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[ There's nothing like waking up with Damon all up in your business. And in your bed.
For one groggy moment, when Elena rolls over and opens her eyes to Damon's face with her arm slung across his chest, she doesn't immediately register the situation as strange. This has happened before, after all, and she's tempted to roll over again and curl up under the covers to fall back asleep. Another hour isn't going to kill her, and -- honestly, she deserves all the sleep she can get.
But then her tired brain kick-starts and reminds her that, hey, this isn't normal, Gilbert, you get your ass up, and begrudgingly, she blinks the sleep from her eyes and squints at the blurry shape next to her.
And that's when she shoots up, her hair a tangled mess as she grabs the nearest pillow and whacks Damon in the chest with it. ]
God -- Damon, really?
For one groggy moment, when Elena rolls over and opens her eyes to Damon's face with her arm slung across his chest, she doesn't immediately register the situation as strange. This has happened before, after all, and she's tempted to roll over again and curl up under the covers to fall back asleep. Another hour isn't going to kill her, and -- honestly, she deserves all the sleep she can get.
But then her tired brain kick-starts and reminds her that, hey, this isn't normal, Gilbert, you get your ass up, and begrudgingly, she blinks the sleep from her eyes and squints at the blurry shape next to her.
And that's when she shoots up, her hair a tangled mess as she grabs the nearest pillow and whacks Damon in the chest with it. ]
God -- Damon, really?