Wandering Hearts (Under Editing)

The First *Edited*

I sit up and yawn, looking over at Damon. He looks so cute and vulnerable when he's sleeping. I smile, chuckling softly before crawling out of bed. I head into the bathroom and I check my lady parts, surprised and thrilled to see that the week of bloody murder is no more. I remove my clothes before taking a fast shower and putting on a black crop top and a pair of lace panties.

I take a few steps out of the bathroom and Damon sleeps peacefully. I jump back in the bed and I begin kissing up his beautifully bare chest.

"Hmm... Miss Elena, what are you doing?"

"Exploring."

I pull a yellow dress on, spinning around and taking a deep breath. Damon is... Taking me out. For a picnic. I mess with my hair a bit.

"Ready sweet cheeks?" I look towards the doorway, smiling at him. My hair flows down my back in bountiful waves, and I nod shyly. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way." I blush lightly and offers his hand. "May I?" I smile at him, laughing.

"You may."

We begin driving and he turns onto a dirt road, then another, and another.

"Taking me far far away to kidnap me?"

"Absolutely. If willing consensual picnics are considered kidnapping then you are most definitely being kidnapped."

"It's the best hostage scenario I've ever been in. Considering I've been in a few." He raises an eyebrow and I laugh. He stops the car and parks behind a tree. We get out and I look around. "A muddy clearing. Mr. Salvatore your sense of placement needs a little touch up."

"You're simply looking at a page in black and white," he pulls me closer so my arms go around his neck, "I see the shades of grey." He moves the willow leaves and suddenly I'm greeted with a beautiful meadow full of wildflowers and lush green grass. He pulls me over to the middle of the field and lays out the blanket. We sit down and I soak in the sun, allowing it to warm my skin.

"So," he begins, "today I have prepared you the picnic of champs."

"Bring it on." I lean back on the blanket, watching him take out tupperware, napkins, and forks. "You'd make the perfect soccer mom."

"Wrong, I don't even have a minivan honey." I laugh and he smiles at me. "Plus, my kid wouldn't do something as cliche as soccer."

"No?"

"Nope. I'm thinking more of a clever little girl with dashing charm and wit to match her father's. She would be above soccer." I laugh a little more, sitting up and looking at him.

"Have you ever wanted kids?" He looks at me, grinning.

"Well, considering how much I like the preparatory act, if I were human I would've knocked you up by now." I tuck my hair behind my ear, biting my lip.

"You didn't answer my question." He shrugs.

"I don't see any use in dwelling on it. I can't make munchkins so I don't worry about them."

"What if you were human and I got pregnant?"

"What about the world where Hitler cured cancer? The answer is don't think about it." I nod, staying quiet. He sighs before looking at me. "Elena, we're not even together by your standards."

"I'm just curious. We have sex all the time I can't help thinking about what it would be like if you were a baby daddy."

"And I'm happy that we don't need to worry about it."

"So you wouldn't want kids?"

"That's not what I'm saying. Having kids with you would be magic and I would be the best father I could be. But I don't dwell on that because I can't get you pregnant." I nod.