A/N: So, this chapter has a lot in it. I hope you enjoy. I am sorry for any mistakes I made.
ELENA'S POINT OF VIEW
I wake up in the master bedroom, surrounded by white sheets and with a pounding headache. I sit up and throw the covers off of my legs and swing them over the edge of the bed. Finally getting the momentum, I step out of bed and stumble towards the bathroom. I look in the mirror and my hair is a mess and my makeup is smeared everywhere. I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face, leaving my tangled hair to fend for itself.
I forget my yoga pants on the chair in the corner of the room and walk out and into the hallway, smelling the scent of bacon as I get closer to the kitchen. As I enter the living room, I see Stefan's shirtless back towards me and he is slaving over the stove. I stand in the entrance of the living room for a few seconds and just admire the lines of muscle that fill his back. As I watch him cook I let my mind wander as to what it would be like to actually take a chance with him. Maybe it'll be nice to have someone to go out with, have talks, be able to just be yourself with. I look back up at him and he seems, naturally, at home. Just cooking a nice meal in the kitchen. I can't help but think of how he has become such a gentleman lately. His manners and backing off from the sexual puns have never ceased to impress me.
I decide that I have had enough staring time to myself and walk next to the kitchen and sit on one of the bar stools that is in front of the stove. Stefan is ignoring me and I can tell he is joking because I see a small smile playing on the corner of his lips. He looks up at me but before we make eye contact I spin my head and look out of the window. I start smiling and look out of the corner of my eye to see his attention has gone back to the stove.
I hop off of the bar stool and walk around into the kitchen and stand next to Stefan as he continues to ignore me. Remembering how I always see him staring at my thighs, I get an idea and jump onto the counter, pulling the shirt that I have on, up a little. With my bare thighs showing, I see his attention flicker from the food to my creamy skin. I let the corners of my mouth turn up into a victorious smile as his eyes finally find mine and he raises an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" He asks, flipping the bacon then looking back at me.
I grab a dish towel that is sitting on the counter next to me and wrap it around the back of his neck and tugging him towards me. He walks in between my legs and sets his hands on my thighs. I lean in and set my mouth next to his ear, "Distracting you." I whisper, setting my hands on his biceps. I hear him release an airy laugh and look at me.
"How do you plan on doing that?" He asks, moving his hands from my thighs to my waist and squeezing my hips a bit.
"I know you have a slight fetish with my thighs." I say and he looks at me with a confused look. I take my hands from his biceps and grab his hands from my waist back on my thighs and he squeezes them, making me giggle. I put my hands back on his biceps. "Don't think I haven't seen you staring at them since the night of the gala. I'm a very observant person." I explain, my lips hovering over his for a second then I slide my hands from his biceps to his chest.
"Well, aren't you a little minx this morning." He says through a smile, as I completely change my decision to tease and slide off the counter. I walk to the fridge, open it, and grab an already made pitcher of Mimosa's. I step to the counter beside the fridge and reach up to grab a skinny wine glass. I take both the glass and pitcher back to my place on the bar stool and poor myself a drink. I look back up at him and see shock on his face. I flash him a sultry smile then run my tongue across my upper lip.
Stefan throws the towel that's on his shoulder, onto the counter and starts to make his way to me. His gaze is piercing me and his steps are heavy, meaning he is on a mission. I spin in my stool and we are now facing each other. He leans in to give me a kiss but I turn my head to the side, "Ah, ah, ah. Finish making me my breakfast. Then maybe you can get a kiss." I say, pushing him off of me. He glares in my direction and just stands there. "What?!" I exclaim with a slight smirk.
"You can't do that!" He yells at me, going back into the kitchen. He turns around from turning the corner and I get a full view of his front body and my voice gets caught in my throat. His abs, his biceps, goodness, it's all too much. I'm snapped out of my daydreaming with him standing in front of me with a raised eyebrow.
