Title: Resisting
Series: Temptation series
Author: brittany34
Pairing: Stefan and Caroline, mentions of Caroline/Alaric and Stefan/Valerie
Rating: T with the possibility of later installments going up to an M rating
Summary: She's knows it's wrong and that promises have been made, but when he's right in front of her sending all of her senses into overdrive it's easy to forget.
A/N This will be part 1 in a series of at least 3 oneshots. Firstly this is the first time I have written ANYTHING for a fandom other than Smallville so please be kind. Also no Beta and it's almost 1 AM where I am so I apologize for any typos.
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Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips worked their way across her jaw and down the slender column of her neck. He stopped when he reached her shoulder and she couldn't keep herself from tilting her head to the side giving him access to the spot at the far inside of her collarbone. A spot that he'd discovered their first time together. A time when they'd both been humanity free and he had taken what he wanted from her all the while making her moan and writhe and scream and beg.
His lips moved on their desired trail and when he finally reached that spot he let his tongue dart out to lick and taste her heated flesh. Unable to stop herself she pulled him closer to her and was rewarded when he lifted his head and his lips finally collided with hers in a searing kiss.
"Please Caroline," his words coming out in small pants against her mouth, "don't marry him." She felt his breath hit and mingle with hers and an involuntary moan forced it's way from her. It had been so long since she'd been kissed this way, so long since she had felt even a fraction of the burning desire his lips were sending through her. In fact he had been not only the last man to make her feel this way, but if she were being completely honest with herself Stefan Salvatore was the only man who'd ever made her feel this way.
He pressed his lips back to hers and this time nibbled on her lower lip begging for Caroline to open up for him. When she realized resisting was a losing battle she sucked his tongue into her warm mouth and savored his taste before releasing it and allowing him to take control. He kissed her with such fierceness that she could swear he was trying to devour her.
Then suddenly she was slammed into the wall behind her. His hands grabbing everywhere he could reach and she reveled in it. In his scent, his touch, and everything else that was Stefan.
She couldn't and wouldn't deny herself any longer. She gripped the sides of his jacket and the slid the fabric over his shoulders. Stefan pulled away from her and shook the black leather to the floor. Suddenly his right hand found the small of her back and his left was slowly making it's way up the outside of her thigh stopping only when one side of her dress was hitched up to her waist. God it had been so long since she felt this way... So long. Why had she denied herself this feeling? Why had she given this up? Without anything other than the thought of finally being with him again to motivate her she lifted her leg and rubbed the inside of her thigh against the outside of his.
She felt his lips curve up at the corners at her movement and she knew that grin. It was the smirk of someone that had won. Someone that had finally gotten everything he ever wanted and instantly her body went stiff.
What the hell was she doing? How after all the heartbreak and loss she had felt as a result of this man could she allow him to even come near her let alone touch her in ways she hadn't even allowed her fiancee to.
Her fiancee...
Oh God...
Alaric.
The girls.
Their little family.
It seemed like only days before that she had promised the man she was about to marry that she was happy, that she was fulfilled by their life. That their family was what she wanted, and that she didn't need closure from her relationship with Stefan.
In that moment she knew she needed to stop him. That this was wrong and all she was feeling was a physical response to someone who had always been a weakness for her. This had to be a purely a hormonal thing. Caroline knew that under the lust she felt for him was still the anger, the fear, and the unbelievable sadness that had almost ruined her completely.
She gripped tightly onto the front of his button down and Stefan seemed to misunderstand her intent because suddenly his shirt was on the ground and the tiny buttons that had held it together were scattered around them. She pulled her head back and stared down at the plain white t shirt that was all that was between her and the feeling of his skin against her hands.
What the hell was she thinking?!
This needed to stop... Right now. It just didn't make sense. The hold he had on her almost felt supernatural, like she had some crazy doppelganger like pull to this man.
She forced herself to lightly push him back and her eyes met his. She would later swear that she could see the exact moment that he realized she wanted him to stop and the corners of his grin turned downward.
"Don't," he practically growled.
"Stefan..."
"Don't," this time it came out more as a plea.
"We can't do this," she could hear the way her voice wavered and she was certain he could too.
"Please... Don't marry him," he repeated.
Building up her strength she stepped around him and this time with conviction she didn't know she had she told him again, "we can't do this."
He didn't turn to look her way but she could see his reflection in the long mirror in front of him. His face tightened. His eyes clamped shut then opened meeting hers, "I love you."
Caroline stared at him blankly as his words, words that at one time would have sent her heart rate into overdrive washed over her. Stefan loved her and if the look in his eyes told her anything it was that he'd never stopped.
Her eyes narrowed and she clenched her teeth into her tongue. She wasn't going to respond. He didn't deserve for her to. He was the one who had left Her. He was the one that had never bothered to contact her. He was the one that left her and went on the run with another woman. The one woman who had already caused such trouble between them.
Valerie.
After all that had happened, after Caroline had admitted to him the insecurities the other woman caused to boil up in her. After she'd gone so far as to place a spell on Caroline to make it so her and Stefan couldn't touch. After the longing looks that Valerie sent his way, and the obvious desire she had to be he one by his side he had still made the decision to leave with her, and in doing so made the decision to leave Caroline and the life she'd thought they'd started to build together behind.
His betrayal of her had hurt more than anything she'd ever experienced. She still remembered the moment that she had realized he was never coming back for her. Her breathing and become labored and the sobs forced their way out. Everything around her felt like it was weighing down on her. Somehow the loss of merely one person in her life felt like the loss of almost everyone. He was her Boyfriend sure, but in reality he'd been so much more then that to her. He's been her best friend, her confidant, her future... Or so she had thought.
That was how her weekly 'book club' meetings had started. She'd force a smile on her face. Kiss the girls goodbye and walk out the door with a fake bounce in her step. It was only after she was far away from her little girls and their father that she would let her false bravado slip and allow the pain to flow over her.
She'd spent more and more nights away from her new family and sitting alone in a dark river park mourning the man she thought could actually be the love of her life. She'd been wrong though, he'd broken her, that was how she saw him now as the one who broke her heart.
She glanced up at him and he had turned to meet her eyes, it was over his shoulder that she finally got a good look at herself. Hair completely mussed and her lipstick smudged. The bridal gown she had been busy trying on when he'd slipped into the small fitting room was still ruched up on one hip, a small piece of the layering tulle stuck in the waistband of her still visible red panties. Glaring at her reflection she realized she was the perfect vision of a wanton woman, an adulteress.
She had to end this. He needed to understand that this would never happen again so with all the self respect she could still muster she fixed her dress. Wiped away the proof of their heated moment from around her lips and ran a hand over her hair. Then she glared coldly at him and said the one thing she knew might finally get her point across.
"Stefan... You and me... It's not gonna happen."
His eyes bore into hers his look of determination still in tact despite her words.
Caroline swallowed heavily and before the tears she could feel building could spill out she slipped from the room.
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