One Sober Night

Chapter 2 - Consoling

The tears continued to roll down their cheeks as Stefan and Caroline's trembling mouths met. Lips moving against each other, whimpers escaping them both as they tasted, not only each other, but the saltiness of their tears.

Caroline cradled his cheeks in her hands as she kissed Stefan so softly, her thumbs tenderly brushing the tears from under his lashes, as if she was trying to wipe away the hurt. She took his bottom lip between hers, and swiped her tongue against it, asking for his permission.

Stefan opened his lips with no hesitation, and accepted Caroline's tongue into his mouth. He moaned as she explored his mouth and tasted every inch of him. He scrunched one of his hands in her hair, pulling her closer to him, the other he placed on her knee and massaged his way up her thigh. As he felt nothing but her smooth skin as he made his way underneath her coat his breath caught.

Caroline pulled back to look in his eyes. The lust, and caring, held within his eyes took her breath away. She smiled, stroking the back of her hand across his cheek and slipped off his lap to stand, her back toward him. Taking a deep breath she unbuttoned her coat and let it slip from her shoulders to fall to the floor at her feet. She bit her lip and turned to face Stefan.

Stefan lost his breath at the sight of her. The red silk camisole barely covered her butt, her red panties showed off the delicious curves of her ass, and wearing those heels made her long legs go on forever. Then Caroline turned around, and he couldn't help but groan. Her breasts were covered by see through lace, her nipples hard for his eyes to see, his hands and mouth begging to caress them. His eyes traced down, the material hugged her hips, and skimmed across the top of her panties. His mouth inexplicably watered, how would the treasure hidden beneath that silk taste?

Caroline's breathing sped up at Stefan's slow perusal of her body, the growing bulge in his pants showing how much he desired her. Her eyes never leaving his, she placed her knees on either side of his thighs, and sat back on his lap. A moan escaped them both as their cores came in to contact. Her hands took hold of the bottom of his top, she bit her lip asking for his permission, he smiled at her, so she pulled it up over his head and threw it behind her.

Stefan put his hands on the top of her thighs, trailing his fingers along her silky skin to palm the twin globes of her ass, pulling her impossibly close so that his bare chest was brushing against the silk of her camisole. He nuzzled his nose against her ear to whisper, "You are so beautiful, Caroline." He placed whisper soft kisses down her throat and across her shoulders.

Caroline tilted her head to the side to allow Stefan better access to her. She gasped at the slide of his stubble across her skin, her thighs clenched around his and she ground herself against him. Their moans joined together, the friction building the desire between them. She slid her hands between them and brushed the pad of her thumbs across his nipples, a gasp escaping her as he bit her shoulder in response.

Stefan sucked the skin into his mouth, leaving a love bite on her. He ran his hands up her sides to cup her breasts, moaning at how they fit his hands perfectly. He gently caressed her mounds as he kissed his way over to her thin strap, taking it in his teeth he tugged it over her shoulder to fall down her arm, dragging his mouth across her chest he did the same to the other strap. He pulled back to watch as he smoothed his hands down her hips to take the material in his hands. He flicked his eyes up to Caroline's desire filled gaze and smirked, "I love the way this looks against your skin, Caroline, but I want to see you out of it."

Caroline smirked back and raised her hands up into the air, "Then how about you take it off me, Stefan."

Stefan slowly lifted the camisole, making sure to brush against her skin as he lifted it over her head. His fingers slid through hers as he took her lips in his, groaning as her nipples scraped against his chest. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as he lowered their joined hands to rest against her hips. Releasing one of her hands he curled his arm around her back and spun them around to lay her against the couch.

Caroline moaned into his mouth at their new position, their naked chests pressed together, her thighs cradling him between them. Letting go of his other hand she slipped them between their bodies and lowered his fly, pushing them over his hips and using her feet to move them down his legs leaving Stefan to kick them off the rest of the way. The only piece of clothing left between them was their underwear. Just the thought of how close they were to becoming one had her bucking her hips into him.

Stefan groaned into her mouth and couldn't help but thrust back. She threw her head back and his mouth immediately sought out her neck, he was in fact becoming addicted to the little moans she let out as he nibbled her throat. Moving down her chest he palmed her breasts as he lips closed around her nipple. Caroline gasped and thrust against him. He smirked and moved over to her other nipple to lavish it in the same attention. He trailed his hands down to her panties, cupping her mound in his palm he couldn't help but groan at the wetness he could feel soaking through. She was so wet for him, he needed to taste her, he ached for it. But first he had to be sure. Leaving her nipple he rest his chin against her breast and looked up at her face, "Say the word and I'll stop, Caroline."

"Don't you dare..." Caroline gasped, her cheeks flushed and her breathing uneven. She lifted herself up onto her elbows and smiled reassuringly at Stefan, "Don't you dare stop, Stefan." She leant forward and kissed him hungrily, "I want you. I need you."

