Title: Is This Called DesireRating: PG-13
Author: Reportergirl13
Fandom: Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon/Elena
Word Count: 1,010
Song: “Is This Called Desire” Charlotte Martin from borntobewild13
It started the night of her car accident. He had been the one to save her when she was running away from Stefan. He had made sure she was okay. He had been the one to give her a day where she didn’t have to worry about dead parents, school, her vampire boyfriend, or responsibilities.
A day where she could be carefree and enjoy life even if it was only for a few hours, and it was in that time that Elena got a glimpse of the person he was. Not his ruthless nature, sarcastic wit, or scathing comments, but the man beneath the surface, the person he hid from everyone.
Her heart had skipped a beat when Lexi’s boyfriend Lee attacked him. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but she couldn’t just watch him die. She found her body moving forward, trying to reason with Lee, pleading for his life, tears streaming down her face.
Her desire to save him, to keep him in her life was overwhelming and it wasn’t until later when she was able to process the what she’d done that doubts started to form in her mind. Had she done the right thing?
He was always causing so much trouble for Stefan and he wasn’t even close to being good, but there was something nagging at the back of her head, something telling her Damon Salvatore wasn’t what he seemed.
It happened in her kitchen when he brushed against her as he passed by. She knew it was deliberate, called him on it, but he’d denied it just like she knew he would. His playful banter and passionate nature had always caught her attention.
He ignited something inside of her that made her want to trust him even after everything he’d done, because in his mind he didn’t kill just to kill, sure he enjoyed it, but every choice, every action had been fueled by a purpose.
So when he stood over the stove cooking dinner for her family, the words had slipped nonchalantly from his mouth and she hadn’t wanted to lie to him.
“Speaking of Stefan where is he? He’s missing family night, which I am enjoying immensely…is it real?”
“Is what real?”
“This renewed sense of brotherhood?”
He turned then, voice hesitant, the look in his eyes heavy.
“Can I trust him?”
“Yes, you can trust him.”
She’d turned quickly moving away from his penetrating stare, hoping he couldn’t see the truth in hers. She knew he was behind her before she turned back around. Their eyes met his jaw tense as he spoke again, voice inquiring and softly demanding.
“Can I trust him?”
“I’m wearing vervain Damon, it’s not gonna work.”
Confusion and a slight tinge of hurt crossed his face.
“I’m not compelling you…I just want you to answer me…honestly.”
He pretended Stefan was nothing but an inconvenience, a hindrance to his life, but she knew better. He wanted to be able to trust him again, he wanted his brother back. She hesitated. Damon might not trust Stefan, but he trusted her.
If she did this, if she lied to him when he realized what they were doing she’d lose that trust. Elena could lie to herself and say she didn’t want to lose his trust because she was afraid of what he would do to her family or her friends, but the truth was, she cared about Damon.
Her desire to protect him, to keep him ignorant of the plan his brother had concocted that she agreed to go along with was overwhelming. She didn’t want to be the person that made him lose his last bit of trust for the people around him.
But it came down to loyalty. Who was she loyal to? Stefan or Damon? Even as she spoke the words aloud telling him it was for real that he could trust his brother her stomach sank. The look in his eyes staying with her even after he went back over to the stove.
Pain filled her and her heart skipped a beat at what she knew was to come when he finally found out the truth. And for the first time she questioned her loyalties. Questioned what the relationship between Stefan and Damon had come to.
Had she done the right thing? And if she had, why did if so feel wrong?
It hit her while she was dancing with him at the Founder’s Day Ball. A realization that she was afraid to admit even to herself. For so long she’d listened to Stefan about how Damon was evil. How the only person he cared about was himself.
And it was true…to an extent. Damon had stepped up today when he didn’t have to. He was there for her yet again when Stefan wasn’t. Large hands that could snap a neck in less than a second grasping her body gently, fingertips lightly caressing as they twirled around the dance floor.
He held her like he meant it, like she was something special and as their eyes met, music floating in the background, she forgot. She forgot about Stefan drinking human blood and being AWOL, she forgot about her friendship with Bonnie being on its last legs.
The whole world disappeared around them. All the lies, to her family, to her friends, to herself evaporating as he held her. It was only minutes, but it felt like a life time. Her desire to lose herself in him was overwhelming.
They were complete opposites. Damon Salvatore was fire and she was ice. But as the dance slowed, the music ending as they separated, his eyes caught hers the same realization dawning in the depths there. An ice age catching fire as she fought what she knew all too well was there.
Warmth filled her body, a soft fluttering filling, surrounding and encompassing her. And as she stood there heart stuttering slightly a lone thought flittered through her head. Is this called desire?
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