"Actually, I can. Unless you want me to call the police and say a man has kidnapped me, you'll finish my breakfast, then maybe you will get a small kiss." I tell him while getting off of my stool and walking back into the kitchen. I get beside him and hop back up on the counter. "Please?" I say, while looking at him with my best set of puppy dog eyes.
"Fine, I'll make your stupid breakfast." He says and I start to giggle and clap. I set my hand on his shoulder and move in and set a small kiss on his cheek.
"Thank you." I tell him and then hop off the counter to go back to my place on the bar stool.
Maybe he isn't so terrible. He's being a gentleman, making me breakfast, respecting my choices. Today might not be that bad.
STEFAN'S POINT OF VIEW
After Elena finished eating her food she went to shower and get ready for our day at the boardwalk. I watched her walk away and eventually ended up staring at her ass that was threatening to come out of her little black panties.
I pick up our breakfast plates and take them to the kitchen to put them in the dishwasher. I close the door to the dishwasher then walk to the living room where my bag is sitting and grab my toothbrush, hair gel, and my clothes for the day. I walk into the other bathroom that's in this house and brush my teeth, wash my face, and do my hair. By the time I am done Elena is out in the living room on her phone.
I put my dirty clothes in my bag then turn back to Elena as she is standing up. She has on a pair of dark skinny jeans, a white tee-shirt with a light blue tank top underneath, her feet occupy a pair of black original Vans, and her hair is wavy. My voice gets caught in my throat because she looks unbelievably beautiful. She doesn't need the short dresses, high heels, and make-up to look gorgeous, but that doesn't mean I don't like it, all she needs is this. She looks like… Elena. It fits with her down-to-earth personality.
"Stefan?" I hear a distant voice call me. I look up to her face and she raised an eyebrow at me.
"What?" I ask her, zipping my bag up and throwing it on the couch. I walk closer to her and she pulls her hair over one shoulder, showing her long neck.
"You're staring… Again." She says with a shy smile. "I have a question for you."
"Yes?" I reply.
"How did I get into your tee-shirt last night?" She asks me, cocking her head to the side.
"Uh-, um. Well I didn't want to leave you in your towel just laying on the couch all night so I took you in your room and got you in more comfortable clothes." I explain to her, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water.
"That's why… I asked how." She says sitting down on the couch, crossing her legs.
"Well… I put on your panties with the towel still on, I didn't touch or see anything and I put my shirt on over the towel. Then I grabbed the towel and threw it on the ground. I didn't see anything, I swear." I spit out as fast as I can. I get a deadly glare from Elena and put my hands up in surrender.
"Fine, I guess I believe you." She says, standing up and straightens her shirt out then walks over to a chair in the corner of the room and grabs her purse. She starts heading out of the door then stops and turns around. "Well aren't you coming?" She asks.
"Yeah, yeah." I mumble then jump up, grab my wallet and phone from the dining room table and walk out of the door with her.
We arrive to the boardwalk and Elena heads straight for the games. I follow her and we arrive at a pitching game and I throw her a raised eyebrow.
"What?! You haven't been pitching in a while… I want to see if you still got it." She says, tossing me one of the plastic balls sitting in front of her. I snatch it out of midair then flash her a small smirk. "Come on, Mr. Salvatore. Unless you're scared."
I scoff at her then stand sideways and get ready to throw the ball. I pull my arms up to my chest and look straight at the pyramid of bottles sitting in the small striped tent. I take a small breath then throw the ball at the stack of bottle and knock every single one of them over. I stand up straight, smooth out my shirt then flash Elena a victorious smile. "I think I still got it." I tell her turning my attention back towards the man conducting the game and he says to pick out any prize. I look at Elena and hold a hand towards the prizes. She moves towards the tent and folds her arms over her chest then points at a giant bear hanging on the back wall. I roll my eyes at her and she smacks me in the arm. The man hands her the bear and we turn around to go somewhere else.
"What time is it?" She asks me. I pull out my phone and tell her that it is 11:30. I ask her why and she tells me she is getting hungry again.
"Really? You just ate like an hour ago." I say to her and she scolds me for saying anything about it.
