One Month Later:
Damon had decided that Connie not having any memory of him was a good thing. He saw it as a chance to get on her good side, to make her happy, to make her fall in love with him. He couldn't understand how he'd found himself falling in love with her but he had and he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't pretend not to love her he couldn't shut his feelings off and he couldn't pretend that the feelings weren't there because they were. Every time he saw her he found that he couldn't think straight or have a drink. She was like an adrenaline rush for him.
"Damon?" It was her. He could smell her before she spoke up. Turning around to look at her his jaw nearly hit the floor. She stood before him dressed in a royal blue floral dress that had two slits in the middle showing off her flat toned belly, her hair was pulled up into a messy but still elegant bun, around her neck lay a beautiful blue diamond necklace, showing off her long, smooth neck and she wore a pair of matching earnings and three inch heels to match.
She looked absolutely Breathtaking.
"Um, I'm sorry to bother you but could you help me? I cant seem to reach the zipper of this dress." She said, turning her back to him, revealing her unclothed back to him. Damon's eyes trailed up and down her back a few times only to stop at the two dimples that sat on her lower back. That had to be the most sexiest thing on a woman that he's ever seen. Connie was driving him insane without even trying.
"Damon?"
"Hmm?" He says without really paying attention, he was to busy gazing at her dimples.
"Could you, um, zip me up?" She questioned, a small blush forming in her cheeks. She could feel Damon's eyes on her, running up and down her back.
Damon, snapping out of the trance he was in, muttered an apology before swallowing the lump in his throat and lifting his hand to the zipper that lay still propped up on her ass. Reaching back, Connie pulled her hair to the side, revealing her neck once more. As Damon took the hold of the zipper and began to pull it up, his mouth began to water. Seeing Connie so exposed, seeing her so...Ugh! She was killing him. He wanted to rip that dress off her and ravish her like there was no tomorrow.
Once he was finished, Connie turned around and smiled at him, "Thank you." She said before eyeing him in the suit he was in, "Well, don't you look dashing, "She said as she reached up and fixed his tie, "You look amazing, Damon. " She said gazing up at him.
Damon couldn't help that smile that graced his lips, "As do you. You're breathtaking, tonight, Connie." He said.
Blushing, Connie smiled, "So, who will you be attending this Gala with tonight?" She questioned.
"No one, " He says, "What about you? Who's the lucky guy tonight?" He questioned through clenched teeth.
Connie smiled, "Well, to be honest, I was hoping that YOU would accompany me tonight." She stated.
Damon's eyes widened in shock. She wanted him to be her date tonight to the Gala? That was the LAST thing he expected, "If you don't want to, you don't have t - "
"I do, "He says a bit to quickly, "I mean, I'd love to accompany you to the Gala." He says with a smile as he held out his arm
Smiling, Connie took his arms in hers and followed him out to the car, "Watch your head." He says as she steps into the car.
Damon pulls up in front of the Mystic Falls Hall, the sound of music and the flashing of lights surrounding him, "Ready?" He questions him.
Smiling, Connie nods, "Let's go." She said reaching for the door only for Damon to reach over and grab a hold of her wrist, "Is there something wrong?" She questioned.
He smiled that smile that she was growing to like a lot, "Allow me to get your door." He says.
Connie blushed but sat back in her seat as Damon stepped out of the car. Watching him walk in front of the car, Connie got the feeling that she knows more about Damon Salvatore than she thinks. It's as if she's met him before, as if she knows him. Looking into his lightning blue eyes, she got a sense of familiarity.
Shaking her head free of thoughts about knowing Damon, she glanced up at him and smiled as he held out his hand for her to take. Taking his hand, she stepped out of the car and allowed for Damon to shut it behind her, "You look beautiful." Damon whispered in her ear, his lips grazing her skin.
Blushing, Connie leaned into him, "You look ravishing." She flirted back.
Damon leaned back and met her gaze. Her eyes seemed brighter than usual. He liked it. The blue she wore seemed to make her green eyes pop out, making them the first thing you notice about her, "Connie! Damon! Over here!" A man with a camera shouted.
Smiling, Connie glanced in the mans direction as he took the picture of her and Damon -Damon still gazing down at Connie- closer than usual. Everyone that was gazing at the two -that being everyone- could see the way that Damon was looking at her. They could see the admiration, the love he had in his eyes for her.
