner of his lips turned up into half smile at the thought that she was finally his.