Tuesday November 7th, 2006
There’s something tickling my face. I don’t wanna wake up just yet. It just keeps grazing my face. It smells good.
“Time to wake up.” says a singsong voice in my ear.
“Hmm. No.” I brush away.
“Yes. I wanna see your eyes.” the voice says again.
“5 more minutes.” I whine
“As much as I would love to lay here and watch you sleep, we have to get up.” he laughs, My Damon.
Opening my eyes, I see what he’s been tickling my face with. A pink daisy, my favorite. Every morning for the past week he’s woken me up with a different flower. Either he’s had it hidden and waiting for me or went out, picked it, then came back to bed was enough to send me crashing. I’ve officially moved into his room even though we haven’t yet talked about what we are exactly, but I’m in rush. Why put a name on it so soon? I remember the conversation I had with Stefan and Lexie the morning after my first night with Damon.
“You little harlot!” Lexie calls from the living room as I fail to sneak back to my room.
Standing stock still, “If I don’t move she won’t see me.” I whisper to myself. What are you, five? Of course she sees you stupid.
“I’ve already found your shoes, and your purse. So, the walk of shame is really unnecessary at this point don’t you think.” she teases.
“No shame.” I say turning to find her smirking at me.
“Then, why are you sneaking through the foyer?” she asks amused
Sighing, then giving in, “To avoid this exact conversation.” I say walking into the living room.
“You do know that we had to clean up the mess he made? Man those were a lot of candles.” she laughs
“He’s not as bad as you think, Lexie.” I stop myself from glaring. Apparently this is her natural reaction to Damon.
“Or, he just wanted to get in your pants.” he says stone faced.
“Lexie, for one day, leave it alone.” Stefan says from behind me.
“I’m speak the truth. You and I both know the kind of person he is.” she says
“I’m in a good place for once with him. Kit just might have something to do with that. The least you could do is not bash him to her.” he says sitting next to me.
“Okay, fine. I’m sorry.” he says throwing her hands up in defeat.
“Thank you.” he says to her, “So, what is going on with you and Damon?” he asks me.
“Damon understands me. He’s been so great to me. He’s never let me out of his sight or let me around anything that could hurt my process.” I gush
“You’ve spent more time with him since you met him than you have with me. I can understand how you could fall for him.” he says
“Fall for him? It’s way too soon to even think about that.” I say
“You’ve known him for two months Kit. You’ve spent time with him. I can even see the way you look at him. It’s obvious in the way he looks at you.” Lexie says
“Look, I’ve hidden myself for so long. I’ve resisted everything at every turn. I thought it would feel wrong to be with him. I felt that if I let myself be truly happy, I‘d relapse. But, I did let myself feel happiness. It didn’t feel wrong. I like him. I admit it. Okay.” I say. I admit it. The fireworks have definitely gone off in my head.
“Are you happy? They ask simultaneously
Smiling, “I am. I’m happier than I’ve ever been.” I say rising from the couch.
“Gonna give Damon his shirt back?” Lexie asks while she and Stefan laugh
“Okay, screw the both of you.” I laugh walking away.
“There’s my Kitten.” Damon says meeting me at the bottom of the stairs.
“Can’t talk now. Shower.” I smile
“Again? Or, is that an invitation?” he smirks
“Call it what you want. But, I’m going for a shower.” I say walking upstairs past him.
From behind me I hear, “Good morning brother. Goodbye brother.” he says to Stefan and I know it’s my cue to run.
“Get a room!” Lexie calls as Stefan laughs loudly.
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“So are we getting up?” He kisses my forehead.
“No. I don’t want to. For the past week, I’ve spent my days with Stefan, and my nights with you.” I say
“So, what are you proposing?” he asks
“For once, I wanna stay here, in this bed and this room, just you and me.” I smile
“All day?” he ask smiling
“Until this time tomorrow.” I say grazing his face with my hand
“And what do you suppose we do for 24 hours? I for one, can think of plenty.” he smirks. That provocative smirk.
“I don’t know how much fun we could have in this room all day. But, with you, I think we make a good team at improvising. And if I want food I‘ll simply push you out the door.” I say straddling him, holding his hands by his head.
“You’d send me out there naked? No that I have a problem with it, but we e do make a good team. But, I’ll take the lead this time, and I know exactly where to start.” he says easily flipping me onto my back and kissing me.
“And where would that be?” I ask as he reaches for the end table.
“Body paint.” he smiles with a paint tube in hand.
“You wanna play with body paint?” I laugh
“I saw it in a store and I bought it. You like?” he smirks
“Do you have any idea how long it takes to get that stuff off?” Seriously, it’s a fight to get body paint out of a belly button.
“That’s all the more fun. I scrub your back, you scrub mine. All in a day’s work.” he laughs
“And what about the sheets?” The sheets? Really? Stop being stupid!
“Who says we have to be in bed?” he kisses me and pulls me out of bed.
“You’re feisty this morning. I like it.” I laugh between kisses
“I wanna play and you’re delaying things.” he says
“You bought only one tube?” I say mostly to humor him.
“Five actually.” he smiles.
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Saved by a Salvatore
FanfictionWhen Stefan Salvatore went back to Chicago, he never anticipated finding anything unique. That is until he found a woman he couldn't just leave in the street. He soon finds that the woman is a lot more like him than he expected and becomes desperat...
