A/N: Damon/Elena. Spoilers for My Mystic Falls.
~Touch~
He thought he loved Catherine.
He knew he did, back then, when he thought she loved him back. But if she did, she would've come looking for him.
He loved Elena. Possibly even more than he had loved Catherine.
It was the little things like the way she had no worries in the world. The way she acted like everything would be okay eventually, that there was always a light at the end of the tunnel. Even the way she refused to make sure she was safe unless the people she loved were safe too. The way she smiled. The way she laughed. The way she always had power over himself and his brother, even though they were supposed to be the controlling ones.
He'd never known someone like that, someone who was so warm, who could love unconditionally and completely irrevocably.
Someone who he wanted, who he needed, to love him back.
It's about the simple intimacy of the near touch.
When he'd taken Stefan's place to dance with Elena on Founder's Day it has been far more than simple intimacy.
It was far more than an innocent dance. He could see it in her eyes, confusion. Not confusion as to why Stefan wasn't there but confusion why she was comfortable dancing with his brother.
They both knew why but they didn't act on it.
They couldn't.
But they had both completely forgotten the last element of the dance; touch. They both moved forward, his hand against her back and hers resting on his shoulder, then intertwining the other two.
And for a moment they couldn't move.
Her eyes didn't move from his, as his didn't move from hers. They were both frozen momentarily as they stared into the depths of each others eyes. They both knew they were reading the same thing.
Desire.
And it stayed with them for the whole dance, both apprehensive about feeling the way they did. It was illegal. It was like taking a drug for the first time and being worried about being caught.
It scared him when they stopped physically touching that the feeling was still there and it was hurting his head. He wanted Elena, he needed her.
But it wasn't allowed to have her and they both weren't ready to cross the line just yet.
And so once again, he slipped into the art of observation, watching what he couldn't have.
Needing it more than ever.
A/N: This was fun to write. Hope it was enjoyed. ^-^
