Goodbye Sorrow
Elena pushes toward his face "I might be a masochist, but I know that you're right for me"
Damon steps back as if her touch might burn him and shakes his head repeatedly while trying not to look in her face, "I'm not right for you"
Elena grabs his face with both of her hands as she glances into her shaky crystal blue eyes and with a stern voice replies, "Then be my bad habit", and smashes her lips to his. The kiss was meant to be sweet and small but the way Damon grabbed her body and pulled her against him had a deep burning sensation traveling down to her stomach. The kiss escalated far more than any other kiss that they ever had. It held passion, longing, anger, and he dared think love. With that thought in mind, Damon released Elena and pushed her back slightly. He couldn't possibly be in love. He doesn't know how to love.
"What do you want from me? Because I can't do this, I don't know how to care for someone so deeply!"
Elena looks at him already expecting this temper tantrum that reminds her of a little kid who wears a brave face even though he keeps the night on all night before bed. "Try." That's it, that's her best explanation; to just try. Damon tries his best to hide his confused expression but it is pointless so he asks her the question that has been burning the back of his mind ever since she stormed unannounced into his office door, "Why? Better yet Why Now?"
She approaches him again and looks at him like isn't it obviously, "Because Damon. I. Love. You."
Damon shakes his head, "No you don't. It's Stefan remember, IT'S ALWAYS GOING TO BE STEFAN!" he screams loudly even though he doesn't mean to but she has haywire his emotions and he feels his wall crumbling down even faster then it took to put it up. He turns and slaps a glass cup off the table and watches it smash to pieces on the cold wooden floor. He glances at her over his shoulder. Not even a flinch, she didn't even got damn flinch.
Elena stands there waiting patiently for him to let it all out. She crosses over the smash cup on the floor and steps around to face him again. His eyes stare at her glaring at her, heavily daring her to just run away before she see the real him. Undo everything that hid his humanity over the years. "You didn't hear me Damon. I said that I love YOU. It was you. It was always supposed to be you. I didn't come running all the way here in the rain for Stefan. I came for you. Now if the reason you don't want to throw me across the table and fuck me is because you don't love me then tell me now, other wise spare me the mushy crap about not being to good for me, if I wanted to hear all this brooding nonsense I would have stayed with Stefan." She walks closer to his face as her lips brushes his and smirks "and you're no Stefan are you"
Having had enough of her taunting this situation in his face he pushes her roughly against the desk and swipes everything on the floor, he is lucky that she decide to run in her pajamas shorts and he manages to rip her shorts and panties off at the same time and forces both fingers inside her sex. Not even bothering to see if she is wet yet pumps furiously harder into and leans down into her ear, "You right I am no Stefan".