A/N: Happy Saturday morning! All of you have been so sweet, I cannot believe that we are deep in the 500's on reviews and all of your praise about detail and update speed...*clutches chest with goofy look on face* I just...*sniffle* I love you all.

Trogdor19, my sweet sweet fearless beta, what is there to say? Other than I adore you, even though sometimes I want to dismantle your machete and bury it in a tar pit, but I won't. May no dolphins throw up on you. *blows kiss (that smells suspiciously like cheer-me-up chocolate chip cinnamon rolls. Yes, that's a thing, husband discovered it and dragged it back to the cave. All Hail cholesterol in a can!)

Enjoy!

Chapter 11: That Lovin' Feelin'

"Salvatore," Mason says when he meets us, handing me a beer and giving one to Elena.

"Elena, douchebag. Douchebag, Elena."

"Otherwise known as Mason," he says harshly to me then smiles at her charmingly. Yeah, here we go. "Elena, it is wonderful to meet you."

"I'm sure," she smiles tightly at him and I snort, taking a drink.

"Careful, Mason," I tell him. "She's got a right hook like you wouldn't believe."

"Is that right?" he grins and tilts his head at her.

"Yep, maybe I'll show it to you sometime," she tells him and takes a sip of her beer, squeezing my hand.

"Feisty, I like it," he tells her. "Can't wait for you to meet Kol."

I roll my eyes as he bends his elbow out for her to take, but when she peeks up at me questioningly, I smile at her and nod towards him. She blushes and lets go of my hand, hooking her other around his arm.

He grins at me proudly. "Don't worry, Salvatore. I'll take good care of her."

"I'd be more concerned about her kicking your ass," I tell him and wink at her.

I follow behind them as he leads her back to the group, listening to him tell her how glad he is that she came and asking what kind of perfume she's wearing because it's a lovely scent. She glances over her shoulder at me, widening her eyes mockingly, and I chuckle and shake my head. She rolls her eyes at me and turns back to him, telling him with a hint of condescension that it's soap.

"Mason," Klaus drawls as he approaches us. "What divine creature did you find?"

"Wow," Elena deadpans and I barely refrain from laughing, going to stand on her other side.

"Thank you, love," he smiles arrogantly, and she shifts her weight toward me at the unwelcome endearment. "And you are?"

"So not falling for that accent," she tells him and shifts her beer to her other hand to knock her fist against mine.

Klaus' eyes widen, and I stand taller that she had the gall to mock his fading British accent. It's been horribly invaded by a Texas twang after living here for so long, and we all know he loves to use the anglophile fetish to his full advantage. But yeah, she's not swooning one single bit.

"Elena," Mason says sweetly, "this is Klaus. Feel free to demonstrate that right hook of yours anytime, sweetheart."

"On either one of these impish fools, if you would do us the courtesy," Klaus adds. "So, what brings us the pleasure of your company this fine evening?"

"You really weren't kidding, were you?" she grins at me and I shake my head.

"Nope."

"Smart strategy, comparison wise," she tells me and I cross my arms.

"Let me know how that works out for you."

"You're here with Damon?" Klaus confirms and she raises her chin at him.

"He brought her, but only because she wanted to meet me," Mason tells him, tugging her a little closer to him just as Kol and Elijah saunter up.

"Hey," I say and jerk my chin at them, Kol eyeing Elena hungrily and Elijah smacking him on the head when he catches him doing it.

"Brothers," Klaus says, "allow me to introduce the delightful Elena."

"These are the other two pond hoppers: Kol and Elijah," I tell her.

"Very nice to meet you, Elena," Elijah tells her politely. "I hope these boys aren't giving you too much trouble."

"Not anything I wouldn't expect from a bunch of boys," she smiles at him.

"Darling, don't you worry," Kol grins at her. "I'll set them straight for you. Like a real man does."

"She's too smart to believe your bullshit," I tell him and he narrows his eyes at me, Elijah chuckling quietly.

"You're brothers?" she asks to Klaus, Kol and Elijah, and all three of them nod once at her. "Your poor mother," she mumbles and Mason high-fives me over her head.

Elena starts chugging the rest of her beer, everyone watching her greedily and not saying a word. And when she finishes, all five of us are just staring at her in awe.

"So," she says lightly after a minute. "While you boys are busy deciding who is going to bash me over the head with a club and try to drag me back to your cave, I'm going to get another beer since no one has offered in the gentlemanly manner."

