A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than usual because I just wanted to get something out before I spent another two weeks on it haha. I hope to post every two weeks and I will seriously try, but no promises. I hope you enjoy and please review, they make me super happy :)

Also, Candice is pregnant?! (I know this was revealed like two weeks ago but I had updated like the day before it was announced haha) I wonder what they'll do about Caroline, and by extension Steroline. I'm totallyyyy down for a Steroline baby just because I can imagine the cuteness that would bring, even though there would have to be some stupid loophole for that to happen. I doubt they'll go that way, but it's a nice thought. I might even write a fic about that one day ;)

Stefan woke up with a smile on his face and his arms wrapped around his favorite girl. He gave her a light squeeze but she just sighed and snuggled in closer to him. Her breathing evened out again and Stefan enjoyed the moment. Which of course was ruined when someone started banging loudly on the front door. Caroline jolted, her wide eyes blindly connecting with his. She relaxed once she realized where she was and tucked her head back on his shoulder.

"Who's that?" she mumbled, voice thick from sleep.

"I don't know. I'm up here with you, aren't I?" he teased her, grinning when she made a sour face.

The person banged on the door again impatiently causing Caroline to groan. "Can you go and make them shut up?"

Stefan chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead before getting out of bed. He only slipped on some sweatpants, sure it was some kids selling lemonade or something else stupid. He made his way downstairs leisurely, sort of hoping his brother would beat him to the door but he knew that wouldn't happen. Damon would sleep until dinner time if he could.

When Stefan opened the door, his heart froze. Two cops with sunglasses, blue uniforms and badges proudly displayed on their chests were standing on his porch. One of them lowered his sunglasses and examined him. "Are you Damon Salvatore?"

What's he gotten himself into now? "No," Stefan said slowly, hiding his body behind the door so only his head stuck out. "Why, did he do something wrong?"

"We're just running a little investigation. We got a tip that he's been hanging out with a minor. Know anything about that?"

Stefan bit his lip and looked down. "No, I don't."

The cops looked at each other before the first one glared at him. "Are you sure that's your answer, son?"

"Yeah, so unless you have a warrant, I don't think you have any business being here," he retorted, holding his chin high and squaring his shoulders.

"Maybe we'll come back with one." Before turning to leave empty handed, the second cop nodded at Stefan. "What's with those bruises?"

Stefan blanched. He looked down and saw his torso was completely exposed to them since he stepped out from in front of the door. "My girlfriend likes it rough," he lied through his teeth. "If you had one, you'd know what I'm talking about."

They raised their eyebrows before shaking their heads and leaving. "Kids these days," Stefan heard one of them mutter. "They got no respect."

Stefan let out a sigh of relief as they got into their car and drove away, only to jump when he noticed Caroline's presence on the stairs.

"Why did you say that?" she questioned him faintly.

"Say what?"

"That your bruises were from me."

Stefan tried desperately to find an excuse but his heart was beating so loud in his ears, he couldn't think. "Did I?" he instead said stupidly.

Caroline slowly walked down the rest of the stairs and wrapped her arms around his waist. Confused, he hugged her back. "You don't have to protect Tyler," she mumbled against his chest.

What?

"I don't know why you won't tell anyone that he's the one who gave you the bruises," she said while looking up into his eyes.

Oh. Right. Stefan shrugged and stared at nothing in particular. "I just don't want to get all up in the drama, you know? First, there's this whole Damon and Elena thing, if I told the cops about Tyler, then Tyler might try to find some retribution or something."

Caroline nodded but gazed at him thoughtfully. "Do you really like that? S&M or whatever?" she giggled as a small smirk took residence on her lips.

He stiffened and clenched his jaw. "No." He slipped out of her arms and put some space between them.

"What's wrong?" she frowned.

Stefan was saved from having to answer when his brother came strutting down the steps, Elena trailing behind.

"Who was that?" Damon asked, his smirk seemingly carved into his face.

"Some cops were here. Someone," Stefan flicked his eyes over to Elena for a second, "apparently tipped them off that she was here."

"Son of a bitch," he groaned. "Can't Busboy find something else to cry about?"

"What did you tell them?" Elena asked seriously, mildly looking over his bruises in curiosity.

Stefan shrugged and shook his head. "I just said I don't know anything about you guys, but that probably pissed them off so you might want to watch out."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Damon nodded him off while wrapping an arm around Elena. "Just keep playing dumb to them; it really shouldn't be too hard for you."

