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June 2006
She was exhausted. She had the brunch shift at work and when one of the other waitresses called out she had to stay for the early evening shift. All she wanted to do was to go home, change into her PJ's, and call Damon.
Ever since that night of Stefan and Caroline's engagement party they had been inseparable. He'd made it clear his feelings for her and when he kissed her, she couldn't deny the attraction any longer. It was something she'd never felt with anyone ever.
She trudged up the stairs and as she approached her door, she realized someone was standing in front of it. The blonde man turned around and smiled at her.
"Matt," she said.
"Hey, Elena," he smiled and shifted out of the way so she could unlock her door.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I wanted to talk to you," he said as she opened her door.
"Ok, come on in," she let him inside and kicked her door close, "What's going on?"
"I should've never cheated on you," he said suddenly.
"Matt, where is this coming from?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
She and Matt dated almost a year earlier and he cheated on her then made her feel like it was her lack of experience between the sheets that caused him to cheat. As far as she knew that was the end of it and there would never be anything between them again.
"I... I... uh," Matt stuttered, "I saw you with him. He's bad news, 'Lena."
"Who I do and do not see is none of your business anymore," she snapped, "What is this about?"
"I miss you," he said, stepping closer to her. She had an immediate sinking feeling in her gut.
"Matt," she said taking his hand in hers, "We ended things for a reason and we're never going to get back together."
"Elena, things never ended for me," Matt said passionately.
Before Elena could respond a million things happened at once. Matt pulled her into his chest and crashed his lips on hers. As much as she struggled against him, his arms around her was too strong. At the same time, she heard the front door open.
"The fuck is going on here?" Came a booming voice from the doorway.
Thankfully Matt was caught by surprise and she could successfully push him off her. She turned to the voice from the doorway.
"Damon," she whispered.
"Who is this, Elena?" He yelled, "What is going on?"
"Damon, I can explain. I swear!" Elena said, tears instantly streaming down her face.
"I'm her ex-boyfriend and I'm here to get her back," Matt boomed, puffing his chest out.
"Would you shut the fuck up, Matt?" Elena screamed at him, "Just leave. You only cause problems where ever you go and I will not allow you to do that to my life again."
"Well, I'll just leave you two to it," Damon said sarcastically.
"Damon, don't. Please," Elena begged, "It's not what it looked like, please just don't leave like this."
Matt was long forgotten at the thought of Damon leaving her. She couldn't think about anything but making him stay.
"I really don't want to hear anymore," his voice was low and deadly. He turned on his heel and started out the door.
"Damon, please," she sobbed. She didn't care that she was begging. She didn't care that Matt was watching the whole scene.
Damon didn't listen.
"He left," she cried to herself as her knees buckled and she folded in on herself.
"He's an idiot," Matt's voice came into her ears. Her eyes darted to him and he looked frightened by the venom he saw there.
"Get the hell out of my house," Elena growled from the floor.
Without hesitation, Matt left the apartment and closed the door on his way out, leaving Elena heartbroken on the floor.
Present Day
"Thank you both. We'll have everything ready by Friday," the funeral planner rose from the table.
"Thank you," Stefan said, rising to shake her hand and Damon followed suit.
They both collapsed back into their seats.
"How are you doing with all this?" Damon asked. He knew Stefan had a very different relationship with their father than he did.
"I'm doing ok. Caroline has been great. I've more felt guilty because I'm not that sad," Stefan said honestly.
"I know exactly what you mean," Damon sighed. His thoughts were a million miles from funeral plans. Actually only about six miles from the restaurant they were in. With Elena. In her bed.
He shook his head and sighed again. He was so screwed. He should've known he'd never be able to resist her.
"What's wrong, brother?" Stefan said, he knew that look and it had nothing to do with funeral arrangements.
"You really need to stop being so observant," Damon chuckled.
"It's not observant, I just know you. So out with it," Stefan prodded, "Is this about Elena?"
Damon didn't know how to respond, so he tried to keep his face impassive.
"Damon," Stefan groaned, taking his silence as the affirmative, "What were you thinking?"
"I don't know, Stefan!" Damon hissed, trying to keep his voice even,
"This is a very bad idea," Stefan shook his head.
"I know that. You don't think I know that?" Damon snapped, "It took me ages to come to terms with the fact that she was gone and now she's back and I can't control anything around her. I'm not in control."
"I'm not going to tell you what to do, Damon. I know what she meant- means- to you. But you have a lot of other factors to consider," Stefan said, "I'm just saying think before you act, because someone will end up heartbroken at the end of all this and I couldn't handle it if it was you again."
