Breakfast Salvatore Style

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Elena POV
As we arrived to the kitchen I sat on the counter, waiting.
He entered between my legs and stole a kiss, of course its not stolen if I let him.
"How about my famous pancakes?" he asked.
I smiled like a little kid on Christmas morning.
"I take this as a yes." he kissed me once again and walked to the fridge, taking out flour, eggs, milk, and few oranges, good I love him, when he took out the chocolate chips, I swear if I wasn't gonna lose this weight later, its on him.
"What can I help?" i asked and he gave me some things to set up the table, damn you Damon Salvatore.
I made some coffee and I looked over his bare arms while he squeezed some orange juice.
is it just me or its hot in here?
I sat again and waited.

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