Elena could sense what he wanted--it was always the same thing with them. They would meet a rough patch in the road and then suddenly they were back together, fanning that fiery passion. They would kiss, and that first kiss would lead to more and more until they were suddenly back at the hotel, clothes being shed at vampire speed. She might even rip his shirt open.
The vampire bit into her bottom lip at the thought. She had to stay focused like he was...as hard as it might be. Food first.
She gave a squeeze of his hand and let her boyfriend--or whatever he was--lead, the girl occasionally glancing over at the perfect profile of his face. "What do you think brought us here? And why?"