With that, he stood, dropped a few bills on the table to cover their lunch, and left the restaurant leaving Damon alone with his thoughts and Stefan's words bouncing around in his mind.
He knew Stefan was right. Someone would get hurt, but when the thought of Elena ending up hurt, it physically hurt him. She had been the one that got hurt in the long run. As angry as he had once been, all that flew right out the window when he learned the truth. In his heart, he always knew that there had to be something that would force her out of his life. And he never really blamed her, no matter how much he wanted to. Or how much he wanted to hate her, it just wasn't possible.
The truth of the matter was, he missed her. She was charming and carefree. She knew him inside and out and she proved that her memory was still as sharp as ever last night. He still had her memorized, ever hill and valley of her. He missed the way she smiled, the way she always knew what he was thinking. He even missed that sinking, all-consuming feeling that she was made just for him.
Yep, he was so screwed.
He was an absolute glutton for punishment. He knew it, but he couldn't resist her now that he had tasted her again after all these years. After he learned that she never wanted to leave him.
He tried to put his overactive mind at rest with the day he had, all he wanted to do was just be with her. Even if just for tonight.
He knocked gently on her door and waited.
"Be right the-" she was cut off by a big clattering sound. He smiled to himself as he heard her cursing and picturing her frantically running around trying to fix things.
The door swung open to reveal Elena. She was so beautiful and he had been reminded of that the past two days. She only got more beautiful over the years.
Her hair was floating around her shoulders and she was wearing a white sun dress. Her face instantly lit up when she saw him and in return his lit up for the first time that day. He didn't realize how much he needed this until he saw her.
"Hi," she said a little breathlessly.
"Hey," he smiled back at her as he walked into her house.
The lights were dimmed and there were candles lit all through the entry way and into the kitchen. There was music playing softly. It was like she knew this was exactly what he needed.
"This is amazing, Elena," Damon said, still awestruck. Her answering smile made his stomach start fluttering. Damon Salvatore and fluttering do not belong in the same sentence.
He sat down at the table and watched her move around the kitchen. He sipped the wine she had on the table as she walked over and placed his plate in front of him.
"Spaghetti?" He laughed.
"Don't make fun, you know that's the only thing I've mastered," she giggled along with him.
He took a bite and it was better than he remembered.
"Well, if it's possible, you're spaghetti has only gotten better with age," he complimented. Her answering blush was all the thanks he needed.
They laughed all through dinner and Damon could feel the stress from the day disappearing in her presence.
She was giggling at something he said as she was putting her wine glass to her mouth which caused her to spill all over her white dress.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry, 'Lena!" He jumped up.
"No, no," she placed a hand on his arm, "It's fine. I own really good stain remover."
He could only smile at her. He was staring right into the face of his Elena. He loved how carefree she was and the situation only intensified that.
"Oh my gosh!" She gasped, making him jump, "I love this song!"
He watched her jump up from the table. While he thought she was going to dance on her own, she came right to him and tugged him out of his seat. He reluctantly followed her to the middle of her living room. He was never one for dancing, but with her it was hard to hate anything that made her that happy.
You had me dim the lights
You danced just like a child
The wine spilled on your dress
And all you did was smile
His hands had minds of their own as one wound around her waist and the other took her hand in his. She smiled as he pulled her close, her hand took up into the hair on the back of his neck.
They danced effortlessly and Elena let out a peal of laughter as he twirled and dipped her. When he pulled her back up their gazes locked and their labored breaths mingled together. It was like time had stopped and the only two people on the planet were them. That's how it always was with her. She always had the ability to make him feel like the only man in the world.
He couldn't help the call of her lips to his and he leaned forward and answered the call. They stood in the living room for a few very long moments just reveling in each other's kiss.
She pulled away to give her lungs the air they were screaming for and his lips found their way to the column of her throat. His hands explored the soft curves of her sides and back.
"Damon," she whispered breathlessly.
"Mmm?" He mumbled from the crook of her neck.
"Make love to me," she breathed out.
His eyes snapped to hers and he saw the total trust in them he used to see so many years ago.
Without anymore hesitation he lifted her legs around her waist and gave her exactly what she asked for.
I bet y'all were expecting some sh** to hit the fan! Anyone? That's ok. It's coming, but the flashback story took a very unexpected turn so I decided that present day Damon and Elena needed some happy time before things got rough.
PS: How are we liking Damon and Stefan's relationship? Do we want to see more? Because I totally love them having that real and strong brotherly bond.
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