[Damon could give care less about the party they're practically standing in the middle of, or how they're probably drawing the attention of anyone nearby. At that very moment, there wasn't a single thing more important than kissing Elena, right here, right now.
His now freed hand makes its way around her, settling at the small of her back and urging her that much closer. It doesn't occur to him that this Elena isn't the same one outside of the city, but even if it did he wouldn't care - Elena was Elena, and that's all that mattered to him. The love of his life, this girl who was changing him in a way he didn't think was possible.
But with her in his arms, this close, there's only two thoughts on his mind; how much he loves her, and if he could get them over to some kind of surface, out of the party, where he could kiss the hell out of her properly]
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His now freed hand makes its way around her, settling at the small of her back and urging her that much closer. It doesn't occur to him that this Elena isn't the same one outside of the city, but even if it did he wouldn't care - Elena was Elena, and that's all that mattered to him. The love of his life, this girl who was changing him in a way he didn't think was possible.
But with her in his arms, this close, there's only two thoughts on his mind; how much he loves her, and if he could get them over to some kind of surface, out of the party, where he could kiss the hell out of her properly]