A/N: This is set where my other story 'Intrusion' left off. Imaginative Title eh?
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After The Intrusion
Elena scowled and clenched her teeth behind her pursed lips. Her jaw was tight, but the fist she had clenched was even tighter. Something dark bloomed in her gaze, as if the emotions swirling within her could suddenly take form, but she remained silent – waiting, waiting for someone else to make the first move. The vampire at her side touched her arm in a silent plea.
They were alone and had been for almost ten minutes. Stefan didn't know whether he should be happy for his brother or be disgusted. Before this, it had been only Elena in danger, and he had always been confident that he could protect her. At least with Elena he had had his love to make him stronger. Bonnie meant something to him too, but she was just a friend. He knew intellectually that this should make no difference, and yet it did. There wasn't the same passion as there had been before, with Elena.
Bonnie worried that her friend would never forgive her for this, even as Damon reached across the car to take her hand and squeezed it gently. Winning the boys had always been Elena's thing – had been her thing since as far as she could remember – and she had been out to win Damon. Part of her revelled in the knowledge that he loved her too, but the other part worried that she had just alienated herself from her friends. Would Meredith speak to her now, after what she had done, or would she choose to be loyal to Elena instead?
"What are you thinking about?" He asked her, sounding as if he already knew simply by guessing. "Elena?" he ventured.
"She's never going to forgive me!" she moaned, turning to face him in her chair. "She probably thinks I'm the worst friend in the world – and Damon, what if it's true? I couldn't stand knowing that I hurt her!" She gripped the seat-belt tightly as if a magical force could snatch her from the car if she ever let go.
The car swerved to the side of the road before Damon had even registered that it was safe to do so. He had her seatbelt unfastened before the disturbed ground could settle, and he had her pressed up against him when the plumes had disappeared. He held her waist and had felt her legs at either side of him. He gazed at her reddening cheeks and chuckled softly; he wouldn't ever drink from her, willing or not, he decided, even when she teased him like this.
"Shhh," he breathed onto her skin as he kissed her tenderly, sucking and biting at her lower lip, "We can worry what people think later," he whispered, "or never."