Chapter 4

Ah there it is, the incredibly shock that flashes through her eyes when she realises that maybe just maybe we were made for each other, but before long she always seems to be able to cover it. Damon thought to himself as Elena tried to laugh off his statement.

Her rationality seemed to be coming back to her slowly as she looked down at her legs, wrapped tightly around his waist, a flush of colour rose to her cheeks.

She gasped she Damon moved her in his arms, carrying her bridal style to his car to prevent her feet from touching the cold ground. "Wait" she managed but before she could protest he interrupted.

"I'll come back for your car later" he promised. Less than a second after placing her inside his car and closing the passenger door of his car he was around the other side of the car, getting in.

He pulled a blanket from the backseat wrapping it around her, as she averted her gaze. "What happened in there?" she asked as he leaned back in his seat.

"No big deal, long story short it involved a witch, a soul transfer spell and the blood of an original. Oh yeah, and my death… again" he shrugged, turning the car on, put only to warm up the car remembering one of them could be severely affected by the cold air and dripping wet clothes.

"Yeah, no big deal then" she replied to his surprise her tone was playful.

"Yeah I also have these insanely awesome, enhanced powers." He added with a signature smirk.

She rolled her eyes, "You mean like um I don't know… enhanced strength, speed and the ability to compel humans" she asked sarcastically.

He sighed dramatically, "Yes obviously, but even better, more strength and speed than normal. Huh, I may even be able to compel vampires…This should be fun" his eyes practically light up, even in the dark shadows that the nearby buildings were casting on the car she could still she his pale blue eyes brighten.

He looked at her then, a scheming look growing in those bright aqua eyes of his, "I may even have some extra super natural power now, you know like that guy in the twilight?"

"Edward?" she supplied, raising her eyebrows incredulously.

"Yeah that's the one, maybe I can read minds" he pondered, turning the full power of his gaze on her as he looked at her slyly, "Say Elena, want to help me find out?"

She pulled the blanket around her tighter, the intoxicating smell of his cologne filling her senses. She could feel his gaze still on her, making the hair of the back of her neck stand up, she glanced over at him then sighed turning her body towards him, "You're being serious?"

"Sure, why not?" he moved closer to her now. Suddenly she wasn't freezing cold anymore; in fact she was too warm. The car was too enclosed. She was finding it hard to breathe properly.

Her body was unnerving still as he reached out to place his hand on both sides of her head. "Close your eyes" he whispered.

"Dam-" She stopped, the pleading, slightly adorable, look in his eyes shutting her up, she inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. Her heartbeat had quickened much to his amusement.

"Ok, focus on something." He instructed his eyes scanning every inch of her face, taking this rare opportunity to just watch her. Her long, dark eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly against the creamy flesh of her face. Blood had rushed to her cheeks when he had touched her and now it outlined her sculpted, olive-toned cheekbones. His gaze moved to her lips, she was biting her plump, red lips nervously waiting for him to continue. He couldn't stop looking at her mouth, so perfect, just asking to be kissed. He shook away these thoughts, as her breaths became shorter, waiting for him to say something, anything.

"Elena" he gasped in shock, her eyes flying open widening in shock, could it be possible? She wondered, could he really have read her thoughts? Did he really know it was him she was thinking about, did he finally now know how difficult it had been for her to think of anything or anyone less other than him for the last few months?

"Such naughty thoughts, if you really want to do those kind of things to me all you have to do is ask." He said vulgarly, a lewd smile on his lips.

She visibly relaxed at not being caught; offering him a small smile but her heartbeat didn't slow as she took into account his proximity. Damon was always invading her personal space, but never to this extent. His hands were still laced through her hair, his face inches from her own. Her legs were pushed up onto his so much that she was practically sitting in his lap.

Noticing this at the same moment they both looked up at each other and Elena felt herself getting lost in his gaze. The tension between them growing until it was almost suffocating.

This was the moment.

The moment that had been silently brewing since they first met, what seemed like an eternity ago now.

It was all too much now that it could not be ignored. Call it a connection, soul mates or fate. Whatever it was became clear in those few seconds that neither one of them could go any longer pretending there wasn't something between them.

He felt himself move first, the slightest movement towards her; there gaze not faltering as she closed the distance between them.

There lips collided and the built up suspense and passion that they had been reigning in for so long was finally released. The kiss brought them to new highs, a high Damon had never even reached during feeding from a human after near-starvation.

Her soft lips crushed against his desperately, her hands automatically wrapping around his neck, her finger sinking into his thick hair, pulling him closer.

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her fully onto his lap. His teeth pulled gently on her bottom lip, releasing a soft moan from her mouth, a beautiful sound that he would cherish for all eternity. Her tongue trailed along his lips and he granted her access, their tongues exploring each others with unrefined need.

They finally parted for air; Elena struggled to catch her breath as she stared at him. He watched various emotions pass over her face in those few precious seconds; Shock. Guilt. Lust. Confusion. She settled on angry.

In a passionate fit of fury she pushed herself from his strong hold, and when he refused to let go she battered wildly at his chest. His fingers locked around her wrists in an unshakable hold, though she still thrashed about fiercely.

He waited patiently as her anger slowly faded her struggling seizing as tears rose to her eyes. "I'm so sorry" she stuttered, he released her hand and she raised it to his face, touching it as if he was made of glass.

"Believe it or not, I've been through a lot more painful fights" he laughed in a hope to lighten the mood. He hated seeing her upset; he hated it even more when it was him who had caused her tears.

"No, I don't mean for that. I promised myself I wouldn't do this. I don't want to lead you on Damon; I don't want to be like her."

He sighed heavily, how many times would he have to tell her? She could never be like Katherine. She was a hundred times the woman Katherine could ever be.

Her head rested on his chest and he stroked her back, his fingertips trailing slowly over her thin layer of clothing. "I could make you so happy Elena" he whispers, his eyes shut tight, "I'd change my whole identity to be with you"

She turned her head slightly, her damp eyes staring up at him; "Patience isn't my strong point, Elena" he looked down at her then with unmasked, raw emotions.

In that instant everything fell into place.

He loved her.

"I can't wait forever"

She had been waiting for this, the ultimatum. The biggest decision she would probably ever have to make.

Stefan or Damon?