"Okay, why don't you insult the guy that's standing between you and jail?" Stefan crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at his brother.

"I know you got my back, baby bro. Just don't fuck up, k?" He winked at his little brother and started leading Elena towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna drop her off at home. The less time she's here, the less evidence they'll be able to find."

Stefan looked at them in concern but didn't stop them from leaving.

"Is it really worth it for them to keep seeing each other?" Caroline asked from his side.

His eyes zipped to hers and he shrugged. "I don't know. I'm trying not to worry about it. It's their lives, you know."

"But it's messing up your life too, right?" she said, stepping closer to her.

"It's fine, I told you I'll take care of it."

Caroline wrapped her arms around him again, which he reciprocated. "I really don't want you to get hurt, especially over your brother's drama."

"Caroline," he said softly. "It's okay."

She pouted at him, causing him to smile. "I worry about you, that's all."

He nodded and leaned down to lightly kiss her lips. Her arms wound around his neck as she held him against her, not that he was one to complain. He anchored a hand on her back and began shuffling them toward the couch. They tumbled down together, separating their lips to chuckle a bit before getting back into it. Stefan massaged her tongue with his own as his hand snuck it's way under her shirt.

It hadn't even been twelve hours since they had last did this, but every touch felt like the first time. He drew her shirt over her head and connected his lips to her neck. He must've hit a sweet spot because a moan came tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop it and a heat was quickly building in her core. Stefan smirked, sucking even harder on her skin, making her squirm beneath him. He bit her a little sharply before soothing the mark with his tongue. He did this a few times before pulling back and admiring his work. He went to get started on the other side of her neck but she pushed him back.

"It's going to be hard enough to cover that one," she breathed out lightly.

He nodded in understanding and instead connected their lips together again. Impatiently, she flipped them over so she was straddling him. His erection was rubbing against her in just the right way when she grinded against him. He locked his hands on her hips to aid in her movements, both of them moaning at the feeling.

They were startled by the sound of a phone ringing. It was Stefan's phone that he had left on the table down there. He glanced at it for a second before shaking his head. "I'll get it later," he murmured before sitting up and capturing her lips. She circled her hips against his again, sighing at the pleasure it was bringing her. With Stefan guiding her hips, it wasn't long before she was gasping and shuddering above him.

When she came down from her high, Caroline leaned down to kiss him. He was still hard, pressing up between her legs so she scooted down, bringing his sweatpants with her. She grinned devilishly as she took his aching cock in her hand, making him groan. She pumped him slowly, sliding her thumb over the head to spread around the leaking precum. He couldn't help the way his hips automatically thrust into her hand, urging her to go faster. He let out a soft moan when she took him into her mouth. His hands threaded through her hair but he let her move at her own pace.

He was so hard at this point, he knew it wouldn't take much more to get him off. She was taking him in deep and even moaning when he hit the back of her throat. He tightened his grip on her hair when she lightly fondled his balls in her fingers. The phone started ringing again, almost ruining the mood but Stefan was determined to come.

"Caroline, please," he panted, his hand guiding her head at a slightly faster pace. Sensing his urgency, she sucked on the tip while firmly stroking the rest of him. His entire body tensed as he shot his load into her mouth which she quickly swallowed.

He laid back on the couch with his hands over his face while Caroline sat up and giggled. "Aren't you going to get your phone?" she questioned him as she pulled his sweatpants back up. He looked at his phone on the table next to them before picking it up.

2 missed calls from Damon

Furrowing his eyebrows, Stefan sat up and called his brother back. He answered on the second ring.

"Where the hell have you been?" Damon shot at him.

"I was busy. What's up?"

"What's up is I've been arrested because of that fucktard, Matt," Damon spat out.

Stefan's eyes locked with Caroline's as she watched his face twist into worry. "Wait, what do you mean you've been arrested?"

"I can't tell you right now. I need you to come pick me up, okay? There's some money in my top drawer, you're going to have to post bail."

The phone hung up before Stefan could say anything else. "What is it?" Caroline asked him anxiously.

Stefan stood up from the couch, in a slight daze. "Damon's been arrested. He needs me to post bail."

"What?" Caroline followed him to his room. "Should I call my mom? Maybe she can help clear this up."

