Elena's POV

My eyelids fluttered open to the first beam of sunlight that cast its way through the glass window that was framed in black oak. I rubbed my eyes a little and was about to hop out of bed to brush my teeth, as was my habit every morning, but stopped myself, noticing Damon's arm around me and stayed where I was and gently snuggled into his chest, smiling. It made me smile just thinking of him. That was when I noticed myself tracing the flat panes of his stomach, very gently. He was amazing. Gorgeous. No one should be allowed to have abs like that. Not even Stefan's abs could compare. I almost laughed, "Because abs are what matter most, of course." I thought.

"You're staring." I suddenly heard someone murmur into my hair.

I looked up, immediately placing my hand flat on Damon's chest, blushing at the thought of having to admit to Damon that I was admiring his abs. He would never let me forget.

"I'm not staring." I said, rather unconvincingly seeing as my cheeks insisted on blushing against my will.

"Go tell your face that." Damon laughed, stroking my cheeks as I looked up at him.

I had never seen Damon so happy. Just happy. No sarcasm or cynicism behind those eyes or hanging on those perfect lips. Just….pure happiness. I reached up, stroking his cheek as gently as I could, as he had done to me so many times before. Damon, looking lovingly back at me took my hand from his face, entwining his fingers along with mine and gently pulled me up from his chest, bringing my face up to his and kissed my lips, just gently, barely brushing against mine. The kiss was soft, as were his lips, like the cool, smooth petals of a black magic rose, which were roses of such a deep, velvet red, that it looked almost black.

"I love you." I murmured against his lips.

"I love you too." Damon whispered back and with one hand snaking around my waist and resting on the small of my back and the other twisting itself in my hair, crushing the ends gently.

I pulled away unwillingly, not opening my eyes immediately.

"I should go take a shower." I said, looking up into Damon's clear, ocean blue eyes that sparkled with so much passion that you could get lost in them just looking.

"Sounds great. Let's go." Damon clutched my hand, starting to stand up, walking towards the shower.

I pulled him down back to the bed, and Damon fell onto it with an exaggeratingly loud thump.

"Owwwwww." He pouted. "You hurt me. Wanna kiss me better." He said, leaning towards my face eagerly.

"Eww! Gross!" I laughed and gave him a mocking shove and ran to the bathroom before he could react.

Damon's POV

I laughed, I'd have to get her back for that one. There is only so much my excessive pride can take and due to Elena's witty remarks, my pride's been pretty battered as of….since Stefan left, I guess. It was strange. I spent so long hating my brother, but I knew I loved him…deep down there..somewhere..I laughed. Yeah, I guess it was one of the reason why I haven't killed him all those years. Sure, I may have hated him for a long time. After all, he was the one who made me turn unwillingly. I didn't want this. My life had ended with Katherine. Until I found Elena of course. I guess I owed to Stefan.

I suppose I should thank him, it's been hell of a ride…

But yeah, whatever it is, Stefan's my brother and I had no doubt that he could take care of himself fine, but he's been on bunny blood and birds for so long that I can't be too sure that he's strong enough doing whatever it is that he ran off to do. It really must have been important because he would never have left Elena here.

I grabbed some new clothes and went to the other bathroom just down the corridor. Thank goodness I had another bathroom built. I never really thought about why, there was just this empty room and I honestly didn't know what to do with it and Stefan was like, "Why don't we stick another bathroom into our house?" I was like, "Yeah, why not."

I laughed again, a short, sarcastic sound. I turned on the shower tap and let the hot water fall down onto my body. I closed my eyes briefly, enjoying the sensation. Opening them again, I felt better already. I would find Stefan, I had to. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to him. What would I do about Elena? I didn't want to leave her either.

