Bed by Sam

Bed

By: Sam

CATEGORY: Drabble

WARNINGS: None

AUTHOR’S NOTES: For supergoddess.

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Vampires are surprisingly warm, considering they have no body heat of their own. Elena curls into the empty space on the bed next to her, warmth still radiating from the sheets. She inhales his scent and closes her eyes as she doses, too tired to do anything else.

She has no idea when she falls back asleep, but she wakes to his lips on her cheek and his arm around her waist, muscled chest pressed to her back. Elena turns her head and furrows her brow. “What time is it?”

“Late, you lazy girl,” he replies. “Tell me, are you known for stealing other people’s spots?”

“Don’t be a baby,” she murmurs, rolling over to face him. Damon keeps his arm draped across her torso, his other propping him up. “It’s not my fault you don’t sleep like the rest of us.”

“Sleep is a waste of time,” he tells her. “There are much more interesting things I could do in a bed than sleep.”

He leans into her and she places a hand on his chest, keeping him close enough that she can feel his breath on her mouth but not close enough to make contact. “Like what?”

Damon grins. “Would you like me to tell you or show you?”

Elena leans back and snuggles down into the mattress, locking eyes with him. “I guess that depends,” she says seriously. He arches an eyebrow and she bites the inside of her lip as she slides her hand down his chest, across his stomach. The muscles jump beneath her touch and she lowers her gaze to watch as he shifts closer to her. “Will showing me explain how the bed is so warm after you leave?”

He kisses her. She smiles against his mouth and licks into his, running her tongue over the roof of his mouth before tangling it with his. Damon strokes a hand down her side and then pushes himself up and over her, planting both hands firmly on the pillow beneath her as she moves her thighs to accommodate him. She breaks away for air when it’s too hard to keep the kiss going and he immediately turns his attention to her collarbone.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she whispers.

** The End **

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