Hey fellow fanfictioners, I've recently been scribbling down a whole bunch of story ideas and have decided to write them down and make one shots (Or more than a one shot if you guys want) of them. So I hope you enjoy this Delena fic.
"19! 18! 17! " she heard the shouts of the people in the living room. People she didn't know. Strangers counting down to the New Year as they laughed and found their partner to kiss when the time came.
And of course, she was leaning against the kitchen doorway of the boarding house, alone. She obviously wasn't going to kiss Stefan, for all she knew, he was half way around the world.
She sighed, glumly as she sunk into one of the stools, watching as everyone got excited as they reached 10.
She felt someone tap her shoulder, "Elena. "
Damon's voice seemed soft and quiet, she turned and found his face so close to hers. So close that she was sure if she said anything, they would be kissing.
She wasn't listening to the people in the living room anymore, all she could think about was Damon's gorgeous sapphire eyes that seemed to glow in the candlelit kitchen.
It was almost as if he was hypnotizing her, she sure felt like that was what was happening.
She knew what was about to happen. But she didn't pull away.
And as the shrill voices got louder, she found herself not wanting to.
"5! 4! 3! 2! " and Damon leaned in.
And kissed her in the softest way, almost as if someone was brushing a feather over her lips.
She had to stop herself from sighing disappointedly as he pulled back.
He was still extremely close to her. Their bodies were touching only slightly as he whispered.
"Happy New Year, Elena. "
"Damon. " she replied, stopping him in his tracks but still not making him turn around.
"You too. "
