Damon Salvatore

Alienating Stefan hadn’t been her intention, so she was hoping that wasn’t the way it was going.

With dinner wrapped up, Elena trails with him back to his car, wondering how bad it would be once he realized it was Damon she was with.

Dana’s reaching out to grasp the curved headboard to steady herself, head lulling back as soon as he settles his hands back on her. She’s been soaked for him since the damn club, coating his tongue as soon as he swipes it through her, a shiver racing up her spine. “Ah–” It’s It’s flick of her swollen clit that makes her muscles squeeze, her body jolting above him.

“Yes– of course he does.” Elena murmurs, wondering about how Damon was doing right now. She did have him…exert himself earlier when he probably shouldn’t have.

Damon was home sleeping, completely worn out by the activities that day. He hadn’t been ready to get back into any of that just yet, but he hadn’t regretted it a single bit. 

Dana would take that as an invitation, lips twitching. Then in a swift movement, Dana was sitting upright, swinging her body to settle her thighs now in either side of his face.

It stings a little bit to hear him say it like that, despite it being true. Sighing to herself, she pulls her hand back and looks away again as the waiter arrives with the check.

“You know, you’re doing a lot of talking now, so I think it’s safe to assume you’ve caught your breath. Or you the kinda guy to get yours and then call it a day?”

Reaching over, she lays her hand over his own. “You really are amazing, Stefan. I hope you know that.”

“Hmm, I didn’t realize how clever you were.” Dana teases, reaching out now to trace her finger tips along his jawline.

Dropping her hand away slowly to peer back over at him, her doe eyes are wide and sincere. “I mean it though. Can we stay friends?”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” She casts him a look, daring him to say what it is he’s thinking.

Elena sighs, lifting her hand to her face. “I’m just a dummy and didn’t read it right. It’s my fault. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Stefan.”

Her emerald eyes have a slight glow to them, dim, but definitely there as she watches him. It’s her arousal, her desire for him. “I’ll be sure to watch my mouth.” She teases.

Biting down on her lower lip, hearing him say that makes her feel like dirt for possibly leading him on. “I–” She has to look down and away from him. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re like…perfect. But I’m in love with someone else.”

Dana arches a brow, having not noticed the petname having slipped her lips. “–sorry, don’t approve?”