A/N: This is my first attempt at a VD story. It's a one-shot, short fic. Its a bit rusty, haven't wrote in a while but enjoy. The pairing Damon/Elena
Summary: Feelings, ones that are forbidden are the strongest.
All I Need.
'And you dare lay a finger on him and I swear to god...' I was cut short by the feeling of his arms wrapping round my waist, his slender fingers getting a tight grip around my back. He lifted me up so I faced him, his breath, lightly grazed my face and I took a deep breath, making contact with his deep blue eyes, once again.
'You'll what, remember who your dealing with Elena!' his voice wasn't threatening, it wasn't deadly, it was, sincere, in a way. He was messing with me but his face told another story.
His blue eyes, piercing through mine, his mouth, curving from a seductive to a caring smile. He gently placed me back down onto the ground, his hands never leaving my waist. I raised my eyes to meet his only to quickly drop them as I realise he was still looking at me. His forehead scrunched up into a concentrating look, his mouth, tilted to one side. He leaned in a little more, his breath hot on my face. One hand gently left my waist and danced its way up to my face, pushing back my hair and grazing over my cheekbones, the other hand gripped me tighter, pulling me closer to him. I didn't stop him, I didn't even move, I just watched his eyes, they darted everywhere, up and down my body, round my face until once again they settled back on my eyes. His mouth curved into that seductive smile once again and he leaned in even closer, his mouth inches away from mine. His hot breath settled on my face, leaving me gasping as the sensations of him being so close sent shock waved through my system.
I could speak, I tried to say something but I was struck dumb. Every possible solution melted away from my mind. I remembered where I was, what I was doing. I was standing in a forest, miles from home. Inches away from my boyfriends brother and I was...enjoying it.
It all became clear. His touches, the feelings, they were more than anything Stefan made me feel. It was the bad, the wrongness of it all, which made them stronger. I was always fighting them, he knew they were there, he tried to let them out but I'm too stubborn.
I gently raised one of my hands and placed it flat against his chest and I gave a push, a hard one. He stumbled back a few places, regained his posture and smiled. He started to move back again but a word left my mouth, one that had the possibility of shattering his world, his heart.
'Stefan...' his face fell, his eyes darkened, his mouth formed one straight line.
'I should take you back, everyone will be worried' he lifted his eyes to meet mine, for only a second and I caught a glimpse of what he was feeling and something tug at my chest. Guilt.
'I'm sorry, I...'
'What are you sorry for? Your not the monster here' he reached out and grabbed my wrist, he pulled me into his arms and he ran. I knew he didn't want to say anything more, I hurt him, again.
When I got home, I ran straight to bed. I hid beneath the velvet covers, hoping to block out the world. I couldn't deny it, I could try but no-one had ever made me feel this way.
His touch left me senseless. His forbidden touch.