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He set four mattresses and blankets on his floor, trying to make it seem like he was serious about DG and one of his friends tagging along. He also hid any evidence of him stalking you, making sure you couldn't possibly find out about it. He could barely contain his excitement, the thought that you'll be there, in his apartment, spending time with him, SLEEPING with him; oh, just thinking about it was too much. In a good way. A great way.
You arrived at his apartment at 19:50. You had to run a bit, just to make sure you weren't going to be late.
He had been waiting for you outside his apartment for the past thirty minutes, but he wasn't going to admit that. A smile lit up his face as he saw you coming, but he quickly pretended to frown when you approached, trying to look annoyed and frustrated.
"Hey, I'm so sorry but DG and his friend canceled last minute. I really, really hoped they'd come, this would've been so fun... Well, no used getting stressed over it, I suppose... How 'bout you come in and we have the sleepover like this?"
He says, opening the door.
"Sure, why not"
You smile and follow him inside.
~
He was wearing a typical tank top and gray, striped pajama pants that reached down to his ankles. And, of course, as expected of him, he was wearing the most atrociously stupid slippers that were ever made, genuinely making you wonder how the hell this man always manages to get such ridiculously dumb footwear. Oh well, guess he just has a unique taste in shoes. No use in arguing with him.
"So uhh, do you like tea?" he asks, trying to break the ice.
"Oh, yeah!" [A.N.: If you don't,,,,, yes you do]
"Great!" he says with a smile.
Well, he knew you liked tea. He even knew what your favorite flavor was. He knew a lot about you. But you had no clue about that. And it was better this way
He pours you a cup of fresh, steamy tea and hands it over to you.
"It's a bit hot, be careful"
"Don't worry, I'll be fine"
You chuckle. You thought he was really cute like this, getting worried for you over small things.
You take a sip of tea and notice it's your favorite flavor.
"Do you like it?" he asks, fidgeting with his hair.
"Yes, it's really good!"
Your words make his smile widen.
"I'm glad! Anyway, what would you like to do now?"
"I don't know, watch something? Maybe play a board game? Or just talk."
You say, sitting down on one of the mattresses.
"Sure. Anything you'd like"
~~~ (time skip cuz I have better things to write-) ~~~
It was around 23:30 and you already fell asleep (after Damon insisted that you shouldn't damage your sleep schedule for him). Damon, on the other side, was still wide awake.
He was laying on a mattress next to you, simply... Looking at you. The moonlight was strong enough for him to see you clearly, but not enough to keep you awake. His eyes were tracing the contour of your body, admiring every inch of you. He could do it every night, yes, but that didn't matter to him. This was a special moment, despite what it seemed.
He suddenly felt a wave of guilt and frustration wash over him. You, his dear rosebud, his beloved, the only one who has yet to reject him, come to his apartment for the first time, and have to sleep on the floor? And for what, for the sake of his shitty excuse to invite you over?
After emotionally fighting with himself for a few minutes, his better judgement lost miserably and he decided to carry you to his bed. Of course, if you woke up, he was pretty much fucked, but if you didn't, he could finally find peace that night. Also, considering that he tripped or knocked something over quite often when he was in your apartment at night, he could safely assume you weren't a light sleeper [A.N.: After re-reading the fic for the third time, I am still not sure if I wrote something contradictory earlier on. If I did, I sincerely apologize].
He breathes in deeply and sits up, then slowly and gently slides his arms under your body, trying to hold you as steadily as possible without waking you up. He then stands up and walks towards his bedroom, but not without taking a second to admire how beautiful you looked in his arms, dim moonlight shining onto your face. For a second, he leaned in closer to your face, thinking about kissing you, but as he got close enough for the two of you to feel eachother's breath against your skins, he backed out and realized it was a bad, horrible ideea. Doesn't mean he didn't still want to kiss you. But maybe another time.
That aside, after carefully walking as if he had a set of porcelain on his head, he reached his bedroom and gently set you down on his bed, then, with a huff, he also sat down on the floor, going back to admiring your beauty and taking in the image of your sleeping self. Of course, he could do this every night, but something about the fact that, this time, you were in his apartment, in his room, in his BED, gave him an odd sense of pride.
Suddenly, you shift in your sleep. Which was expected, considering that your comfortable sleeping position has been disturbed, but it made Damon's heart thump in his throat in fear nonetheless. In your newfound position, your hand was now hanging limply off the bed, along with half of your forearm. At first, Damon didn't think much of it, but then he reached out his hand and decided to gently trace patterns along the back of your palm and its contour with his index and middle finger. He slowly moved to caressing the inner side of your palm, running his fingers along yours.
His gingerly, feather-light touches were kind and full of affection, even if said affection wasn't really being received, considering you were in deep slumber, dreaming about stuff so abstract and illogical that even Dhali kneeled at their incorporeal presence. However, you randomly grabbed his fingers in your sleep. Not as hard as a conscious person would, just lightly, gently, almost lovingly, as your sleeping state allowed. While it was cute, Damon still freaked the hell out to the point where he almost jumped to his feet. Can't blame the poor guy, it's almost 12AM and the love of his life touched his hand. That aside, after calming down from the wave of anxiety and making sure you were still asleep, your gesture warmed his heart and he found it really cute. He started lightly rubbing circles onto the back of your palm with his thumb, glancing at your face with such a lovestruck face you'd think that you were a couple.
He stayed like that for a bit, just enjoying the moment, but he slowly grew weary. He considered getting up to get a mattress, but he didn't want to let go of your hand. Therefore, he fell asleep on the floor, by the bed. Like the little puppy man he is. Needles to say, you freaked out when you woke up, your panic (voiced by a short yet loud yelp) waking your one and only candy cane-haired stalker from his slumber. He quickly made up an excuse to explain why you were in his bed, and why he was on the floor [A.N.: Sorry fam, he didn't tell me what the excuse was 💔] which calmed you down, for the most part. You were still a bit anxious, considering this was your first time sleeping- no, BEING in someone else's apartment in quite a long time, but knowing you were with him rather than anyone else soothed you down.
After you calmed down fully, he started making breakfast. You were surprised to see he made your favorite breakfast, but didn't think much of it, assuming you must've told him about it long ago and forgot about it. You both ate together in the living room, the light coming trough the window illuminating the table and your face, which made his heart flutter. You were simply perfect.
You couldn't help but notice that his entire living room (and apartment, actually) was full of all sorts of potted plants. Roses, especially. You knew he liked botany and assumed he had a few flowers, but didn't expect this many.
~
After you ate and chat for a bit, you bid farewell.
He watches you leave with a loving gaze, but a few minutes after you left, his mood shifted drastically and he felt frustration and anger flood his mind.
"FUCK!!"
...He forgot to take pictures of you while you were sleeping in his bed. Oh well, guess he'll do it next time. IF there'll be a next time.
...
There'll probably be.