AN: Really new to fanfiction, so if you do review, please be nice. And without further adieu, here it is. Loosely based around this song.

Take me to a place for romance

You can choose the space, I'm for this

I can hardly breathe it's so deep

My hands begin to shake with frailty

You will not escape my embrace

For I'll be holding on with violence

So the time is now

Don't let me down

Oh, the time is now

Please don't let me down

Get Higher - Paper Tongues

My hands trailed the planes of his face, admiring him. "God, you're beautiful," I whispered. My eyes closed, taking in his scent. He reached up and took my hands in his. I was floating on air, on his scent, on his presence. But then my hands weren't on him any longer. I opened my eyes, confused. He just looked at me with his piercingly, ice blue eyes. I couldn't decipher the emotions passing on his face. Slowly, but effectively, he turned away from me. What did I do? I placed a hand on his back, urging him to face me, to acknowledge me, but to now avail. We stood like that, in silence, for what seemed like an eternity. Had I said something, done something that had reminded him of long forgotten, buried memories?

He slowly turned towards me, his face flushed with anger. "You should go," he said, his eyes dark. Defeated, I turned to start towards the door. What had I done to make him so angry? I reached for the doorknob when I decided that I, not Damon Salvatore, would get the last word in. "Ya know, it's funny," I scoffed, "I was just starting to feel something for you other than hatred. Good thing we got that out of our system, right?" With that I opened the door. I stopped to close the door, my back thudding against the cool wood. My eyes fell towards the floor and I cursed myself for the stinging that I felt behind them. How could he? How could I? Why had I let myself fall back into the ocean that his eyes held, or the hurt that would consume me? Why was I so stupid?

I barely had time to contain myself when I heard the erratic breathing from inside Damon's room. I picked myself up off the floor and turned the knob, opening the door. I scanned the room, trying to find the source of the noise. That was when I saw it. And shadowy figure slumped on the edge of the bed. Damon. His head in his hands. Had he been crying? The foreign thought came from out of nowhere, but nonetheless he looked horrid. "Damon," I whispered moving closer to the bed. He didn't answer me. I bent down in front of him and took his hands in mine. His face, the same face that had been so emotionless, so terrifying, was now contorted into the face of a grief stricken man. Immediately I took him into my arms, trying desperately to comfort him. Then the erratic breaths stopped, I had done it, I had finally gotten through to him. He pulled out of my embrace with ease, as if he felt nothing while in it. "Well, well," he scoffed, "so, you think that you can waltz into my home, destroy my undead heart, and then think that you could fix me? Is that it, Miss Elena?" He glared at me and I felt small, embarrassed, and downright devastated by his words. Because that had been exactly what I had done. "Damon, I..I'm so-" I started but was cut off by his raised hand. "Just don't, Elena, spare me the meaningless apologies, okay?" Now he was going too far, it's not like I had driven a stake right through his heart. But that was exactly what I had done. I had made him think that he was winning, that I was choosing him, but when he had caught onto my games, figured me out, I had ripped his heart out with meaningless words; words that I didn't even mean to say in the first place.

I felt helpless and useless under his eyes. "Damon, please, just listen to me. Just please, Damon, please don't be like this," I cried, hurt and anguish swelling in the pit of my stomach; I need so desperately for him to forgive me. Stepping forward, our bodies inches apart, I crashed mine into his, holding on for dear life. If he wasn't going to forgive me, then I was going to hold him until he could. "Elena, please," his voice was barely a whisper, but I could hear all the pain that it held. I had hurt him, a lot more than I had intended. "No, Damon, please...stay with me, please," I pleaded, but I couldn't stop the tears that had been building up. Clutching at him, crying harder than ever before, I felt his body loosed and his arms encircle my waist. I was lost in his embrace; I never wished to be parted from him for as long as I lived.I wanted him. I needed him; now more than he would ever know. I lifted my eyes to look at him, his eyes peaceful, yet reluctant to believe me. I brought my lips to his, kissing him gently, trying to convey my need for him. He kissed me, matching my need and intensity. A few moment later, our clothes were discarded in a pile on the floor. Looking up at him I wondered why I had ever fought this. He kissed me gently, molding his lips to mine. My hands trailed over the hardened muscles of his back, over his hard shoulders, and finally to his exquisite face. Bringing his lips to mine, I kissed him hungrily. I pulled away to catch my breath and to look at him, "God, you're beautiful." I instantly regretted repeated those fateful words, but to my surprise he smiled and whispered, seductively, "you're not so bad yourself, my love." And there is was. The smirk. God, how I missed that smirk. I kissed him hungrily and he matched my intensity. We both collapsed in a sweaty mess onto his sheets, exhausted. Feeling tired, I pulled myself over to Damon, laying my head on his chest, taking one last breath of his scent, and, with his arms wrapped around me, fell into a peaceful sleep.

