How this week's episode should have ended! I was crying the whole time!
Well, enough about me, here's the story! :)
"I kissed Damon."
The words cut through his heart like the wood chips Stefan was just shot with. Maybe even that felt better than those three words.
"There. All done." Elena said, breaking the silence, quickly resting her hand on his bloody chest, sending sparks through his body he shouldn't be feeling. He was on the edge, he could feel it. And no one was talking him down. Not even Elena. If anything, she just made it worse.
Not taking his his eyes off the ground, he slowly stood up and turned his back on Elena, and started to walk away. He knew he shouldn't, and that she wouldn't, but he listened for her to call out his name and to kiss him and tell her it never happened. But he was right. She didn't.
Instead, when he reached his car, he heard her feet dragging across the ground and leaves, slowly walking up behind him.
"Stefan," She finally said, and he swore he could have melted just then and there. If she still loved him. But she didn't. She have moved on. And to his brother.
"Say something. Please." She begged, even though she kept her voice even.
"I shouldn't have kidnapped you," Stefan said suddenly, the tears in his eyes threatening to spill. He turned around slowly and his eyes met Elena's brown ones. "The car, the bridge.. It was too far."
Elena nodded, looking down at the ground. "Thank you." She said finally, looking back up at him.
"But you shouldn't have lied to me today." Stefan said, his voice stronger now, even though a tear was falling down his face. "You can't go off and do things like that Elena. Not when Klaus is still alive."
He prepared himself for her to yell at him, or to hit him even, for bringing up Klaus yet again. But she never did.
"I know. It's just... I wanted to give Bonnie a moment with her mother." She started to laugh at the insanity of the situation. "Without anything else in the way."
Stefan nodded, his heart breaking even more, realizing what she was saying within the lines. "You mean me getting in the way." He said flatly.
Elena didn't answer, and his heart sunk lower in his chest as she looked to the ground.
"I didn't plan on kissing him." She said, moving on to what she really wanted to talk about. She HAD to let Stefan know she still wanted him, more than his brother. More than Damon.
"You're better than him Elena." Stefan said, another year falling down, and Elena wanted so badly to just kiss away the tears and tell him everything would be okay. "You're better than both of us."
Elena looked back up, just in time to watch him take a step back. Right when he was about to turn around to face his car, she grabbed his elbow.
"Wait." She said sternly, and he listened. "You aren't leaving me. Not again."
"Elena, I can't." His voice cracked on the last word, not turning around.
"I'm not any better than you." She started, wrapping her other arm around the one she was holding, too. She was surprised he didn't try to shake her off. "I kissed you're brother. I betrayed you. I've done bad things. It's not just you."
"Really, Elena." He scoffed, still facing the road. "So you've killed thousands of people over the last many, many years, you deserted your significant other for another vampire I really hate, and almost killed you more times than I can count on my fingers?"
"No. But everyone does bad things, Stefan!" She said, tugging on his arm, making him face her. "Everyone. No one is better than another."
"So you're telling me you aren't better than me?" He asked her, making the veins under his eyes stick out, his eyes turn red, and his fangs pop out. He wasn't going to bite her, he was proving a point.
"I always thought you looked your best like this," She whispered, so quietly even he could barely hear it. Her hands left his arm, and her fingertips ghosted over the veins under his eyes, making him shudder from the touch. "It shows who you really are."
"A monster?" He scoffed, careful not to move. He didn't want her touch to leave him.
"No." Her fingers moved from his eyes to his neck. "The man I love."
Suddenly, her lips were on his. He didn't know if she kissed him, or if he gave in and kissed her, but they were kissing and panting and crying and their clothes were suddenly too hot and too tight and kissing just wasn't enough.
Elena was the one to break away from lack of air, but even then Stefan's lips didn't stop, they just moved to her jawline and neck. She guided him over to his car and opened the back door without his lips leaving her neck. She laid them down with Stefan above her. It was cramped, but she didn't care.
"Elena..." Stefan whispered, his lips ghosting over her neck, back and forth, his fangs brushing her skin every so often. "I can't." He said, even though his lips didn't stop, and his hands on her hips didn't let up.
Elena grabbed his head and made him look at her. She noticed he never made his fangs go away, and his eyes never went back to their usual green color.
"I love you." She said simply, reaching behind him to pull his jacket and shirt off. She remembers what his body looked like-how could she not? It was perfect-but he somehow looked stronger. More toned. If that was even possible.
"Elena..." He started again, his hands sliding under her shirt, his fingertips running over her stomach, making her muscles coil under his touch.
