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"You're back," Called a voice from the doorway.

"For a while now actually...," a thickly accented voice replied.

In the dark, a sole figure could now be seen at the shared 1920's apartment's kitchen table. For lent up against the doors frame, his arms crossed , hair tousled did the hooded eyed brunette just chuckle.

"Right...," he replied lazily, with understanding. "...yet anyways, how was dinner with the doll face?" the young vampire asked matter of fact, with a narrowing of his eyes towards the blond. "Did everything go jake or what?"

Raising his cigarette to his lips, the other paused short, only to later on in a second let out a whiff of swirling smoke into the silence. The music of an ol' phonograph in the backdrop was now playing a drusy, jazzy blues song.

"What do you think, Stefan?"

Smiling small at the ugly mocking tones he was far too use to hearing, clad in tank and jimmies only as he pushed himself off the door frame then to walk slowly over to were the blond sat hunched over, with his full glass of hooch still left untouched before him unlike his ciggy, did the careful brunette reaching out to grasp hold of the hybrid's tense shoulders, squeeze. Leaning down to place soft kisses along a stubble cheek, fingers brushing along plastered hair along they way, did Stefan murmured into his baby's turned ear.

"She'll get over it, Niky," he said soothingly, while the original groaned out a low sigh at the mention of his sister, his eyes closing, while the ripper's talented fingers continued to pinch at sensitive spots along his neck. "She's just jealous, you know all that..." Stefan said lightly. "See, I'm not sorry, and neither the hell are you, for who's the one feeling sorry for themselves here now in all this?" the younger's voice pitched smoothly. " But her,...she's just being overly dramatic, is all...," he trailed off.

"Always is."

Chuckling on some more, the brunette added, "...as darling Rebekah will always just be that. Rebekah." He went on to sarcastically finish with a bit of soft, dark teasing. "So don't look so blue, it'll get better; always does. 'Cause no matter what, she still needs you..."

Not answering to this, yet allowing for one last kiss with a tightening pull of those firm tired shoulders, the ripper pulled back amongst the familiar keen smells of booze and cigarettes, and unspoken understanding, with a satisfied twitch of his lips, did he head off back to bed.

The hybrid, as he did all the while, letting out one last slow blow of smoke with a clenched jaw, blue eyes the color of an angry dark sea shining bright in the moonlight, as they stared off into oblivion.

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A/N: So what'd you think?