"Stef," she says his name tiredly, "Stef," she rolls around in the bed and clings on to his arm. "Stefan," she says it one more time since he did not react to her calling his name for the first two times.
He makes a grumbling sound as her voice pierces through his ears. "Why are you awake?" he asks annoyed with her. Next thing he feels is her body close to his, she's curling herself on his left side, putting her arms across his chest. His eyes shoot wide open in confusion, his look landing on her frowning face.
"Gilbert, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asks angrily, still confused, but without any intention to back away from her.
"I'm cold," she murmurs into his skin. He's sleeping shirtless. He always sleeps shirtless when the warmer times come. Her hands are resting on his chest, the tips of her fingers caressing his skin, making him more relaxed than he has been in a while.
He eyes her wearily. His look falls down her body and he notices she uncovered herself fully. She's lying on the white sheets in the same silky baby blue nightie she fell asleep in, only now he can feel silk on his body. Her nightie went up her body, curling around her waist, and because of it he has a clear view of her lacy, pink panties. He licks his lips.
"Spring in Rome is as warm as the middle of Summer in Mystic Falls," he furrows his brows, "How the hell can you be cold?" his arm flies behind her and falls on her back, and he makes himself believe it's purely out of comfort.
He is still confused about what's going on. Only few hours ago she was calling him an idiot and telling him to fuck off, and now she was pushing herself in his embrace. Few hours ago he was sure he would never jump into bed with her, but now, having her so close to him, every one of his words fell into water. Having her close to him felt special, like he doesn't want to let her go. She felt familiar and comfortable.
She shrugs his question off before she exhales loudly, almost in relief. Then a devious smirk appears on her face.
"You know, I might just as well take you on that offer," she says with a smokey voice, the words that come out of her mouth vibrating on his skin.
"Oh," he gasps when the delicious vibrations reach his spine and make his skin shiver, "On which one?" he asks curiously as his fingers travel to her hair. He never pulled his fingers through a girls hair before. It shows a certain kind of intimacy, maybe even gentleness. And he never allowed himself to be in that kind of a situation.
Her eyes fly wide open. "The one that includes sleeping under you," she shoots him a daring look, and he locks his eyes on hers in surprise.
For the first time after a long while there's a smirk on her face and confusion written all over his. Before he gets a chance to react to her words, she pulls herself away from him, and the next thing he knows, she's putting her leg on the other side of his body and sitting on him. She smirks at him once again before she takes them hem of her nightie in between her fingers and pulls it over her head. He examines her body. He starts with her long neck, and the first thing he notices are two moles on it, placed so closely together than they remind him of a bite. He continues to her collar bones which are sticking out of her body before his look falls on her decent sized breasts which are held tightly together by her bra. He pulls his eyes down on her perfectly flat stomach, and he especially notices her hip bones. Once again he notices how long her legs are.
She puts her hands behind her back and reaches for the clasp of her bra, when he stops her. She looks at him confused.
"Leave it on," he tells her quietly, and she grins at him smugly, knowing she's holding him at the palm of her hand. She smiles at him with a smile of a woman who knows she has what she wants.
She pulls her body down on his, her stomach on his stomach, her chest on his chest, and she brings her lips close to his ear, "You know Stefan," he can feel a hot stream of air on his ear, "I always knew you like lace," she giggles silently as those words come out of her mouth.
Firstly, he notices she used his first name this time. Secondly, the fact she's been thinking about what he likes turns him on.
She's right, he loves to see lace on a girl. Especially when the color of it does not blend with the color of her skin, but contradicts it, like what she's wearing now. Hot pink lace on her snow white body.
Something gets stuck in his throat when she pulls her lips from his ear and plants them on his chest. She keeps one of her hands on his shoulder, and the other one travels down his body and she takes a hold of his package.
He can feel her smile against his skin. "I always wanted to know are the stories true," he wants to ask what stories, but he can't concentrate on nothing but her long fingers traveling up and down his member. Finally, she pulls her hand away and straightens her body, locking her eyes on his. A smirk makes an appearance on her face again. "They're more than true," she bites her lower lip, "A lot, lot more," she says seductively.
His lips quiver. What the hell is going on, he thinks to himself. Focus Stefan, he says inside of his head, it's not like you're doing this for the first time.
It might as well be. He never felt like this before. Like she's making him feel.
When she pulled her nightie off, only one word came to his mind. And it was not sexy or hot or fuckable. It was beautiful.
Stefan, you fucking pussy, he gave himself one big, mental slap.
She pulled his bottoms down, alongside his boxers, smirking at him devilishly. She was seducing him with her look, making him keep his eyes on hers. The innocent look of her light brown eyes was now replaced with a devilish one.
She lowered her panties down, and sat on him. When she felt his full length inside of her, she gasped. When she got accommodated to him, she smiled in his direction.
She started moving on him, first slow, then faster, and when she quickened her pace, his hands flew to her hips. He squeezed them tightly, and she released a loud gasp of air in relief.
"Stefan," she says his name while putting one of her hands on his chest, riding him faster and faster with each passing second. "Oh my God," this time, she yelled.
He held her by her hips as he started pounding into her, first slower, then faster.
"Stefan," she screamed his name, "You're poking me," she said, this time more silently.
"Yeah baby, you can call it whatever you want."
