Damon was all kinds of annoying.
He liked to flirt with girls when she was right there, he was always making fun of her, and sometimes she thought that Damon was unbelievably selfish.
"You know you're essentially describing yourself?" Damon quipped, making Caroline frown.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" she retorted with a huff. Maybe some time apart would do them some good. They'd been together for far too long.
"Yeah, but you love it," he answered cheekily. Caroline rolled her eyes and decided that yes, too long, and they needed some distance too.
In Spain, a few days later, she found Damon in her room, lounging on her bed. Feeling her heart skip a beat, she wondered if she had made the wrong choice.
"You left me," Damon stated.
"After eighty years, you were starting to get on my nerves," Caroline admitted unabashedly. Taking his silence as agreement, she went to hover over him, letting her lips meet his in a delicate kiss. "It makes me feel stupid for missing you so much after a few measly days."
"I was supposed to leave you first," Damon admitted, bringing her closer. His hand slipped under her shirt, caressing her lower back. His other hand pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His mouth said one thing, but his body another. Caroline hurt his feelings. She realized that as he held her close as if to keep her there beside him. Caroline may have acted impulsively—selfishly, and never before had she felt so immature.
"I love you," she murmured into his neck. "I swear I was coming back. I think, that after eighty years together, I've begun to take you for granted. This was my wake-up call."
Damon continued to remain silent and it made Caroline feel fear. What if he didn't want her anymore? The distance between them might have served to make her realize how much Caroline truly loved him, but it might have had the opposite effect on Damon. This could have been the freedom that he never realized he missed. Maybe being single was Damon's true calling. A player for all eternity—
"Stop. You're over-thinking things again." Damon switched their positions and while it had been a loving notion on her part, when Damon did it, it felt like he was encompassing her. There was no room for anything else, but Damon. "I love you and sometimes I feel like its not enough, but even after eighty years, I still suck and trying to show you just how much. Fuck—it shouldn't be this hard." Frustrated, he rose and paced the room, running a hand through his hair.
He missed the timid smile that flashed across Caroline's face. He hadn't stopped loving her. Relieved, she crossed his path to hug him close.
"Its okay. As long as you keep trying for eighty more years." Wrapping their arms around each other, they shared another kiss. Caroline pulled away with a large grin. "And eighty more years after that, and then eighty more years after that, and—"
"Shut up," Damon murmured against her lips, smirk threatening to break out.
They loved each other. That was all that mattered.
That was my attempt at a fluffy one-shot. I have failed.