Delena-Just Friends?

The Morning After

Hey guys!! I'm trying to get back into a faster uploading schedule like I had over the summer, don't get your hopes up though!! I'm trying my best, I promise <3 enjoy this next chapter! LOTS OF DELENA IN IT ;)

Third Person POV (first time trying this, hope you like it :)

Elena expected to wake up wrapped around Damon, but much to her disappointment, she awoke to an empty bed. His scent of bourbon and mint and something so uniquely him still lingered, however, and she inhaled it, feeling immediately relaxed.

The last time Elena fell asleep in Damon's arms, she woke up feeling extremely guilty. But this time was different. Something changed, not only between them, but something changed in her too. She used to be terrified to admit her feelings for the elder Salvatore, ashamed even. But now, she embraces them. Although she still doesn't exactly know what they are or what they mean, she's  very open to exploring them. And she thinks it may have to do with all these dreams she's been having about him. Just last night, she dreamt of the night he told her he loved her. Despite the fact that he was close to death, Elena fondly remembers it as one of the greatest moments of her life. No one loves her quite like Damon does. She just needs to realize it.

Wishing she had vampire hearing, she tried to listen for noises that would indicate where he is and what he could be doing, but she doesn't possess that skill. Glancing around her room, she saw no sign of him, other than the alluring aroma he seemed to leave wherever he went.

Assuming he would be downstairs doing god knows what, she hopped out of bed and into her bathroom, fixing her bedhead in a way that mad her look presentable yet effortless. She didn't want to look like she was trying too hard, but she also wanted to look pretty. She often found herself trying to impress Damon, and it always delighted him. Although he thinks she looks beautiful no matter what she's wearing, or what her hair looks like, or how much/how little makeup she has on. She's perfect to him.

After primping for a few minutes, she was pleased with how she looked: pretty yet effortless. She bounded down the stairs, unprepared for what she was about to see: Damon at the stove, cooking what appeared to be pancakes, and wearing an apron.

She was stunned. Not in a bad way, it's just a side of Damon she had never seen before. So domestic. She couldn't help but smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," He said sweetly, turning away from his cooking to give her a smile. He swore his undead heart skipped a beat when he saw a blush spread across her whole face.

"I didn't know you could cook," She said, smirking. "I can do many things," He replied with a wink. She just rolled her eyes. She strolled over to the island and sat down on a stool.

He had set out two place settings, a pitcher of orange juice, a bowl of whipped cream, some syrup, and some of the most delicious-looking strawberries Elena had ever seen. How he got such beautiful strawberries in the middle of fall, she had no idea, but she didn't question it.

"What's all this for?" She asked curiously. She couldn't remember the last time she had a homemade breakfast.

"I figured since you're living with two guys, you probably haven't had a nice home cooked meal in awhile. And I happen to make the best pancakes in the world." He said, turning back to smile at her, and then turning back to pay attention to his sizzling pancakes.

She couldn't believe how incredibly sweet he was being. Not once in her entire relationship with Stefan did he cook for her. Another thing she found herself doing often: comparing Damon and Stefan. Lately, it was in favor of Damon.