A/N: I've decided to rename the fic…obviously. This used to be called Fate vs. Freewill. Enjoy!
"So, maybe it will be better if we all just get everything out on the table?" Elena asked the room, looking around to see the reactions of all her friends'. Judging by their expressions, they were not super fond of her idea.
"We could!...Or we could, you know, not." Caroline suggested. Tyler narrowed his eyes at her words and gritted his teeth. Elena gently rubbed her jaw, feeling what Tyler was inflicting upon himself.
"Oh come on, guys!" Elena said, leaning forward, "We used to tell each other everything. What happened?"
"The Salvatore's happened." Matt's voice rang through everyone's head. They all looked at him and Elena raised one eyebrow. Matt read their expressions and cleared his throat, "You weren't supposed to hear that."
"Yeah, well, we did." Damon leaned forward predatorily, obviously trying to scare Matt.
Elena placed her hand on Damon's knee to calm him down. The moment her hand touched his leg, she felt a rush that she had never felt before. It was like her body was a furnace. Her heart beat picked up and she felt her breath catch in her throat. An overwhelming amount of joy and love flooded her system.
Elena instantly turned her head towards Damon in shock. She knew why she had never felt that way before, because she wasn't feeling it. Damon read her look and simply responded by covering and clasping her hand in his. Elena looked down at the gesture and let a small smile crawl across her cheeks.
"Can we separate these two or something?" Jeremy chimed in.
"I second that." Caroline said. Elena rolled her eyes and leaned back onto the couch. Damon pulled his hand away from hers and rested it on the bare skin of her knee.
Elena felt a wave of jealousy and envy hit her from the corner of the room where Stefan sat. She looked at him sympathetically and he quickly turned away, unable to accept her sympathy.
"How about we get back to the confessions idea, Elena?" Tyler asked, leaning forward in his seat to stare down Caroline. The tension so intense that Elena squirmed with Caroline.
"Tyler—."
"Will you just tell me already?!" Tyler demanded. Caroline flinched at his tone.
"I can't…" She said hesitantly.
"You can't? Why?!" Tyler exclaimed. Just then, a surprising memory flashed through everyone's mind.
"Stefan, calm down…" Memory-Caroline walked up to a pacing Stefan.
"Calm down?! She kissed him. She kissed Damon on a drunken instinct!" Memory-Stefan shouted. He began pacing again, but Memory-Caroline grabbed his wrist and forced him to stop and look at her.
"It doesn't mean anything. She loves you, remember?"
"Does she?" Memory-Stefan paused and searched her face.
"It's all going to be fine," Memory-Caroline assured. She hesitated before placing her hands comfortingly on his shoulders. An eerie silence fell over the room. They were staring intently into each other's eyes. Memory-Caroline subconsciously rubbed his shoulders.
Then, almost out of nowhere, their lips were melding together. Memory-Caroline pulled away and gasped.
"That was a mistake."
The memory faded away leaving the room silent in shock. Tyler was glancing between Caroline and Stefan with his mouth agape. Elena cleared her throat, breaking the silence.
"So, that's all? A kiss?" Elena asked. Considering all the things that Elena had done with Damon while still dating Stefan, a kiss seemed like nothing.
"Yes." Caroline said.
"No." Stefan said at the same time. They both glanced at each other. Elena felt Caroline's guilt starting to diffuse as the truth came out, but she also felt her fear and worry.
"Fine, no. The night you told Stefan about you and Damon, we slept together." Caroline admitted. External silence fell over the room again, but internal thoughts were screaming. Tyler was trying to wrap his mind around everything that was just dumped on him.
"So, you cheated on me." Tyler said matter-of-factly. Caroline's face twisted into a grimace.
"Not exactly," She defended. Tyler cocked his head to the side.
"How is that not cheating, Caroline?!"
"Well, it happened that night we had that huge argument and broke up…before we got back together." Caroline said. Elena perked up.
"How did I not know any of this?" Elena internally questioned. Damon raised his eyebrows and scooted up to where his lips were brushing against her ear.
"You were a little preoccupied," He whispered seductively. Elena's breath caught in her throat at his words. She knew that she was treading on dangerous ground because everything she felt was mirrored on her friends, and Damon was good at riling her up.
