Hey!
I actually wrote this many years ago, but never had the corrage to share it with everyone. Mostly because this OS is written in English and I'am not a native English speaker -as you might know.^^ So I want to apolagize for language and grammer mistakes beforehand, if you find any. Otherwise: Happy Reading!
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Four days. Four days have passed since Elena had chosen him. And here she is, the most beautiful girl in the world, peacefully sleeping in his arms. If someone described him as happy, it would be the undstatement of the year. He is more than happy. He is over the moon!
Damon gently moves his hand over her cheek stroking a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. A half unconscious moan excapes her lips and she snuggles up closer to him. Yeah, she is true perfection, Damon thinks.
He flashes his best smile at her, though she cannot see it, taking in her beautiful brown hair, her long eyelashes, her lightly flushed cheeks and the kiss-swollen red lips. He still doesn't know how he got her, but it doesn't matter. She is here, curled up by his side, in his bed. That's all what matters.
"You know... it's weird to stare." Suddenly a small smile appears on Elena's lips. Damon jerks backwards and nearly falls from the bed. He had been lost too deep in his thoughts to recognize that she was awake.
He chuckles. "I wasn't staring, I was observing", he counters with a huge grin in his face. She giggles and opens her eyes. They contain the brightest brown he had ever seen. Like so often before he got lost in them.
"You should do that more often", Damon notes after a moment. He reachs out and begins to caress her cheek, let his fingertips feel the sensation of her skin.
She grins. "What?"
"Smile. It suits you", he answers honestly. It's the truth. He loves Elena's smile. She seems happy and carefree when it is on her face. Sadly, she doesn't smile very often. The past few months had been so dangerous and tragic for her. Her transition into a vampire, Silas and on top of all the ghost-party only one week ago. But Silas is defeated, the ghosts are gone and she seems to come along with her vampire existence. Maybe, it's finally time for them to be happy.
Elena moves closer and slowly wraps her arms around his neck. She kisses him. It is a sweet, gently kiss and Damon feels a sudden warmth spreading through his body. He moves them, so he is on top of her and runs his fingers through her long hair. Her hands start to explore his bare chest while the kiss intensifies. Electricl shivers run down his spine and curl up his toes. His body tingles, where her fingertips brush over his skin.
How will he ever get used to this feeling? There is a simple answer to that question. He will never get used to it. He will never get used to the feeling of her lips on his, from the sensation of her hands all over his body. It is too incredible, too perfect.
When their mouths finally part, both of them breathe heavily. "I love you", he whispers against her lips- not that he could ever keep those words from escaping his mouth. Elena's smile grows wider and her eyes begin to sparkle.
"I love you too", she whispers back. I must smile like an idiot right now, Damon thinks. But it doesn't matter because she does the same. They are idiots together.
He kisses her one more time. "I know. I'm very loveable", he explains cockily.
Elena flashes him a shocked face and hits him playfully on the shoulder. "Way to ruin the moment", she notes dryly.
