Soul Connection (Damon and Elena)

Chapter 7

I lean my head onto his shoulder, as we swiftly sway back and fourth. Dancing. Our hands are interlocked, while the other in rested on each other's shoulder. "I wish it could be like this forever." I whisper into his ear.

"It can." He looks into my eyes, and holds a firm lock. "We're going to get through this whole Markos thing." He says. "We always survive." Quoting my phrase. "Look at me." He tilts my chin up. "We will survive this. Right now he thinks I'm dead so we have a little bit of a break."

"Time-out." I say, grinning up at him.

I lean my head back against his chest. "I love you Damon."

"I love you Elena."

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"What are you doing?" I wake up to Damon rolling paint over the walls.

"Well if these walls are going to be finished, I had to do it alone, without any distractions." He says firmly.

I raise my eyebrows, offended. "So I'm a distraction?"

He stares at me with guilt in his eyes. "Hate to say it.. but.." He starts. "It's hard to paint with you looking so damn sexy." He shrugs.

A smirk crosses my face. I grab a brush and dunk it in the paint. "Woah, woah." Damon says. "Only people that have art skills are allowed to paint these walls." He pouts his lip, and continues to paint.

I glare at him, and fast run so I'm standing right in front of him. He gives me a questioning look and raises one eyebrow. I lift my brush and drench paint on his cheek. "You said nothing about the face." I say, amused. I chuckle to myself. His eyebrows furrow. "What, you just got your plastic surgery done? It's about time." I tease.

He grabs a brush and throws paint on my face this time. I shriek and run to the corner of the room. I dunk my hands in the bucket full of paint, and splash it all over him.

The rest of the morning is filled with giggling and drenching each other in colorful pain. We become very creative with the colors we throw on each other.

It's all fun and joyful until we get a knock on our new apartment that no one knows about yet.

And what begins to happen is what I'd least expected would fill my day.

Next chapter in no longer than four days.