Jeremy gulped as the door swung open. She had been quick. That would still take some time to get used to. He couldn't remember Vampire Vicki at all. He only knew what Elena's journal had told him and what he'd seen on the show. It was almost a shock to see her there, standing looking right back at him. He knew she wasn't dead, he'd talked to her after all, and Anna had been perfectly normal and alive when he'd seen her, so it seemed logical that Vicki would be the same, but he just hadn't quite believed it. A rush of relief washed over him, accompanied by the guilt for staying away from her. It wasn't because he hadn't wanted to see her. He hoped she knew that.
He was about to talk when she stepped towards him. At first he was ready to flinch, but then he felt her lips on his and everything stopped. It was as though time had rewound and he was back in his room with her the summer before, just the two of them against the world, before any of this scary-ass shit.
Jeremy's arms slipped around her waist, holding her close as he kissed her back, his eyes shutting so he could enjoy the feeling of her lips. It felt exactly the same as he remembered. She was exactly the same as he remembered, if a couple of degrees colder.
After a moment, he frowned, realising what he was doing. No, he couldn't just walk in her and kiss her like nothing had happened. A lot had happened, for him at least. He was a different person now; not the same messed up Jeremy she had known. She needed to know who he was now, and he needed to relearn her, before anything could happen. Lifting his hands to her arms, he pulled back, putting a little distance between them. He looked down. "I'm sorry, I..." Awkwardly, he glanced back up at her. He didn't want to take his eyes off her now he could actually see her again.