A/N: Howdy! Happy New Year! I hope you all enjoyed your New Year's day! And without further ado, here is the latest chapter of Fancy Footwork!

Damon got super shitfaced and Elena came to save the day. After doing some dirty grinding on the floor, Damon and Elena start making out and getting handsy before going back to her apartment. Elena snapped into her senses and stopped from going any further and the both fell asleep on her couch.

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EPOV

Elena had woken up to the sounds of whimpering and shaking. The couch was shifting a lot more than the occasional toss and turn while sleeping.

Opening her eyes slowly, she started to register her surroundings. It was still dark outside as she saw through the window. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, it was 3AM and apparently she was in her living room. Rubbing her eyes, she rolled over to see Damon fast asleep besides him.

Except maybe he wasn't fast asleep. Drops of sweat seemed to gather at his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed in pain as he thrashed around every once in a while. Letting out a small gasp, she heard him muttering things in his sleep.

Not quite sure what to really make out of it, she brushed the tufts of his hair that were beginning to stick to his forehead before leaning in and whispering soft words of encouragement, stroking the hair on the back of his neck. She closed her eyes and repeated the same things her Aunt Jenna used to whisper to her at night after the accident and then after some time, Damon stopped tensing up. The tension seemed to slowly ease out his body and restful sleep seeped into his soul.

Letting out a quite sigh of bliss, Elena tried to roll off the couch to go back to her bed, but bands of warmth wrapped tightly around her. Instead of fighting it, she let her eyes flutter closed again. The last thing she registered in her mind was the now even breathing of Damon, her palm rested against his warm chest.

Elena's eyes snapped open when this insistent sharp poking kept poking at the same spot over and over again. Her eyes focused on the now calm and resting Damon. His face seemed so carefree, no longer marred with the nightmares. His beauty asleep was unfair, as Elena itched to reach out and play with his raven hair as she had done earlier this morning.

"Elena," the voice hissed quietly.

Elena's eyes widened in fear. Oh god, how could she have forgotten? Caroline was here. Caroline was here and Elena was in the living room, snuggling with Damon. She could just imagine the scene Caroline had come across. Shirtless Damon and Elena snuggling together, trapped in a lover's embrace. Their legs tangled, their hands resting on bare skin, the blanket tossed aside in favor for the warmth radiating off each other.

"Elena, you have got some explaining to do," Caroline hissed at her once again before poking her butt with the end of her heel again.

Closing her eyes and letting out her breath, she detangled herself from Damon's arms. Once she dragged herself out of his embrace, he rolled over onto his back and showcased Elena and Caroline the athlete's body he maintained. Both momentarily distracted by his abs and his happy trail, Caroline snapped her attention back to Elena before grabbing onto her forearm and dragging her down the hallway.

"You want to explain to me why you're cuddling with Damon Salvatore, man whore and basically famous soccer play, on our couch? In our living room? He was shirtless!" Caroline said in a hushed voice, basically about to have an aneurism.

"It's not what it looks like, Care. It's nothing along those lines," Elena said, trying her best to calm down Caroline to her best ability.

"Oh, so you weren't going to sleep with him? And when did you start hanging out with him? He's an asshole!" Caroline said with an accusing tone, her hands on her hips.

"No! I mean, we were go- It's really not what it looks like!" Elena said back in a hushed voice before closing her eyes and trying to calm down.

Elena paused and pursed her lips. She knew Caroline had a slight infatuation with Damon but her protection for Elena was far greater than lust for Damon.

"We didn't do anything. Just a lot of kissing and you know, feeling up each other," Elena blushed at even saying those words.

"Elena. You… I mean, you can do what you want. But just, after Matt… and with Damon of all people? He's only going to tear you a part," Caroline pulled Elena's hands into her own, before squeezing them. Elena knew Caroline was only looking out for Elena, after everything she had been through. She wasn't sure how she almost tumbled into bed with Damon and she wasn't sure how she pulled up the strength to stop them. It was like trying to stop a tornado from raging on. A fire that couldn't be put out between them.

"I appreciate the concern, Care. Really. And I asked him to be my dance partner for my audition. Mason bailed on me," Elena's voice trailed off as she was reminded the first reason why she was left partner-less in the first place.