I looked stared at the grey granite in front of me and saw the water droplets fall all round my peripheral vision. I'd never really thought about showers before. Who did? I really found myself thinking about it this time though. The water droplets looked like little liquid diamonds falling in a cascade of…cleanliness in all aspects all around me. Water healed in so many different ways. No wonder Aristotelians believed water to be the source of all life, which it is. It is also helped clear the mind, you know? It's like standing there, the steam building up and water crashing down, just maps out all of your feelings, emotions into something finally legible, not scrawled up and impossible to read and decipher when it is stuck in your mind. Trapped. Unable to get out.

I breathed out, almost as if I was bracing myself for the impact of what would come next, and turned of the shower. I stepped out and towelled myself dry, putting on the fresh new clothes. I actually loved it, the feeling you get when you step out of the shower and the heat still lingers, not quite wanting to leave yet. I looked at myself in the mirror. Black v-neck short sleeve, dark washed Armani jeans. Check.

I guess it's kind of a habit, really, to look myself in the mirror. Not really out of vanity, but more because I remember my tutor in Italy all those years ago, had always insisted that aristocrats should dress the part and look it. It was all about dignity really. Not vanity. I kind of missed my tutor. He was great. I would have been able to learn more from him, if it weren't for Katherine and all that turning us into a vampire and such. I had to leave because I couldn't control my blood lust back then and I didn't want to put him in anyone in danger, least of all him.

Benvolio. That was his name. I had always teased him for being named after Romeo's best friend in the play. It was a great laugh though, how similar he was to the character, though.

I opened the bathroom door and bumped right into Elena.

"Da- Wha- There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" Elena pouted, as if I had done something terribly wrong.

"I'm so sorry, love." I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "How 'bout I make it up to you. I'll cook you some breakfast. What do you want?"

"I don't know…Surprise me." Elena smiled.

God, I love her when she smiles.

"Sure, do you want bacon, waffles.." I stopped because Elena had stepped towards me, closing the gap in between us.

I could have sworn that my heart quickened its pace as I was backed up against the wall.

Then, she leaned in and kissed me.

Closing my eyes, I kissed her back, holding her in my arms. I deepened the kiss, running my fingers through her hair, enjoying her feeling so close to me. I loved her so much and I tried to tell her that somehow, through the kiss.

I love you Elena. I love you so, so much.

Then she pulled back a little, her hands still wrapped around my neck.

"I love you Damon." She said softly.

It had been a life time ago, the last time I heard those words.

"I love you too." I whispered and tilted her face gently upwards to mine again and I kissed her.

Elena's POV

The fire that burned inside my now, the fire that Damon had sparked inside me, all that passion that Stefan had never really sparked now revealed itself.

I loved Damon Salvatore with so much more than just the normality of the average relationship. I loved him with a fire that could never be put out.

Our tongues battled for dominance and before I knew it, it was me who was backed up against a wall, Damon's body pushing up against mine and my love for him just continued to well up inside me.

Shit, I wanted Damon.

He must have been having the same idea too because a moment later, I felt Damon pick me up and use his vampire speed and a millisecond later found myself lying on Damon's bed again, kissing him, my fingers tangling themselves in his dark, velvet hair.

A/N: SOOOOOO How did you like it? Too cheesy? Not really? Was it ok? I'd LOVE to get more reviews and they mean SO much to me! :) Lemons coming up next…so just a warning. UM. YEAH. Soo…is it Delena-y enough? Just slip me a short review on what you want to see next, what you think Katherine is up to, etc. etc.

-Aly xxoo

On another note, did you watch the new episode, THE LAST DAY? WAS IT AMAZING OR WHAT? I'm so scared for everyone. I cant imagine ANYONE dying let alone 3 MAIN CHARACTERS. *Spoiler* And like :( If Jeremy dies..or Tyler…AND OMG! DAMON GOT BITTEN BY A WOLF! AHHH..I KNOW he won't die..but still! CANT WAIT TILL THE NEXT EPI!

Oh andddd, next chapter will be up ASAP :) Trying my best to write as fast as I can here.