Elena could hear her heartbeat heavy in her ears as Damon lightly stroked her thigh with his thumb.
Her friends' thoughts were still loud in her mind. They all seemed a little too preoccupied with their own drama to focus on Damon and Elena, but Elena still didn't want to take any chances. But, she wasn't always in control when it came to Damon.
Suddenly, the jumble of everyone's thoughts stopped and Elena could only hear her own internal dialogue. She perked up, looking around the room. Everyone also noticed the sudden silence.
"Finally, some peace and quiet," Damon mumbled and Elena half-smiled at his humor.
"Is it done?" Matt directed his question towards Bonnie.
"I don't know." Bonnie responded. They all silently looked around the room, waiting for the voices to return. After a while, it seemed like they were finally free.
Damon's hand lingered on her leg, lightly tracing patterns on her skin with his fingers. Elena was thankful that everyone was out of her mind because the thoughts and emotions that plagued her were rather inappropriate.
Her body heated up as thoughts of Damon consumed her senses. She somehow managed to censor her thoughts earlier, but now everything came bursting through the floodgates. She replayed the first full night that she had spent with Damon.
Elena was in the kitchen making tea when Damon surprised her by grabbing her waist and spinning her around.
He kissed her before she could speak. Elena dropped her mug to pull him closer to her. She remembered Damon picking her up and laying her down on the divider, violently pushing everything off of the counter and onto the ground. Things crashed and broke as they hit the floor, but Damon and Elena didn't care—they were too infatuated in each other. Elena leaned up and grabbed Damon by the lapels of his shirt, pulling him back down to her lips. She remembered the anxious, impatient feeling she had from the distance their clothes created between them. So, she ripped his shirt off his body, and he did the same to her.
She remembered all of it—the way his touches went from rough to gentle at just the right moments, the way his kisses left trails of fire lingering on her skin, the way she felt fulfilled and complete when he finally connected their bodies.
She remembered what she whispered to him as he came down from his high and relaxed on top of her—"Why do you feel so inevitable to me?"
"Elena…Elena…" Damon's voice brought her back from her reverie. She jumped at the sudden realization of where she was and cleared her throat.
"Sorry, what?" Elena attempted to act nonchalant. Matt and Bonnie snickered and Elena looked at them, perplexed.
"I think I'm traumatized." Jeremy said, staring at the ground with his hands in his hair. Elena furrowed her brow in confusion. Then, it hit her. Her heart sunk and her cheeks grew hot with flustered embarrassment.
"Yeah…So, apparently it's an 'on' 'off' kinda thing." Bonnie tried to refrain from laughing.
"Oh God, you mean?" Elena asked, looking at Caroline who nodded in confirmation, "All of it?"
"Enough of it," Stefan said with a depressing tone. Elena buried her face in her hands. She had never been more embarrassed in her entire life.
"Okay, so let's just say, no one get hurt and don't let anyone know that we're all linked. I think that covers the gist of it." Elena spoke really quickly. She stood up and began walking out of the room, "I'm going to get out of here before I die of embarrassment."
She marched out of the house, but could still hear Bonnie and Matt laughing uncontrollably. The moment she got out of the house, she realized that her ride was Bonnie.
"Dammit," She muttered.
"Don't worry, I got you," Damon said behind her. Elena turned around and smiled, relieved to see him flipping the keys to the Camaro. He had a giant smug grin planted on his cheeks.
"That was…bad," Elena stated.
"Oh yes. Very, very bad," Damon prowled towards her with a wicked look in his eyes. Elena placed her hand on his sternum to stop him.
"Why didn't you snap me out of it earlier?" Elena asked. Damon raised his eyebrows.
"More importantly, why is there rumor of Elena Gilbert dating Damon Salvatore? Whatever happened to dear Stefan?" A voice sounded behind her. Elena turned around, instantly recognizing the accent.
"Klaus," Elena gasped. Klaus smiled, but it was not friendly or welcoming. This smile was so evil that it looked like it was on the lips of the grim reaper.
"You've made a terrible mistake, Elena."
A/N: Review please!