"Well, I want a corn dog." She tells me, moving to sit down on the bench closest to us. I look down at her and she gives me these puppy dog eyes that go straight to my heart.
"Fine…" I break down and start walking to the nearest food stand and buy both of us a corn dog and a large soda. I walk back to her and hand her the food then sit down beside her. She downs that corn dog like it's her job then jumps up and says she wants to go on the Ferris wheel. I finish my last bite of food then take both of our sticks, and the soda cup, and throw them in the garbage can a few feet away. I walk back over to her and smile then grab the bear out from under her arm and put in under my arm then take her hand in mine and intertwine our fingers. She looks down at our hands and smiles then starts walking to the Ferris wheel. I keep up with her as she walks faster than I ever imagine her walking and we enter the line.
"Since this is technically still a date tell me something about yourself that you have never told anyone else. Not even your roommate." I tell her keep my hold on her hand but turn around so we are facing each other.
"Um… Does it have to be really personal?" She asks me, cracking her knuckles on her free hand against her hip.
"Well, I would like it to be." I say and she lets out a shaky breath and nods her head.
"Okay, so, I know you said something that no one else knows about me, but the most personal thing I can think about me two other people know about it. Only two people in the whole world." I nod and she continues, "Uh… Well this is kind of embarrassing but…" She steps closer to me and leans into my ear, "I'm… Um, I'm a… virgin." She whispers so quietly that I can barely hear her.
But I hear her alright, and even though I'm okay with it, I do have some concerns. I am most definitely not a virgin and I don't want anything to happen where she, or I, feel like I am pressuring her. And it's kind of puts a lot of pressure on me, what happens if we get serious and she wants to sleep together. I don't want to hurt her, and if we do end up sleeping together then breaking up, which I don't want happening, I will be known as the asshole who took her virginity.
"Can you please say something," She says to me, pulling back her hands and starts to twirl her fingers together. I can tell that's a habit of hers when she gets nervous.
"I think that's awesome. You have values and I respect that." I smile at her then take her hand back in mine an move up in the line a few feet.
"Really?" She asks me with a shocked expression on her face. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe you're okay with this." She says putting a hand to her forehead. I turn around and laugh at her.
"I'm not that much of an asshole, Elena. I respect your decisions." I defend myself and turn back around to face her when we stop, almost to the front of the line.
"Alright, alright! Okay, so now it's your turn, sir." She says with a small smile on her face.
I don't really know of anything to tell her, until I think of her. I haven't talked to anyone about it. But that's too personal. I don't talk to anyone about her. It's still too hurtful. No, I need to be honest with her. She was honest with me and told me something very personal. But it still hurts to even think of it. That's why I block it out. I don't allow myself to think about it or else I'll close everyone and everything and lose contact with the outside world. It's happened before. A few years ago I let myself think about it too much and didn't speak to any of my friends or family for months. I get lost in my thoughts and don't realize Elena was calling my name because she moved up to the entrance of our cart for the Ferris wheel. I look to my right and see her smiling face with the afternoon sun shining on her. She giggles a little as I run up to her then follow her into the red cart and sit down next to her.
"What were you thinking about?" She asks me when we are all settled and the Ferris wheel starts moving again and her bear is sitting on the bench across from us. I feel her scoot a little bit closer to me and she smiles as I grab her hand and put my fingers between hers.
"What I was going to tell you." I tell her, looking down at her smiling face and adopting a smile of my own. She takes her available right hand and sets it on my right forearm then starts rubbing her thumb encouragingly over my skin and that calms me enough to tell her what I've told no one else in the last eight years. "Um… I've literally never told anyone this ever. And it's been a big part of my life for the longest time." She grips my hand a little tighter telling me that it's okay to continue. I get a lump in my throat and cough a little to make sure my eyes don't cloud with tears. I feel her hand leave my forearm and grab the far side of my face and turn it so my face is completely towards her and our faces are less than six inches away from each other.
"I'm right here. You can tell me anything." She whispers to me, now rubbing her thumb over my cheek. I nod to her and she nods back with her smile still shining on her face. She takes her hand and puts in back on my forearm.
