The Tension Between Us

Chapter 1

He toppled me over onto the lush green grass and began to smother me with kisses. My neck, my cheeks, my lips had never received better treatment. Laying in a field of flowers with him seemed like a dream come true. The sun set over us as we stood up. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me in, close enough to smell his fresh cologne. We were dancing, kissing, when he whispered something in my ear. "Damon is behind you." My forehead instantly creased at the thought. Damon. "Look. I'm sorry." I turned around to face him. "Sorry doesn't justify what you did." Stefan glanced towards me and understood what I meant. He held onto me and ran. In a couple of seconds, we were home. "If you want to talk about him, it won't make me uncomfortable. You know that, right?" I gave a weak smile as a thank you. "He turned me, Stefan. I don't want to be a vampire. I never did." A single tear dropped from my eyes. I closed them for a few seconds, opening them to find Damon in front of me. He wiped the tear off, and I could see some forming in his own eyes. He apologised again, but this time something was different. He seemed sincere. "It was my choice. Whether or not to trust Elijah, to die or to turn. You had no right." He handed me a stake, indicating it towards his heart. "I know." I didn't react, so he took it back and slowly began aiming it towards himself. I hit the stake out of his hands and wrapped my arms around his neck. I wasn't sure why, but it felt right. I felt safe. He held onto me, his muscles tight around my waist. His voice broke as he spoke. "I had no right. I messed up. I didn't want to lose you, I couldn't." I held onto him tighter. "It's okay." My hands found their way through his hair, then stroking his face, wiping his tears, as he pulled me in closer and closer. Suddenly, I withdrew, clearing my throat. "Uhm, where's Stefan?" I looked around the room, only to find him watching us from the corner. I could see the pain in his eyes, feeling a pang through my heart. Why did I do that? Why did I forgive Damon for something so immature and hurtful? I bit my lip and walked out of the house. On the way home, I thought about everything. I thought about my feelings. I thought about how it was possible that maybe...just maybe...I loved both of them.

As I reached the front door, I felt someone grab me from behind. Their grasp was strong, masculine, yet swift and safe. The hands turned me around from my waist, and almost instantly, his cherry red lips planted a passionate kiss on my lips. Then he spoke. "Everytime I stuff up, Stefan fixes the mess. The guilt took over me. And so I never dared to touch you, brother's girl and all. But I need you to know that I do love you. I'm not scared anymore. And I know that it'll always be him, I just needed to tell you. Good night, y/n." I stood there, but whether in shock or pleasant surprise, I wasn't sure. I slipped into my under-clothes and snuggled into the comfort of my bed. "Good night, Damon." <3

I woke the next morning to find Stefan perched at my bedside.

"I just need you to admit it. I know that you have feelings for Damon. I just need to hear you say it yourself."

"Stefan...I- I don't know what I feel."

His forehead creased, and his eyes narrowed like they did when he was analysing something. He was trying to analyse me. There was no use, I didn't know how I felt for Damon.

"You're going on a roadtrip with him, today, so you need to pack. You can work out how you're feeling when he decides to kiss you again."

"Hey, hear me out."

He left the room, slamming the door behind him with rage. So, I began packing. Before I knew it, I was in a car with Damon, just the two of us. I was upset, and angry, and confused, so I told Damon that I needed a break. We stopped at a point overlooking the ocean, and I walked towards the pole. Leaning against it, I felt a breeze of cold air, and goosebumps appeared on my arms. Damon appeared behind me, and gently placed a cardigan on my shoulders. My back still facing towards him, I reached for it, and he clutched my hands.

"Don't, Damon."

"Why not?"

I felt my heart pound against my chest, as I fiercely turned around, grabbing his neck, then his chest, kissing him vehemently as if this was the last day of my existence. He grabbed my waist, and pulled me so close that it felt as if we were one. Nothing else mattered anymore. The Originals could go to hell. Nothing could tear us apart, and I did love him. Memories flooded back through my body. There was always this tension between us; Everytime he touched me, everytime he looked into my eyes. He made his way to my neck, as I gasped for air. "You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and even a little danger." I remembered when Damon and I met for the first time. "You were right, you know. You always were. I did want passion, I do want passion, adventure, danger and love that consumes me. I love you Damon, I choose you." I could feel his heart beat faster, against my stomach. "I love you too. I ALWAYS have. I always will." I made the right choice, I could feel it. A tear ran down my cheek. He caught it with a delicate hand movement. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to realise. To choose. I was leading the two of you on. But I was scared. If I chose, I would have to lose one of you. And I couldn't do that, I couldn't lose anyone again."

"Come on, I want to show you something."

We jumped into the car, Damon driving with one hand wrapped in mine. We passed a sunflower field, with the sun just about setting. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he kissed my forehead.

Finally, we came to a stop, and I was mesmerised by the view. There was a glistening blue waterfall, flowing over the lush green hilltops in front of us. I stepped forwards, my hand still clutching Damon's tightly. We sat down at the edge of the hill, watching rainbows bounce off of the water. I laid down, curling up in his lap, watching his eyes travel from the waterfall to mine...