"Just be careful, and keep me updated. It's not every day your roommate might hook up with a potential famous athlete," Caroline said with a smile before pulling Elena into a hug.

Letting out a small chuckle, Elena wrapped her arms around Caroline and laughed softly before she heard Damon on the phone with someone.

"Jesus, just calm down and stop fuckin' screaming. Yeah, I'm coming," Damon gruffly said into the phone.

"Okay, I'll deal with Mr. Hungover," Elena said before pulling away from Caroline.

Damon was half conscious when he felt his arm wrapped around another soft warm body. His arms were wrapped around this body, hands resting on their lower back, warmth pressing through his hands. His legs was tangled with another, warmth bleeding through to warm his legs. He felt a head pressed against his chest, palms resting against his lower abs.

Letting out a content sigh, he drifted off back to sleep. He vaguely remember feeling the warm body leave but woke up a few minutes later due to the hushed voices arguing.

Sitting up, Damon stretched his arms above his head before resting back against the couch. Damon tried cataloguing his thoughts on what happened last night. He went to a party, got shitfaced, Elena came and got him. Wait, Elena came for him. They… danced? They kissed. They definitely kissed and he remembered continuously squeezing her ass. Oh god. They came to her apartment. Did they?

Damon looked around and just noticed he was shirtless. They didn't, did they? Damon shut his eyes and tried harder to remember things. He remembered getting into her apartment. They were getting steamy with each other, but they stopped. Elena asked them to stop and then they fell asleep together.

Damon let out a sigh of relief but also felt strangely disappointed. God, this was going to be awkward.

All of the sudden, his phone started ringing. Digging through the couch, Damon managed to pull out his phone before answering.

"'ello?" Damon said as he tried walking around the living room, looking for his shirt.

"Where are you?!" A high pitched shriek pierced through the phone.

"Ugh, turn down your voice. I'm at… a friend's apartment," Damon said as he sat back down on the couch and started flipping through a magazine. All of the sudden Bon Appetite sounded like a great magazine to read.

"You were supposed to help me pack my things! You were supposed to be here an hour ago!" Katherine's voice pierced through the phone once again.

"Jesus, just calm down and stop fuckin' screaming. Yeah, I'm coming," Damon gruffly said into the phone. "I'll be there in twenty minutes, Katherine."

Hanging up the phone, Damon stood up and looked around the living room before hearing Elena approach him from behind.

"Looking for your shirt?" Elena said meekly. Turning around, he saw Elena standing there with his shirt folding in her hands.

"Yeah, thanks," Damon gave her his kilowatt smile before taking it and slipping it over his head, although he didn't miss the way Elena's scanned down his body.

"Was that your girlfriend?" Elena said, her eyes narrowing on Damon.

His swallowed, all of the sudden nervous.

"Uhhh, it's complicated. She's more of a… fling," Damon said but he felt like he didn't phrase it that well considering what had almost happened between them.

"Right," Elena said before crossing her arms across her chest.

"Look Elen-"

"Damon you nee-" as they both spoke over each other at the same time.

"Ladies, first," Damon said before tucking his hands into his pocket.

Elena seemed to be conflicted with what she wanted to say.

"I think you should leave. I'll see you at practice." Elena's expression seemed to harden, glaze over to show him no other emotion than indifference. Was she jealous? Was she just going to just ignore what had almost happened last night?

"Um, yeah. Sure." Damon tapped his pockets to make sure he had his keys, phone, and wallet. Surprisingly, he had all these articles with him still.

Elena walked him over to the door before giving him a small, forced smile.

"Okay, um, I guess I'll see you later," and with that, Elena's door closed in front of him. Damon knew it was going to be an awkward conversation between them but what Elena emulated wasn't even awkwardness. It was just coldness. Scratching his head, Damon let out a sigh before shaking his head. There was just too much to deal with at the moment.

Noting to himself that he should speak with Elena about what happened, he started his walk to Katherine's apartment.

A/N: Not my best but it's a chapter none the less. I feel like I've been writing chapters but something's missing from my writing ever since I started updating again. Maybe I'm just heartbroken about Delena from the last episode. Sigh, I'll figure it out.

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