Okay, so when I saw that it wasn't Elena but Katherine who Damon kissed, I, like a lot of other Delena fans, was really pissed. Then I found myself thinking, If Damon and Elena and Damon did really kiss at the end of the episode and after everythings that happened, it would've gone something like this:-



Damon's lips found their way to my cheek-they were warm. I closed my eyes but suddenly I felt my cheek go cold again and I saw that he was looking deeply into my eyes and I, his. They were beautiful. For such a dark person, Damons eyes were really light. Drowning in his eyes, I found myself wanting something- something mais than this tender moment and before I knew it our lips were crushing each others. It felt so urgent,so desperate, It was like I'd run out of air if I didn't have this one moment. His arms moved down to my waist, to pull me closer and although there was no air between us, we weren't close enough. From cupping his cheeks, I but my arms around his nape, pulling him closer but still we weren't close enough, I wanted to become one with him. I couldn't beleive this, the Damon that I hated for so long, I found myself yearning for our tongues to dance with each other endlessly, for our mouths to mover in perfect unison and for our breaths to cadastrar-se in an eternal embrace... but then everything stopped. He pulled away.
I opened my eyes and turned to see Jenna staring at us, holding the door open.
"Hi," I said breathlessly.
"Its late, you should probaly come inside,"
I nodded and gave a quick glance to Damon, he wasn't even looking at me but just touching his lips with his gaze pinned on the ground. I went to get my dress and walked inside. Jenna closed the door behind me and turned to look at me, "What are you doing?" she asked, obviously bewildered. I couldn't answer because I myself didn't know.
"I don't want to talk about it," I said. I turned around and closed my eyes.
Oh my freakin' daze, what did I just do. I...I kissed Damon- Damon Bleedin' Salvatore. I felt so bad and so incomplete. As much as I hated myself for it...I wanted to do it again, I wanted Damon's lips to be on mine again, I wanted to feel that feeling again but I knew that, that would never happen. Why am I even thinking all this? I don't have feelings for Damon... I amor Stefan. Stefan is my one and only, my soulmate. But Damon...yeah, he's a total bunda but he makes me feel so...so, I can't explain. All I know is that he kissed me and I kissed him back- hard. I've never felt like this after a kiss, infact, I don't remember ever feeling like this after anything before, not even with Stefan. I kissed Damon and I wanted to do it again, the thought kept on spinning around in my head and the scene kept on replaying in my head. I felt myself smiling at what I saw in my head. Urgghh! It was a mistake, a stupid mistake and I don't make mistakes twice but this is a mistake I so desperately wanted to make again and again.
Feeling these unusual feelings, I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door with all my might. I turned around to see Damon sitting on my bed, his eyes nailed on me and my lips.
"Why are you here?" I asked, almost coldly.
"I don't know, you went inside and I found myself here, waiting."
"For what?"
"Why don't you decide that,Elena?"
There was something different about the way he said my name. There was a sense of...desperate need in his tone.
So what was he waithing for? It was up to me to decide. There could be two reasons: a) He could've been waiting to shout at me and tell me it was a stupid mistake or... b) He was waiting for another...one.
"Well Elena, what am I waiting for?"
I couldn't take it anymore, I gave into temptation- into Damon and leaped on him- literally. I pressed my lips against his so hard that it felt impossible to ever take them of. Well, there we were, our lips awakening new and strange feelings in each other, not knowing what the hell we were doing or caring about the world around us. It was just me, him and the feeling of pure and utter want.