"Well, eight years ago, when I was seventeen I was driving my little sister home from her first school dance and she was so excited because she had so much fun with her friends and dancing and she couldn't wait for next years and our favorite song came on so we started jamming," I take a deep breath in and continue. "I kept my eyes on the road the whole time." I sniffle and quickly blink so the cloudiness of my tears disappear. "I just kept going and I didn't see the truck coming and it hit her side. The truck driver, I guess, ran a red light." The tears fall down my cheeks and I quickly wipe them away. "She died… later at the hospital. And it's all my fault, I should have been responsible and watched the road because it was night time. And I blame myself every single day of my life, because I was so stupid for not paying attention. And people tell me that I shouldn't blame myself because I didn't see it, but I should blame myself. My sister is dead because I was stupid. And I don't tell anyone this because the last time I did, I blocked out the entire world for months." I finish explain and look back over at her and she has a sad expression on her face. "We were best friends and she meant the world to me. So after she was gone, my whole life flipped upside down. I failed my junior year of high school, I hated my mother and father and brother for trying to make me feel better because I didn't want to feel better. I wanted to blame myself because I believe that I was supposed to die. I killed my own sister that night. She was thirteen and she deserved to live her life past eighth grade." I pause for a long time, deciding if I should continue, and I do. "You know she's the reason that I became a baseball player. Before my sophomore year of high school I was involved with the wrong crowd and I did drugs and smoked and drank a lot. I would do well at the beginning of the year with school and training and get on the baseball team and then I would get caught doing bad things and get kicked off the team. My sister knew about my problem because I used to tell her everything. She said that I need to straighten my shit out, and I scolded her for saying that, but then I listened to her and got clean. She was so proud of me and it felt so good that I did something good. She came to every single one of my games for two years straight. So when she died I got back into drugs and bad things. But then I found a video of her, that she sent me when I was in rehab, yes I went, and she said that she was proud that I was her brother and that she was glad that I was doing this and that she loved me very much. And I think I watched that at least 20 times a day for 5 months straight and then I got out of my hole and did was she wanted me to do." I finish explaining and wipe the tears off of my face then look over at her. She leans in and gives me a small kiss on my cheek.
"That was very brave of you for telling me that. And I know you're going to hate me for saying this but you can't keep blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault. That driver ran the red light, he made the mistake, he should pay for you. You did nothing wrong. You were having a fun time, you didn't kill her. That driver did." She kisses my shoulder then lifts her face up to me. "Thank you for telling me that, Stefan. I know it must have been hard. I'm glad you're opening up to me. It really means a lot. Now I know that you actually have real feelings under that douchebag façade." She says and I laugh. "But you do realize you totally shit on my secret that I told you." She says and I throw my head back and laugh even harder than I already was.
"It's okay, though. I wanted to open up to you. You told me so much last night and it felt really good to talk with you." I tell her moving my look to the ocean. "It's so much easier to talk with you than my mother or father or my brother. Conversation flows when I'm with you. Never a dull moment." I can see her smile out of the corner of my eye then look down at our linked hands. We're almost to the top of the Ferris wheel and it doesn't even feel like it. Time just stops when I'm around her.
"Can I ask you something?" She says to me. She sounds nervous and that makes me nervous. I look back at her and her head is still tipped down so I put my thumb and forefinger under her chin and bring her eyes up to mine.
"Of course you can, Elena." I assure her with a wide smile. She takes a long breath and lets it out slowly then gives me a smile.
"Why do you like me?" She blurts out, not making eye contact with me.
"What do you mean?" I ask her, turning my whole body towards her.
"Why do you like me? You could have any girl in California. Why me?" She asks me, following my movement and turning her torso towards me. Her left knee is now sitting on the bench and is tucked in next to her thigh. She looks me straight in the eye, waiting for my answer.
