Say I'm bold and say I'm bad, say- you vanities- I'm vainer. But you Erinyes just add, that I kissed Elena. –Damon Salvatore; Nightfall.

"Damon, are we almost there?" Elena asked breathlessly. The reason she was asking this question was because Damon had his hands over both of her eyes, leading her to 'his favourite place in the world' Of course, Elena was way too eager to get to Damon's favourite place; she wanted to know absolutely everything about Damon Salvatore, her fiancé. An idiotically big smile found its way onto her face at that thought. Her fiancé Damon Salvatore; who she was going to marry. Sooner rather than later she hoped.

"Yes Elena, almost there. Mio Dio, have some patience" She could taste the grin that was no doubt sitting on his lips.

She laughed along with him, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her as he covered her eyes. She found herself leaning further back into the embrace, moulding herself against Damon's warmth. He placed a kiss on the back on her head and she felt his lips move, whispering to her so quietly that she couldn't hear him. But she knew what he had said; she felt the words burry their way into her heart. I love you. She was so proud of him, so proud of how far he'd come since she'd first met him; the wild and dangerous Damon Salvatore who had promised those around him that he had no feelings, he was such a good actor that Elena had almost believed him. Almost. She felt extremely privileged that she was the one he had opened up to; that she was the one who had seen what Damon Salvatore could be, if only someone just cared enough to push him; push him to reach his potential, to be the great man she had known he was deep, deep down inside.

A blast of wintry air hit Elena's face as Damon opened a door to the outside; she could now hear the traffic and bustle of the city they currently inhabited. It was strange though; the sound of the traffic seemed far away, yet oh so close at the same time. She lost her train of thought as she felt Damon walking again, guiding her footsteps. His breath was hitting her neck and Elena couldn't stop her mind from remembering what had happened in Damon's room at the Boarding House. A blush crept its way onto her cheeks as she remembered it. She was going to give herself to Damon, there was no doubt about it, she would just rather wait until they were married, save herself for their wedding night; to make it even more special. This was why she was hoping they would get married sooner rather than later; she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out.

Damon came to a halt and whispered in her ear.

"Keep your eyes shut for a second"

Elena did as she was told as she felt his hands leave her eyes and rest on her waist, pressing her body back against his. He rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered again.

"Okay, open them"

Elena sucked in a gasp as sky filled her vision, pure blue sky, stretching on for miles and miles in front of her. She looked down and saw what seemed like the whole world far beneath her; the cars and the people looked tiny and insignificant, far below her on the ground. She looked at her feet and she saw that they were standing on the very edge of the roof of a building, the highest building in the whole city. From up here it felt like the world was hers, theirs; hers and Damon's. Like they were the only two people in the world who mattered, that they could rule the world or destroy it; as long as they were together. And they would be, Damon and Elena for all eternity. She felt like she was flying.

"Oh Damon" She breathed

Damon just squeezed her waist a little tighter and placed soft kisses on her neck. She was so happy, so happy that he had shared this with her, shared with her an intimate part of him. He had shared his release with her. If she and Damon weren't together, she would never have seen this. Never have experienced this sensation. Never felt like the whole world was hers. The whole world was hers anyway; Damon was her world, her whole universe, like the universe that was captured in his eyes. Damon slipped his hands into hers, and spread her arms out like wings, he carefully stepped forward once more and Elena's feet left the safety of the roof, as did Damon's. They really were flying now. She'd done this before with Damon of course, but she would never get over the first step off the building or the first leap into the air, she would never get over the thrill of having Damon's arms wrapped round her as they defied gravity. It was exhilarating to be up here; in the air above the clouds and smog that covered the city. There was no chance of anyone seeing them, not through the dense cloud bank. It really was like they were in their own world.

Damon twisted her around after a while, so she was standing in the circle of his arms. She gazed into his black eyes, spotting the universe they held; her universe. She would love him forever, she was sure of it, nothing could ever change this. If there ever had been a way of going back; back to Stefan and her life before Damon, it was gone now. There was no going back from this point. She had just dived headfirst into something, exactly what, she was not sure, but she was happy that she'd done, it, she would do anything for the man holding her so gently.

