Damon + Elena

"We'll have to let him go"

Elena stares into Damon's face, willing him to believe her. His face is angry, but she can see the hurt and despair behind his facade. She's worried that he might break down, and she needs him to be stable. For her. For Stefan.

Slowly Damon's expression changes. His face softens, and he looks down at her with an expression in his eyes Elena isn't quit sure can figure out. "Elena" he says, and smiles. It's a sad kind of smile, not the usual wry one he seems to save especially for her.

"Do you trust me?" She asks.

His intense blue eyes bore into hers, and suddenly she if very aware of his closeness. She can feel the tautness in his body, the tense way he is holding himself. His face is just inches away from hers and she can feel his breath on her face.
This is Damon, she thinks. How has she never noticed how good he smelled before? It was a musky, woodsy sort of scent mixed with cologne and something else... something that was entirely Damon. Something she would not let herself think about.

Damon stares down into Elena's face, wondering what she is thinking behind those deep brown eyes. She hasn't looked away from him, and Damon is afraid if he so much as takes a breath, he'll ruin the moment. It is not often he gets to be so close to her. She is so beautiful it make him hurt inside. How can she not acknowledge how much he cares for her? She must sense it. He knows she does. He can feel it radiating from her body, an electricity that was always between them.

"I have always trusted you, Elena" he says softly. "Deep down you know that. I will always protect you." He watches her eyes as he says this, wanting to capture every look on her face while he has her in his arms.

Her gaze drops to his mouth. "I need you" she whispers. Damon feels his heart beat roughly in his chest as her words seep into him He brings a hand to her face and before he can think, his lips are on hers and he is kissing her with all the passion he has felt since first gazing upon her lovely face. He feels her gasp beneath his mouth, and then her hands are on his face, his neck, entwining in his hair. She is kissing him back, kissing him like he's only just fantasized about.

Elena can't think. Its all she can do to stand as Damon kisses are with a passion that sets her skin on fire. Everywhere he touches her leave a trail of sparks as she desperately holds on to him. She has never in her life felt anything like this before. What is this? She wonders vaguely as Damon assaults her mouth. I never want it to stop. Her breath comes in short gasps. God, he tastes good. Like alcohol and Damon. A man. A soft moan escapes her throat and she pulls away from him, suddenly frightened. Her feeling for him had burst from her all at once, feeling she had kept locked down inside of her, ones she thought she could always keep under key. Until Damon had kissed her. What has she doing, wrapped in his arms and kissing him while Stefan was gone?

Stefan never kissed you like this.

She pushes the thought away and chances a look at him. His dark hair is slightly mussed and he is so beautiful that makes her heart hurt.

"God, Damon I love you"

The words slip out of her mouth before she even knows she's thought them.

He gives a slight gasp and crushes her against his chest. She can feel his heart racing beneath them, and her own picks up in response. "Elena" he says, his eyes squeezed shut. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that". Damon lifts her chin up and forces her to look at him. Her eyes are bright with tears, and he smiles softly. "I love you, Elena. I always have."