"Please, Damon." I said, cocking my head to the side as he sighed and turned around to face me.

My high school prom was coming around the corner and as I was now a junior I would be able to attend. I still remember the way his arms and touch felt when he took Stefan's place at Miss Mystic Falls. God, he could dance.

"Elena, I'm a 170-year old vampire who has absolutely no urges to enter into the PG-rated version of Woodstock at Mystic Falls."

My eyes narrowed and as I was about to work closer to badgering him into taking me, I remembered the being that was standing in front of me and the way said beings' mind worked. A small smile caused my lips to turn upwards and as I turned back around to face my mirror and adjust my top, I saw his eyebrows furrow in curiosity at my change in demeanor.

I gave a drawn-out sigh and said to him without turning to look,

"I understand, Damon. You've probably been to hundreds of these types of dances in your lifetime. I just thought it would be nice to see you in a tux again."

I saw him place his hands on his hips and raise one inquisitive eyebrow as I sauntered past him, grabbing my school bag from his desk.

"Besides, a man of your age probably feels rusty in the face of us eighteen year olds on the dance floor. I probably would just be better off accepting Matt's invitation."

His eyes steeled over and as I went to walk past, his hand grabbed me around my waist and the world tilted as I was dipped down in his arms so far my hair was skimming the floor. I gasped at both the sudden movement and the way his eyes stared down intently into mine, his handsomeness causing a pink blush to come to my cheeks.

"First off, you and I both know I am anything but rusty. Secondly, I will snap his neck if he seriously had the intention on taking you anywhere that involves you in a dress and a dance floor. And lastly, you really think you can manipulate me, your vampire lover, into prom?" He asked, his face never once moving away from mine as my hands held tightly onto his biceps, feeling the steely muscles underneath the black shirt he wore.

"I don't know…is it working?" I asked hopefully, my heart pounding at the look in his eyes and the small smirk that made my heart skip a beat.

I squealed as he brought me back up as fast as he had taken me down but he held me tightly against his chest so that my feet dangled above the floor. He began moving us around my room in an overly dramatic waltz and all I could do was cling to his neck as my feet swayed into the air around me.

Sometimes I forgot how physically strong Damon was, what he was capable of, and it was moments like this when he was twirling me around as if I weighed nothing but a feather that reminded me and caused my body to warm.

"Miss Gilbert, it would be my honor."

I laughed and brought my head down towards him, planting my lips squarely on his as he held me in the middle of my room, sunlight streaming through the windows.

PROM NIGHT

I heard the doorbell ring and took a deep breath as my stomach filled with butterflies, my heels clacking on the hardwood floor as I went to open the door. I don't know what was different about tonight, but it was making me feel like it was the first time I was going on a date with Damon. Utterly ridiculous…

I opened the door and my thoughts immediately died as I saw him leaning, ever so James Dean like, against my doorway. He looked incredible. The tux was fitted exactly to his body and the dark shirt he wore instead of the traditional white caused his eyes to pop out and make my heart trip over itself.

"You look amazing." I breathed, not quite believing that the beautiful man in front of me was actually mine.

"You're exquisite." He responded back with in a soft tone that made my toes curl as he walked slowly inside, shutting the door behind him soundly and never once letting my eyes leave his.

I had picked out a full-skirt red strapless dress with asymmetrical beadings, a drop waist and corset backing. He circled around me predatorily and murmured low in his throat,

"Mmm…."

My eyes closed at the noise and when I opened them he was in front of me, eyes dark and full of heat and love and before he could move forward I put my hands on his chest and said firmly,

"We are going to this dance."

He gave me an adorable pout before pulling my hips towards his making me gasp and grab hold his arms.

"Yes Miss Gilbert. Just don't expect for me to make this easy on you."

"Do you ever?" I countered saucily.

He smiled at me and released one arm from my back to run his knuckles across my cheek and down my jaw line causing me to close my eyes and lean into his touch. Every time he touched me, the world around us condensed into just him and me and any worries or anxiety the day had created simply disappeared.

"Do you love me?"

I smiled softly and opened my eyes to his, both open and so full of light that a bubble of happiness came to my heart as I grabbed his hand softly in mine.

"With everything I am."

"For how long?"

"Forever."

He smiled and leaned into me slowly, brushing his lips against mine and causing my eyes to roll softly backwards behind my closed lid. It was in this moment that I knew my stance on who and what I wanted to become would change.