Blue eyes were trying to deter their gaze away from those soulful brown orbs trapping him "does this feel wrong" she repeats again causing him to try and shift his gaze away, but she doesn't allow it as she cradles his face in her hands forcing him to meet her gaze again. "Damon" she whispers as her fingers brush against his cheek.
How could being content for a change be so wrong? How could loving this woman and enjoying those moments in heaven be labeled as wrong? Today he had woken up completely alone in bed and for a fleeting moment his stomach sunk thinking that it had all been a dream, a beautiful dream turned nightmare over the simple fact that she wasn't there, but then her soft voice caused his attention to turn towards his bathroom doorway as he saw her leaning against it, and the second he saw her gleeful smile he knew last night hadn't been labeled as a regret for her. They had lived in the moment, basking in the passion that had always consumed them. When Stefan had been off the rails and Elena was still holding onto hope Damon knew it wasn't the right time for them, but now, here and now it had been right and his dead heart soared the moment she had agreed to revel in the day instead of coming clean.
Everything had worked out perfectly until he swung that front door open revealing his brooding brother's expression and the second Elena headed out the door and off to school Damon's happy bubble had been burst the moment Stefan revealed the sire bond. Obviously Damon wanted to fight it off and hear Stefan's Shakespearean apology the second he found out he was wrong, but of course Damon couldn't be right considering he was against Stefan. Not to mention the second he encountered Charlotte in New Orleans he knew the sire bond was well still in play. Charlotte had been a clingy and crazed type of woman, the type that he wouldn't have been surprised if he had found her hiding under his bed, he was well aware that he easily could have exterminated her, but he had actually felt bad so instead he told her to count every brick in New Orleans as he made his quick get away. Literally he didn't think she'd actually do it, damn he had been wrong. If it hadn't been Elena who was sired to him he would have found the situation comical even felt the need to use that as a new ditch the girl line, but if Charlotte has been that obsessed to pleasing him what would that entail for Elena?
Damon was suppose to be the selfish one, he had claimed himself to be the bad guy and he had done a damn well good job at making everyone believe it, but at the end of the day his love for Elena and his brother would always be his weakness. Damon had let Stefan go years ago, he had just gotten his brother back, finally buried the hatchet and then Lexi greeted him with the fact that Stefan wouldn't be able to keep himself in control with Damon by his side so instead of saying a new hello to his brother he found himself saying goodbye. Finally Damon had gotten Elena and now here he was introduced to the sad fact that he was going to need to let her go, set her free if you will, and it was tearing him apart.
His name brought him out of his thoughts as he was forced to meet her intense gaze again "Elena" he whispers leaning into her touch savoring every sweet feeling "it's not real" he murmurs slowly removing her hand from his face. "Stop it Damon you know it's real…..stop saying that this isn't real….this is real" she pleads reaching for his hand and pressing it to were her heart is located "this is real." They were Vampires, without beating hearts "Elena" taking her hand he shifts the movement to his chest "do you feel that it's nothing….for years it's been non beating and dead but for the first time in a long time I swear last night and this morning it restarted itself….you were the cause for that…..god I wish….I wish this was real you don't know how much I wish this was real…I"
The last part of his sentence not able to end as Elena places her fingertip to his lips silencing him. His gaze darted down to her finger, hell he found himself wanting to kiss each one of those slender fingers, but he resisted the temptation staying completely silent knowing she had something to say. "When Tyler was sired to Klaus he hated him Damon but he still carried out with every order…..I don't see Tyler falling and kissing Klaus's feet…..the sire bond makes you wish to please your master it doesn't enact feelings." It's sad how he actually has to bite back a laugh "if any of the males here were to have a thing for the Big Nasty Hybrid I'd put my money on Stefan those lingering looks they give one another is a little too long for my taste" he says offering a smirk wanting to lighten the tension seeping in this room. Raising his hands up he clasps Elena's hand in his, returning back to seriousness "Elena I'm not your master" hell the idea produced many naughty images in his head on how he could go about that, but now wasn't the time "I don't want you doing things just to please me…it's like you're losing out on your free will and I refuse to be the one that takes that from you….you've had enough taken away, which" gripping her hand "is all the more reason why you need to stay clear from me."
