Cake by Sam

Cake

By: Sam

CATEGORY: Drabble

WARNINGS: None

AUTHOR’S NOTES: For pilotspeed.

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The smallest hint of frosting is visible at the corner of mouth, rich chocolate marring her pretty olive skin. Damon licks his own lips at the spot as he watches her curl her tongue around another forkful of cake. She’s focused completely on what her aunt is saying, expertly multitasking as she holds the paper plate in one hand and the plastic utensil in the other, never taking her eyes off of Jenna as she speaks.

He waits until Jenna slips away and then moves forward, pressing his hand into the small of her back. Elena turns toward him and smiles, stretching the chocolate stain. He reaches his other hand up and traces his thumb over her bottom lip before she can speak, the hitch in her breathing loud enough to be heard by even a human.

“Food is meant to be eaten,” he murmurs. He grins, a fleeting thing, and then leans in and carefully licks away the frosting. She closes her eyes and he kisses her soundly. “You aren’t supposed to wear it,” he whispers.

Something devious sparks in her eyes at that and he arches his eyebrows, crowding her in against the wall. Her plate gets crushed between them and he takes it away, sticking it on the windowsill a few inches away. She leans into him and smiles playfully. “I thought you liked chocolate.”

He hums in agreement and smacks his lips obnoxiously. “Your point?”

Elena shrugs and slips her thumb just under his shirt. “There’s extra frosting in the kitchen,” she says softly. She stares at him for a long moment and then grins wickedly, slipping away from him. Damon laughs at her implication and turns to watch her walk away.

There are too many people crowding the living room beneath the massive Congratulations, Elena! graduation banner to call after her the way that he wants to, but she shoots him a glance over her shoulder before she disappears into the backyard. He catches her grabbing another piece of cake off the table as she goes and he grins.

It will do for now.

** The End **

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