Katherine was a little startled by his sudden movement, but turned to face him anyway, looking up the short distance into his blue eyes, which looked bright and alive, even in this evening half light.
Katherine stayed very still when he leaned in, forgetting to do the human thing and breath. His lips were so light on hers, for a moment she thought she might be imagining it, but she wasn't and they were there. It had been a long time since a Damon had kissed her voluntarily. One hundred and forty five years, to be precise. She had forgotten how wonderful it felt, and how much she craved it. Slowly, not wanting to scare him away, she ran one hand up his chest and neck to his cheek, gently stroking the skin as she cupped his face. Her dark eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him back, pressing her lips a little harder to his.