Stefan groaned at her words and kissed her back just as hungrily. He hooked his fingers in her panties and started pulling them down her legs, only pulling away from their kiss so he could stand to remove them completely. He growled at the sight of her, laid out against the cushions, her blonde hair surrounding her like a halo, her legs open and beckoning to him, "Gorgeous." He removed his own underwear, his eyes never leaving the arousing sight before him, "So gorgeous, Caroline."

Caroline watched through hooded lids as Stefan lowered himself until his mouth hovered above her pussy. She held her breath, anticipating the moment he touched her for the first time. The first swipe of his tongue had her throwing her head back, her back arching and her hands threaded through his hair. He took his time with her, his tongue agonizingly slow against her, his moans reverberating against her folds and causing her eyes to roll back into her head.

Stefan was in heaven, her juices his ambrosia, her cries for more the sweetest sonnet he had ever heard, and her responsiveness gave him the greatest pleasure. He couldn't wait to be buried inside of her, and lose himself in her warmth. He groaned at the thought, his mouth finally closing around her little button of nerves, alternating between suck, licks and nibbles. Where he was once slow he now became merciless, frantically moving his mouth against her, wanting her to fall apart. Sliding his finger inside her to touch her other bundle of nerves she did just that.

"Stefan!" Caroline screamed, her hands holding him against her as her body jerked against him, her orgasm ripping powerfully through her. Stefan continued to lick her, drawing out her pleasure until it was almost too much to take. She scooted back and pulled him up so that she could kiss him, moaning as she could taste herself on his tongue. She wrapped her hand around his cock and began to move her hand, tearing herself away from his lips to whisper, "I want you inside of me, Stefan." And then she pushed him back against the couch, a smirk on her lips as she straddled him, a moan escaping her as his hardness brushed against her folds.

Stefan placed his hands on her hips and guided her to sink down on his member, groaning at the feel of her velvety tightness enveloping him. He raised his knees to support her, and used his grip on her hips to help her as she began to move. His gaze unashamedly watched her, the image of Caroline riding him had to be one of the most sexiest things he'd ever seen. Her eyes were closed in bliss, her fingers digging into his stomach muscles as she thrust her hips into his, her teeth chewing her lip. She was beautiful.

Caroline gasped as Stefan sat up and took her nipple between his lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her hands in his hair. The new position made him go impossibly deeper inside of her and her moans grew in intensity. As she felt the tension grow inside her she pulled his head toward her lips and kissed him deeply, moaning into his mouth.

Stefan wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her into him on every thrust, his groans mixing with her moans. As she started to flex around him he rest his forehead against her and stared deep into her eyes as he watched her come unglued. Her eyelids fluttering as the ecstasy washed over her, a cry of his name falling from her lips. Her tightening muscles massaged his length, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train, a deep groan leaving him as he pulsed inside her, "Caroline!"

Their breathing was heavy, their hearts pounding, their joined bodies milking every inch of pleasure from one another, their eyes locked in an intense stare.


Elena sat on her bed, a photo album open in front of her, tears falling from her eyes as she saw image after image of her and Stefan. Happy, smiling, so in love. What happened to them? She had never felt so sure of being in love than when she was with Stefan. She loved him with every part of her soul, he was her other half, the love of her life, her soulmate, and yet, she cheated on him. She slept with his freaking brother, and she did it while sober. No excuse of a drunken mistake could be made, she was upset and crying and somehow had found herself falling into bed with the worst person possible. His brother. The brother, that with all of Stefan's claims to hate and wanting nothing to do with, she knew that Stefan loved Damon fiercely, he would love and protect him to the end of time. He loved him, and she had just done the one thing that could possibly shatter that love forever.

Her sobs started again, her arm clutching her stomach as the pain overwhelmed her.

God! How could she look Stefan in the eye and tell him that she slept with his brother? How could she convince him that it meant nothing, that it was the biggest mistake of her life and that she still did, and always would, love him?


The bathroom was full of steam, the hot water pounded down on them. Stefan's back was against the wall, his eyes were glued on Caroline, whom was on her knees in front of him, her lips moving up and down his length. Their moans combined and echoed around the room.

Stefan pulled Caroline up and slammed her against the tile wall. He attacked her lips, grabbed hold of her thighs and wrapped them around his waist as he slammed inside of her. He swallowed her moans as he thrust within her, his mouth devouring hers, his hand switching between playing with her breasts and cupping her cheek.

Caroline wrapped her arms around Stefan's back, his fingernails scouring across his skin as he brought her to heights of pleasure that she had never known before. The cool tile, hot water, and Stefan's own warm body drove her wild, bucking her hips into his. She sunk her teeth into his bottom lip, smirking at his moan, before sucking it into her mouth.