She unhooks herself from Mason and shoves her empty beer bottle at a stunned Kol's chest.

"Damon," she says sweetly and I look at her as if I'm impatient for my orders. "Feel free to take the appropriate measures if any of them stares at my ass," she winks at me and then turns around, sauntering away.

I chuckle and take a sip of my beer, each of my buddies eyeing me with more than a little jealousy.

"Yeah, tell me about it," I grin and together, we all go to follow after her.

We'd be idiots not to.

"Never thought I'd see the day," Elijah's girlfriend, Andie, says to me when she meets me at the beer cooler.

"And what day is that?" I ask and hand her a beer, grabbing another for Elena. Not that she really needs it.

After she put the boys in their place, things got a little more relaxed and a lot more interesting. Because with the exception of Elijah, they are all now fighting to win her over and pulling out all the stops to do it. It's beyond hilarious to watch. Because she laughs graciously at their jokes, then scrunches her nose and winks at another when the comedian isn't looking, playing them against each other like a pro when none of them has a shot in hell with her. Because I'm pretty sure that shot is being reserved for me alone.

She's a little drunk, and getting more than a little flirty. I've only had one beer and I'm stopping there because I'm driving and one of us needs to keep our head on straight, but it doesn't mean that I can't enjoy what's happening. Because I'm not sure when, or why, but she has suddenly decided that it's okay to touch me. And what's even weirder is that instead of it sounding the normal clingy-danger-zone warning bells in my head, I actually like it and am happily testing out this new liberty with surprising results.

Example A: Kol's been quite successful in getting her to laugh, but she's doing it while her arm is wrapped comfortably around my waist and my fingertips are massaging the back of her neck under her ponytail. And she's danced with both Klaus and Mason, but she kept a platonic distance from them and kept meeting my eyes from where I was watching by the bonfire with an amused grin.

I cut in once, and she had no problem with me pulling her closer than "co-workers" ever dance. Her hips were snugly against mine, my hand lower on her back than either of the guys dared to try because they damn well knew better, our other hands tucked securely against my heart. It was all slow and hazy, her eyes locked on mine and breaths quick with anticipation as she twirled her fingers through the hairs above my neck. And with the firelight casting a warm glow on her skin, I was quickly losing the battle not to kiss her.

But then someone changed the music to a rap station, and suddenly we had three British guys around us trying to impress her with their "mad skills."

Assholes.

They knew exactly what they were doing too. Just like now, when she's got three of them around her while she covers her mouth with her hands, eyes wide and scandalized at whatever Klaus just said that made Mason put him in a headlock.

She glances at me and pulls her hands away to beam at me, mouthing the words, "Save me," where they can't see. I smile and hold up a finger, turning back to Andie. Who for some reason is grinning like crazy.

"What were you saying?" I ask and she crosses her arms smugly.

"Nothing, never mind," she says and shakes her head. "Just…she's really sweet, Damon. I'm glad you brought her."

"Yeah, you and everyone else, apparently."

"I think Mason's in love," she laughs. "Better watch out."

"Ooh, I'm terrified," I deadpan and she smiles, coming with me to rejoin the group.

"Do you know your friends are crazy?" Elena chuckles when we reach her, and I hand her the beer, resting my other arm around her shoulders.

"You don't even know the half of it."

"Stop spreading filthy lies," Klaus tells me. "Or I'll be forced to tell some of my own."

"Elena," I say and she peeks up at me eagerly. "Do you know how to play 'I Never'? Of course you do, you went to college," I say and roll my eyes dramatically. "I'll go first," I say, staring down Klaus, Kol and Mason. "I never got arrested for indecent exposure because I was pissing my name off the roof of a laundromat."

All three of them glare at me before each taking a drink, and Elena bursts out laughing.

"Dick," Mason mumbles. "Fine, my turn. I never threw up in the playscape of a McDonalds and got banned for life because it was in front of a whole bunch of kids on a fieldtrip."

Elena sucks in a breath and I point at him threateningly. "And whose idea was it to hold the chicken nugget contest after downing a bottle of Maker's Mark in the parking lot?"

"Yeah, but it was your idea to test out the so called weight limit on the slide afterwards. Drink, fucker."

"Dammit," I grumble and grab the beer from Elena, her head shaking slowly as I take a sip, then pass the bottle back to her.