Walking into the building, all eyes seemed to fall onto Damon and Connie. They looked beautiful together, like they were made for each other, "Everyone is staring." Connie groaned softly.
Damon smiled at how much she truly hated being the center of attention,"Don't think about it." He states.
Connie glared over at him, "How can I NOT think about it when EVERYONE IS STARING at me!" She snapped suddenly.
Clasping a hand over her mouth, she pulled away from Damon and gazed up at him. She had no idea where that had come from, why she snapped at him so suddenly, it was as if it was out of habit. Shaking her head, she started backing away from him,"I'm sorry." She says before walking away from him.
Damon stood there dumb struck. She'd sounded like the old Connie. The Connie that hated him. The Connie who gave him aneurisms for the fun of it. The Connie that scolds him every time he fucked up. His chest seemed to tighten at the thought of the Old Connie returning. He liked the Old Connie, she didn't put up with his crap, she called him out on his bullshit and she wasn't afraid to fight back, he didn't have to think about hurting her for she could handle herself. But this Connie, the new Connie, liked him. She didn't look at him with hatred or disgust but like he was a person...human. He found the reason why everyone loved her. She was kind, compassionate, selfless, adventurous and stubborn. He'd also found himself loving her.
"Con - What did you do to her!?" Caroline snapped as she, Stefan and Elena stopped before him.
Damon glared at them, "I didn't do anything." Damon snapped before pushing past them and in the direction Connie disappeared in.
"You had to have done something for her to snap and run off like that." Caroline snapped as she pulled Damon's arm and forced him to look at her, causing them to come to a stop outside the ladies room.
Groaning, Damon went to wrap his hand around her neck, but stopped himself. He knew Connie wouldn't like him doing that and he didn't want her to see that side of him, "I. Didn't. Do. Anything." He snapped.
"You had to have done someth -"
"Damon didn't do anything." Connie says walking out of the ladies room meeting Damon's gaze, "I just snapped at him for no reason and I'm sorry." She said, "I never should have snapped at you like that, I don't know why I did that. Forgive me?" She questioned, taking a step towards him.
Damon gazed at her in shock. It still shocked him at how nice Connie could truly be to him, then again, she had no memory of all the things he'd ever done to her and her family, "Damon?" She questioned, lifting a hand to his cool cheek, snapping him out of his thoughts, "Will you forgive me for snapping at you?" She asked.
A smile, one that she found familiar, graced his lips, "I will forgive you on one condition?" He says.
Connie raiased a brow, "I'm not having sex with you, kissing you or touchuing you sexualy in anyway, "Connie gasped and placed her hands over her mouth, "Why did I just say that? I don't know why I said that or where it came from." She states, meeting Damon's amused yet shocked gaze.
"I'm sorry. What is it that you were going to say?" She asked, ignoring what she'd just said suddenly.
Damon took a step closer, towering over her, "Dance with me." He says, holding out his hand for her to take. With a smile, Connie took Damon's hand and allowed for him to guide her out to the dance floor.
Five minutes into dancing with Damon, Connie spoke, "Why do I feel like I know you, like we've met before?" She questioned bluntly. Despite the alarms going off in his head, Damon found himself admiring Connie once again. That's one of the many things about her that he loved. She was blunt, straight forward, she always got straight to the point instead of beating around the bush with him like everyone else did.
Pulling her closer, Damon looked around the room at everyone watching them, "I don't know. Maybe i remind you of my brother." He suggested.
Connie shook her head, "Your brother and you may share a few things in common but mistake you not the same person. You are nothing like Stefan, that much I know, but so much more different. I know not of where I get these feelings but I wish to find out why I have them." She replies softly.
Pulling away, Damon met Connie's gaze head on, gazing directly into those familiar green eyes, seeing nothing cut curiosity, "And if you come to find out why you have such feelings, hypothetically, what should you do with them?" He questioned, "What if it's something you don't like?" He says.
A smile gracing her lips, Connie lifted a hand to Damon's cheek, "Than, hypothetically speaking, this shall be our second chance at a new start." She says.
Searching her eyes, Damon saw himself in them. He could see the man, the human she sees in him and for so.e unknown reason, it made his stomach flip, "A second chance? I like that." He stated as he drew her even closer, lowering his hand to her mid back as she placed her head on his shoulder as the moved back and fourth, side to side as one on the dance floor in front of their family and friends.