We Always Survive ♥ (A Damon and Elena Fanfic)

Chapter 11 - Forever Yours

Elena POV 10/8 4:00am-11:30am

Jeremy's slow breathing fills the silent room as he sleeps, but I can't. Damon is finally alive, he is back and I had spent the last few hours lying on the floor, hoping that I'll fall asleep. It's pointless to try though, because I know that it won't happen. After another hour of futile resting, I decide to give up. I lift myself up off of the floor and slowly creep down the hallway, listening in each door to make sure everyone is asleep. After checking the rooms of everyone else, I make my way to the room I want to be in most-Damon's. I open the door as quietly as I can and sneak in, closing it shut behind me. As I turn around, I see Damon fast asleep o his side, half under the covers. My mind comes up with just about every scenario of how this could go, but I can't even make myself go near his bed. Instead, I lean my shoulder on the wall, angling my head as I watch him sleep peacefully. His ocean blue eyes are covered by his lids and I would do anything to see them again, so I decide to slowly walk over to the edge of the mattress. I crawl onto the side he's not occupying, the left side. Even when I am not with him, he leaves my side of the bed open. Hesitantly, I take my place beside him and lie on my side, watching his face as he breathes in and out. The decision to wake him up or watch him sleep plagues my mind as I watch him and I wonder if he's already detected my presence, but he remains fast asleep. I gently stroke a stray hair out of his face and his eyes flutter open. It startles me at first, but his gaze doesn't waver.

      "Elena," he mutters in a husky voice. "What are you doing?" I put my fingers to his lips and shush him, looking in his guilt-ridden eyes. I can tell he is hiding something from me.

      "Damon, what aren't you telling me?" He simply rolls his eyes and flips onto his back.

      "Yes Elena, I’ve been dead for almost a year and I am already keeping secrets from you,” his voice comes out sarcastically, but I don’t buy it. I prop myself up on my elbow and look intently and him until he turns to face me. “Elena, I’m not keeping anything from you.” His gaze looks deeply into my eyes, trying to ease my mind, and it does. All the apprehension falls from my shoulders and I smile. He responds with a smile and he strokes a lock of my hair behind my ear. His blue eyes lock with mine and I can’t think, so instead I react. I slowly move in and plant my lips against his. He seems surprised and pulls away for a second, but judging by my face, he leans forward and kisses me back. His lips move in sync with mine, growing more passionate with every passing second. I lock my fingers in his raven hair and twist so my body is positioned above him. “Elena, wait,” he whispers.

      “What?” My shoulders slump as I try to figure out what he is thinking.

      “I can’t. I can’t do this to Stefan,” he shakes his head and sits up to face me. I’m still sitting in his lap, and his change in position only brought us closer together, making me ache for him even more. But why bring up Stefan? Is he concerned about the sire bond? We already knew that was broken and I had already broken up with Stefan a while ago, and we’ve already made love. Twice. Why is this such a big deal?

      “Can’t do this to Stefan? What are you talking about, Damon?” I scan his features, waiting for him to forget his worry and kiss me again, but he doesn’t move. “Damon,” I take his face in my hands and smile, looking into his worried face, “I love you. You. Stefan is my past and I will always care for him, but you are the one I want to be with. I’m forever yours.” His eyes glaze over for a moment or two, but a smile breaks out across his face and he pulls me in for another kiss. He wraps one arm around my lower waist and places his other hand in my hair. I continue to kiss him passionately, our lips moving together as his tongue brushes the inside of my mouth. I push him back down harshly and his head hits the headboard with a thump. A low cry escapes his mouth as he winces. “Damon? Oh my god, Damon I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” I question him frantically, hoping that I did not hurt him.