brothers weakness | salvatore

v.

chapter v .
close encounters

once downstairs, we found the whole group sprawled across the living room like the lazy teenagers they were. i sighed, releasing my hold on the brothers' hands. "what do you want?" i asked, heading towards the kitchen, damon trailing close behind, while stefan lingered near the couch, where elena sat. his gaze flickered between her and me before he eventually followed damon and me into the kitchen.

elena started, "just because we're here doesn't mean we want something," her voice was filled with nuisance, "no, but forgive me if I find it hard to believe because apparently every time you show up, someone is switching off their emotions, the brothers are fighting, or someone's life becoming absolutely miserable. so, yeah, i doubt you're here without a reason, elena." i sassed back,

the rest of the group shifted awkwardly, casting nervous glances at us. elena's gaze held a glint of something else, something sharper, almost as if she had caught me doing something indecent. i scoffed- as if. rolling my eyes, i turned back towards the brothers, who were laughing together as they prepared breakfast. now that was a sight for sore eyes.

i took a moment to take them in, both standing in their usual sleeping attire. each wore their familiar boxers, stefan in a fitted tank top, while damon opted for his favorite worn t-shirt. i, on the other hand, was still in damon's oversized shirt, paired with stefans boxers. he had insisted, saying it was only fair if i wore something of his, given his possessive streak.

smiling, i wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders, pressing a quick kiss to their cheeks. stefan looked down at me with a sly grin, eyes brimming with adoration. "what's that for?" he asked.

"just because," i murmured, resting my chin on his shoulder, meeting his gaze. there was a timeless feeling to it, like the three of us were in our own little world, cocooned in the warmth we shared. i felt damon's breathe graze my neck, sending a ripple of goosebumps over my skin. i broke eye contact with stefan, drawn by damon's intense gaze.

it felt as if they were both closing in, our bodies melding as one. damon's hand slipped to my waist, slowly inching down, dangerously close to my lower back. his fingers were warm and steady, pulling me closer, his breath on my face making my knees weak. i felt stefan press against me from the side, his fingertips skimming over the fabric of my shirt, a wave of warmth radiating off him.

"something wrong, el?" damon murmured, a sly smirk playing across his perfect lips, knowing perfectly well i could barely keep my composure around them. two can play at this, i thought, quickly recovering as i returned his smirk.

"i don't know, damon. is there?" i whispered seductively, slowly leaning into him until our hips brushed, making him release a small groan. i caged him against the counter, leaning in until i could feel his breath quicken. his pulse sped up, heart thudding loudly, and i couldn't help but grin.

damon's gaze was locked on me, brimming with a deep, unspoken intensity. close behind me, stefan's pelvis pressed against my hips, driving me forward against damon. a soft groan escaped damon, and stefan let out a low almost inaudible moan close to my ear, just loud enough for me to hear.

just then, the scent of something burning yanked us back to reality. we all looked to the stove, where the bacon lay charred and smoking in the pan.

"no.. not the bacon," i whined, i heard the brother's breathy chuckles as they gently pulled away.

"what's that smell?" bonnie asked, walking into the kitchen with the rest of the group in tow. stefan and damon took this as their chance to speed up the stairs, each probably heading off to a cold shower. at the thought of this, i smirked, completely forgetting what had been asked.

"ellie?" jeremy questioned, confusion in his features. "oh! just the... uh, burnt the bacon," i stammered, laughing lightly and poking at the blackened strips in the pan.