I Know The End | D. Salvatore

Dances with wolves

After everyone had eaten, Damon had suggested that we all play Pictionary. I lent
against the kitchen counter with an amused look in my eyes as he gestured wildey with a pen in his hands.

"Dress. Ballerina." Jenna guessed enthusiastically, having had a lot more drinks since our argument in the hallway.

"Puppy, puppy. Puppy with a tutu." Caroline exclaimed

Damon shook his head, muttering no through the pen lid that he held between his teeth. He gestured dramatically to the picture of a wolf in a tutu that he had drawn on the paper.

"Okay, dog, hound, hound dog. You ain't nothing but a hound dog." Jenna bounced on the sofa excitedly

"Dances with Wolves." Mason answered casually.

Damon took the pen lid out of his mouth and fastened it back onto the marker. "Mason wins again."

"How is that a wolf?" Jenna questioned. Damon left the living room and walked over to me.

"Aunt Jenna is getting tipsy." He mused as he walked around the kitchen island.

"You should stop trying to ply her with alcohol." I mused, giving him an amused glare.

"Well, I want her to like me." He said as he moved to stand behind me. He was so close that I could feel his chest against my back.

"She caught you pinning me to my bed, good luck with that." I pointed out quietly with a small laugh. When I thought about what had happened, I found myself growing flustered.

Damon chuckled lightly and placed his hands on my hips, his fingers running over the fabric of my shirt gently in a way that had heat flooding my body. "Damon. Jenna may be tipsy, but if she sees you feeling me up she'll still come for you." I chastised him lightly as I moved out of his grasp, albeit reluctantly.

Damon let out a quiet groan in frustration, but took what I said into consideration and removed his hands from my body.

"So, how's it going with Mason?" I asked, my voice hushed just in case he also had enhanced hearing.

"He's my new BFF." Damon mused

"Well, he's definitely something. When I shook his hand I could feel it, you know." I mused. Damon nodded in understanding, but before he could reply, Jenna joined us in the kitchen.

"There you are. Isn't this fun?" She asked happily, her mood a lot different than it was earlier.

"Yes. Thank you so much for inviting me." Damon said with a friendly demeanor.

"Did I have a choice?" Jenna questioned. I started to feel an awkward tension rise, and so I moved away and stood off to the side. I busied myself with getting some cutlery out to cut the pie that had been brought.

"I know what you must think about me-" Damon started to speak, but Jenna cut him off.

"No, you don't. You've never dated you. I have dated many yous. And I do not want my niece dating a you." Jenna stated firmly, and I fought off the urge to sigh heavily at her over protective nature.

"Well, I'm a work in progress. Your niece brings out the best in me." Damon pointed out, his gaze drifting over to mine with a softness in his eyes. The sight had my chest fluttering with a certain warmth that only he could bring out in me.

Jenna ignored him and turned to me, holding her hand out for a knife. I picked up one from the box and held it out to her.

"Ooh." Damon caught sight of the box of cutlery and moved over to look at them. "These are fancy."