The Vampire Diaries & The Originals Preferences

Preference One

You're his date to the Mikaelson's Ball.

Damon: You and Elena were getting ready to attend the massive ball that the Mikaelson's were hosting. You were having to move quickly, trying not to get caught by either of the Salvatores. Elena was wearing a stunning, puffy ball gown, but you went for something completely different. Your dress was a delicate floor length dress in black, with the most beautiful sheer lace detailing. Elena left her curls flowing while you finished your curly up-do. You quickly ran out of Elena's room, pulling her along with you, and sped down the stairs and yanked the house door open. You moved forward, trying to leave the Gilbert house, but only to be met with a pair of angry, blue eyes. "And where do you think you're going?" His stern voice sent shivers down your spine. You stood frozen, knowing that your plan had failed and you were in fact caught. Elena finally broke the silence: "This is none of your business Damon. We're going to this ball whether you like it or not." Damon sighed in frustration and grabbed hold of your arm: "Fine. But we're coming with you." Elena stepped out of the house and made her way over to Stefan's car. "You can let go now Damon." You said quietly. "Oh no, I'm not leaving you for even a second. I don't trust that original family one bit." He replied and slightly eased his grip on your arm, slowly sliding his hand down to grasp yours.
He walked you to his car and you couldn't help but smile at the concern he was showing towards you. The car journey was quiet, and you could sense an uncomfortable tension that you never noticed before. You and Damon have been friends for a long time now and he and Stefan always looked out for you, but something felt different between you and him. After your arrival, you all made your way towards the entrance. Stefan and Elena linked arms and lead the way and you and Damon followed closely behind. Damon gestured for you to link arms with him and you gladly accepted. The sound of music filled your ears and seconds later you found yourself standing in the middle of the dance floor. "Could I have this dance?" Damon asked, flashing his signature smirk. You placed your hand gently into his and chuckled. You slowly swayed to the music, your eyes not leaving his until he started to tense up under your touch and looked away from you. The uncomfortable aura from the journey here surrounded you once again. "Damon, are you okay?" You asked with concern evident in your voice, but he just let go of you completely and started heading for the door. You walked out the door and began looking for him.
He was sat on a bench outside, with a glass of bourbon in his right hand. You sat down next to him, turned your head to face him and began to talk: "I can tell there's something wrong, Damon. I know you enough to know that you're hurting. Have I done something to upset you? Look I'm sorry that me and Elena tried to sneak past you and Stefan bu-" Damon's lips found their way onto yours and interrupted your rant, but soon your shock was replaced by the feeling of pure bliss. In that short moment everything clicked. All the tension and moments of awkwardness were just the outcome of your developed feeling for each other that weren't apparent to you before this night.