As Elena descended the stairs, she could feel every eye in the room not only on her, but on her escort. The moment they had called Stefan's name, she knew that something was wrong, but when she saw Damon standing there instead… She felt excited; her anticipation of the dance that awaited them was growing. He enfolded her hand in his, keeping his ice blue eyes on her the entire time. She was so preoccupied by the feeling of his fingers against hers that she almost forgot that Stefan was missing. The sunlight shined down on the dance floor, illuminating Damon's perfect face. His eyes seemed to light up when they began to dance. Elena remembered during lessons that you were supposed to 'flirt with your eyes' because there was no touching in the first part of the dance. She was pretty sure that if the council saw the heat that was radiating through Damon's (and her) eyes, they would not be thrilled. When the pace of the song quickened, so did the beating of Elena's heart. Damon had one hand in hers, and the other lightly supporting her upper back. The heat from his hand was amazing, with Stefan she always felt cold, like she could be warmer. But with Damon, it was completely different. She could feel the fire deep in her stomach burning through the rest of her body, and she could feel herself smiling back at Damon. His mouth portrayed the slightest of smiles, but it was all in his eyes. For a while it seemed as though everything else around them had faded away, it was only the two of them, dancing together as one. The music ended and as they parted she felt herself wanting to be back exactly where she was a few moments ago… in Damon's arms.
A little while later, Elena saw Damon watching her from the shadows. She made her way over to him slowly, watching him watch her with an intensity that she vaguely recalled seeing before. Her voice was sarcastic as she opened her mouth to speak. "Did you need something Damon?" He stepped a little closer to her, making her take a step back- right into the wall behind her. "No, but I guess I should tell you that Stefan's gone AWOL" his voice was serious, but she could tell that he didn't really care where his brother was. "Well, he's the one who lied, and left without saying a word," her eyes slowly made their way up from his mouth to his smoldering eyes. She knew that he wasn't compelling her, but she could feel herself wanting to be closer to him, to have him hold her again. "Yes, I suppose he was…" his voice trailed off as his eyes scanned her face, finally resting on her lips. Her sharp intake of breath told the both of them that she had been holding it in as the space between them grew less and less. She could feel him raise his arm up, trailing his fingers across her collarbone, brushing her hair back from her face. He said nothing as he leaned in, and Elena found herself meeting him halfway. She expected this to be a quick peck, a thank you of sorts for being her escort, but things never really go according to plan.
The minute their lips touched it was like fireworks had exploded between them. She found herself reaching her fingers into his thick head of hair, and her lips pushing back against his with the same force. She assumed that her lips would be bruised tomorrow. She had never felt this kind of passion with Stefan, human blood or no human blood, Stefan was nothing in comparison to Damon. While Stefan was gentle and safe, Damon was fiery and dangerous. His arms snaked around her waist, welding her to every line of his body as her pressed her up against the wall. And as their lips fought against each other, time seemed to have stopped entirely. Elena had no more perception of what was going on around her. All she could feel was the passion that Damon was bringing out of her… and how she never wanted it to stop.
So this is my first fanfic! Hope you liked it… Please review! :)