Stefan curled his hand in her wet hair as he kissed her with so much passion. With his other hand he found her bundle of nerves and circled his thumb around her. He swallowed her gasp, and slowed his own thrusts as he concentrated on her pleasure.

Caroline had one hand behind his back holding him against her, with the other she ran her hand through his hair. She gasped and cried into his mouth, kissing him wildly as her hips bucked against him, desperate for him. She threw her head back as she felt herself begin to fly, her walls tightening around him, her mouth opened with a soundless cry.

At the feel of her clenching around him Stefan began thrusting anew, making sure his public bone ground into her clit, making her tremble and jerk against him. His mouth sought out her neck where he bit down and sucked the flesh into his mouth, wanting to mark her skin and leave a love bite for all to see. A few more deep penetrating pumps and he was coming, groaning into her neck, "Caroline!"

Caroline wrapped her arms around Stefan's back loosely, her breaths still coming out in gasps, shocks still running through her body.

Stefan pressed sweet kisses across her jaw to her mouth, where he kissed her softly, a smile on his lips. His hand finally left her hair to cradle her jaw, his thumb brushing her cheek as he pulled back to gaze into her eyes. They sparkled back at him. He returned to her lips, sighing in contentment at their lazy kisses.


Damon was on his fifth or sixth glass of bourbon, enough to dull his pain and guilt to 'I-don't-give-a-shit' levels. He had a feeling he might be spending the next few days the same way, until Elena spilled the beans of their coupling - an act that still had him groaning as he recalled every single detail of her around him - and he would lose Stefan, for good this time he was pretty sure.

The thing was if Stefan asked him 'why?' he had absolutely no idea what he would say. What could he say that would make 'I fucked your girlfriend, again. Sorry.' sound less shitty than it was? He couldn't, no matter how he worded it, how he put a spin on it, it was still awful. He had betrayed his little brother twice and he didn't even have an excuse. Nothing good anyway, not that any excuse would be good, but nothing that wouldn't destroy Stefan to hear.

And then there was Caroline. He had not only wrecked her friendship with her childhood best friend but his own with her. He may not have loved her like he should have but he did care about her, and he was about to rip her heart out. Though she would have Stefan to help her pick up the pieces, they would lean on each other being the inseparable best friends that they were. They had grown close so quickly, practically within months of moving here, that they had gone from Stefan and Caroline; her friend's boyfriend, and his brother's girlfriend, to StefanandCaroline; BFF's. At least neither would be alone in their grief.

Damon finished off the bottle and stumbled up to his room. He collapsed on the bed, breathing deeply, his sheets still smelt of them and sex. He groaned and rolled on his back.

They were all just SO screwed.


Stefan's forehead was against Caroline's, his fingers tangled with hers above her head, their heavy breaths combining, their gaze never straying from each others, his hips slowly moving against hers. They were on her bed, sheets tangled around them as he made love to her.

Caroline couldn't look away from Stefan if she tried, his gaze was so soulful that all she could see and feel was him. She raised her hips to meet his, her eyes wanting to close with the feelings that consumed her, but she couldn't look away. All she could do was moan helplessly, her legs pulling him into her as she gasped, "Stefan... I'm so close."

"Come for me, Caroline." Stefan breathed, his hips continuing their tender slide against hers, his own breathing becoming laboured, "Come with me."

As if his words pulled her orgasm from her, Caroline whimpered, "Oh, Stefan." As she came around him, and true to his statement he buried himself inside of her one last time and groaned as he flooded her walls with his seed.

Stefan panted hard, the exhaustion from their hours of lovemaking finally making his eyelids droop. He rolled to his side, his arms curling around Caroline to hold her against him, his forehead against hers, his legs tangling with hers. He brushed his mouth against her lips and smiled at her, "Sleep, Caroline."

Caroline smiled back, "You too, Stefan." She placed one hand against his heart and the other she threw over his side. Her eyes closed, and feeling safe in Stefan's arms she soon slipped into sleep.

Stefan didn't follow her straight away, instead he took in the innocent features of his best friend. The way her long lashes brushed her cheek, the sparse spread of freckles across her cheeks and nose, her lips that were curled into a smile as she slept peacefully. She really was beautiful, inside and out. How could his idiot of a brother ever even dream of hurting her? Of discarding her for someone else? She was perfect.

He knew that tomorrow would bring them both more heartbreak, more tears and hurt that he never ever wanted her to experience. But one thing was clear to him, no matter what, he would always have Caroline Forbes by his side. And that gave him the strength and confidence to face whatever tomorrow brings.

As long as Stefan had Caroline by his side he knew he could face anything.

TBC

AN - I am unashamed to admit that I listened to a Steroline play list as I wrote their scenes. Ella Henderson's 'Yours', Zella Day's 'Hypnotic', and Meiko's 'You're Mine' brought back a few pleasant memories to draw inspiration from ;)

Hope you all liked it! Thank you all so much for the follow, favourites and reviews, they make me smile.