Only three things in the world can make Damon Salvatore feel this way: their bodies tangled into one, their pillow talk, and him staring down immortality on the precipice of her treacherous mountainside. Some days, his two girls hated each other. She hated that he could and would lose days and nights riding through her snowy white thighs; she hated that he could and would wrap himself in her warmth, her words, and her heart. Some days the hate was overwhelming, but not today. Today, his two girls are on the same side: his. He has devoted years of meticulous preparation to impress his two girls today.
Stefan, brother and rival, holds a mini electric fan and aims it at Damon's white leather glove palms. The message in black sharpie dries in a minute, in perfect penmanship that seems unbefitting to such a daredevil. Then again, maybe not so much so to a daredevil perfectionist.
As Damon readies himself on her ledge, Stefan turns away to choke back the sobs that are drowning his already heavy chest. Stefan knows that he is only riding for a silver lining. The mountain girl they both love has always loved Damon best.
Typical Damon fashion has him drawing out the foreplay. He closes his eyes, visualizing his run in a flash of mind's eye. In real time, his performance will last a little longer at a minute, the only real time "one-minute man" would be a compliment to anyone. He keeps his eyes closed and slinks around like a panther to work out any lingering kinks and knots. He needs to be as fresh as possible because this mountain girl is going to wear him the fuck out.
He finally opens his eyes to radiate endless blue sky. She counters with icy cold shoulders that promise serious injury or death with a single mistake.
She shows her love and support in such a morbid way. Being on his side means forcing him not only to his absolute limits, but the absolute limits of humanity as well.
Time to rock and roll the collective pants off his girls and with flair.
He slips into her top rail section. Bump and Grind. Bang and Clang. Her other lovers had technical problems abound, but not this one.
Onto her kickers, and his moves have the Indians begging him to rewrite the Kama Sutra: Backside 1620 Japan, Layback Tail Press Backside 180 Out, and Cab Double Cork 1260 Holy Crail Grab. The camerapeople struggle to keep him in their viewfinders.
He collapses to the snow under the weight of her embrace. Years and years and years have culminated in this very moment. He shows her his glove palms. Elena Gilbert's eyes mist before she screams an emphatic Yes! "Yes, Yes, Yes, Damon Salvatore, Yes!"
