That little game that Elena decided to play earlier this morning was something he wasn't expecting. The shy little girl that he once knew was no longer there. She had matured and gained confidence even if he was still a total stranger to her. Damon grinned to himself, she really was a spite fire. He saw it within her. Not any girl would pull those kinds of moves on just anyone. She was starting to remember, he could tell.
Elena cleaned herself up. She was actually really proud of herself for what she had done. She never thought that she would be so forward with someone, but this guy was special. There was something about him that made her want to flirt with him and be friendly. All thoughts of Stefan, her current boyfriend, went right out the door when it came to the man who made her heart beat speed up whenever their eyes met. He was such a mystery but at the same time, she felt like she knew him so well. As much as Elena wanted to get out and do something with her free time, she found herself wanting to curl up next to this total stranger and tell him her life story. She came back out of the bathroom and found the man flipping through a picture album.
"Will you tell me your name yet?" She was still dressed in his shirt and a pair of flimsy underwear which he could probably see through. His eyes flickered up to hers for a moment. He simply smiled and ignored her question. She let out a heavy sigh and stomped over to the bed.
"Your never going to tell me anything are you Mr. Mysterious man?" He breathed out a laugh.
"Nope, your going to have to figure these things out on your own missy," Elena's eyes glanced over the page of pictures. She didn't want to be nosey, but something caught her eye. It was a picture of Stefan and him.
"Wait a minute, stop go back," Elena tried to flip back to the page but the man nearly slammed the photo book on top of her hand. "Hey, was that Stefan?" Elena looked him straight in the eyes. She swore that she saw Stefan in a picture with Mr. Mysterious.
"I don't think so, that was someone else, Stefan wouldn't have any reason to be in any of those photo's," More questions were brought up to Elena's attention.
"Do you know Stefan?" He looked like he was going to try and avoid this question too, but he couldn't leave her completely in the dark.
"Yes I do know him. I've known him all my life," the mysterious man spoke naturally. "That's probably because he's my brother," This took Elena by complete surprise. He got up off the bed and tossed the photo album onto the floor, it landed with a loud thud.
"Wait a minute? What you two are brothers?" It was hard to tell because there wasn't really a whole lot of resemblance between the two.
"Mhm, that's what I said Elena. Don't you believe me. Stefan's been my brother for as long as he's been born, I'm the oldest of course but we've been through practically everything together," Mr. Mysterious crinkled his forehead. Of course Stefan would never talk about his brother. He knew what Elena had been through. There was no way that he would even mention him.
"I'm not surprised he didn't mention me. I've done some bad things in my past Elena," He sparked her curiosity once more.
"What kinds of things?" She pressed on leaning forward on the bed nearly falling off.
"Things that I'm not going to tell you about," A wide smile spread across his face. She threw a pillow in his direction.
"Dammit, won't you tell me anything useful?"
He was up in her face once more. He was suddenly cupping her face in his hands. It was a gentle caress.
"I promise that you will learn in time, just give me a little time Elena and you will soon remember," He brushed hair over her ear. She didn't get it, but she knew that him being this close to her made her want to kiss him. He was gorgeous. There was no hiding that. The feelings she was having for him were different than lust and need. It was something unexplainable. He pressed a kiss to her forehead lightly, his lips warm against her cool skin. The kiss left her skin tingling.
"Please just tell me who you are?" She whispered lightly. He gazed down into her eyes, their lips were mere inches apart. She could taste his sweet breath on her tongue.
"Make me Elena," he rubbed his nose against hers and pulled away quickly laughing. Her breathing was slightly labored. Why did he have to have this effect on her, why couldn't she remember anything. Elena left the room for the first time in a while and went out to enjoy the lovely weather.
"Would you like to do something today Elena? I hate making you stay inside all day when it's so nice," He stood near her once more with a hand on her shoulder. It was a simple touch, but one that made her content and comfortable.
"I don't know what there is to do?" There were plenty of things to do, Elena just couldn't think of them right now.
"Well, we could go dancing if you like?" This got her attention.
"Really? Oh can we? I'd love to," She nearly jumped for joy. The thought of dancing with this beautiful man made her face flush once more.