"Your turn, Elena," Kol smiles at her and she glances down, then up at me with a devious look that makes me swallow.

"I've never had sex with someone and not known their last name."

Andie practically doubles over laughing, pointing at each of us. "All of you better be drinking, right now."

Elena hands me the beer with a proud grin on her face and I take a long pull, seeing Kol, Klaus and Mason do the same in my peripheral vision.

"Finish those bottles, you three," Andie tells them cheekily and they all do as instructed before heading off to get a refill.

"That was cheating," I tell Elena when we're alone, and she shrugs one shoulder.

"I'm susceptible to that," she winks and snatches her beer back, taking a quick sip.

I pretend not to notice when she starts staring at my lips, and with my free hand I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear that's worked itself loose from her ponytail. Her eyelashes flutter and sweep down when my fingertips linger on the soft skin of her neck, and she slightly leans into my touch.

"You feeling alright?" I ask quietly, my other hand moving from her shoulder to tease its way down her spine, and she nods.

"Yeah," she breathes, opening her eyes to look up at me. "But cut me off after this, okay?"

"Sure," I smile.

"Did you really get banned from a McDonalds?"

"Oh yeah," I say seriously and she smiles. "Although not that I consider it to be a bad thing."

She giggles, then sways a little and I tighten my hold on her while she clings to my arm to steady herself. She blows out a breath and leans her forehead against my chest. "Damon?"

"Yep."

"I'm drunk…"

I chuckle. "I know, but you're a really nice drunk. Not at all abusive like I expected. Which is better than any of those dicks deserve."

"You thought I'd be mean?"

"I just think you like surprising me," I tell her quietly, and her breathing picks up.

She shakes her head. "You can't keep looking at me like that," she whispers.

I tilt her chin up so I can see her eyes, my thumb lightly grazing the edge of her jaw. "Like what?"

"Like that…" she breathes, and with the way she's looking up at me right now, yeah, I want nothing more than to taste those pink lips. But she's drunk, and I can't.

"Merry fucking Christmas to me!" Mason yells and we both turn to look at him, finding him standing on top of a beer cooler and his arms raised above his head like he's thanking the heavens.

And when I see why he's so damn happy, I groan.

"What's wrong?" Elena asks and I tilt my head at her.

"So…Ric just got here."

"Ric?" she gasps. "Like, Ric Ric?"

"And his girlfriend Jenna. Who you'll love, but that's not really the issue," I admit.

"He doesn't like…this, does he?" she confirms and I nod.

"He's told me to stay away from you, more than once, for your sake."

She blushes and looks down. "Yeah, that seemed to work out real well."

"Taking orders, not really my strong suit," I tell her and she snickers.

"What are we going to do?" she asks coyly, and suddenly I have a dozen answers to that question and I can't act on a single one. It's a good thing I can't run out of cold water in my shower, because I already know I'm going to need a whole fucking lot of it after tonight.

I glance back towards where I saw Ric and yep, he's headed right for us. "Hide," I tell her and turn to face him, hooking my arms around Elena's waist behind me so she's hidden by my wider frame.

"Real smooth, Damon," she whispers and I shush her. "Like he's not going to see me."

"You're invisible," I whisper over my shoulder and she giggles into the back of my shirt.

"Damon," Ric says when he stops in front of me, an eyebrow arched in disapproval.

"Ric, Jenna," I reply. "Fancy seeing you here."

"I'll bet," Jenna grins.

"And what are we seeing, Damon?" Ric says and I shrug, which is kinda awkward with both my hands locked behind me over Elena's lower back.

"Dunno. Lake, stars, the usual," I say casually, tickling the skin under Elena's shirt above the top of her shorts and she starts squirming like crazy, trying to muffle her giggles.

But I know Ric can hear her because he scowls at me and I clear my throat, trying to cover the sound.

"Hey, do you remember that song? 'The stars at night, are big and bright…'" I sing loudly and Elena pokes her hands through my arms to clap out the beat in front of my stomach.

"'Deep in the heart of Texas!'" Mason screams along, and Elena laughs into my back, yanking her arms out of sight again.

"Grow some extra arms, Damon?" Jenna teases.

"Maybe…"

"Nice to see you, Elena," Ric says while narrowing his eyes at me, Jenna's mouth gaping.