The sun was peaking through the curtains, barely grazing my eyelids. I didn't have to open my eyes to know, all ready, that Damon would've left me in the night. I rolled over, my body smacking into something hard. My eyes flew open to the oddest sight. Damon. He hadn't left as I had originally thought. Lifting my head off the bed and nestling it into the crook of his neck, I left a small kiss on the underside of his jaw before sliding out of bed. I nearly made it to the door before his arms were around me, stopping me from moving. "Damon, come on now," I laughed, trying to wiggle out of his arms. Putting on my serious face, I turned to him, "I really need to go. Jenna's going to get a little worried if she finds out that I didn't come home last night." He looked at me and smirked, "Oh, come on, Jenna is going to be busy with Ric. You can stay a little longer." His voice was enveloping me and his smell was tantalizing. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I stay? I turned to him and crashed my lips into his. On the verge of making a repeat of last night's events, we heard the front door open. "Hello, anyone home? Damon? Elena?" Stefan. Oh crap, I was going to get caught half naked with his brother. His brother, for God's sake. I jerked out of Damon's arms and ran towards the pile of clothes and pulled on my shirt and jeans. I didn't even look at him before I walked out leaving Damon and our previous night behind.

"There you are," Stefan said, pulling me into his arms and planting a careful kiss on my cheek. The footsteps on the stairs told us that Damon was watching us. I looked at him, seeing the hurt in his eyes for a fraction of a second, then it was gone. He walked to the liquor cabinet and pulled a half empty bottle of bourbon out and went to the couch, staring into the fireplace. "Skipping the glass and going straight at it, I see." Stefan chided whilst looking for his breakfast. "Yep, no better way to drown my nonexistent feeling, right?" I have hurt him badly, I thought. He looked at me, the same hurt in his eyes again. "I'm sorry," I mouthed. He turned away from me and downed the bourbon before walking back upstairs. What have I done? "Well, I should go. Get cleaned up, let Jenna know that I'm okay. I'll see you later, Stefan." I grabbed my bag and pecked Stefan on the cheek, "love you." I ran out the door, not giving him time to answer. I got into my car, determined to make it all the way home before breaking down. My plan had been working until I made it to the end of Damon's driveway. I pulled off the side of the ride and let myself go. Tears flowing from my eyes, my chest heaving, gasping for the air that seemed to escape me, I couldn't stand the sight of myself. I had slept with Damon, but I couldn't be decent enough to break it off with Stefan first? Why was I so stupid? The sobs kept coming in crushing waves. I loved him, why was it so hard to admit it? Lost in my head, I jumped at the pecking noise at my window.

I turned to see the most beautiful face, he had heard my defeat and had come to check on me. "Damon, what are you doing here?" Gasping from the crushing sobs. He smiled. "I could hear you crying," he said tapping his ear, "vampire, remember?" He laughed, which made me laugh. "How could I forget?" He looked at me and motioned for me to move into the passenger's seat. Happy to oblige, I slid over until he could get in. "Listen Elena, I know that you still love Stefan, but I also know that you love me, as well." He never looked at me the entire time he spoke. "So, anything you say otherwise, would be a lie, and you know that." I slid over until my body touched his, I pulled his arm around me and breathed, "I know." He looked down at me, his face riddled with confusion and a little bit of victory. "What?" He looked at me, not know if what he had heard was correct. "I said 'You're right' and I mean it. I love you - I'm in love with you. I don't know why it took me so long to realize it." I looked at him, searching his eyes, but found nothing. Here I was, pouring my heart out to him and he couldn't show a measly hint of emotion.Without thinking, my lips were on his, kissing him urgently. Clutching at his disheveled hair, wanting every part of him to be on me. He pulled away and it felt as if I had been ripped in half. "Elena, I can't do this. Not with you still with Stefan, I mean as much as I hate the guy, he is still my brother." I knew what I had to do, but to hear someone else say it, crushed me. "I know," I muttered, tears escaping down my face. He wiped them away, placing a kiss on my forehead, before starting the car.

I barely had time to build my confidence before we were standing at the front door. I walked in, scanning the room for any sign of Stefan. "Hey, that was quick. Is everything okay?" He looked worried and I knew that if I didn't do this now, I never would. "No, Stefan, we need to talk." I don't remember how long we talked but I had ended it. I felt a horrible clenching around my heart, tightening into an unmoving knot. He never spoke, he just nodded and walked upstairs, not questioning my decision or even trying to defend our relationship. The clench tightened when I heard his door lashed together. I had done it. It was over. I stood and walked out of the boarding house, into Damon's waiting arms. Unable to control the gut wrenching sobs that were escaping be, he held be tighter with each round of sobs. I had made my decision, shouldn't I be happier? Rubbing his hand down my hair to rest on my back, he shushed my cries. "I know that was hard, and I'm always here for you. You know that, don't you?" I held on tighter, wanting him to never let go, to never leave me alone. "Yeah, I know. Can we just get out of here?" I searched his eyes, not knowing what I would find, but praying it was good. He smiled. "Anything for you, my love. Where would you like to go?" He pulled away from me and held my hand in his, waiting for my answer. Memories flooded into my mind of our long past trip to Georgia, I smiled. "How about Atlanta? It's been forever." He squeezed my hand and brushed his lips against mine. "Of course. Anything you want." I kissed him full on the mouth, wanting to stay like this forever.

We never saw Stefan's hateful eyes watching us from the upstairs window until it was too late.

AN: Not really sure if I should continue. I would like to see where the story goes, but still not so sure about my writing ability. Review please! Be kind and you get a reward :)