A/N : Please let me know what you think of this, I love the idea... and i don't know if it is fully complete yet :)

Stefan turned the key to the Gilbert house, something he was accustomed to from the time he spent with her. It was the little things he remembered that comforted her now, as she replayed everything he had said to her that night "Just some girl I used to date" they both laughed timidly to shake off the pain the reality the words had meant, but underneath the surface there was a truth to it and it shook both of them to their cores. They had never gotten closure and now those words were up in the air and doing nothing to help solve where they were at in this stage in their relationship.

She stepped in and smiled weakly at the gesture, thankful that he had come in and not just left her at the door. She was still upset and he knew it, her tear stained face that was once so perfectly decorated for the dance earlier on that evening was now filled with pain and sorrow. He hated it all, he hated where they were and how their lives had now spun so unbelievably out of control, but somehow being around her made it all worthwhile, even if he just had tonight with her, it would keep him warm forever.

She sat at the counter messing with the clips in her hair, removing them one by one letting her hair fall to her shoulders, trying to steady her breathing, deep breaths she recited to herself. She had cried herself out and was physically and emotionally drained. Stefan began to make tea, again, like he always did, he never had to ask, he just knew she needed it. Just as he remembered everything else about her, and how caring he was when they were together. He always knew the right things to say, like tonight. He always knew the right things to do, like now. And the way he looked at her tonight, was something that reminded her of a time when she knew he was hers and only hers.

She let out a soft sad laugh, with a tinge of pain shifting her facial features, "bad dance karma" she bit her tongue meeting his eyes, pausing for a long moment to drift away in his dusty green eyes, like they had done so numerous occasions that evening. He pressed his lips together, looking down, ashamed of himself for letting his emotions convince him he still had a chance to make things right. It wasn't, none of this was right, tonight shouldn't be right, but it was, whenever he was around her, everything was perfect.

He walked over and placed the steaming cup in front of her, "Elena, I wish I could make this all go away" he met her eyes again, watching as a tear rolled down her face, her eyes glazed now as she wondered how he had returned to her, her Stefan.

"Tell me how to make it better" he reached for her hand and she looked down. His soft palm landing so naturally on hers and electrifying her body, melting between her fingers like it was made for only her hands alone. His touch was hers alone.

"when...when did you come back Stefan?" barely a whisper now as she struggled to find the words to describe her sudden realisation.

"What?...you know when I came back" he said confused.

"No Stefan...you!" she looked back into his eyes again, plunging her soul into his and leaving no room for him to deny her, like he did before, leaving him no other option but to obey at her every request.

He stood, his brow furrowed, not knowing how to reply. Looking down at his hand and not remembering how he had placed it there, he had done it without thinking, and wondered for a second if that was a mistake, but couldn't bring himself to believe that it was.

"Its like, your only back now...all of you" she slipped her hand away, the tears now rolling down her face, her breathing hitched from every thought rushing through her.

She walked around the counter hurriedly looking for a tissue to dry her face, as the tears ran freely down near her mouth and down her chin.

There was silence for a few moments, Elena had her back to him, she stared out the window, looking at her reflection in the glass, noticing how her hair was now down, her eye make up almost completely removed from the tears, her lips quivering, not knowing how much more she could take, how much more pain she could bare alone. She noted the corsage Stefan had given her earlier that night was still intact, it screamed Stefan to her, and she realised she hadn't expected anything less from him when she decided to invite him to the dance. She knew deep down that it would be fine, because he was still there, because no matter what they went through good or bad, he was still able to love her, love her more than anyone else in the world.

Stefan approached behind her, looking at her shattered face in the glass reflection.

"Elena..." he was speechless, but seeing her way broke him, he didn't want her to feel alone, it hurt him and he ached to sooth her like he was once able to. It was the only way he knew how; he needed to be close to her. He couldn't just stand and play the friendship support figure any longer, it wasn't enough.

Stefan placed his hand on her shoulder, realising as soon as he placed it there that she was cold, freezing, shaking. She turned to him slowly, letting his soft touch radiate her body, her eyes slowly moving to meet his now, their faces inches apart. His hand falling down her arm softly, until it dropped to his side and slumped his shoulders slightly, releasing a breath he didn't know he was containing, painfully releasing it.

