A/N: My girls and I on FanForum were discussing how much we'd like to see SE waking up together. This is based on that. I was up all of last night and this kind of wrote itself in the early hours of the morning.
Together They Write
Inside him are pages of history and secrets, hidden by a cover as beautiful as if it were painted by Gods and pristine, kept undiscovered for one hundred and forty-five years. She can see him writing, his eyes watching her, memorising her and this moment as they stand by the waterfalls, etching onto his pages this memory in the green ink of his irises that flows as smoothly and is as beautiful as the water that cascades down the rock before the wooden bridge that they stand on. Like the water is to all of nature, he is to her, vital and life-saving.
Elena wakes, her eyes fluttering slowly open. Her head lies on Stefan's chest, her hair fanned out behind her and her hand resting on the strange combination of the soft skin and firm muscles of his abdomen. Her head slightly rises and falls as he breathes in his sleep, as calmly and rhythmically of the relaxed turning over of book leaves. She smiles at this rare intimate moment of tranquillity. Outside, beyond the curtains that stop the morning light breaking the sleepiness of the room, birds sing and chatter, busying themselves with the new day. The smell of coffee filters up from the kitchen through the air of the boarding house, weak by the time it reaches Stefan's room but enough to stain Elena's sense of smell.
Still, she does not get up. The rest of Mystic Falls may be up and alert but Elena is not yet ready to end this moment. She adjusts her right leg where it had been thrown over Stefan's and places her knee strategically between his thighs. She lifts her head and feels him stirring as she places soft kisses along his paper-smooth skin, on his chest, his neck, his jaw and then his lips. She feels him smile against her mouth and he brings up a hand to trace soft patterns with his fingers on the skin of her bare back. They make out slowly and lazily, pressed against each other and feeling each other with roaming hands.
He rolls her onto her back and she smiles up at him as he caresses her cheek with a thumb. He feels her left hand travel down his torso and below his navel. He grabs it in his right as well as the other one and pins them both above her ahead while his other hand runs the length of her right thigh as she wraps her legs around his back. He loves that she wants to please him but she'd done enough of that last night when she showed him exactly how much she loved him for his support while she made an ally of Elijah. But no, this morning is going to be about her. He kisses her, deep and open-mouthed, his lips soft and gentle on hers with their tongues treading a tasteful tango. This morning is hers and theirs. They'll take it in full.
Together they write.
A/N: Short, I know, but I think it works that way. There's a story coming up based on then end of 2x18. That will be up soon. Thanks again to all of you for your reviews. They are so encouraging.