~The New Deal:What's so wrong about giving in?~
This happens after Season 3, Episode 10: The New Deal
I woke up with this story in my head. I know is probably not going to go there in the TV series which will mean that this will end up being AU, but for now...
The truth is that I was puzzled by the kiss. It wasn't epic like the kiss Stelena shared in season 1. It wasn't explosive like I always expect Delena to be. It was so simple and matter of fact that it puzzled me and I guess it made my mind come up with a story to with it.
Hope you guys enjoy it! I already have all 3 chapters written so I will upload them immediately. As usual reviews help me to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own TVD only the twisted plot. Wouldn't mind having Damon to play with for a couple of hours or days though.
Damon's POV
Damon had gotten home and went straight to his bar. He didn't know what to feel or what to think. He had done it. He had kissed her. No pretence, no violence, no drama... he had simply kissed her. It was so pathetically simple that he kept wondering why he hadn't done it before. Well... he knew why... But what had Damon really confused is that she didn't fall into her normal routine. Elena hadn't screamed, slapped him or used sarcasm to diffuse the situation.
Her lips had been accepting of the kiss, soft and pliable against his own. It was nothing like the death bed kiss or like the passionate kiss he envisioned would be their first. It was a kiss that two people share when they know their destination but are not there yet. Her kiss was a kiss of recognition of the feelings he felt but it had nothing of her feelings in it. Like someone receiving a gift she accepted his kiss. She allowed him to kiss her but that is as far as it went... Damon groaned feeling hollow... no epic kiss, no sudden awakening of Elena's passion for him... He needed a drink. Scratch that, he needed a lot of drinks.
Damon had been abusing his bar for a couple of hours, trying to reach an elusive drunk state that was nowhere near. He lifted his head curiously when he hear Elena's car outside and feeling older than he should, dragged his body to the door to tend to the probable life and death emergency news the girl was coming to deliver. Why else would she come here? After all he was her good friend, wasn't he?
As Elena was about to knock on the door Damon opened it. Elena swallowed hard losing her nerve when she saw him framed by the oak door, gold light shining behind him, shirt unbuttoned revealing a bit too much for her self control to take.
Damon leaned against the door frame.
"Hello Lena." – he drawled as he took in what she was wearing –"And what brings you here at this late hour?"
Like a deer caught in the headlights, Elena froze. Her courage was definitely lost and her mind was screaming at her about how stupid her plan had been anyway. Trying to buy time for words to reach her mouth, Elena mechanically raised her arm, trusting the bottle into Damon's chest and almost loosing it when the back of her finger brushed his naked flesh.
When he felt her skin touch his he remained very still and slowly reached for the bottle, praying he wouldn't lose control.
"Thank you?" – he said hesitantly with a questioning raised eye-brow.
"You are welcome." – Elena mumbled automatically and started turning on her heel to leave.
Short and sweet. Hope you liked it. Last chapter will be up in a minute
