Arabella Gilbert ♡ TVD

O Come, All Ye Faithful.

Damon woke up the next morning and Arabella was still sleeping peacefully, she was curled up at the side of him, her hand tucked under her head and she looked almost angelic.

That thought made him chuckle.

Angelic was something Arabella definitely wasn't and never had been in the whole time he had known her.

He slowly reached forward and pecked her gently on the lips, trailing kisses up her jaw and towards her ear. "Elle. Elle, wake up." He whispered softly. He shuffled closer and stroked his hand up and down her bare back, loving the feeling of her soft skin on his fingertips.

Arabella stirred awake and stretched, pressing her chest into his body. His eyes drifted down to her large, voluptuous breasts that were still covered by her black lacy bra and he inwardly groaned.

"This would be so much better if we were naked." Arabella said as she stroked her hand closer towards his length. Damon quickly gripped her wrist which shocked her. She looked up at him and she could tell by the look on his face, they needed to talk. "If you're gonna talk about the sire bond, I'd rather not." She said as she flung the covers from her body and sauntered towards the bathroom.

Damon quickly followed after her, not tearing his eyes from her delicious body. Especially when he walked into the bathroom and she was stood infront of the mirror. He could imagine bending her over the counter and taking her hard, making her scream his name over and over again.

But he couldn't. They needed to talk about the sire bond and until then, anything like that was off the table.

She looked up at him through the mirror and she could see the look on his face. His eyes said it all. He was nervous, scared that the sire bond was going to change things between them.

"If you're worried about the sire bond, it changes nothing." She said and she saw Damon roll his eyes before he turned around, his jaw clenched shut. He wanted to believe that it meant nothing but he couldn't be sure. "Damon Salvatore." Arabella said as she gripped his wrist and spun him around, she gripped his face and stared into his beautiful, blue eyes. "I've been in love with you since the first time I set eyes on you. Yes, I'm sired but that certainly doesn't change my feelings for you. I married you for fuck sake. And that was before I turned, so you need to stop with the insecurities. Okay?!"

Damon reluctantly nodded his head as Arabella reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you." He whispered as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear, gazing into her gorgeous green eyes. "So, what plans have you got for today?"
"Well..." Arabella started before she headed back into the bedroom, she pushed open her walk-in wardrobe door and Damon could hear her shuffling things around. She emerged with a few items of clothing before her phone started to buzz on the nightstand indicating she had received a text message.

Bon-Bon
[Teaching Jer how not to kill you today. Still want to meet us at your lake house? Xo]

She scanned over Bonnie's message, before she dropped her phone on to the bed. "Well that's my hair and nail day out the window." She mumbled as she typed a quick reply telling Bonnie she would be there shortly. She stripped out of her old underwear and bra before replacing it with a hot, red, silky number. Again, Damon couldn't tear his eyes away, he was starving and she looked like a full damn meal.

He was so hot and bothered whenever he was around her, like he was a drug addict and she was his addiction. "Ahem." Arabella cleared her throat and rested her hands on her hips, which caused him to snap out of his lustful daze. She could see him drinking her in and she thought it was hilarious. "If you've finished imagining each and everyway you want to have me. I'm meeting Bonnie. She's teaching Jeremy how to not want to stake me."