Craving physical comfort, Elena was looking forward to this - to them. Even knowing the heartache that would follow whenever she got to talk to Bonnie, Caroline, and Stefan, she wanted this to happen. After everything she had been through, that she had put him through with simply her words, Elena couldn't help but to latch on to him without the intent of letting go. It felt right, and that was all she needed to open her mouth up to him and let her hands do the wandering across the broad expanse of his back.
All she felt in the shift from room to room was the way it rustled her hair. Elena's fingers tensed against his skin as his hands did their own wandering. Now she was kind of wishing she'd worn more skirts in her humanity-less phase, but there wasn't a need to rush. They had nothing but time together there, provided he didn't disappear in the same way she'd randomly appeared here in the first place, and she wanted to indulge in that. Some part of her deigned to even believe she deserved this bit of solace, but she would never admit to it.
Taking it slow looked like it might not be in the cards for them. She found herself tugging at his shirt, tempted to rip yet another one off of him, but managed to resist how much she wanted him. For now.
In the midst of kissing him, Elena began shifting around on his lap. Hands on his shoulders kept her steady as she lifted herself up enough to be able to straddle him. Half-raised up on her knees, she bent over him, digits working their way to either side of his face as she peppered him with more kisses. She could get carried away kissing him for hours, no doubt about that.
After feeling so low, like the very scum of the earth, now Elena was chasing the high that she knew he could give her. He had before, only this time there was no sire bond to spoil the atmosphere of what was supposed to have been a secret day between them. Now there was just this, her tongue in his mouth and his hands claiming her as his.