~The New Deal:What's so wrong about giving in?~
This happens after Season 3, Episode 10: The New Deal
I woke up with this story in my head. I know is probably not going to go there in the TV series which will mean that this will end up being AU, but for now...
The truth is that I was puzzled by the kiss. It wasn't epic like the kiss Stelena shared in season 1. It wasn't explosive like I always expect Delena to be. It was so simple and matter of fact that it puzzled me and I guess it made my mind come up with a story to with it.
Hope you guys enjoy it! I already have all 3 chapters written so I will upload them immediately. As usual reviews help me to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own TVD only the twisted plot. Wouldn't mind having Damon to play with for a couple of hours or days though.
Elena POV
Elena closed the front door and leaned against it with her eyes closed and took a deep deep breath to steady herself. She slowly brushed her finger tips on her lips feeling the tingling sensation that still lingered on them.
"Did Damon Salvatore just kiss me?" - she asked herself incredulously trying to reign in her thoughts, feelings and, above all her, hormones. Elena was trying her best to convince herself that the kiss was an hallucination; that her response to it was... well, a side effect of the stresses of the day. After all she did find out that Stefan was a confirmed insensitive brooding prick – Elena huffed at the memory. They had almost lost Alaric thanks to Tyler's hybrid fanatics. As if that wasn't enough, she had also chosen to send her only surviving relative, her brother, away from this nightmare. Elena knew it was the right thing to do but it only deepened the feelings of loneliness that were twisting into her heart... And now this..., this gentle kiss...
Of course Elena knew how Damon felt. Even if he hadn't been obvious about it, she could read through his sarcasm and masks like he was an open book. The thing was that Elena had chosen a long time ago not to deal with Damon's feelings and carry on as if they were best of friends, which they were, but that wasn't what was bothering her. She also knew she was physically attracted to him, after all who wouldn't be? He had dreamy eyes, a body to swoon over and a bedroom reputation to die for. Above all, Damon was a loyal friend to her and that was sexier than all his others attributes combined. Elena had managed to keep him in check part because of her blind obstinate need to save Stefan and in part thanks to Damon's ability to be a in your face flirt. Whenever he had tried to cross the line she had always diffused the situation with a slap, a huff or angry words, and that was that. Disaster averted, situation under control.
This kiss however was different – Elena almost purred thinking about it. It was gentle, loving, it was sweet and respectful. The kiss left no room for screaming at Damon, no excuse for slapping and worse... nowhere to run from the fact that it had happened. Elena knew how he felt... but she wasn't how she felt either for him or about anything at this moment. She had been on fight mode for so long that the only feelings she had allowed herself where about defending, protecting, rescuing and surviving. She had been so hell-bent on saving Stefan that she never considered the fact that he didn't want to be saved. She had been so sure that it was best for Jenna and Caroline not to know anything and look how it turned out! All the successful and failed plans, all the wrong and right decisions played on her mind and she felt too young to carry the burdens she had witnessed in her life. Elena felt alone but she knew she was never alone with him around. Damon had always been there by her, for her, helping her survive one nightmare scenario after the other. She had thanked him tonight for it but she wasn't sure he understood how thankful she was. How without him she wouldn't have survived.
Just like that a thought entered Elena's mind. Once it was there it bounced around, settled itself and began to blossom. "What if..." – Elena worried her lower lip with her teeth – "What if there is another way to thank him?' – she sighed –"What's so wrong about giving him what he wants?"- she mused – "I do love him and I am attracted to him. I am not yet in love with him, but maybe...Maybe it will be enough?" – Elena shook her head at the ridiculousness of the though and finally found the will to go upstairs and have a shower.
As she came out of the shower and went over to her dresser, Elena looked at her reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back had a glint in her eyes as if she was daring her to face her fears. Her hands ran through the choice of underwear, her fingers lingering on a pair of dark blue lacy panties. She picked a matching bra and placed them slowly on the bed. Taking a deep breath she went over to her wardrobe, selected a snug and soft wool dress and a pair of opaque tights to go with it. Ten minutes later Elena, perfume and make up on, hair arranged and high heeled, closed the front door behind her.
As she drove to the boarding house, a bottle of bourbon on the passenger seat, Elena was doing her best not to over think things. When she parked her car in front of the boarding house, she almost switched the engine on again to leave. However she caught a glimpse of her brown eyes in the mirror and could see that the dare was still there, so she braced herself and marched towards the front door, bottle in hand, heart sinking with every step.
Patience my lovelies, next chapter will be here soon. :)
