Elena stares at the blood as it wells up in the palm of his hand. It's intoxicating - all she can smell. It's different from human blood - it's darker, more intense. More alluring. I swallow and my eyes dart upwards to meet Damon's. He give a slightly crooked smile and wriggles his eyebrows, as if to say 'go for it' - and she doesn't fight the urge.

Her mouth latches onto his hand, her teeth sinking into his skin. She drinks. The sweet, heady taste of blood fills her mouth and she bites deeper, leaning into the hardness of his body as his hand comes up to rest at my hair. The comforting feel of his hand against my hair, stroking slowly, just makes me bite deeper, feeling oddly weak from his blood.

He stumbles backwards a step suddenly, letting out a soft shuddering gasp as he lands awkwardly against the wall. He holds me close, his body familiar - everything that I've been craving lately. His body. His touch. His lips.

And now his blood is inside me, working through my body.

I cling to him, even as he slides down the wall, knees bent at either side of my body as he holds me close. The warmth seeping from his body is almost more than I can take. I pull away from his hand with a small gasp. But I don't move to get away from him, I stay there.

"Are you alright?" I ask softly, twisting my head to glance at him.

He swallows visibly and nods his head, flashing a ghost of his usual cocky smile. "Perfect. Feel any better?"

I nod. I feel strong. Not super strong. Just extra strong. More than usual, more than since I've been a Vampire. I take a deep breath, unsure of how my next action might be interpreted. I lean forward and rest my head against his chest and close my eyes.

"Elena," he mutters. "What are you doing?"

"I just... I just want to rest. For one second." I whisper.

"No, this isn't okay. It's not fair."

I know what he means. And I feel selfish for wanting him to touch me, to hold me. But I can't say out loud that I agree with him.

"Please Damon, just hold. Just... for now. Please."

He pauses and for a second, I think he's going to reject me and push me away - but instead, his arms come around me, hesitantly. I keep my eyes shut, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. I let out a soft sigh, pushing myself as close to him as I can. It feels good. I can't - won't lie about that. It feels good.

It feels right.