"Hi Ric!" Elena says cheerfully, peering around my side before she comes to stand next to me. "I, um," she fumbles desperately and scratches the tip of her nose. "I didn't find that wasp."

"No worries," I smile at her. "Elena, this is Jenna, Ric's girlfriend," I introduce and Jenna rushes forward to hug her, Elena's eyes widening in surprise before she returns the embrace.

"So nice to meet you, Elena," Jenna says warmly.

"Nice to meet you too," Elena tells her with a soft laugh.

"Come on," Jenna tells her and pulls away, immediately hooking her arm through Elena's and leading her towards the beer cooler. "Let's leave the boys to duke it out while you and I have some girl talk."

Ric watches them go, waiting until they're out of earshot before he turns back to me and shoves my shoulder. "What happened to not dating her?" he hisses and I shrug.

"We're not dating, we're just having fun."

"And that entails…"

I cross my arms innocently. "We played golf earlier, and then we came here."

"You took Elena to play golf?" he asks, shocked, and I grin.

"Jealous?"

He tilts his head. "Yeah, Jenna won't play with me and you always want to go alone…"

"Ric," I warn. "Don't ruin my damn day, man."

"Sorry," he says quietly, then scrubs a hand through his hair. "I didn't know she played."

"She does now," I tell him proudly. "She showed up at the driving range on Thursday and we had a trial run. And she's hooked."

"And now you're subjecting her to this group of drunken morons?"

"Hey," I say and hold my hands up in surrender. "I asked if she wanted me to take her home or if she wanted to come here, and she chose here."

He snorts. "Did you warn her?"

"Yeah," I chuckle. "They're all in love with her." He eyes me knowingly and I roll my eyes. "Don't start."

"Look, if you're gonna be straight with her, then fine." He glances over his shoulder to see the girls chatting with Andie at a safe distance away before he looks back at me, his voice dropping. "What about her roommate?"

"Done," I tell him.

"Done?"

"Done," I repeat. "Took care of it this morning. Everyone is friends, without benefits."

"And how long do you expect that to last?" he asks mockingly and I blow out a breath.

"Yeah, I don't know," I tell him and shake my head, looking over at Elena smiling and chatting happily with Jenna and Andie like she's known them forever. "She's made it pretty clear what she doesn't want, and I've made it very clear what I'm used to, and it's not really lining up."

"So then what are you doing?" he asks and I glare at him, because yeah, like I have an answer to that question. If I did I'd probably be sleeping better.

"Look, I like her, okay?" I finally admit. "Aren't you the one that was telling me-"

"Yeah, but-"

"But nothing," I tell him strongly. "I'm not pressuring her, I'm not lying to her. I've been completely honest about who I am and if she decides she wants to spend time with me, then I'm not going to say no to that. She's…" I trail off, swallowing tightly. "She's different, Ric."

He blows out a breath. "Fine. And it's good that you're being honest with her, but is she being honest with you?"

My head recoils back. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, how much do you know about her?"

"Why? How much do you know about her?" I ask suspiciously and Ric clears his throat, and I turn to see Jenna and Elena heading our way.

I straighten, trying to smooth out my features because they suddenly feel like they're made out of pissed off marble.

"Aww, are Maverick and Goose fighting again?" Jenna pouts at us and Elena laughs softly, but her expression becomes more than a little worried when she sees my face. "They have the most ridiculous lover's quarrels," Jenna tells her before she lets go of Elena so she can commence wrapping her arms around Ric and securing her lips against his.

"Hey, you okay?" Elena asks quietly and I force a smile, tugging playfully on her ponytail.

"Yep."

Her brow furrows and I repress a sigh.

Honestly, I have no claim to ask her anything. It's not like I've told her about Devon and I've had every opportunity to bring him up. She has a right to her secrets, especially until I want to share mine. And I'm not there yet.

"Actually," I say and tilt my head, sweeping some stray hairs off her forehead and she thankfully smiles again. "I'm not okay. And you wanna know why?"

"Why?" she frowns.

"Because. You've lost that lovin' feelin'."

"Yes!" Jenna exclaims and Ric groans.

"No, Damon, she hasn't," he tells me.

"Mason!" I yell out and Elena looks at me like I'm completely crazy. "Wanna play Iceman?"

"Oh hells yes!" Mason replies and I hear him gathering Klaus and Kol and Elijah.

