Elena sat down on the couch, pulling her legs closer to her. So many thoughts were running through her head, and she couldn't help but focus on the one single emotion that had the power to tear everything and everyone apart: guilt.
Guilt for breaking Stefan's heart.
Guilt for being the cause of Jeremy turning into a hunter.
Plain old guilt.
Yet as the familiar brown hair blue eyed man rounded the corner, all her worries and guilt evaporated and it was just the two of them. Damon and Elena.
Carrying two crystal cups in hand, he handed her one. She sipped it gently, the alcohol barely burning anymore. After a comfortable silence, Elena said to him, "You know, after seeing everyone dancing up there today, I started to remember—."
"The time we danced together?" Damon finished for her.
She smiled a little. "I wanted us to dance together again today."
Without a single moment's hesitation, Damon leaped up, setting his glass down, and took Elena's hand. As she set her own glass down on the table, he led her to the floor. "We still can, you know." He said, pulling her closer. She felt a feeling rise up to her chest. Happiness. Bowing down, Damon asked, a smile playing at his lips, "Will you have this dance, M'lady?"
Her smile widening, she curtsied. "It would be my honor."
He placed his hand on the small of her back, and held out his hand for Elena to grasp. As she did, he swept her away with a twirl, and began to hum. Elena laughed and Damon smiled. "Can't dance without music now, can we?" He said, almost as if sensing her thoughts.
She stepped closer to him with each step they took around the room. Dancing with Damon caused memories to flood back to her, some of them she only came to after turning.
Yet as she recalled every peaceful memory she and Damon shared, Elena's free hand began to make its way up to his face. She placed her hand on his cheek. Peace swelled up inside her, along with another emotion.
They were practically touching chest to chest, they were so close. "Elena…." Damon began.
Elena shook her head. "No, just…" she trailed off, not knowing how to finish. At the precise moment Elena began to lean forward towards Damon, he lowered his head to meet her halfway.
Their lips met and she swelled with emotion. Happiness. Content. Excitement. Love.
As they broke their embrace, they both beamed at each other. Elena said to him, "That should have been our first kiss."
Damon gave her a crooked smile and pulled her closer to him. Just before kissing her, he said quietly, "And this is how our second one should have been."