So sorry it's so short but I have problems writing this particular scene… hope you guys like it anyways. Please, please leave a review, I depend on them^^. [and try reading chap 1 and 2 with Jason Walkers "Echo" playing, it fits perfectly :) ]
Damon had a firm grip on Elena's shirt pulling her as close to him as possible without hurting her. She pressed herself against him with such force, you wouldn't expect from a small person like her. They stood at her porch kissing until Damon reluctantly pulled back only enough so that their lips weren't touching. "Damon…" Elena whispered her eyes still closed. Her voice was so low, he could hardly hear it. Damon inhaled her scent, drinking in the feeling that it was really Elena, holding onto him for dear live. He opened his eyes and looked at her beautiful face. He wanted to speak but he guessed his voice would crack.
Elena smiled slightly as if she felt his eyes on her and opened hers to lock them with his. She traced her hands down his biceps to his hand. Stepping back she took his hand and walked to the door backwards, guiding him with her. He obeyed willingly, without thinking. She opened the door behind her back, her eyes never leaving his. She stepped inside the house but Damon stopped just before the threshold. "Elena… tell me to come in…" he said slowly. Elena raised an eyebrow "Why? You don't need to be invited…" Damon didn't break the eye contact once. "This time I need it." And suddenly she understood. He wanted her so say it was ok, that she wanted him in, not only inside her house but also inside her heart. "Damon, come in. Please." She said smiling lovingly at him. Damon nodded and smiled back at her. A smile she hadn't seen on him ever. There was no mischief or something like that hidden in this smile. It was just warm and sweet. Proud and relived.
He followed her up the stairs, their hands still holding on, although he could have had her inside her room with a flush. He wanted this to be her choice; he wanted it to be as normal as possible.
Closing her bedroom door, Damon leaned against it. Elena turned around to face him. She looked into his eyes and let her hands trail down Damon's chest and abdomen. She grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and pushed it up his body and over his head. She than throw it away carelessly.
Damon was determined to withhold his passion and go slow on her. But it was hard, really hard. Only her touching his chest did magical things to him. He reached for her waist and tried to pull her closer. She resisted. Damon raised an eyebrow. Elena kept on touching his well-trained chest and his perfect six-pack now looking into his eyes. "I kind of thought your skin would feel cold… " Damon did his eye thing and said "Why? Was my baby brother a fridge?" Elena made a face and replied "No, but you always act so cool and look all James Dean-ish. So I thought touching you would feel like touching a statue…" Damon's look darkened and something aside of love filled his eyes: Passion. "So, does it?" Elena shook her head slowly, admiring his body. "Not at all. It feels like… you are on fire…" "I am." He said in a husky voice before kissing her.
This was all he ever dreamed of and even more. Kissing her, touching her, feeling her. She was only wearing her Pj's but it was still too much for his taste. He wanted her, all of her. Body and soul.