"Damon, no-" Elena tried to stop herself from getting even more involved with Damon, but there was no denial in the tension between them for weeks. And to make things worse, it wasn't just sexual tension, it was hurt and comfort and Elena's thoughts were all over the place until she mentally admitted she was (possibly) in love with Damon Salvatore. But assuredly those thoughts, all those depressing thoughts disappeared as she found his lips on her own. Her eyes had widened for a moment, in that moment she had tried processing just what was going on until she realized that this is what she wanted. Her eyes closed shut as she placed her around him, finding comfort in the moment.
The kiss hadn't lasted too long, but it was pure passion. They had kept their eyes shut and pressed their foreheads together before slowly opening them to look at each other. Damon looked down at her waiting for a response, an acceptance or another denial. He was a bit taken back when she lifted her head up to place a light kiss on his lips, resting her head on his chest and exhaling softly.
He only placed his hands around her in an embrace, kissing the top of her head as he did. Damon looked down at her, lightly wording out a, "Are you okay?" "No," Elena responded, letting out another sigh before continuing, "but I'm better."
She looked back up to meet his soft blue eyes, realizing just how crystal they were and how pretty they were and all these thoughts came rushing into her like a tsunami. When he opened his mouth to speak, she hadn't heard him. She only looked up at him with widened eyes that softened as she interrupted whatever-the-hell he was going on about.
"Damon, I love you." Damon looked at her with widened eyes, and Elena felt is heart stop as the words came out. It was like time paused, interrupted by movement as they found each other's lips once again entwined in a desperate kiss.
They continued to go at the small kisses before it turned into one long motion of passion. Damon began to walk past here, wishing her a good night but Elena halt him by the wrist. He looked back at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Damon, it's been a long night…can you…" Elena tried finishing but couldn't find the courage to actually speak, it wasn't like she was bringing him upstairs to have sex (though she wouldn't deny she would've) but to at least comfort each other. So much was going on and she wasn't even sure if she could sleep comfortabley in her own bed. She cocked her head to the side, signaling upstairs, and Damon nodded –keeping his inappropriate thoughts in his head.
It was 2am and Damon was in Elena's bed, comforting her and hugging her as she slept peacefully. He caressed his hand through her hand, grazing down her cheek. He looked at her with his half-lidded crystal eyes, noting how much more peaceful she looked in her sleep. He kissed her forehead and rested his head down on the pillow they shared, falling into a peaceful sleep in the warm embrace.
Stefan threw a chair at the wall, breaking the chair into nothing but pieces. He was angry. No, he was filled with complete rage and no one to blame but-right…himself. He picked up another chair, smashing it against the wall and screaming. He paced around the room anxeiously, sighing with his head in his hands. Hours ago had he watched Elena and Damon, and boy was it doing a number on him. As he walked around the room, pacing around quickly, he stopped to stare at a picture of Elena and him. He wore his football shirt as he had an arm over Elena, from around when they were together, and everything was 'right.' He collapsed next to a wall, sliding down it slowly as his emotions fell apart. Unwanted tears dripping out of his eyes, a physical sick pain in his stomach he couldn't stop, is this what love feels like?