“Damon,” she said. He opened his eyes to look at her. She walked towards him. “I keep trying to fight this, but it’s not working.”
She was standing right in front of him now.
“What are you saying, Elena?” he could barely get the question out.
“I have these feelings for you, and I want them to stop, but whatever this is, it’s too strong. I need to know what it’s like. I have to know what its like to be with you.”
Damon held his breath. Did she care about him, or did she just want to get this out of her system before his brother came home?
He realized it didn’t matter anymore. He was done trying to fight this. He was worn down from trying to fight this. Tonight she wanted him and he wanted her; it would be that simple. He would worry about tomorrow, later.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked her. He wanted her to make the first move this time.
Elena could hear the blood rush in her ears. She could barely breathe. Her palms felt damp, and she wiped them on her jeans. She should run away from him as fast as her legs would carry her, but as if her body had a mind of its own, her feet moved her closer to him.
Her body was almost pressed against his now, but he still didn’t move. Not quite sure what to do, how to start things, she leaned into him and pressed a kiss to his throat. She heard him swallow. Her hands reached for the top button on his shirt, but they were so shaky that she couldn’t quite pull the button through the loop. He put his hands on top of hers, holding them steady.
She looked into his eyes and saw everything that she was feeling reflected in his eyes; heat, desire, intensity, passion and there was something underneath that too.
Then his mouth was on hers; crushing, brutal, demanding. His hands dove into her hair, holding her head so he could kiss her deeply. Elena felt her knees go weak, and she thought for a moment she might sink onto the floor, but then Damon switched their position so that it was her back against the bench and every hot inch of him against her front."
Fanfic -no mine. *Ari