Damon had longed for this for...more centuries than he wanted to count. He'd never expected to find it, taking bits and pieces where he could, and giving up on a cohesive whole. He sighed, pressing a kiss to Rebekah's forehead, breathing in her scent, mingled with Elijah's, and feeling a little shiver of pleasure run over him.

Elijah twisted his hand enough to capture Rebekah's as well. It was vaguely ridiculous how much he had no inclination to move from here, though he found himself smiling, just a bit.

"Whatever were you two up to earlier?" Because the rollercoaster of emotion he'd been picking up from them had been dizzying.