Summary: Elena tries to get Damon into the Christmas spirit, employing all the tricks from her childhood. Written because I am insanely excited for Christmas. TV version, Elena/Damon, some Elena/Stefan.
Disclaimer: I watch every week, just in the hope that one of those beautiful brothers will be mine… no such luck though!
OMG I actually cannot believe the number of people that have either put this story on their alerts and favourites and the people who have put me on favourite author/author alert and who have reviewed this. It means so much to me! Thank you so much! And I'm sooo sorry this update has taken so long to come- I could not think how to continue this. Hope you like it! And sorry if Damon is a little out of character here and that it's short.
It's beginning to feel a Lot like Christmas
"What are we doing this afternoon then?" Damon asked Elena as she came through the door. Stefan had been to pick her up and after their fun baking the previous afternoon, Damon was desperate to get on with their Christmas plans. He'd enjoyed the time spent flirting with and teasing Elena, especially since he didn't have Stefan breathing down his neck for the entire afternoon. Although he was still annoyed about the flour that refused to come out of his black leather jacket. He was pretty sure it was ruined for good and he was going to have to buy a new one. Today he'd chosen a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt (as usual) but he felt desperately out of place without his jacket.
"No leather jacket?" Elena asked him, her eyes glinting in amusement. Damon answered her with a shake of his head.
"Why not?" Elena continued as Stefan took her coat.
"You know why!" Damon exclaimed, his voice frosty.
Stefan looked between the two of them, confused, which made Elena laugh. "Damon is a very messy cooker," Elena said, once she had calmed down, "his jacket got covered is flour."
"And it still is covered," Damon grumbled, "because someone put water on the flour. And now it won't wash off."
"Well that was unfortunate, wasn't it?" Stefan said, unable to resist joining in Elena's mocking of his brother.
Damon made a sour face. "So, what are we doing then?"
Stefan held Elena's hand firmly in his. "Elena and I are going to watch a movie," he said in a tone that clearly said Damon wasn't invited to join them.
"Can it be scary?" Damon asked gleefully, ignoring the fact that Stefan definitely wasn't offering for him to join them. Damon couldn't help but imagine Elena cuddling up to him in fear.
"No," Elena exclaimed. She turned to Stefan to make her suggestion of what they should watch. "I bought 'The Grinch' when Damon and I went shopping a couple of days ago," excitement coloured her tone.
"Of course we can watch that, Elena, love," Stefan said, leading Elena into the living room and searching for the DVD in the pile that was on the floor.
"Do you have any popcorn?" Elena asked Stefan, gazing at him tenderly.
"I think so," Stefan replied and moved to the kitchen to make some. It never failed to surprise Elena that Stefan kept such a strange variety of foods in the kitchen.
"So, what's this film about?" Damon asked, pouring some blood into one of his crystal glasses. He relaxed back onto one of the couches and Elena pointedly sat on the one on the other side of the room.
"A horrid, heartless monster who has to learn the true meaning of Christmas," Elena explained, pressing play so the DVD would load. "A bit like you, really," she teased.
Damon raised his eyebrows, feigning annoyance but he didn't comment. "And does he learn his lesson in the end?" Damon asked, playing along with her game. He took a sip of blood and savoured it.
"Well you'll just have to watch the movie and find out," Elena smiled, accepting some popcorn off Stefan as he came back into the room. He sat down next to her and placed an arm around her as Elena pressed play again.
Damon looked rather lonely on his own, on the couch, with nothing but a glass of blood to keep him company. However, Stefan and Elena looked very cosy, snuggled up in each other's arms with the Christmas tree just behind them, it's lights causing Elena's hair to glow. Elena couldn't help but think of the first time she'd watched the film with Jeremy and her parents. Jeremy had been about five at the time and refused to go to bed on Christmas Eve because he thought The Grinch was going to come and steal all his presents. Stefan kept kissing her on the cheek and rousing her from her memories. Then Damon decided to start commenting on everything, such as 'why did the townspeople have such funny noses?' Elena decided Damon was a completely impossible person to watch a children's film with.
Towards the end of the film, just as The Grinch realises that he has acted very wrongly, Stefan gently shook Elena's arm. When she looked up at him, he was holding back a chuckle and pointing at his older brother. Damon had an awed look on his face and Elena noted that a couple of tears wound their way down his pale cheeks. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing; Damon was crying at a children's movie?
When the end credits came on, Elena switched the TV off and gave her popcorn bowl to Stefan. "Did you enjoy the film, Damon?" she asked as Stefan took their dirty dishes into the kitchen.
Damon shook his head, "it was really boring, Elena. You have appalling taste in films. Next time, let me choose what we watch."
"And this has nothing to do with the fact it made you cry?" Elena asked triumphantly.
Damon glared at her. "Absolutely none," he said, standing and striding in the direction of his room.
Elena had a feeling this was an event that she and Stefan would be laughing about for days. And if Damon was lucky, they wouldn't tell Bonnie, Caroline, Jenna, Alaric and Jeremy as well.