Ian-Somerhalder

I opened my eyes and found myself looking up at Damon. "Hey." He smiled, but it didn't touch his eyes. "How do you feel?" He stroked my hair. I yawned, realizing my head was in his lap. "I'm great." I looked at my wrist, the one that had been cut, and gasped; it was clean and clear, like nothing had ever happened! "Damon, my wrist it…it's healed. How?" He grimaced. "I took too much blood from you, and the cut was deep. So, I fed you some of my blood and it healed you." I shook my head, amazed. "Incredible." I looked back to him. "You're like some sort of vampire superhero!" Damon chuckled and smiled, a real smile. "Oh, no. I leave th

Damon brushed the very tips of his fingers against Elena's lower lip, tracing them along it ever so slowly. He wanted to feel her reaction through his skin, to know in himself if what he suspected was true. He knew somewhere, deep in her being they shared a bond - a connection far greater then her and his brother would ever experience. He needed to prove it to himself. And he knew he was correct. Damon Salvatore was always right. The slightest touch sent shivers through every inch of Elena's body. Her reaction to this, was as if like a mouse to a cat, becoming paralysed, and surrcoming to his hypnotising ice blue eyes - entrancing her.