The cup smashed as it hit the ground and Elena knew that the coffee it had held would be spreading across the floor but she was damned if she cared. Wriggling free of her torn shirt, she flung the fabric across the room, not looking to see where it landed, before pulling Damon down over her.
Her legs were still wrapped tightly around him, which helped to hold him still as she found the front of his shirt with both hands and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere and clattering to the ground all around them. Hungrily, Elena's hands ran down the front of Damon's body, feeling the smooth, cool ripples of his muscled torso until it was interrupted by the waistline of his jeans and the grip of her thighs. After the moment of indulgence, Elena once again took hold of her boyfriend's shirt, pushing it impatiently back and off his shoulders. Her own body arced up towards him as she struggled with the fabric, so she could feel his chest against hers through the plain, purple bra she had on.