[ at a different time in her life, she'd be considerably more than surprised at herself, except she doesn't think about that; quite the opposite. she's happy and comfortable and she wants this, they want this. (it shouldn't be so simple, she thinks perhaps it's not, and maybe it isn't. it's damon. that never has been so simple, but it has felt right and wrong in equal measure.)
she settles back against him, delights quietly in the embrace. elena smiles at the double entendre and the kiss, lean into it, all while reaching over to pull the plate of food in her lap and in better reach. (she likes this.)
her brow furrows some at his confession however; she pokes around at her food and tilts her head to the side. it's her confused muppet face. ] You've never had a girlfriend?