"Did it work?" Elena asked Stefan, eying him suspiciously.
"Oh, it worked." A slight smirk, formed on Stefan's lips.
"Ok, good, but where is Caroline?" Elena's eyes searched the room, looking around.
"I don't care." Stefan said.
"What?" Elena replied, confused.
"Elena.. you know what I love about life? The fact that we are vampires we can do whatever the hell we want.. don't you want to have fun? Even just a little bit?
"Stefan.. what are you saying?"
Stefan leaned in close to Elena's ear. "I want to have fun with you, Elena."
She shivered and Stefan chuckled.
"Stefan.. we can't." She didn't want to admit it but she felt a pull with Stefan, whenever he was around.
"And why the hell not?" He whispered, his lips, sweeping over her earlobe.
"It's wrong.." She bit her lip.
"But wrong never felt so right."
She closed her eyes, as his lips pressed to hers, she allowed herself to relax. She missed it, missed this feeling, missed the way his lips molded with hers perfectly. Her hands found his hair and she felt herself kissing back. But wait, why was she doing this? You love Damon. She told herself as she allowed Stefan to pull her closer. He pulled back slightly, searching her face.
"Do you not feel that connection we used to have?.. the way my hands would touch your waist, the butterflies you have right now from being pressed against me?"
Stefan's lips kissed down her neck.
Elena felt herself crumbling in his presence.
She tugged his hair, letting him kiss down her neck.
You don't love Damon, maybe you never really did.