"What am I missing here?" Elena asks Jenna, who bursts out laughing.

"Have you ever seen Top Gun?" Jenna asks her and Elena shakes her head no.

Of course she hasn't, because it isn't animated or made by Disney.

"Oh God, this is gonna be so great!" Jenna squeals.

"Come on, Goose," I tell Ric, backing up from Elena and snapping my fingers to the beat I know too well.

Elena narrows her eyes at my deft finger movements and Ric groans again, but starts snapping along with me regardless because he is absolutely my wingman. And it only takes a second before Kol, Klaus, Elijah and Mason come running up to join us, and then we're all in a line, facing a blushing Elena.

Here goes my dignity.

"You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips," I sing huskily and she covers her mouth with her hands, Ric picking up the next line automatically.

"There's no tenderness like before in your fingertips…"

"Oh my God," she laughs, Jenna bumping her shoulder against Elena's and Andie wrapping her arm around her comfortingly when Elijah starts in next.

"You're trying hard not to show it…"

"Baby," we all join in, clasping our hands over our chests and being as overdramatic as possible. "But baby, believe me I know it."

"This is not happening," Elena mumbles, blushing like mad and completely embarrassed as all six of us continue belting out the lyrics with all we've got.

And while I'm making a total fool of myself for this woman because I'm fairly certain I'm addicted to her smile, I can't help but wonder who in our group is going to tell her the truth: that there are only two other girls who have ever earned a full concert out of us, and both of them are standing right beside her.

"Jenna is really nice," Elena smiles at me, curled up comfortably in the passenger seat of my car while we sit parked outside of her apartment.

Kol, troublemaker that he is, snuck Elena another beer while I was getting interrogated by Jenna about whether Elena and I were officially dating. And when I found out and tried to take the bottle away from her, she told me in a snooty attitude that she's a grown woman and she can take care of herself. Miss Grownup is now completely wasted, and I have no idea how she's even awake at this point because we passed midnight a good half hour ago.

"Yeah, she's cool," I admit. "I've known Jenna for a few years now."

"She talks about you like you're her brother," Elena says warmly, and I chuckle.

"Pretty much, but only since she's basically stuck with me as long as she's glued to Ric."

"That's nice," Elena says softly. "I didn't ask you earlier, but do you have any siblings?"

I swallow. "You know," I say and glance at my hand that's idly resting on my steering wheel. "That's probably a conversation to have when one of us isn't drunk." I tilt my head, then look back at her. "Or at least wait to have until I am drunk," I say and flare my eyes at her playfully.

And in true Elena fashion, it doesn't fool her for a second and her mouth instantly tugs down.

"Really?"

"Skeleton in my closet," I whisper with a wink.

She looks down at where she's absently tracing the seam in the edge of her seat with one dainty fingertip. "Yeah, I've got a few of those. One big one."

I clear my throat, settling back into my seat and leaning my head against the headrest.

"I should tell you," she breathes, "I just-"

"Elena," I stop her. "It's fine. You don't owe me anything."

"No, I want to tell you, but…" She trails off and shakes her head. "Truthfully?" she sighs and peeks up at me, the corner of her mouth turning up. "I've had an amazing day and I don't want to bring it down with bad stuff."

"That I completely understand," I smile.

"Okay," she grins and bites her lip. "Maybe some other time?"

"Sure," I nod.

"Today was a lot of fun," she beams at me. "Thank you, Damon."

God, she kills me when she looks at me like that. I don't know how she makes me feel about ten feet tall with just a damn smile. "My pleasure," I say truthfully.

"So," she blushes, glancing down again before back at me. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"If you're not too hungover to come to work, yeah."

She waves me off. "I'm fine. I'm not even drunk anymore."

"Right," I lie. "You're not going to trip going up the stairs, are you?"

She looks out the window towards the stairwell and then back at me. "No promises," she whispers.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I laugh and get out of the car.

"Damon," she whines when I open the passenger door. "You don't have to walk me to the door."

"Too bad," I tell her and take her hand, and when she goes to stand up out of the car she ends up stumbling a little and falls against me.

She giggles quietly and I steady her, kind of propping her against the car before reaching in and grabbing her purse from the floorboard.

"Here, hold onto this," I tell her and she nods decisively, taking her purse from me and slinging it over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" she asks when I drape her arms around my neck, squeaking in shock when I scoop her legs up. "Oh my God, you are not carrying me up the stairs!"

