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Damon/Elena
A/N: Set at the end of season 1, episode 22 of the Vampire Diaries. What if Damon and Elena were the ones kissing instead of Damon and Katherine.
Prologue
Elena was walking into the porch of Jenna's house when she saw Damon getting out of the door. She frowned wondering what was going on.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Failed and feeble attempt of doing the right thing." He replied and Elena stared at him, not sure of what that meant.
"What's wrong, Damon?" She asked reading between the lines.
"It's not important. I'll take this for you." He took the bags that she was carrying and put them on the chair.
"Thank you." Elena frowned.
"You know I came to this town wanting to destroy it and tonight… I've found myself wanting to protect it." Elena could hear the softness in his voice, the confusion… She was confused after all. "How did that happen?" He asked looking at her and she knew the answer. She opened her mouth to talk but he didn't let her, he continued talking, he probably felt nervous somehow. "I'm not a hero, Elena. I don't do good. It's not in me."
"Maybe it is." She replied wanting to give him confidence, she did believe in him, after what she had seen she knew that he wasn't the bad guy without feelings that he had pretended to be when he had arrived to Mystic Falls. He's changed, and I may have something to do with that.
"No." He grinned. "No, that's reserved for my brother and you and Bonnie. Even though she has a reason to hate me, still… she helped Stefan save me."
"Why do you sound so surprised?" Elena crossed her arms on her chest.
"Because she did it for you." He walked closer and she could feel the tension between them almost physically, she knew that it was like an elastic, the closer they were, the more tension there was. "Which means" Damon continued "that somewhere along the way you decided that I was worth saving." He swallowed and she realized that he was speaking true. She cared about him, he was her friend… but was that really all? Elena felt dizzy. Now Damon was close really close to her. "I wanted to… thank you… for that." He approached his face to hers and she told herself that he was just going to thank her, that he was thankful and she should not move away. He kissed her cheek and she closed her eyes feeling like an electric impulse where his lips were touching gently her skin. It was amazing, left her wanting more.
"Damon…" She whispered when his face was inches away from hers. She wanted to move away, to tell him not to do it, but right now she couldn't find a reason for doing such a thing. His closeness was making her feel dizzy and the only thing she could think about was that she wanted his touch, she wanted those lips… that she wanted him. Damon continued moving closer and she didn't move, she couldn't move. Until suddenly his lips touched hers and closed on her superior lip and this made her loose all the walls she was trying to build, all the strength she had prepared to move away. It was an electrifying feeling, as if her whole body vibrated. He was gentle and moved away only a little bit she found herself kissing him back now, she was the one to close the distance and wanting more. His tongue touched her lips and she granted him access into her mouth grabbing his arm and he put a hand on her face, pulling her closer. She felt her knees tremble but he was there to hold her. And she found herself lost into that kiss, kissing him back with all her will, he was still gentle, but more passionate. She caressed his tongue with hers when suddenly the door opened with a sound making them separate. Damon dropped his face to the opposite side of the door. Elena looked there feeling ashamed and guilty when she saw Jenna's face. Jenna was angry, she could tell that and Elena couldn't look directly at her or say anything. She was still close to Damon, but now they were not touching, they were not even looking at each other.
"It's late," Jenna said. "You should probably come inside."
"I'll be there in a minute," Elena told Jenna.
"I think you should come now." Jenna replied emphasizing the word now with that angry tone.
"Just a minute." She was still too ashamed to look directly at her but Jenna nodded and closed the door, even if it was obvious that she wasn't really willing to let them out there alone.
Elena thought of the angry look of Jenna's and the thought of Stefan reappeared in her mind making her feel terribly guilty. How could she have done this to him? And just after telling him that he was the one she loved?
"Damon…" she started, but went inside. "Bye."
"Do you want to explain yourself?" Aunt Judith asks her.
"Don't want to talk about it," she walks away.