N: Ok, so I was reading some fan fiction and this idea just came to me. This is going to be a collection of one-shots in which Damon and Elena have a moment and Stefan comes and ruins it…lol. I'm evil, I know. If you guys enjoy it I'll keep them coming.

Coffee, please!

I looked at the clock on the bedside table; it was 6:38 am. I turned around; Stefan was still deeply asleep as I was fully awake. It's been 45 minutes since I woke up and I couldn't stay in bed any longer…

I slowly pushed the covers off me and got up. I was moving in slow-motion, careful not to wake Stefan. I put my hand on the door-handle and I realized I was wearing only underwear. I stretched my hand and grabbed Stefan's shirt. I put it on as I got out of the room and closed the door behind me. I made my way downstairs, in search of coffee.

I entered the kitchen and stopped in the middle of it, realizing that I have no idea where the coffee was. Normally Stefan was making it for me or we would buy it in our way to school.

I opened the first drawer on my left. "Yay, I found the spoons" I mumbled to myself. Now if I only had the coffee and the sugar so I can mix them together with the spoon…

I was at my 4th drawer when he interrupted me.

"If you're looking for Stefan, he's still asleep in his room" he said and I smiled. I couldn't help it, he might be an ass most of the time, but he always made me smile.

"I know that. Your brother is definitely not a morning person."

"Tell me about it…I have no idea how he does that. Sleep that much, I mean…it's not like he needs it, so, I don't get it."

"So you guys don't really need to sleep?"

"Well, yeah we do, but two three hours are more than enough."

"Maybe he needs more sleep because of his diet." I said, trying to defeat my boyfriend.

"Neah, it's just the way he is. It used to bother me a lot when we were kids. I had to stay calm and quiet for hours, waiting for him to wake up."

I looked at him and I could almost, almost see the nostalgia in them, it only lasted 0, 001 seconds, so I'm not sure it was even there…

He took a few steps towards me, stopping just a few inches in front of me. I thought he was going to touch me and I couldn't stop my heart from beating faster…but he didn't touch me…

"Now that we established that Stefan is the sleeping beauty of our story, what were you looking for when I got in?" he asked.

'Were you looking?' I'm still looking…oh, wait, yeah, I stopped to stare at Damon.

"Oh, I wanted coffee, but I don't know where it is…"

"Well, the kettle is in the 6th cabinet from your left and the coffee is on the top cabinet above the stove."

I opened the 6th cabinet; the kettle was there, just like he said it will be. I bended down to pick it up.

"Have I told you before that my new favorite color is red?" he said with amusement in his voice and I was sure that, if I turned to face him, he'll have that famous smirk of his on his face. I jumped up as I realized I wore red underwear. I forgot I only had Stefan's shirt on and it was obviously not long enough to allow me to bend down.

I put some water in the small recipient and placed it on the stove. I opened the cabinet above to get the coffee, but it was way too high for me to reach it. I got up on my tiptoes but I still had a long way to go.

I turned and looked at Damon with puppy eyes, "Can you please pass me the coffee?"

He stood up and came beside me. He looked up at the coffee jar and raised an eyebrow.

"What makes you think I can reach it? I don't make coffee, Stefan does. Now don't ask me how he gets it so high" He said.

He got behind me and placed his hands on each side of me waist. I turned and jumped backwards.

"What are you doing?" I felt his hands through the thick material of the shirt. His touch made my heart beat faster than a drum.

"My, God, Elena, calm down or you're going to have a heart attack. I'm not going to rape you… I want to lift you, so you can get your coffee, if you still want it…"

"I do…" I whispered.

I knew he will never hurt me. He saved me way too many times to think that. I trusted him with my life. My heart beating and my voice disappearing had nothing to do with fear. I looked up at the coffee jar again; I wanted, no, I needed my morning coffee.

"Fine…" I said and turned my back at him, raising my hands, ready to pick up the jar as quickly as I could.

"I'm not touching you until you stop trembling."

Was I trembling? A look at my hands confirmed it. I was definitely trembling. I licked my lips nervously and took a deep breath. 'It's just Damon, right?' my heart started beating even faster…how stupid of me thinking I could fool my heart… I don't remember being so nervous even the first time I had sex. A few deep breaths later, I felt my heart calming down.

"I'm going to touch you now, Elena" I nodded. I felt his hands on my waist. He kept them in place, letting me get used to it I guess. "Don't be scared, I'm not going to drop you" I smiled. And I felt his lips doing the same in my hair. He lowered his head until his mouth touched my ear. "Ready?" he asked. I never thought the word 'ready' could sound so sensual. "Yes" I answered and I felt my feet leave the ground.

I grabbed the jar with both hands and pulled it to my chest.

"I got it" I said and he put me down slowly. I turned around to thank him and I got hit by the intensity of his blue eyes. We were so close; the only thing separating us was the jar in my hands. His hands were still on each side of my waist; his eyes were pulling my inside…my 'thank you' got lost somewhere in my mind.

"Elena…" I heard Stefan call from the doorway.

Damon let me go and I jumped back. The jar slipped from my sweaty hands, the coffee spread all over the place at the contact with the floor.

Stefan was watching me confused, obviously waiting for an explanation.

"It's not want it looks like…" was all I could say.

N: Ok, so this is the first one, if you liked it and you want me to write and post others, all you have to do is review and let me know!