Elena and Damon were walking back home. They had spent the rest of the день at The Grill and Elena had beaten Damon in a darts game. A small part of him wished she could stay this way. She was fun, she liked hanging out with him and she didn’t talk about Stefan that much. But he fell in Любовь with the real Elena. The one that saved his life and that stayed with him while he was sick from Tyler’s attack. Elena clung on his arm and shoved with her feet. “My legs hurt” she moaned. She looked up at Damon, with a щенок stare in her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that” Damon сказал(-а) teasing. “God gave Ты feet, use them” Elena curled her nose. “You sound like my dad” she сказал(-а) grumpy. “Don’t be ridiculous” Damon said. “I’m much older than your father. I could be your great great great great great grandfather”
“Then you’d be one with a very good anti-wrinkle cream” Elena giggled. “I wonder if your muscles are in the same excellent shape as when Ты were twenty. или is everything starting to creak, eh, grandpa?”
Damon pursed his lips. “Grandpa. Come on, get up, I’ll carry you” he said. He knew Elena only had provoked him so she wouldn’t have to walk anymore… and he gladly gave in. Elena walked behind him and jumped on his back. “Ah, much better” Elena said. “C’mon, horsy, homewards”
Damon raised his eyebrows. He’d have to do a lot of compelling once the real Elena was back. “Are Ты good?” he asked his passenger. “Yep” Elena confirmed and she held Damon’s воротник really tight as if she was holding Reins. “Go!” she сказал(-а) and Damon raced away.
But Damon raced too fast. When they arrived at the Gilbert house he couldn’t brake and bumped into the wall. Elena fell off his shoulders, on the ground.
“Oh my God, are Ты hurt?” Damon asked worried. He ducked and helped Elena stand up. She had a small cut in her head. “I’m so sorry” Damon сказал(-а) soft. He carefully touched Elena’s forehead. Elena shivered. Not just because it hurt…
He made a step вперед and placed his lips on her forehead, tasting the blood. He felt Elena’s warm breath breezing on his throat. He pulled away, and caressed her cheek. His eyes glided over her eyes, her nose, to her lips. This was wrong, he was taking advantage of the circumstances. And though he knew it was a lame excuse, he had to, and so he gently pressed his lips on hers.
Ten seconds, that felt like hours and yet way too short, they were locked onto each other. Ten секунда wherein neither of them dared to breath.
It was Damon who broke the silence. “You should get inside” he сказал(-а) softly. Elena nodded numbed and inserted her house key in the lock. She turned it and opened the door. She entered the house and as she walked further she heard a familiar voice. A voice Damon recognized as well. His face stiffened and fear came over him. Fear to lose Elena.
“Elena”
Elena gasped and stared in front of her. She knew he’d come back.
“Stefan!” she exclaimed. She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, Поцелуи him firmly on the mouth.
Damon felt like everything around him faded and his сердце shattered in a zillion pieces. If the moon had crashed down on him it couldn’t have hurt more. He couldn’t watch this any longer. He turned around and slammed the door. He shot one last look inside where he could see his brother and the girl he loved clinging onto each other as if they would disappear into the nothing if they ever let go.