request: waking up to damon making breakfast for you - @avalonicons
“Damon?” I open my eyes to sun rays traveling across the room. I’m in a king sized bed, with dark red sheets and a ginormous black comforter. The room is dark and spacious, like I remember from last night. There’s antique furniture that cover the walls and floors. I wonder how old these pieces are.
I sit up and straighten my hair. “Damon?” I ask again, wondering where he could be. I don’t remember much from last night, just Damon walking me to his room and tucking me into his bed. “I don’t ne- need to be babysat Damon.” I remember telling him as he covered me with blankets. “You’ll feel better in the morning, just uh… get some rest.” And that was the last thing I heard him say before I passed out.
I get up and walk towards the half opened door. Music is playing from somewhere but I can’t pinpoint where exactly. Stepping outside of the room, I walk into the hallway that leads to the living room. I don’t remember seeing this area of the house but it’s beautiful. Carved designs cover the ceilings and more antique furniture fills the room. It must’ve taken years to collect all of them.
Happy music blares through the air as I walk closer to what seems to be the kitchen. Damon is standing next to the countertop, mixing something in a bowl. The air smells like pancake mix and bacon. He looks out of place cooking, like he should have someone cooking for him instead.
He’s wearing a black opened button down shirt, exposing his defined chest and stomach. His skin looks smooth and soft like I would expect it to feel.
“Like what you see?” He smirks at me, I realize I’m just standing near the door frame awkward as hell.
“Hey, uh good morning.” I walk into the kitchen and sit across from him. I look down and see that i’m wearing a tank top and shorts, wondering where these clothes came from.
“How you feeling Princess? You had a rough night.” He smirks as he pours the pancake mix onto a pan.
“A little sore, but I don’t remember anything really. How’d I get into these clothes?”
He turns towards me again. “Found them in my closet. I have a small stash of women’s clothes.” He says causally.
I give him a confused look. “Don’t worry, they’re clean. And you changed into them yourself.”
Relieved, I look at my hands and gather some courage.
“Get comfortable princess because it’s one hell of a story.” He grins as he flips a pancake.
