He knew how it would look to anyone who knew them if they came upon what was happening; there would be no denying it, no making excuses, not when the truth was so obvious. The way that they danced so close; bodies moving in rhythm, pressed against one another. But the true story was the one being told by their eyes. Those looks that lingered; far more intimate than the one friends shared glances. He devoured her with a gaze; took in anything and everything that was Elena Gilbert. It was the strange dynamic with her; sometimes he felt like the hunter, and sometimes he felt like the prey. His concern should be with Caroline; he knew he should try to make things right with her...but all Tyler wanted to do was live in that moment forever. With Elena. Even without her emotions, she had been there for him when everyone else turned their backs. They had traded barbs; flirted, fought, but she hadn't kicked hi out. Maybe, even then, she had needed him in the same way that he needed her. Neither of them might admit it but that didn't make it any less true.
The kiss was more than the first they had shared; there was nothing brief about it...when their lips finally made contact, when he gave it and did what he had been thinking about since she showed up in the bar, he knew it wasn't going to be the last. Her lips were soft; lush and sweet, with just a hint of the alcohol that they had been downing earlier. She was just as fierce as he was; just as demanding, her tongue forcibly parting his lips, an action he was eager to comply with. It was easy to get swept away in it. To forget that this place existed at all. That anything outside of her did. Elena took him by surprise, though. A burst of preternatural speed and strength; his back was against the wall to their right, the force would have been enough to take the breath from his lungs, but her kiss had already done that. Who cared if any of the other patrons noticed? If they stopped and stared? None of them mattered, not in the slightest.
And this was a Hell Dimension; that was something that all of them had been repeatedly told. No-one was going to blink at what had just happened. A small groan escaped into her mouth; she had been aggressive without her emotions...but this was different. Even more intense; because he knew the same feelings, desires, that were dominating his entire being had to be flooding through hers. They could destroy the building with what they wanted to do to each other and even then Tyler wouldn't have wanted to stop. He had never been known for his self control, despite all the progress he had made. But he also wasn't submissive. Both hands on her hips now, he tore his mouth away from hers, a growl coming from the back of his throat. Putting strength behind the movement, he flipped their positions, lifting her up and spinning around so that he could shove Elena into the wall. He knew that she could handle it. He was holding her up with ease; shoulders pinned against the strong support behind them, hips more lined up, so that her feet were barely touching the ground. He buried his face against her neck; breathing in the scent, teeth skimming over her skin. His bite was deadly; he wouldn't, not to her, but there was an element of danger to it. “This is your last chance to run...” The words were barely audible against her flesh. His hands had moved down to grab her ass through the tight jeans that she wore; he wanted to go for more, he wanted his hands under her top, he wanted to feel every curve of Elena Gilbert.