Heaven ↠ Damon Salvatore [3] ✓

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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄
she's a good girl who's favorite things are bad

ECHO WOKE UP to the sun shining through the windows, and Damon's arm wrapped protectively over her. She smiled and placed a delicate kiss on his stomach, and then began to slowly move upwards.

The hand on her waist tightened, and she smirked as he opened up his eyes slowly, and looked down at her with a smile. "Hello there." He moved his hand from her waist, to her hair, and pushed some of it behind her ear. "This is exactly how I like being woken up in the morning."

She smirked and licked his chest before pouncing on him. Her mouth immediately went for his neck, and she gave him a love bite before moving her lips to his. She picked him before whispering, "you're the best thing to wake up next to."

He smirked and moved his hand to hold her ass, and squeezed which made her let out a small moan in pleasure.

They both then let out groans of annoyance when Damon's phone began to ring loudly. The blue eyed vampire rolled his eyes, reached over and answered his phone. "Stefan, you better have one hell of a good reason for ringing me at this hour."  "

"Actually, yes. I think you and Echo are gonna wanna hear this..." 

"Continue..." Damon's voice croaked out as Echo ran her hand down his chest, biting her lip seductively.

"Katherine's dying. I don't think she'll survive the rest of the day."

Both vampires looked to one another before throwing their hands up in the air, doing a little victory dance.

LATER ON THAT day, Damon poured out shots while Dean, Sam, Cas, Echo, Jack, Matt, and Jeremy were sitting near him in the parlor.

"Rule number one: Name the worst thing Katherine Pierce has ever done. Rule number two: Toast to the glory of her impending death. Rule number three: If you come across something that's worse, which you will, repeat rules one and two. She pretended to be buried in a tomb for 145 years, while I waited for her lying ass." Damon picked up a shot then quickly shot it back an looked at them in confusion. "Wait... Does that beat pretending to be Elena and kissing me on the front porch of your old house?"

Jeremy shook his head with a look on his face. "I don't think so."

"I don't think so either. Damn." The Salvatore sighed and took another shot. "Quarterback, go."

"Uh..." Matt paused trying to think of what to say.

"Think on that." Damon stopped him then passed the shot glass to Jeremy. "Little Gilbert."

"She fed me to Silas and I died," the teenager stated with a sarcastic smile.

"Doozy," the blue eyed vampire commented with a smirk.