Author's note: I know it's really hard to do right now, but we just have to have a little faith. I've said it before and I mean it. I will go down with my ship. I have faith that they will find each other again and all the rest of you should too. By the way thank you so much for your reviews, follows and favorites for this story already. It really does warm my heart. I know this is probably far from being a convential Stelena story, but I like writing them a little different but still have the parts we love most about them in there to shine through. Well here's some more. This chapter is a little smutty. Enjoy my lovelies!

She had him. Just seeing the look on her face, he could see that she knew she had him hook, line and sinker. That information alone was aggravating as hell. She knew all she had to do was bat her pretty little eyelashes at him and he would be eating out of the palm of her hand. What was even more aggravating was the simple fact that she wasn't his girlfriend and she had him completely whipped. How or when it happened he wasn't even sure, but all he knew was.. he was and always would be pussy whipped when it came to Elena.

"Fucking hell," he murmurs and catches a glimpse of her doing her little happy clap.

But then she was frowning, "Your excitement is a little overwhelming, Stefan," she comments sarcastically, obviously hurt by his lack of enthusiasm.

"Isn't it like every guy's dream to deflower one of the good girls?"

"Not like this it isn't.."

"Fine. Thanks for your help. I'll just find someone else," she was frowning again.

"To hell you are."

That wasn't even an option.

"Then shut up and kiss me, Salvatore," she smirks and he can't help but laugh.

He pulls her onto his lap and it's his turn to smirk, "I'm trying. You're the one that won't shut up."

He closes his eyes, leans forward, covers her mouth with his and for the first time in like ten years he kisses Elena Gilbert.

Thankfully it doesn't take her long to start responding back. She's kissing him back, licking and sucking on his bottom lip until he can feel his dick harden even more than he thought was possible. Even though his head was screaming that it was wrong, it didn't mean that other parts of his body hadn't been thrilled as fuck at the idea of making little miss goody-tissues not so innocent anymore. He was hard as a rock and she was moaning into the kiss and pressing her body into his. Good God. It was going to be a long ass night.

Before he even realizes what is going on, their clothes are laying on his bedroom floor and he's on top of her kissing her neck and making her moan his name. The only thing separating them is his boxer briefs and her bra and panties. Black lace. His favorite. Well his new favorite.

He takes a second to enjoy the view, "I like the lace, Gilbert," he licks over his lips.

She blushes and it just makes him laugh.

And then she's kissing him, slipping her tongue inside his mouth and making him make sounds he didn't even know he could make. For a blushing innocent she sure does know how to kiss. She pulls away a few moments later and she's smirking.

"When all you do is kiss, you get kind of good at it," she explains.

"You reading my mind now woman?" he quirks an eyebrow and chuckles.

Her hand slips between their bodies and wraps her small fingers around his raging hard-on making him growl in response, "Mm pretty much. You're like an open book."

"Alright, smartass. What am I thinking right now then?"

"That you want me. You want me really bad," she teases.

Damn she's good.

He pulls her up and she helps him get her bra off. Once it's off his lips are immediately at the newly exposed skin. He's kissing along her chest, she's arching her back and calling out his name. She tugs at his hair and moans again when he dips his head even lower and continues kissing her breasts.

Laying her back down onto his pillows he smiles and gazes into her eyes as his fingers hook into the side of her panties. She's nervous. She'll never admit it, but he sees it there in her eyes. He's seen that same look only once before.

"Stefan, I'm scared," she pouts and whines.

He's ten years old and he's pissed as hell. Not only did she break his favorite airplane by flying into the big oak tree in his backyard, she also had to try and get it herself. Obviously that didn't turn out the way she wanted it to, because he was climbing the tree now and having to get her down himself. She claims she's not scared of heights, but he knows better. She's fine getting there, but once she looks down she starts freaking out.

"Stefan?!" she cries out.

"I'm almost there, just don't move, Elena."

"Hurry up. I think this branch is about to give way."

He bites his tongue to not say something mean that will just make her cry even more.

Finally he manages to reach her and they slowly make their way back down. As soon as they reach the ground her arms envelope around him and she's hugging him so tight he can't breathe. He's about to make a comment about how she's crushing him, but a weird thought comes to his mind. And he forgets about her bone-crushing embrace. He doesn't really think it's weird anymore when she hugs him. He kind of likes it. She feels.. like home.

"Thank you. I was so scared."

"Just next time let me climb the trees," he teases her.

"Promise me you won't ever let me do something stupid. Something I'll end up regretting."

"I promise, Elena."

"Stefan?"

Her voice brings him back to reality and he sees the confusion written all over her face.

He groans as he hears Elena's ten year old self making him make that promise over and over again in his head. He pulls away from her suddenly, "I can't. I'm sorry.."

"What the- What do you mean you can't?!"

She covers herself up and he begins to gather up all their clothes. He tosses her bra and shirt to her and then her pants. He can't even look her in the face, because he knows she's furious with him. She probably feels humiliated and it's all his damn fault. He feels disgusted with himself. Disgusted that he let it even get this far. She was Elena. She deserved better than this. She deserved flowers, candles, sweet romantic music. Not this. Not one night she would end up regretting later on. She was right. He did want her. But not like this.

"I just can't ok?"

"Whatever," she spits out as she's pulling her shirt back on and scrambling around as she looked for her shoes, "You can fuck anything that has two legs and a skirt, but me? No. I'm the one girl you won't fuck and forget about. Thank you for nothing, Salvatore..."

"G-God! Where are my shoes?!"

He sighs and hands them to her when he finds them next to his door. She snatches them out of his hand. He finally looks up at her and sees tears in her eyes. His heart breaks at the sight too. The one thing he can't handle is tears, and it's even worse when she's the one crying. Knowing he's the reason for them makes him feel like shit, even if he knows deep down what he's doing is for the best.

"I'll see you around I guess," she mumbles before slipping past him and out of his room.

He turns to go after her but stops, knowing it's useless.