Afternoon Miss Gilbert
"Afternoon, Miss Gilbert," Damon greeted, sliding up next to Elena as she walked out of Mystic Falls High.
"Good afternoon, Mr Salvatore," Elena returned lightly an impulsive smile flitting across her face, but she continued seriously, "What are you doing here Damon?"
"Just picking up a beautiful young maiden from school, I know she's a little young for me but I can't help but corrupt the young, they are so tasty. Wouldn't happen to know anyone fitting that description would you?"
"Very funny Damon," Elena elbowed him and grinned. "But I can't, I have to study. And besides I think we should give it some time. You're right, we can't tell Stefan, and I don't like the idea of sneaking around. Last night was a mistake."
"Hold it right there," Damon intercepted, stepping in front of her and leaning in close. "Don't give me that Elena. We've done this dance. This is happening. Stop lying to yourself. Or I swear I will tell Stefan all about it."
"Don't blackmail me Damon; I can't believe you would go there after everything. I thought you had changed," Elena was fuming. "I don't know what I was thinking."
"Damn it Elena, we're going to fight, we're going to disagree, that's what we do, that's what makes us alive. Well you anyway," he smirked. "Stefan doesn't need to know anything right now, he's too messed up right now, but he's used to us spending time together, we don't have to stop that because of him. You're the one who said you wanted to take it slow. This is slow. This is painfully slow for me, but I can't keep begging you to treat me like I matter. I'm not going to follow you around like some love sick puppy forever Elena, I'm not really a teenager or have you forgotten that?"
"I haven't forgotten anything. Look, I have to study, because I am a teenager, and I was an honour roll student until my parents died and vampires started trying to kill me. And if that's a problem, if you're not willing to date a real girl then we won't. But if you're serious about this, come by the house around dinner, like a normal boyfriend and we'll try it. We'll see if we can do it. I'm not running Damon, I'm sick of running."
"Good," Damon smiled; his whole body seemed to relax slightly. "See you at seven," his eyes darted around quickly and then back to hers and he leant in for a kiss that was so fast that only Caroline or Stefan would have seen it. It felt like the brush of the wind on her lips, if the wind had probing tongue and left her lips pleasantly bruised.
Elena looked around her, slightly dazed. "What if Stefan sees?"
"Go ahead, slap me, I can take it."
So she did, but it was playful more than painful and it was all she could do to keep from laughing as Damon pretended to nurse his jaw. "I do like my women fiery."
"Later, Damon," Elena emphasised.