Dancing Without Thought

Love in Strange Places

Three Months Earlier

"Damon, we can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" Damon said, blinking his eyes as he turned over in his bed.

"This," I said, gesturing madly toward the messed up bed and our clothes on the floor.

"Elena, if you want to stop then stop but, don't have a guilty conscience about us. You know you love me."

"But that's not the point."

"Then," Damon said slowly, "what is the point?"

"The point is that Stefan could catch us."

"Unlikely," Damon said getting up. He walked over and kissed me lightly on the mouth. Sending emotions that I didn't even know that I had, flying over the edge. It was like this every time we kissed and every time we touched. It was maddening, with him I couldn't hide anything.

"Damon, we need to shower."

"Special shower?" Damon asked, doing his eyebrow with smile look.
"Only one hour and I have to go. I love you, Damon."

"Then, tell Stefan."

"I can't. He'd go, ripper."

"Then go."

"Damon." I was about to cry.

"Go."

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Stefan sat down on the couch next to me as I was thinking about my argument with Damon hoping that it didn't show - I was hurting. Wondering if I should tell him that I love Damon more and need him. Know that Stefan would let me go but also knowing that the high possibility that he would go ripper stopped me.

"Elena, I have something to say. I don't think we should be together, you seem very conflicted right now."

"The hell! Why shouldn't I feel upset right now, Jenna is dead, Alaric is dead, too. I think that allows for me to be as upset as I want. I'm done. I'm sorry but I'm done." I said as I ran up the stairs, running into Damon's room. Damon was sitting on his bed, looking like shit. After hearing my side of the story, Damon said, "Well, from what I heard from both argument and you I say that you're both right."

"How?"

"Well, Elena, Stefan has a point you are conflicted but not in the way he thinks. You're right because you are upset about Jenna and Alaric, and I get that. And I'm sorry if it's because of me."

"Damon, its not you. It has never been because of you." I walked over to where Damon was sitting on his bed. He sat up, I looked him into his eye giving him a second to refuse my kiss.

Damon's POV

Her kiss was better than ever. I felt alive again around her. I would forget being hungry for blood. She was the key to my emotions, my switch would never be off around her. She just lighted a fire in me that I didn't even know exisited. Elena was evrything to me, I now see why Stefan moved back here. To feel alive again. With her as his flame.

"Damon, please. I need to forget - forget that I was ever the doppelganger. Forget the hurt the pain of losing." Elena cried out as I released her so we could both take a breath. I hugged her to my chest, her head under my chin. I kissed her hair, and was slightly rubbing her back up and down to sooth her.

"Elena, you're not feeling well. You're hurting. I can't take advantage of you like this." I said as I let her out of my grip, looking her in her eyes, those doe like eyes I said... "Sleep. I love you but sleep." She fell asleep in my arms, Elena would kill me in the morning but would be happier than if I had had sex with her.

I left the room to find that Stefan had been watching the whole time. "Shit." I mumbled.

"What the hell was that?" He growled at me. His face changing back and forth from vampire to human. He barely had control...
Double shit.

"That, little brother, was me not having sex with Elena. Me not doing what I have wanted since day one."

"Go to Hell."

"Been there doing that, got the T-shirt to prove it." That's when Stefan thought it was okay to try to stake me. And I didn't agree with him...