"I can say more than one reason, right?" I say with a smile, and the cart stops. "I like you because you're different. You are probably the only girl who has put up a fight when it came to going out with me. And you're a challenge, and I like that. And uh, your smile. I really like your smile and your laugh makes me so dizzy, but yet I love it at the same time. I know that we haven't been talking for a long time, like you know only a week, and we have barely talked even then, but at the gala you would bat your eyes or laugh or blush and I though it was so adorable. But it's the way you carry yourself that I love the most. At first you were shy and nerdy," This gets me a warning glare from her but I continue anyway. "But then you became this super confident person and I think that is sexy as hell." I look at her and see her cheeks become a dark shade of pink. "Are you blushing, Elena?" She releases a small giggle and looks up at me through her eyelashes.
"Stefan…" She begins, I nod at her and she takes a breath. "I think it's time you get that kiss now." She says through a smile. I laugh a little then she takes her hand that's in mine and sets it on my cheek. I feel her other hand set on the other side of my face and I can see her coming closer. I decide it's time to move my arms so I put my right hand under her jaw then put my thumb on her cheek. I set my left hand on her amazing thigh and give it a little squeeze causing her to laugh. I move closer to her, our lips literally millimeters away from each other. I look in her eyes once more before closing mine and pressing our lips together. And that's it. I forget where I am, I forget what I'm doing. I pull her lips a little closer to mine and slightly part her lips with my tongue and thankfully she lets me gain access. Our lips are weaving out of one another and our heads swaying back and forth and I feel her scoot a little closer to me.
The Ferris wheel abruptly stops and we both pull back. I open my eyes and see this glowing woman sitting next to me with a smile brighter than the sun. I take in a few deep breaths and show her a huge smile of my own. Then lean over and give her a small peck on the lips. "Thank you, Ms. Gilbert." I straighten out and pull her towards me. Her left arm wraps around my right one and I set my right hand on her left thigh where she sets her right hand. She sets her head on my shoulder and I smile to myself.
"It was my pleasure, Mr. Salvatore." She says as the Ferris wheel starts moving again.
ELENA'S POINT OF VIEW
The rest of the day went as smoothly as it could have gone. We both played more games at the boardwalk and we both won more prizes. Stefan made jokes and I'd laugh, he'd occasionally grab my hand and I would smile to myself, or while we would be waiting in line he would slip an arm around my waist and cling to my side then I would set my hand on his and tuck my head in the crook between his neck and jaw. For the first time in a while I feel genuinely happy. He makes me feel happy. The way his mouth slowly curves into his bright smile, or how he runs his hands through his hair when he's frustrated. It all makes me feel a part of something, something that I don't know yet. A friendship? A relationship? I'm not really sure yet.
As we made our way to the car, Stefan, once again, slipped his hand around my waist and gave my temple a small kiss. "You're so open with you're affection." I say to him as a deep pink blush attacked my cheeks. Thankful that the sun is already set and no one can see it.
"It's easier when I'm with someone that I really like." He responds to me, removing his hand from my waist and replacing it with locking our fingers together.
"We haven't even known each other that long." I tell him. He abruptly stops and pulls me to face him. Setting his hands on my shoulders he begins to speak.
"It doesn't matter about time. All that matters is that I like you now… A lot. And that's all that is going to matter as long as I am with you. I don't want to treat you like one of the other girls I've… been with. Because you're nothing like them. You're special and I adore you more than I have with any other women. You actually saw past my douchebag ego to who I really am… Not who the tabloids and the press make me out to be. You actually saw the real me. The me who doesn't sleep with people on the first date. The me who doesn't sneak a peek at my date even though they fainted. The me who talks about my sister even though it physically pains me. The me… who really likes you. And even though you haven't been in my life for long, I'm not sure I would be able to survive without you. You've brought out something in myself that I didn't know I had. Before my sisters accident, I didn't think I could be good again. I didn't think I could love again, or be loved. I didn't think I could have any of the things that I have right now because I was a monster. I believed every day that her… death was my fault. I didn't think you would ever be here with me. Touching me like you do, kissing me. But I was proved wrong. Because of you." He finishes and I am flabbergasted by him today. The opening up and letting me get to know him really means a lot. I don't know what to say.
