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Damon offered Elena his outstretched hand, lips twitching into a smirk.
As Elena took it she felt the familiar zing of electricity that Damon always brought.
For once Damon attempted being a perfect gentleman. He opened Elena's car door, and would have even put her seatbelt around her waist if she hadn't slapped his lingering hand away.
The two sat in companionable silence as Mystic Falls passed before their eyes.
Damon gazed out the window as he drove, peeking glances at Elena's relaxed form every chance he got.
Elena sat comfortably letting Damon's scent envelop her as the hum of the engine lull her almost to sleep.
Elena was the first to break the silence, "Soooo, where are we going?"
"If I told you now it wouldn't be much of a surprise, would it?" Damon responded, aiming a bone melting smile her way.
Elena tried her best not to let Damon see how effected she was by his smile. "You promised to stay in the state of Virginia," she warned.
"And don't I always keep my promises Elena? And as for our destination, that's for me to know and you to dot dot dot" Damon quipped.
Elena humphed and crossed her arms, impatiently waiting to see what Damon had planned for them.
Elena heard the crunch of gravel as the car slowly rolled to a stop. Perking her ears, she could hear soft music playing in the background. Twinkling lights were strung over trees and shrubs, and the first flowers of spring poked out of the earth.
"Damon…it's beautiful…" she said in awe.
"Oh course it is, I choose it. We are here for the local music festival. I came here as a kid, and apparently the citizens of Fells Church still have a gift for music," Damon mused.
Elena smiled to herself, thinking that the music festival was quite fitting, after all, many of their finer moments together revolved around dancing.
Damon offered his hand for the second time tonight, a look of pure pride shone in his eyes as admired Elena's carefree and genuinely happy look on her face.
To Elena his outstretched hand was more than just a polite invitation, he was giving her the option again to choose him, to trust him, and Elena was ready to do just that.
The sun was setting as the pair walked hand and hand into the patio where they could hear the music drifting.
"Miss Gilbert, I promised you fun, and now the fun begins," Damon said as he spun Elena to him in time with the music.
"I had forgotten what a good dancer you are Mr. Salvatore," Elena smiled as Damon dipped her playfully letting her hair sweep the grassy floor.
Other guests at the music festival grinned at the couple, "ohh young love," could be heard murmured through the crowd.
They danced without a care in the world spinning and sashaying like there was no tomorrow. Neither of them truly realized how much fun they would have together.
Then suddenly a slow love song floated from the performers on stage.
Their dancing became a bit more serious as their eyes locked, both unsure what their next move should be.
Elena's hands drifted across Damon's chest to interlock behind his neck. Their eyes met as Damon secured his own hands around Elena's slim waist.
They held each other for dear life, swaying with the music, becoming lost in each other's gaze.
The music wrapped around them like a caress and Elena stated to feel herself falling.
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