You and I ( A delena story) (under editing)

Delena in Paris

Damon's POV

Ah the joys of compulsion. Elena and I are now sitting first class on a plane ride to Paris. As soon as we take off she drifts to sleep, leaning on me. With my complimentary champagne in hand, I stroke her hair and smile knowing that I will be able to do this whenever I want. I could say I loved her without a fear of her rejecting me. Life is good. Which is as scary as it is enjoyable because I have never known life to be this perfect. When the flight attendant comes by she asks me if I want anything to drink. She smiles all of her perfect white teeth shinning. She leans forward and puts a napkin on my tray table there are numbers written in pen on it. She winks and says "In case you get lonely in Paris," her last word is cut of by Elena. Who is apparently awake now.

"Are you blind?" she snaps.

"What ," the girl stutters obviously caught off guard.

"I currently have my head on his lap and you think it's okay to flirt with a man who is obviously taken." 

"Look I'm sorry." The flight attendant starts to back off. 

"He's mine," Elena says intertwining our fingers and laying her head on my shoulder. 

"Again I'm sorry." Elena nods and let's her scamper.

"A little jealous aren't we?" I ask with a smirk.

"What can I say, I know what I am lucky to have and I don't often like to let others forget it." She kisses me and doesn't let go of my hand for the rest of the flight.

~Hours later~

A gruff voice comes over the speaker. "We have begun are decent into Paris," others around us have puzzled looks on their faces unable to hear the mumble of the pilot. But, being both vampires Elena and I heard the pilot perfectly, she tightens her grip on my hand and I see that excitement covers her beautiful face.

"Look out the window," I got these seats especially just for this moment. She looks out and sees the lights of Paris beneath us shining throughout the dark night. I see her face morph from joy to complete and utter awe.  She has gone through so much grief and heart break that she deserves to see this view every night for the rest of her life.

Elena's POV

I am in a cozy fluffy cave Damon and I created. My head pounds and I want to gag from the eggs that have just been cooked down stairs. I guess that's what staying up till 2am talking with Damon and drinking four bottles of red wine will do to a girl.

I stretch, yawn, and look around. The terrence door is open and I can see the Eiffel tower at sunrise. It is so breath taking I can't seem to take my eyes off the view  until I turn to see Damon standing in a towel he shares the same awed expression as me but, he isn't looking at the tower he's looking at me. 

"Elena we're in Paris we have to do something besides staying in bed all day," Damon says

"Fine if your complaining I am happy with not laying a hand on you all trip " I tease.

"We are in the city of love after all," I grin trying to win my argument. Now that I think of it I do really want to explore the city. I tell Damon that, " since we're here we might as well adventure during the day because we have all night," We both are happy with the out come of our debate and we head out for a day in Pairs.

I am standing at a little merchant cart in front of the Eiffel tower. I pick up a red beret and try it on. The mirror is small and antique but I can see that the beret  compliments my check bones and makes me look like a French fashionista. I pull out my wallet before a hand clasps mine. The cart  owner is shaking his head and saying something in French. I knew I should have done another semester in high school but you know bring chased by an original vampire can put a damper on someone's studies. Damon comes up behind me and starts speaking really fast I assume in French it seems like jiberrish to me. The cart owner smiles and says something that makes Damon blush. I stand up on my tippy toes and whisper in Damon's ear, "please translate" . He walks up and puts my new beret on top of my head and says,