"It's okay, you know, to love them both. I did."
We won't speak of this again.
Of course not.
When Katherine feels Stefan's hand stroke the back of her knee, she smiles against Elena's lips. She writhes, slipping down toward an eerily familiar neck. Of course, she's never tasted her own throat before, and she finds the desire to explore perversely strong.
Just as Katherine's lowering her lips, a strong hand tangles in her hair and yanks her head back up. "Careful, Katherine," Damon whispers. He leans down and kisses Elena's forehead, staring into Katherine's eyes all the while.
Her vision is sparking around the edges from the pleasurable sting, and her grin is wicked. "Of course," she hisses sweetly, and he eases his grip.
Elena's not here to play it safe. She gives her protector a look of gratitude and rage, then yanks Katherine back down. She's rewarded with feathery kisses and benign bites. Ever the lady, Katherine's eyes stay human.
Stefan's fingertips brush from ankles to hips, and all the way back down. Katherine grinds herself back into his lap, nibbling her way down Elena, gnawing at her ribs through her shirt. He grabs her waist, pulling her up to him and burying his face in her hair. She grinds her ass into him, stroking the ribs of the girl below her.
Elena feels Damon's hands slide beneath her, pushing her up to sitting. She squeals a little in protest, but like lightning he's sitting behind her. They mirror each other now, slender backs against broad chests and lesbian kisses at the center. It's a smutty palindrome, Elena thinks to herself, and can't help but giggle.
Damon takes Elena's laugh as encouragement and lets himself caress her, the way he's been aching to do for what feels like decades. It could have been a century of longing, the way he trembles at her breasts. She feels his reverence and wants to worship him in return, but there's no way to turn and face him properly on the narrow couch.
Desperate for sensation, Elena ducks around Katherine's shoulder and knocks her teeth into Stefan's lips. He kisses her back, even as her fingers wind up over her head and into Damon's hair. Their limbs and breaths and feelings are too tangled. All of a sudden, she needs air... "Why don't we take this somewhere roomier?" she whispers into Katherine's hair, even as the other woman is pawing at Damon's shirt.