"It would seem otherwise," I tell her, taking the first few steps up the stairwell. "I am not risking you falling and getting hurt, because I am not interested in Papa Ranger coming after me. And we both know he'd get away with my murder."

She laughs softly, then seems to just give up any opposition to me carrying her, not that she was putting up that much of a protest to begin with. But she lays her head against my shoulder, and I can't help but smile at the act of trust as I hold her a little more securely.

And she only lives on the second floor, but by the time I get us to her front door, her breaths are sleepy and steady.

"Keys," I tell her quietly.

"Purse," she mumbles and I roll my eyes.

"I am not going through your purse, Elena."

"Then just go in," she whines.

I shift my grip and she snuggles closer, burrowing into my neck as I try the handle, finding it locked. Great.

"You smell good," she breathes and I scoff. I was sweating most of the day while out on the golf course and I probably reek of campfire smoke too. If she thinks that smells good, she must be drunker than I thought.

"Not possible," I mutter, knocking on the door.

It takes Caroline a few minutes to answer, and when she does, she's looking a little worse for the wear. Methinks someone's got a guy in her room right now. Good for her. But her annoyed expression melts from her face the second she sees us, her eyes widening worriedly when she takes in the sight of Elena in my arms.

"Is she okay?" Caroline gasps.

"Hey, Care," Elena mumbles into my neck.

"She's fine," I assure Caroline. "Just drunk."

"Nice, Damon," Caroline scolds and I ignore her, stepping into the apartment.

"Just get me some water and some aspirin, would you?" I ask and head towards Elena's room.

I lay a nearly-sleeping Elena down on her bed and unhook her arms from my neck, Caroline coming in and handing me what I asked for.

"I've got this," I assure Caroline and she spares a concerned look at Elena before she leaves, closing the bedroom door behind her on her way out. "Elena," I say softly and sit on the edge of her bed, and she frowns with her eyes closed. "I need you to sit up for a minute."

"Sleepy," she tells me and I chuckle, setting the water and medicine down on her bedside table.

I take her hands and ease her into sitting up, her eyes opening to glare at me.

"Hi," I smile at her and she scowls even more.

"You're not supposed to be in here."

"Yeah, I know," I tell her and hand her the aspirin and the water. "Take this and as soon as you don't choke, I'll go."

She rolls her eyes and takes the aspirin, swallowing them with a sip of water. She hands me the glass and I set it down on her bedside table as she flops back on her pillow, kicking off her shoes.

"Tomorrow's Monday, isn't it?" she mumbles.

"Technically it's already here."

"Ugh. Can you hand me my phone?"

I hand her the purse instead, and she digs out her cell phone, setting an alarm.

"Does this say six?" she says and shows me the screen, and I smile, taking it from her and changing it to A.M. instead of P.M.

"Why you want to get up that early is beyond me," I tell her quietly, setting her phone down on her nightstand.

She yawns and settles a little deeper in her pillow, closing her eyes. "Not all of us can just roll out of bed and look like models," she grumbles and I laugh quietly, because that's exactly what she did this morning.

"Good night, Elena," I whisper and get up, grabbing the extra throw blanket at the end of her bed and draping it over her.

I brush her hair back from where it's fallen forward over her face, and she hums contentedly, my fingertips lingering over the smooth skin of her cheek.

I make myself step away, silently closing Elena's bedroom door behind me and ignoring the moans coming from Caroline's room.

Because the only thing going through my head as I leave the apartment is a whole lot of wondering who and where that guy is. The blond one that's smiling lovingly at a slightly younger, beaming Elena in the framed picture that's on her nightstand.

A/N: SAY WHAAAAAT? *ducks* Okay, I know that we didn't get a goodnight kiss or anything too risqué here, but I do promise that I am aware of the rating I gave this story and I will deliver. Eventually. But it's slow fumbly steps with these two dorks. Although when things heat up, man, they do so quickly. That's it, I'm not saying anything else ;) Can't wait to hear your responses, I cherish every single one of them, and don't forget to follow because if I could post the next like eight chapters right now, I would, but a dragon would slay me. So stick around because Delena shakes my nerves and rattles my brain, and Elena's kind of loving drives a man insane! (although I'm a woman...) Yeah, I'm gonna go crawl in a cave and die now. Buh bye.

-Goldnox