Stefan nodded and got dressed and got the money as Caroline begged her mom to help.

"Please, mom? You know he doesn't deserve this. Elena's happy, so what does it matter? Plus what would Stefan do if his brother went to prison?" There was a long pause where Stefan was afraid that Sheriff Forbes wouldn't help, but Caroline smiled after a second. "Thanks! We're headed to the station right now."

"Ready?" They got into Caroline's car and she quickly took them to Mystic Falls Police Station. Damon was sitting in the only cell there, looking pissed as hell.

"It's about time," he said sourly.

Stefan ignored him, instead heading to the deputy behind the desk. "I have the bail money, can you let him go?" The deputy counted the money before nodding and getting up to let Damon out. "Can I talk to him privately?" Stefan asked the deputy, getting another nod in response. Stefan grabbed his brother's arm and pulled him into an empty interrogation room. "Can you tell me what the hell happened now?"

Damon scowled and yanked his arm out of Stefan's hold. "The cops were waiting outside of Elena's house and found it very suspicious that I was dropping her off."

"Did you say anything to them?"

"I tried to say that she was at my house for you since you're one of her friends and I was just dropping her off but they didn't believe me so they brought me in. I refused to talk anymore so they stuck me in a cell and told me to call someone if I wanted to get out before tomorrow."

Stefan sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Damon, I specifically didn't want to get pulled into any stupid drama and now this shit comes up."

"It's not my fault!" Damon yelled, his face turning red. "You know what, I'm going to have to change Busboy's nickname because he's never working for me again."

"You think that's going to solve this? Damon, your entire relationship is illegal. If the police get another whiff of this-"

"They won't," Damon assured him.

"You seemed pretty sure this morning and look how that ended up," Stefan said skeptically.

Damon clapped his hands on both of Stefan's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Stef, listen, I'm finally happy, okay? I'm going to take this and to hell with anyone who thinks this is wrong."

Stefan shrugged out of his brother's hands. "The law thinks it's wrong and you've got to be pretty stupid to mess around with that."

"I'm the adult here, so I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want, okay?" Damon's glare was so fierce, Stefan wanted to look away.

"I don't want to be dragged into this anymore, Damon! I don't want to have to worry about if you've been arrested again. I just got you back in my life; I can't lose you again," he finished quietly.

Damon's glare softened before he sighed. "I know, I get that. We spent far too long away from each other, but I'm not just going to put a pause on my happiness because of what you want."

"Damon, I don't want you to go to prison. How is that a bad thing?"

"I can't stay away from her, okay?" His older brother looked so vulnerable, Stefan actually tried considering it from his point of view. What if people told him he couldn't be with Caroline, one of the only people he trusted at the moment?

"Please just be more careful," Stefan finally said, defeated.

Damon grimaced and nodded before pulling his brother into a hug. "What were you doing, anyway?" he asked as he pulled away and they started walking toward the door.

"Doing when?"

"When I called you the first two times." Stefan couldn't help the blush that was burning up his face. He desperately hoped Damon didn't notice, but of course, his eyes immediately shot to Caroline, who was speaking to her mother. "Ohh," he hummed. "Next time, you might not want to give her a hickey; it makes it kind of obvious."

Stefan rolled his eyes when Damon nudged him with a smirk. "Do you have your car?"

"No, it's still at Elena's. She's probably worried sick right now," he groaned.

"Why don't I get Caroline to drop us off there. You can talk to her for a bit then you can drive us home."

"We really need to get you a car. What happened to your old one? That gay little red granny mobile?"

Stefan frowned as he remembered the fate of his beloved car. "Dad crashed it, you know... when it happened," he murmured.

Damon's face grew serious and he nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry, you know," he said softly. "I don't think I ever realized how traumatic that must've been for you, even if he was a major douche. For him to be there one second and gone the next."

Stefan closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment. "I don't want to talk about it right now," he whispered.

Damon nodded again and clapped his hand on his back. "You should really talk about it some day," he said seriously. Stefan looked down but nodded. "I'll ask Blondie if she can take us home now. I'm already sick of this place and I've only been here for like an hour."

When Damon approached Caroline, Stefan could see her face turn sour. But her eyes flickered to Stefan after they had talked for a few seconds and she smiled. The only thing that made this entire ordeal worth it was to see her smile at the end of it.