"Dance with me?" He asked so softly, that she almost didn't hear him.

She nodded in response, not quite able to form words. He laced one hand with hers and kept the other, firmly but surprisingly gently on her waist- just like he had done so many times before when they had danced- and started to sway. His feet found their way under hers so she was standing on him, him guiding her footwork; moving them in a graceful waltz; just like the waltz they had shared in Blodeuwedd's Ballroom, all those months ago, when her and Damon had been nothing more than a few stolen moments of passion. A romance doomed to end in heartache because back then, she'd loved another just slightly more. How things had changed. She could barely remember a time when she hadn't been completely intoxicated with Damon Salvatore.

She looked into his black eyes, spying the faint flash of red and knowing what it meant. Damon was hungry, ravenous. She didn't hesitate as she smiled shyly, and then tipped her head back, waiting for the slight sting and then the incomparable pleasure. But it didn't come.

Damon gazed at his Elena, his angel who was right at this moment surrendering herself to him in a way that last year would have made him jump in triumph. But right now, it wasn't the thing he desired the most. He was battling two hungers inside of him. The first was the obvious; the hunger that would never really be satisfied, the hunger that had ravaged him for half a millennium. The second was a different hunger, more complex, a new type of hunger; the hunger for Elena, and not just her blood. Hunger for the taste of her strawberry Chapstick and the feeling of her small waist under his capable hands. Hunger for her bare skin against his and the friction that somehow made his dead heart beat faster. He didn't quite know when it had happened, but the second, newer hunger was winning, it had over taken his instinctual need for the nectar that was blood, and he was happy about it. Happy that he was not praying on random women in a random country, but was instead here with his princess, his salvation, feeling more alive than he had ever felt, even when he was a human.

Instead of lunging for her throat, he fought the instinct and positioned her head differently, tilting her chin to him. He pressed his lips softly against Elena's, and kissed her. It was everything, just like it always was, every kiss made Damon sore inside, made him feel like every bad thing he'd ever done- which was a lot- was being redeemed. She certainly was his salvation. If there ever was any way that Damon could sneak into heaven, it would be clinging onto Elena's wings for dear life. He kissed her like he was going to die- again- and he was breathing his last gasp of oxygen through her lips, he wasn't going to waste a minute that he spent with Elena, he was going to cherish every fucking second. He was going to love her until he met the true death.

He felt Elena whimper slightly into his mouth and pulled away, giving her a second to breath. He sometimes forgot that she was still human, still human after all that had happened to her. She looked into his eyes and stroked his face, making him melt into the warmth of her hand; Elena was always warm, it was like she held the sun inside of her aura.

"I love you" Even now, whenever she said it, Damon felt and internal burst of joy, joy and appreciation to the angel that had saved him. Saved him from himself.

"I love you too"

He kissed her cheek, her nose, her closed eyelids; he kissed her everywhere he could think of, while still letting her get her breath back. He didn't want his lips to leave her skin, didn't want the taste of her to fade from his lips.

"Let's do it soon Damon" She gasped into his ear "Get married I mean, let's do it soon. I want it to be official; I want to give myself to you"

He pulled away from the spot on her temple where he was currently nibbling and gazed into her perfect eyes.

"Anytime, anywhere. Whenever you want" He whispered back, not breaking eye contact for a second, completely trapped in her gaze, his mind filled with one thought and one thought only. Elena.

He crushed their lips together like he had done so many times before, bringing her body even closer to him until they were flush against each other, no part of them not touching. They kissed for hours, when Elena lost her breath, Damon found other places to kiss, other places to love. No one saw them up there, no one saw the couple floating on the whispers of the wind. No one heard either, no one heard the whispered I love you's and promises of eternity in each other's arms. No one saw all the love in the world, being held in a certain young man's eyes as his maiden wrapped herself up into his arms.