"Please, Stefan." She said as she started to kiss him again, slowly sliding his pants off. All that was left was his black boxers.
"Dammit," He moaned, his instinct kicking in. He didn't want this to happen. It couldn't. He didn't want to lose control.
But no matter what he tried, he had her in just her bra and thong in under thirty seconds, his fangs scraping against the inside of her bottom lip violently, but he somehow never bit her.
"Please, Stefan." She begged more urgently, squirming under him. He moved his hands from her hair to her sides to steady her and to keep her from moving. He was losing control, and quick. It reminded him of the time in Elena's room where things got too heavy, too fast, resulting in him throwing himself on the wall, leaving a dent. The only problem here? The animistic feelings were ten times worse, and there was no wall to throw himself on to stop him.
"Stefan," She whispered, tightening her legs around his waist a bit more, and she arched her back, pressing her warm core into his erection. And just like that, he lost all the control he had left.
"Fuck," He growled, his fangs coming out again. He ripped off Elena's bra and thong as she pulled down his boxers. He immediately thrusted into her without any warning, making Elena cry out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
His mouth went straight to her neck, doing everything in his power not to bite her. But it wasn't helping that his hips were going faster and faster, Elena's moans getting louder and louder.
Elena clawed at his back, digging her fingernails into his skin, drawing blood. He sucked on her neck hard, feeling her blood rush under his lips, making the feeling of biting her unbearable. His gut started to clench, and he knew Elena was almost at her point to.
"Stefan!" She screamed as she came, ripping apart the skin on his back. He came shortly after, kissing her forcefully, trying not to bite her.
After coming down from the high, Stefan finally lifted his lips from hers.
"That wasn't supposed to happen." He said, his voice raspy. He tried to pull out of her, but Elena followed his movements, not letting him. Lust ripped open the inside of his body all over again, and he realized the whole time he had sex with Elena, his fangs never went away, and his eyes never went back to normal. He wasn't fully there. The ripper was.
"But you did it without biting me." she said pointedly, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair. Stefan reached into the front seat and turned the inside lights on, and handed Elena a mirror. She looked at her neck, and tiny, butterfly nips and bites were all over her neck and chest. None of them were deep enough to actually draw blood, but they were still noticeable.
"Stefan... You still didn't fully bite me." She said, dropping the mirror as she started kissing him again. When she pulled away, she sighed.
"What?" Stefan asked, still feeling guilty of mindlessly fucking her with no second thought. She didn't deserve that.
Elena just ran her fingers over his eyes, and he knew what she was taking about. "I love you." She whispered, kissing him once again. But it was different. it wasn't rushed, or filled with lust. It was sweet and slow and filled with love, calming Stefan down. When she pulled back, his fangs were gone and his eyes were back to normal.
"I love you too." He said, finally pulling out of her and getting dressed.
"Ready to go home?" Stefan asked once they were both dressed. Elena nodded. They spent the drive back to the boarding house in silence, holding hands.
When they arrived, Stefan realized how much anger he had towards Damon for kissing Elena. He got out of the car and slammed the door, making Elena jump.
"Don't do anything." She whimpered, intertwining their fingers and they walked towards the house. Stefan just nodded before he opened the door. Sure enough and just his luck, Damon was standing right in front of the door. He glanced at their intertwined hands, and smirked.
"I guess you got over your girl liking your brother?" Damon said, walking over to the two.
"Damon!" Elena scolded, anger boiling up in her chest. Stefan squeezed her hand, knowing how she felt.
"Oh, Damon. Get over yourself." Stefan said darkly, pulling himself and Elena towards the stairs to his room.
"She'll never get rid of the feeling I gave her when we banged!" Damon yelled out. Stefan didn't even have to ask Elena, he knew he was lying.
"He's lying." Elena confirmed, making him look at her. Stefan just clenched his jaw and his eyes grew dark, and Elena knew what he was about to do. "Don't-!" Elena yelled, but it was too late.
Stefan used his vampire speed to run over to Damon, and punch him with everything he ever had against Damon, making him do a complete 180 before hitting the floor. When he rocked back and forth, but didn't get up, Stefan smirked. He turned back to Elena and smiled, making Elena start to giggle. She ran over to him and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and planted a firm kiss on his lips and Stefan's big hands found themselves on the back of Elena's thighs, holding her up.
"I love you, Elena." He whispered against her lips, carrying her up the stairs to his bedroom.
"I love you too, Stefan."
And with that, he shut the door behind them.
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