You and Damon Salvatore had been married for a year now, together for six already. It was early evening, you had sent Damon to the grocery store for dinner supplies.

When he got back you were cleaning, and for some reason he liked it. a lot.

”God dammit...” He cursed under his breath as he set the bags down on the table, walking over to you silently as he watched you with those damn eyes from a distance. With a huff, he walked behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly as his face was buried onto the crook of your neck. “I missed you…” He whined. it had only been 30 minutes…