Being free enough with herself to use her abilities at all felt liberating. She contributed that to Damon's unconditional acceptance of her. Granted he had been less receptive of her darker side, but she hoped everyone would be; that wasn't the kind of person Elena ever wanted her loved ones to accept.
With a laugh, she followed him onto to the dance floor. This was an area where he and Stefan had often been divided. She remembered all the way back to the Miss Mystic Falls dance, he had treated it as a joke. She had enjoyed it, but some part of her had been a little bit serious about the whole thing. Her mom had wanted Elena to go far, but the outcome hadn't been so bad in the end.
Thoroughly encouraged, too, by Damon's reaction, Elena pulled her body flush against his and swayed along with the beat. She felt more like herself than she had in a long time. This was the kind of girl she had been, after all, before the death of her parents. Going out, having fun, those had been a mainstay. She had shut it all off when they died, fun becoming substantially less important.
Elena slipped her arms around his neck, smile turning mischievous. "What do you say, Damon? Still want to go home?"