The Vampire Diaries: The Impossible Part 1

Chapter 44

"Are you sure you want to go back?" Damon asked, a knowing smirk on his face, as he ran a hand along Elena's bare side. She leaned forward and pressed a peck against Damon's curled lips, sticking her tongue out, when she pulled away.

"Yes." Elena sighed, pulling the covers over her naked body, and getting up.

"Where are you going?" Damon pouted, then reached out for her, causing her to giggle, and step away.

What I meant was, where do you think you're going?

He appeared in front of her, when she turned around. His bare, glowing skin was distracting her, and she was getting a bit nauseous.

"I, uhh..." She stuttered, her eyes wide, and searching his skin, which made his smirk even bigger.

"Come back here." He pulled on her arm, and spun her towards him, when she tried to get away, again.

He pushed her down onto her bed, and she started screeching, as he tickled her sides, pushing the sheets away from her body. Her body arched, causing her head to tilt backwards.

A knock on the door, made Damon stop, and Elena was grateful for whoever it was.

"We have to go! You've already missed half of the semester!" Stefan's voice yelled, and Damon scowled, climbing off of Elena, and her bed.

"Oh, fuck off, already!" He shouted, and Elena laughed, scampering out of bed, and searching for her clothes, which had been thrown onto the ground, during their previous heated moments.

"Do not open that damn door!" Damon shouted, stopping the movements of the rattling knob.

"It's locked anyways!" Stefan still pounded on the door with his fist, even though he knew it would do nothing. They weren't going to let him in, with both of them now, almost-nude, and he was too polite to break the door down.

"Well, yeah, do you think we'd leave the door open, with what we were just doing, and all?" Damon grinned, and all knocking ceased.

Footsteps could be heard, becoming fainter and fainter. Elena was frowning, giving Damon a look, which he responded to with the grin still on his face.

"We have to go." She whispered, although she sounded like she wanted to scold him for telling Stefan that, and Damon was grateful that she decided to keep her mouth closed, aside from the obvious comment she just made.

"Get changed, then." He was suddenly dressed, in his usual all-black outfit.

Damon slapped her butt, which caused her to jump, then raise her hand to slap his cheek. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, licking his lips.

"Damon, we have to..." He put his finger to her lips, and shut her up. Damon suddenly shoved her forwards, then gracefully caught her, and threw her down onto the bed.

"Have everything?" Damon asked, his eyebrows raised, amused at the fact that they literally just sprinted out of the house, after they had sex, again, when Stefan was telepathically threatening to leave without them.

Part of it, was jealousy, but the other part was annoyed, because they acted as if they were wrapped up in their own little bubble of love, and nothing else was going on around them.

"Yes." Elena said, rolling her eyes, then opened the door, and ran out, holding up her pointer finger, as her only explanation. "My diary!" She whispered under her breath, running for the door.

Two minutes later, she jogged down the driveway, diary and pen in hand, then opened the door, and slid into the passenger seat, next to the hot-ass driver; Damon.