I feel like I owe him something so personal of my own, wait, no not owe… I want to give him something that I cherish. Something that I have kept with me for so long, for so little reason. It is not part of my religion, or my beliefs, or any tradition. I just thought I could be different with it. Not give it up the first chance I get. Give it to someone who will hold on to it with as much love as I do. Someone who won't take it then just throw it in the trashcan. It will not be by force, it will be by my own will. I believe Stefan is this person. I don't know much about him. Only that he is from a small town in Virginia, like I. And that his favorite color is blue, he has a brother and a mother and a father and a dead sister, his best friends are siblings, he became a baseball player because of his sister, he used to be in with the bad crowd, he changed because he wanted to make his sister proud. And most importantly he likes me. He likes me more than anyone has ever liked me. And that makes me like him more than I have ever liked anyone. He makes me feel safe and secure. And I want to do something that will probably make me like him more than I already do. I will not fight myself on this one. It is what I want to do so I will do it. I will not second guess myself, I will not back down. I am not a coward, I am not a child, I am not insecure. I am with Stefan Salvatore. And no one, on this world or any other world for that matter, can be any one of those things when they are in the presence of him.
I've been quiet for too long. I need to say something. But my mind wont produce the words to send to my mouth. I look up to his green eyes and see such wonder beneath the surface. The gears turning in his head, figuring out what is going on. I take his hand from my shoulder and set it against my cheek. "I want you to take me home." I whisper, taking his other hand and weaving my fingers through his. He secures his hand on my cheek a little firmer and I lean into it and run my right hand over the back of his on my cheek.
"It was the plan all along to take you back—," He begins but before he can finish I cut him off, already shaking my head no. I don't want to go back to L.A. I think I knew that all along since I woke up this morning. I was never intent on leaving Santa Monica till Sunday. And I think he knew it as well.
"No. The beach house. I want you to take me to the beach house." I whisper even quieter than before. But I knew he heard me because any move that he was making now stopped. Frozen in place.
I unlocked the fingers of my left hand and his right one, then shook his touch off my cheek and replaced that hand with my right hand. Slowly I began to walk backwards, looking him straight in the eyes, towards his car, which I see just a few rows away. I turn away and start walking faster towards the vehicle. When we reach it, I feel a pair of hands on my waist and a set of lips crashing down on mine. When Stefan pulls back and I open my eyes he has the brightest smile on his face that spreads to his eyes. He gives me one last peck and runs to his side of the car and hops in.
I touch my lips with my left hand, smile, then open up the car door and slide in. I slip my hand into Stefan's already waiting one, sitting on the console. Then he drove. He drove faster than I have ever seen him drive before. All of a sudden I am feeling nervous. I don't think it's about the choice I have made. What I have decided to share with the man sitting next to me with the moss green eyes, or the perfect white teeth, or that beautiful light brown hair that I imagine my hands running through. I think I'm nervous because of his crazy driving. That makes me laugh inside. I am about to give him something that I have never thought about giving him before and yet I am nervous about the way he is driving.
I keep my hand in his but turn my head to look out of the car window. I see a bird flying high above us and realize what it is like to be a bird flying through the sky. Free. Undeniably free. No one here is to tell me no or to stop me from what I want to do. I look closer to the ground and see a squirrel down the trunk of a tree with a nut in his hand. And I realize what it is like to be a squirrel. Taking something I want without asking and getting away with it. Slowly, I turn back to the man whom I have come to care for in such little time… And I realize what it is like to be him. Reckless, but. Crazy, but calm. Rude, but caring. Everything that I am not, he is. And everything that he is not… I am. And that's what makes us mesh. That's what makes all the pieces of the puzzle fit together.