"Of course we can, get dressed and we'll go," He spoke pulling her in his arms, they're chests touching. He let her go change as for him. This excited Elena, finally there was something that she could do. She would be able to get out of the house and spend some time with this man. Maybe something would spark her memory and she could figure out who she was spending all this time with.
The dressed and got into his car and they were off. They pulled into a school parking lot.
"Where are we?" She asked. It didn't make any sense. Elena was pretty sure he said they were going dancing.
"We're at a home coming dance silly, now come on," He took her by the hand and lead her into the building. She knew no one there. This had to of been illegal or something. They both danced their hearts out, moving with the other people. It was a blast even though neither of them knew anyone. A slow song came on and he was pulling her against him once more. Elena usually did these kinds of dances only with Stefan. They were strictly for her and Stefan.
"I don't know if I can do this," Elena whimpered feeling his body heat radiate against hers. Their foreheads nearly touched. His voice became low and soft. It drowned on, but it was soothing to her. It made her a little bit sleepy.
"Of course you can Lena, just hold on to me and move with the music," Lena? When did he start calling her that. She never remembered him calling her that. Damon wrapped his arms around her body holding her close. He loved having her this close to him. It was like heaven on Earth. As the song went on, the two of them moved back and forth feeling like they were the only two on the dance floor. Elena rested her head against his shoulder. That smell. It was so familiar. She knew it from somewhere. But where?
"I wish I could remember who you are, I'm so desperate to know your name," her fingers brushed up against his cheek. He loved the way her fingers felt on his skin. He wanted to feel more of it. He took hold of her hand and clutched it in hers. If she didn't start remembering soon, he was just going to have to tell her some important facts and hope that would give her memory a kick start. Calling her Lena was one thing that just slipped. He hopped that would be enough for her to remember.
The dance ended and Damon carried Elena to the car. They danced so much that night. It was time for her to go to bed. He placed her in the passenger seat and let her sleep the rest of the way home. She was so beautiful, he reached out and stroked her cheek once more. Such beauty. It wasn't just her looks that got him though, it was her personality. The way she spoke to him, the way she laughed and seemed to know all the right things to say, it made Damon fall more and more in love with her each day.
"Lena, sweety we're home," He took her hands in his and petted them lightly. She snuggled herself closer to him. "Don't make me do this the hard way Elena," She didn't budge. It gave Damon no other option other than to get out of the car and come over to her side. He buried his fingers into her side, knowing just where to get her that would make her giggle.
"Hey! Stop it, don't," She tried slapping his hands away but it didn't work. Kicking did the job when she landed a foot right into his gut sending him to the ground.
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you so hard," He was clutching his side on the ground.
"Don't worry about it Elena, I'll make it," He gasped. She got out of the car and helped him back into the house. The giggled together until they got to his bedroom.
"Let me check out your injury. I want to make sure your okay," As soon as Elena had him down on the bed, she was throwing his shirt off. She took a brief pause looking at his toned chest. A cleared throat from Damon brought her back.
"Done staring Elena?" He teased with a cocky grin. She simply blushed and proceeded with checking his wound. It was red where she kicked him, but it didn't look like she had done too much damage.
"I told you that I would be fine Elena. You don't need to worry about me so much," She was hovering over him and his body caught her attention once more. He reached up and pushed the dangling hair from her face once more. They stayed like that for a long time, just staring at one another. Elena found herself slowly leaning in, closer and closer to this man who she still knew nothing about. Before her mind could comprehend what was going on, her lips were pressed against his in one of the most electrifying kisses she's ever experienced. Never before in her life time has her heart beat flared so much from just a kiss. It never happened when she kissed Stefan, why would it be happening now? The kiss became deeper and she couldn't bring herself to pull away from his hot ravishing mouth. He pulled her body on his with more force and passion making a moan slip through her lips.
"God, your so beautiful Elena," He spoke her name so perfectly it made her whole body shiver. Just as she was about to give herself away to this total stranger, her phone began to buzz.
"Don't answer it, let it go," He begged her. She wouldn't listen and grabbed the phone seeing who was calling her. It was Stefan.
"Oh shit,"