A/N: So this is my first Delena Fic... Actually it's my first fic ever, but I love to write in my spare time. Reviews are loved, I need to know how I'm doing, and flames are welcome. All opinions are necessary.

Dearest Elena,

How are you this beautiful morning? I'm sorry to leave you alone in my bed after last nights... events... but I awoke this morning needing to feed. I should be back before breakfast. I hate to ask this of you, but if you don't mind, would you just sit tight until I get home? I would very much appreciate it.

All my love, Stefan.

Elena smiled as she read the note Stefan left for her. I don't have anywhere to be, she thought. I suppose I'll stay.

She set the note on the bedside table, and picked up the glass of water sitting on it. She took a sip and plopped back into the pillows, only to freeze with fear.

"Hello?" She called out.

"Hi"

Elena jumped and quickly turned on her side, and was greeted with ice blue eyes, and an infamous smirk.

Elena sighed. "Damon," she greeted him.

"Well hello to you too, little miss happy pants," Damon replied. "Or... Well... Happy panties..." he corrected with another sarcastic smirk.

Elena replied by pulling the covers up to her chin, and searching around on the floor for something, anything, to cover her up.

"Oh please, Elena. There's nothing going on here that I haven't seen before. Nothing that I haven't seen that wasn't identical," Damon teased.

"Yeah? Well, I'm not a skank bitch, like Katherine," she replied sharply. Then she sighed in relief when her fingers came in contact with the soft flannel of the shirt Stefan had been wearing, before she... tore it off... Yup...

Elena turned quickly in the bed, and pulled her arms through the sleeves of the massive shirt, that concealed her almost to her knees.

Elena stood up, and was making her way to the bathroom, when she felt her back being pressed against the old wooden walls of the bedroom.

"Damon! Let me go!" she yelled in his face.

Damon looked her in the eyes, and for a moment saw the old Katherine in them. Or the Katherine he thought he once knew.

When Elena saw the hidden longing in his eyes, she relaxed for a moment. She knew he still loved Katherine, and she also knew that they beared an incredible resemblance, but to Elena, she and Katherine were nothing alike. Katherine was conniving, and condescending. She was manipulative, and she didn't care who she hurt.

Elena, on the other hand, could never imagine hurting Stefan... or Damon for that matter... the voices in the back of her mind whispered.

When Elena came out of her thoughts, she noticed that Damon had gotten a little closer since she zoned out. His lips were slightly parted, and his blue eyes were burning.

Elena's breath caught in her throat. Was he going to kiss her? Elena found her resolve slipping. He was just so close. Maybe just one taste. Just one. Stefan wouldn't be back for a while...

Damon's face inched closer to Elena's. She sighed, and gave into her instincts. Their lips were just a whisper away from each others, when Stefan burst through the door.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Stefan yelled, at the exact moment when Damon's lips pressed against hers, and her whole world began to fall apart.