I'm lost in my own head when Stefan says my name softly then gets out of the car and opens my door. Then grabbing my hand and starts leading us towards the entrance of the house. He occasionally looks back at me through the darkness of night, only lit by the small porch light in front of us. When we enter the door I switch positions and walk in front of him. I slip off my shoes with each foot and he does the same. Shoes and socks are gone when I start pulling him by the hand through the living room, past the kitchen, down the hallway, and to the master bedroom. I drop his hand and walk in by myself. I turn around, not feeling his presence directly behind me. I see the expression on his face. Fear, confusion. He looks at me and I smile. I walk towards his standing body and pull him inside and shutting the door. I gingerly push him up against the closed door and cup his face with both of my hands. I rise onto my tip-toes and lay my lips almost touching his. "It's alright. Everything is okay, I promise." I whisper as quietly as I can. Then close the remaining distance between our lips and everything is over. I have zero doubts about the choice I made. Everything is going to be fine, with Stefan it always is.
I plant my feet back on the ground and separate our lips from each other. I take my hands from his cheeks and move them to the hem of his shirt. I take a deep breath then look up to his face for confirmation. He nods with a small smile on his face and I slowly lift up the fabric of his gray tee-shirt. As soon as it is discarded across the room it takes every muscle inside of me not to press my lips against his chest.
I am mesmerized by his body when I feel his hands slip under my shirt and remove it from my torso. He then takes the take top and cautiously pulls it over my head. I hear the shirt hit the floor and abandon all control. I set my hands on his shoulders and jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist and tightening my arms around his neck. I feel his lips laying lust-filled kisses all over my neck and collarbone, all the way up to my pink lips. I barely feel it when the bed hits my back. I am too lost in him to recognize anything that happens around us. The weight of him lifts and I feel him pull down my jeans then lay kisses from my stomach all the way up to my lips. He repeats this a few times until I can't handle it anymore and reach for his jeans.
I basically rip off his pants faster than humanly possible then flip us over so my hair is dangling down over the both of us. I lay my lips on his chest, quenching my thirst. I slide down his body leaving small, wet kisses to the top of his boxers. He inhales a sharp breath and I move back up to meet his face. His eyes are close and his lips pressed into a tight line. I run my thumbs across his cheeks and lay my lips against his. I open my eyes and see his pure, lust-filled, green ones staring back at me. Next thing I know I am on my back and his lips are against my chest, moving down through the valley of my breasts, and to my stomach. My eyes are closed and I don't know what he is going to do next. I feel his hand come behind my back and unhook my bra, then throwing it across the room.
I return the favor by pushing his boxers down as far as I can with my hands, then letting my feet take over when I couldn't reach. This was it. There was one final roadblock to him. To the pain and pleasure all mixed into one. But I didn't want him to remove it. So I pushed him off of me and kneeled next to his heavily breathing body. I slip my thumb under the left side of my panties and did the same with my right. I wanted him to watch me do this. I was giving him something special and I want him to witness it. I slowly start pulling my panties down and over my butt. He was hanging on to my every movement. I sat on my butt then slipped the small piece of fabric over my smooth legs and threw it somewhere in the room that didn't matter. I rolled back over and right on top of him. My hair resting on one of my shoulders I put my hands on either side of his head and surprised him with a passionate kiss, resulting in both of us gasping for air. I pull back and look into those eyes one last time for the night.
"I want you to take me, Stefan." I whisper, straight to his face. There was no fear in my voice, no confusion, no pressure. And he could tell that. Because he moved his left hand over my waist, squeezing my hip then down to rest on my ass.
"I want to memorize every inch of you, though." He whispered back, scanning his eyes down my body.
"Fine, but promise to take me, Stefan. Promise." I started pleading with every fiber of my being.
"I promise." He sealed it with a kiss then moved his lips down my neck. I felt his mouth on my breast and I was lost into oblivion. He was everywhere. Around me, inside me, with me, next to me. I couldn't keep track. But it didn't matter…
Because he took me. He took me higher than I ever thought I could go. And I never want to come down.
A/N: Well, I don't know what to say about that. Only that I hope you like it. I don't want them to move too fast but I kind of just threw that idea out of the window. Don't judge me for my smut scene. I really had no clue what I was doing. I hope I didn't disappoint.
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