She met his eyes, shifting to mimick his movements as she stood before him nervously. Parting her lips slightly, he tongue slipped between them to wet them slightly. The taste of his kiss still lingered there. It was beckoning her to taste it again. To allow him to plant another earth shattering kiss on her, but thus confusing and conflicting her more. "I--" she went to speak and her words failed her.

She couldn't push him away. Mainly because she didn't want to. She liked the way it felt. But it was as if she were willing memories to reamerge through a single kiss. She stepped closer bravely and looked up to meet his eyes. Her lips were close to his and she let her eyes trail down to his lips as she spoke. "Damon..." His name leaving her lips was almost silent. Her gaze flicked up to his and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the corner of his. "I don't know what I want. But I think I might go crazy if you don't kiss me again." She looked up at him with an almost pleading look. "Kiss me like you did the first time. The first time we ever kissed." Maybe just maybe reliving memories might help. If not, it didn't hurt trying that was for sure.

She looked into his eyes as he seemed to be contemplating her request. Almost moving away from him for fear that he wouldn't do it or couldn't, she was surprised by his gentle touch and the way he cupped her face. The kiss he placed softly against her lips took her by surprise at how gentle and caring it was. When he pulled back to explain, she listened and swallowed nervously. "Dying?" She tried to remember this and nothing came to memory. He continued to tell her the story and she pictured it in her mind. Looking down briefly, she realized their first kiss was because he was dying.

But then--he lifted her chin and she met his eyes. He held a small smirk, one that she found herself liking more and more. His fingers brushed against her cheek and she stared into his eyes almost mesmerized by his words and his touch. He cupped her face and dipped his head down to place another kiss against her lips. This one was different than the first as it was more desperate and needy. She returned the kiss and placed a hand against his chest as she leaned into him. He pulled back and her breath was shaky, it took her a moment to open her eyes and collect herself to listen to him again.

He talked about Stefan and how he'd changed and the guilt he felt over wanting to have her to himself if Stefan left for good. "You shouldn't feel guilty..." She whispered and felt his hand slide behind her head, his fingernails scraping against her scalp as his hand balled to fist in her hair. He looked down at her with this look, a primal need that she deep down felt too but had been fighting. She swallowed nervously and went to speak but was silenced by another kiss. This kiss unlike the first two. It was passionate, loving, needy and erratic.

Her back slammed against the wall and his fingers threaded with her own as he lifted it above her head and pinned her between him and the wall as he continued to kiss her. He broke the kiss long enough to speak against her lips and she found her whole body quivering, reacting to him like a lover never forgotten. Her brain may have forgotten but her body did not. She felt the pull towards him, the need and the desire. It nearly consumed her. Her breathing was hitched and nervous as she tried to piece together how she felt and fought to remember all that he spoke of. It was like listening to a story about someone else but feeling like you'd been there but couldn't have. She met his eyes and searched them for answers to her unspoken questions. "Damon..." His name left her lips like some silent plea and she curled her fingers around his tightly. Her free hand slid up his chest to his shoulder where she bunched his shirt and continued to look in his eyes. She went to speak again, but there were no words for what she was feeling so she decided to show him.

Using her strength, she spun to slam his back against the wall and mimicked his movements before. Pinning his hand against the wall, she kissed him and the images of memories that flickered the night she crossed the border and began to drown again came flooding in her mind. Slammed up against a wall, a white dress, an apology, a fire...so much flashed it made her dizzy and she held onto him tighter as she kissed him with such need and want.

It almost felt like everything was falling into place, aside from not remembering anything from their history together or the fact that she loved him. But she wanted to so badly because he was different than she originally thought. His kiss intensified and he lifted her to the counter with ease that never broke their kiss.

Her whole body felt like it was on fire and it burned for him, she needed him and wanted him so bad that she couldn't stand it. He broke the kiss only to speak against her lips and she closed her eyes. She wanted to be angry that he wasn't sorry for hurting the people she loved but she somehow saw past it. Was she blind to his faults? In this moment, yes. In this moment, she felt a deeper connection to him, and it scared her.

"I'm sorry that I can't remember that I did love you..." She said softly against his lips before pulling him back into a kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her phone began to ring and she pushed him back a bit, attempting to catch her breath and compose herself. "I-I should...I should get that." Her voice was shaky and her lips swollen from kisses, her body still aching for him.