Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned. L.J. Smith, the CW, and their associates do! The only thing that belongs to be is the plot for this story. This is for entertainment purposes only!

So, I got this little idea, after watching the preview for "By the Light of the Moon." Just a little wishful thinking, maybe? You decide, I guess. I think I'll make this into a Two-Shot or a Three-Shot. Enjoy. R&R, please! :) -H.E.831

The Boarding House

"He's in the tomb," Elena Gilbert said as she walked into the boarding house with Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore's sexy, devilish, brother.

"No, really?" he hissed, as she turned around, startled by their close proximity to each other, "I wasn't there to protect him, remember?"

'No, you weren't," Elena retorted, "because you had to be the one, son of bitch, that would try to come and save me. Elijah didn't even do anything, so you didn't need to come."

"If you weren't such a stubborn ass in the first place," Elena narrowed her eyes at him, "I would have been able to stop your idiot of a boyfriend and my idiot of a brother from going in!"

"First of all, Stefan is not an idiot," Elena ticked off on her fingers, "Second, I am not a stubborn ass. And, third, he isn't my boyfriend."

She walked into the den and plopped down on the couch, in front of the fire. Damon took a seat right beside her. His hand itched to hold hers, and hers itched to hold his.

"Do you love me?" Elena whispered after a prolonged silence.

"Yes," Damon nodded without a second thought.

Elena nodded, a smile evident on her face, "Good," Damon couldn't help but smile back.

They took each other's hands and sat in silence, watching the flames dance in the hearth.

The Tomb

"Don't pretend to think you don't want to be in here with me," Katherine smiled wickedly at Stefan Salvatore.

"Bite me," Stefan hissed.

"Gladly," Katherine leered at him then said with a wink, "Okay, let's quit with the demonstratives. You did, at one point, love me like you love her, so being stuck in here, with me, can't be completely awful."

Stefan sighed, "Fine, but can we, at least, find a way out of here?"

"You are so naïve," she laughed at him, "Your witch made the spell that keeps us in here; your witch gets us the hell out of here by breaking the spell."

"Then, what are we going to do until then?" he crossed his arms.

"We could play poker," she smiled at him with a wicked glint in her eyes.

He secretly loved that about her. In fact, Stefan still loved her; not like he loved Elena, but just as much. That one little fact always made him feel like he was downing vervain 24/7, and he couldn't stop it, even if he tried.

"No cards," Stefan shrugged.

"Too bad," Katherine smiled devilishly, "we could play Truth or Dare."

"Is there a catch?" Stefan asked wearily.

"Of course," Katherine grinned, "If you, or I, don't want to answer a truth or do a dare, you, or I, must take of an article of clothing."

Stefan inaudibly sighed then nodded, "Alright. You can go first."

The Boarding House

When Elena woke up, she was in an unknown bed, and an unknown pair of arms were encircling her. She tilted her head to the left so she could identify who was holding her.

Damon, she sighed, figures, Elena thought to herself with an inward smile of affection. Elena wiggled a bit, realizing she was only in her camisole and underwear, He undressed me!

"Damon," Elena poked his bare chest, "Damon…please get up."

He stirred, "Mmm?"

"Did you undress me last night," she whispered, a blush forming on her face.

Damon's right eye popped open, "No, you did. Why?"

"I'm only in a tank top and underwear," Elena stated, confused as to why she wouldn't have just stayed in the clothes she was wearing last night.

"And, I'm only in boxers," he smiled, "Thanks for sharing, but can we please go back to sleep. It's barely 6 AM. We have a long day ahead of us, and I already set the alarm," his arms tightened around her as he settled into the bed.

Elena shrugged and snuggled closer to him. Soon, she was in a deep sleep, unaware of the ice blue orbs that were watching her with complete and utter adoration.

When Elena woke up the curtains were drawn, letting in the sun shine and she was in an empty bed. She missed Damon's presence, so you got out of bed and walked over to his drawer. She pull out one of his shirts, and put it on.

This is like a dress, Elena thought to herself as she made her way to the kitchen. She stopped in the archway between the hallway and the kitchen, just watching Damon cook breakfast in only his boxers.

Elena Gilbert admired many things about Damon Salvatore, one being his body. He was so long and lean. And, whenever he moved, his muscles rippled under his skin. He had broad shoulders and strong arms, and he had a thin waste that Elena imagined led to the source of his humongous ego.

By the time she made herself known, Damon was finished with her eggs and toast. She smiled at him in thanks, and took a bit of her eggs.

"Who would have thought a vampire could cook?" Elena joked.

Damon smiled, "Well, back, before I was turned, I actually thought of being a chef. Yes, there were far less resources than there are today, but I've always loved food," he winked at her.

She smiled brightly at him, "Did Stefan like to cook too?" her smiled faltered, "We have to talk to Bonnie."

Damon's smile froze on his face, before his lips formed a perfect, straight, line, "He was too obsessed with Katherine. And, yeah, we do. After you finish eating, we'll go to your house and get you a change of clothes," his smile returned, as he looked over her, "so you don't have to wear my clothing."

She laughed, "Okay, Damon."

The Tomb

"You, now, have to remove an article of clothing, dear Stefan," Katherine smiled evilly at him.

Stefan grunted, and lifted his shirt over his head, and threw it across the cave, "There."

"What a shame," Katherine pouted, "I thought you were bare under your shirt."

Stefan feigned a laugh, "Now, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," Katherine smirked.

"Did you ever really love me?" he whispered.

"Yes," Katherine nodded. After a moment of silence, she perked up, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," Stefan crossed his arms over his chest.

"Do you still love me?" Katherine asked seriously.

Something in her eyes made him want to kiss her; instead, he simply answered, "Yes."

Katherine's eyes glazed over, as she whispered, "Your turn."

Are you excited for Chapter 2? LOL, I am. Please review! Thanks guys, -H.E.831 :)