It was so silent he could hear her staggered breath, and feel her cool exhale smother his nostrils with her scent. Her eyes fluttered closed, her tears had stopped her lips slightly apart. Stefan circled her wrist with his thumb noticing her shudder at this, she moved closer to him, almost by accident, their lips brushed, barely touching, both unsure if this was planned. She let out a staggered breath into his mouth their lips still grazing and she only moved closer only to find his strong lips encircle hers.

For a moment, there was no world but them, everything that happened that night had slowly sunk into the earth and left their beautiful world in which they only resided. Where only their memories, truths and emotions were to be found, where the clarity about them together wasn't even a question to be fathomed. For a split second they both let it happen, almost like something drew them together. Naturally, like sea and sand, like plants and soil, the earth and the moon, built to exist as one in the universe.

Their lips locked together and caressed slowly, knocking the air out of their lungs from the feeling. Moving to find their tongues and intensify together so naturally even after all this time, her hand moved impatiently to his face and pressed him closer, even when she was still suffocating under his beautiful lips, she couldn't remove herself from him. His hand moved to her waste tracing the pearls and patters of her dress with his finger tips.

Stefan pulled away suddenly, pressing his forehead against hers tenderly leaning against it, fighting the tears as his breathing hitched slightly. Her eyes confused and hurt trying to find his and wondering why once again he had denied her the affection she so longingly needed and wanted from him. He shook his head no, tears flooding his eyes as he struggled to control them meeting hers again, knowing he would flounder in the epiphany that they brought him.

"Not now" he tried under his breath.

"Why" she asked loudly, her face squinting with pain from his words, desperately trying to stop herself from grabbing him again and pulling him back to her where he belonged.

"I'm sorry...I do, I do want this, but..." he widened the space between their bodies, leaving enough room for him to breath, knowing if he kept the proximity between them he would give in to temptation. But that tiny inch in space between them sent a tang of pain through Elena's heart, and she looked away completely broken and vulnerable now.

"Elena, you still need to know what you want, you've been through so much tonight, its not right" Elena shook her head in disbelief and reached for his hand.

"How can you say this is not right?" she pleaded, looking down at his hands now, wishing he hadn't just said those words, how much they hurt her the instant he said them, the truth piercing her with the reality of the situation.

"You...you still need to... make a choice Elena...and if I kiss you again" he sighed his eyes drifting anywhere but to hers, "I won't be able to stop" he whispered.

"Then don't" she said simply, knowing she wouldn't want to stop either, searching his eyes, realising that she could see him again, she could really see the Stefan she had never forgotten. The one she had missed, the one she had tried on so many occasions to revive, the man she loved and ached for was in front of her and she couldn't bare it any longer, being so close but so far apart.

Stefan looked at her hands for a moment, fighting with himself, his rational brain telling him you bit her, you drove her away. He thought of her feelings for Damon for a second, but when her fingers stroked his face suddenly and she was looking into his eyes, wishing to god he was still in there, afraid that he would leave again, his heart could not bear it, none of it mattered anymore. Even if she chose Damon after tonight, he would remember this moment with her forever and he would just have to deal with the pain, it was worth it.

He crashed his lips on hers, catching her off guard but she quickly recovered returned his kiss just as eagerly, moving for his hair, pulling at the strands, gripping his shoulders and finding his tie for balance as they fell against the sink. "God I...missed...you" he tried to tell her, his lips never once leaving hers.

"Stefan" their kisses deep and intense, he turned his head to plunge himself further into her mouth, making her writhe from it, his kiss moving to her jaw, and down her neck, and over her ears around the shell of her ear swirling his tongue.

"Elena" he whispered to her, she wrapped her hands around him, as he fit his strong arms encircling her perfectly around his chest. Her tears of happiness rolling down her goofy smile as she stroked his face, "Hi" she giggled, as he smiled back, "I never left" he placed a kiss on her forehead, fixing a strand of her behind her ear,

"id never leave you" she nodded, bursting into tears, pulling her into his arms again and he turned his head into the crook of her neck with his lips pressed firmly on her skin breathing her in, and releasing a content sigh on to her soft skin. "I love you" she whispered.

What did you guys think? I really want this to happen, no more Damon, PLEASE!

Should I continue with this? If i get more than 10 reviews and a few suggestions I might think about another chapter. Let me know, oh and dont worry next chapter of 'Coming Home' will be uploaded very soon if your wondering.

I just get side tracked after each weeks episodes and need to write something new.