TVD – Takes place sometime before Originals entered the picture, on one of the nights not seen in any episode…I do not own TVD, only the story below which is inspired by the characters of TVD.
School Days #3 (continued from #2 but could be read separately)
Fifteen minutes later, they both said, "Huh?" Sharing quizzical looks she continued dismayed, "Seriously? What was that?"
"No idea…," Stefan offered just as confused. Elena kept looking in dismay between Stefan and the television as the credits rolled on the crazy film they'd just watched. "You picked it." Elena gave him a mild elbow to the ribs at which he laughed knowing that even a real punch from her would feel like a love tap to him. Stefan shrugged saying, "Maybe that was the director's way of telling the audience to, you know," he hesitated, " f-off, you know, go to hell." Stefan almost never swore. He mostly said it was because he was from another time but once they had talked about in class and he gave a response to a teacher's prompt that it was "a lazy form of expression". The teacher and Elena were impressed.
Tonight, Elena just raised a brow and chuckled at her insanely handsome boyfriend's "not quite being able to swear" that was so cute. She mockingly chided, "Mr. Salvatore, mind your tongue." He gave her that look, the one that told her what he was really planning to do with his tongue. "Mind my tongue, hhmm?" He moved like a predator from sitting at her side to above her. This forced her to lean further back into the corner of the couch as she countered his moves. Soon she could go no further and her head rested on a big pillow in the nook of the sofa. "Now, now," she said laughing, her hands pushing back on his chest.
Playfully glancing down at her hands and back to her beautiful face, with one eyebrow raised sardonically, his eyes told her as if, as in as if you could stop me. Of course, she knew she had the strength of a leaf compared to her Stefan but her eyes smiled and smoldered back at him. She knew he'd never hurt her of course, but was curious what his next move would be. Biting her lip, still giggling, she was preparing to be out of breath at any moment from him taking over her mouth or being tickled to the point of not being able to breathe. She loved playful Stefan but was never quite sure which way he might take things.
With one hand on the back of the couch the other on the armrest, Stefan hovered over Elena's face just a hairsbreadth away from her. Teasingly, he moved his lips back and forth past her lips and cheeks, but not quite grazing her with his deliciously soft pink lips. She'd reach her lips up toward him, he'd pull back just enough that she could not reach him. After a number of failed attempts, she let out a frustrated moan, still smiling at his teasing. Then, just as he felt her fingers digging into his shirt preparing to pull him down to her, he flicked his tongue ever so softly against her lips. She gasped, hopeful for his kiss to follow. Finally, his mouth came crashing down on hers.
Moaning at the sudden intensity, Elena clutched at his shirt almost tearing it. The kiss grew more heated and deep as Stefan gradually leaned more and more of his body into hers. Her arms went around his waist and slid up his sculpted back. Slowly, her hands descended, feeling every rippling muscle, the curve of his lower back, and then his tight, firm, delicious behind. She squeezed both cheeks and felt how his hardness leaning into her seemed to grow even harder. He pulled out of their intense and prolonged tongue-laden kissing and stared into her eyes like he was on fire. "I need to get you upstairs, now," he said in a growl-like whisper. "Yes, please…" was all she could breathily summon before he'd picked her up and had her up the stairs, into his room, and onto his bed. He kissed her again deeply, his hands now on her face. Pulling back, he began to remove her clothing, pants first. Interesting choice, she thought. He usually worked top to bottom. Off came his shirt. "Now, what was it you told me to do…Right…Mind my tongue…" Elena let out a giggle but then got serious again as he slowly started unbuttoning his jeans. She nearly purred in appreciation seeing his beautifully chiseled features, beyond washboard abs, and incredibly defined hips peeking out from low slung, partially unbuttoned jeans. Elena didn't know why but something about a hot guy only in faded jeans made her lose it. Then, make it her Stefan, Greek God that he is, only in faded jeans, oh my, my, my…
She remembered feeling so shy and inexperienced and not wanting to ask him about it, but she needed to know more about his form. She had searched online after they'd first been together to learn about those lower abs dipping in a V into his jeans. The sight of him and his abs, for some reason, would make her swoon. He had her panting, seeing his "Apollo's Belt" or "Adonis' Belt" as it was nicknamed on line. After fully taking in his form, her eyes found his and he was aflame for her. She had sat up needing to lose the rest of her clothes and to take a better look at him standing at the side of the bed. "You are so beautiful" she panted in awe not ashamed of how much she wanted him. She thought she saw him almost blush but then he reached for her top and bra, quickly getting her completely naked. "No," he said, "YOU, are beautiful."
Standing against the bed, knees pressing at the mattress, Stefan ran his hands from Elena's ankles, up her calves, behind her knees, then up her thighs. But instead of moving onto the bed and further up her body, he slid his hands back down to behind her knees and pulled her body towards him, leaving her torso on the bed. Elena was a little surprised at this new position and gripped at the sheets at her sides. Guiding her legs up with gentle strokes, he positioned her legs up in the air; her feet first flat on his chest while he drew circles up and down her long, smooth legs. He began to work downward; her ankles were now at his shoulders. Slowly, he kissed and nuzzled her delicate arches, nibbling at her ankles, first the right then the left, and slowly working down her calves. His hands were ensuring her legs stayed up against his chest while fingers circled and teased each inch where his lips would soon follow.
Gradually, Stefan was beginning to kneel down and let her bend at the knees, resting each leg one on each shoulder. Incredibly erotic as this was, she wasn't sure she could endure the teasing for much longer. "Stefan, please," she whispered. He shushed her continuing his tantalizing nibbling down her inner thighs, "I'm minding my tongue." With that, he ducked lower to lap at the sensitive, ticklish back of her thighs. He had pushed her legs upward a bit from his shoulders to graze his teeth and tongue there knowing it would make her squirm.
When he put her legs back around his shoulders, Elena crossed her ankles behind him giving her more flex and him a little more room to maneuver. She could feel his breath and little flicks of his tongue as he descended closer to his goal; he leaned in to begin really ensuring she knew what his tongue loved to do most. He was going to make her see stars in more ways than one tonight. Feeling her fingers in his hair, he smiled and dove into her hungrily. She would remember this night and his tongue forever if he had anything to say about it. But talking wasn't on the agenda for right now…