Stefan laid on the four-poster bed in the Boarding House.
The room use to be owned by Mrs Flowers but she let Stefan keep it as his own after protecting Fell's Church time after time.
So he and Elena had moved into it.
They helped to move the previous furniture to the basement (an already full room underneath the house) before furnishing it with their shared tastes. Elena had chosen lighter, brighter colours and furnishings. Stefan had been given permission to choose the bed so he had ordered a custom-made beauty.
It had a large embroidered head board with satin fabrics and the frame was dark wood which contrasted beautifully from the pale blue fabric of the curtains. Elena had gasped with joy and had thrown her arms around Stefan as soon as she had seen it. He remembered the joy at that moment; he could be happy just for a little thing like that.
Now he was waiting for his lovely love to come home. She was out with Meredith and Bonnie, her dearest friends, on a shopping trip in town. He imagined Elena's beautiful face; her midnight blue eyes shining, her golden hair lifting in the breeze and her rosebud mouth laughing. Stefan sighed and glanced at the clock, they should be here soon.
At that exact moment, Elena burst into the room. Like so many times before, her angelic beauty took his breath away. "Little lovely love! You're home," He whispered, leaping off of the bed.
He had never regretted asking Katherine to turn him after she chose Damon. Otherwise, he would have never met Elena. Their relationship after that wasn't tainted with bitterness, but with respect and acceptance. It had only intensified after they had protected Katherine from Klaus, who had come looking for her. That had also resulted in Elena discovering her Guardian power.
Stefan had no regrets.
Elena looked at her soul mate with pure love in her eyes. She forgot about the shopping in her hands and let it slide to the floor. The only thing that mattered was her Stefan. His leaf green eyes were filled with kindness and his sensuous mouth was lifted in a smile. She pressed her mouth to his in a light kiss which turned more sensual than planned.
His hand gently stroked her cheek and traced across her shoulders. She shivered with pleasure, feeling every touch through her tank top. Elena laced her hands behind his back, her aura entwined with Stefan's, and emitted pure love and affection. Their auras mingled gold and green, merging together.
Stefan pulled away suddenly and Elena looked slightly offended. Her rosebud mouth slid into a pout. He laughed and stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"We have a dinner to get to with Damon and Katherine, love." Stefan reminded her.
"Darling, how long are you planning to spend in the shower?" Damon called.
Katherine had been in the hotel shower for nearly half an hour now. They had checked into a 5-star-hotel in Fortown, the nearest city to Fell's Church. There were other towns situated nearer to Stefan and Elena but none of them had the luxury and classiness of Fortown.
Proof of their tastes, even the restaurant that they were dining at tonight was 5-star.
Flushed and barely grasping a towel, she ran out of the bathroom. Her pale gold hair hung in crazy waves which were bunched together by water and reached mid-thigh. Glinting like sapphires, her eyes made Damon's heart skip several beats. He could make out her slight figure from underneath the towel.
Every time he looked at her, he was blown away by her beauty. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on her all those centuries ago. Something like electricity had crackled between them. He loved her. And his brother had loved her. But she had chosen him.
He walked towards her, his eyes wild with lust. Katherine had literally no idea what it did to him to be alone in the same room as her. A growl ripped out from somewhere inside him. Damon wanted her. Right now.
Katherine met her lovely panther's gaze, her heart beating fast. He was incredibly good looking with thick locks of black hair which fell loose over his forehead. His eyes were jet black; seductive and sexy. Everything contrasted dramatically to his pale yet luminous skin. She had seen what was underneath his black leather jacket, black T-shirt and black jeans. It made an equally demanding lust well up inside her.
Damon pressed her up against a wall, her towel dangerously close to slipping off. He dropped a trail of butterfly kisses from her shoulder, working up her throat and along her jaw. She felt like each kiss was a flame left to sizzle on her skin. Her insides melted like every time she had been in his arms. Katherine exhaled softly, the air felt like it burnt an area on Damon's skin.
If she did succumb to him, they'll be no stopping them then. Katherine gripped her towel tightly and resisted the urge to crush herself to Damon and memorise every single inch of that lean body with her slender fingertips.
But with Damon, nobody has a choice.
He had worked his way up to her chin with butterfly kisses. Only a few centimetres more and his darling would succumb to him.
She gave a sigh; his heart banged against his ribs. Katherine very gently prised Damon's hands off of her. As much as she wanted what he did, they had a dinner to get to.
"Darling," He said in a seductive voice.
She only hitched up her towel and ducked underneath the arm that prevented her from walking. "Tonight," She told him.
Damon needed it soon; it was driving him crazy. "Promise?" He asked, his voice strained by how much he was holding back.
"I promise."