The Vampire Diaries and The Originals Imagines and One-shots

Smirks, Thighs and Apple Pies - Damon Salvatore

You'd awoken early, well early for you anyway, with a yearning to bake. Fall was well and truly upon you. The brightly colored leaves and crisp air always had you rolling out dough and whipping cream. A quick search of your boyfriend's kitchen revealed everything you needed to make fresh apple pie.

You dug out the ingredients and lined them up on the counter. The sleeves of your oversized sweater kept getting in the way and you rolled them up to keep them clean. You got to work and it didn't take long for the intoxicating smell of warm apples and cinnamon to fill the air.

"Well, whatever you're up to smells heavenly." Damon's rich voice flowed over you and you glanced up to find him leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, his arms crossed over his chest. His usual smirk was on his lips as he ran his eyes over you.

"Apple pie," you told him before turning your attention back to the task before you.

When you padded down to the kitchen this morning you'd worn sleep shorts and thick socks with your sweater. It didn't take long before Damon's body pressed against your back. He ran his hands along the bare skin of your thighs while he kissed down the line of your throat. "I love it when you smell like spices," he whispered into your skin causing a tremble to run through you.

You sucked in a breath as your heart sped. "Behave, Salvatore. I've got pies in the oven."

He wrapped his heavy arms around your waist and propped his chin on your shoulder. "All right, sweetheart. What can I do to help?"

You turned your head to look at him in surprise. "You seriously want to help?"

"Hey, I've got skills."

That was true enough, but having skills and volunteering to help were two different things. Of course, the faster you finished your baking the faster the two of you could focus on each other. There was one thing he could do that would be helpful with both of those endeavors.

"You ever made whipped cream?"