"Stefan," he had heard her saying his name annoyed, "Stop poking me," he raised his look to her face, confused, and his eyesight started getting foggy. He shook his head, but it did not help. He could see glimpses of her face, then glimpses of a window, white sheets, wardrobe. Loud screams consisting of "Stefan, I'm cumming, you're making me cum!" mixed with angry and annoyed, "Salvatore, what the fuck are you doing?" The feeling of relief he felt inside of her wetness got replaced by his groin pressing onto something hard.
One more loud scream of his last name coming from her throat finally woke him up. It took him few seconds to realize what's going on before he opened his eyes lazily.
Did he.. Did he just have a sex dream about Elena Gilbert?
Sweet merciful lord.
"Salvatore, your elbow is pressing onto my spine," she whines.
"Gilbert, my elbow is nowhere near your spine," he tells her, kinda annoyed at her for waking him up. They were having a good time. He knew the only way Elena could loosen up is in his dream.
"Well something is poking into my spine," she turns around and throws the covers off them. "Oh my God," she says, and he chuckles in his head at how familiar those words are, and how better they sound when she says them with a different tone of voice. "You're disgusting!" she yells at him while getting off the bed. "Can't you get few days without sex?" she stomps with her foot on the floor.
He raises his head, furrowing his brows, confused by her words, before he realizes what's going on. He can finally feel how hard he is. Well, depending on the dream he just had, it's no wonder, even though it's kind of embarrassing. He catches her looking at him, and then glancing down at his erection.
"I'm sorry?" he murmurs tiredly.
"Urgh," she says as she throws her hands in the air, turning around and heading for the bathroom.
Once she's in, his head falls on the pillow and he covers his face with his palms. Nice job, Stefan. Nice fucking job.
"Are you going to be long in there?" he yells, but she does not answer him. "Because I kind of need to go in there," he chuckles, "Unless you're willing to help."
"Go fuck yourself Salvatore."
"Well I'm trying to but you don't want to get out of the bathroom."
The next thing he hears is her annoyed, loud scream before the bathroom door fly open.
"Elena," Bonnie pokes Elena's arm with her finger, "Sweetie, are you okay?" she asks her with a caring tone of voice. Elena hums as she goes sloppily through her breakfast. "You've been really quiet ever since you came downstairs," Bonnie tries to get her best friends attention, but fails miserably. She looks at Caroline helplessly.
Caroline simply shrugs, eyeing Elena. "Has something happened," Caroline asks, a little bit less warm than Bonnie.
Elena slowly raises her look at her friends and looks at them emotionless before she releases a loud sigh. "Okay, there is something," she raises her hand and reaches for her hair to put the strain that's been hanging across her face behind her ear. She inhales deeply before she looks at her friends again. Both of them lean a little across the table, ready for some new gossip.
"Uhm," Elena wiggles her lips nervously, "This morning," she starts playing with her fingers, "Before we woke up," she stutters a little, "I mean when we woke up," she tries to find the right words, but fails. She looks at her friends desperately.
Bonnie is looking at her confused, and Caroline looks like smoke is going to come out of her ears any minute now. She's so red in her face, and her cheeks become puffy as she raises her voice, "What happened Elena?" she asks like a child who can't hold it in any longer.
"It was there," Elena blushes as she whispers to her friends.
Bonnie cocks her eyebrow in Elena's direction, confused. "What was there?"
"His thing."
"What thing?"
"The thing in his pants."
"His penis?"
Elena nods and Bonnie and Caroline look at each other confused.
Bonnie looks warmly at Elena, "Sweetie, it's always there. It's part of his anatomy."
Elena rolls her eyes. "It was up."
Caroline's eyes pop out. "He had an erection?"
Elena nods shyly.
"How do you know?"
"I felt it on my back."
Elena prayed to God no one can hear what they're talking about.
Caroline laughs out loud sweetly. "Figures as much," she covers her mouth with her open palm, "That nightie always gives Tyler a hard on."
Elena shoots her a deadly glare. "You gave me a nightie which makes your boyfriend hard?"
Bonnie intertwines before the two of them get into a fight over some trivial thing. "Not that I'm underestimating your sexual power," Bonnie clears her throat with a cough, "But guys get erections all the time."
Elena exhales tiredly. "I did not even think he got it because of me - "
"But there's always a chance he did," Caroline hums amused as she interrupts Elena in the middle of her sentence.
Elena nods at Caroline's comment. "So I wanted to know, do you guys think I'm teasing him in any way?"
Caroline rolls her eyes at how naive Elena is being. "You have boobs, ass and a vagina, of course you're teasing him."
Bonnie nods her head in confirmation.
Caroline leans over the table. "Elena, can you honestly tell me you've never wondered are the stories true?" Caroline cocks her eyebrow at her friend. "He doesn't treat any of those girls very nice, and still, they keep coming back to him. He must be doing something right."
Elena wants to say no to her questions, but her blushing cheeks give her out. Caroline gets her answer without Elena even having to say a word.
"You hate him, but the thought still crossed your mind," Caroline exclaims victoriously, "It's probably the same for him."
"Oh man," Rebekah barely says through laughter, "You have it really hard for this girl," she bursts into more laughter than she's been before.
Stefan shoots her a look.
"No pun intended," she snorts.
"You know," he says as he takes a sip of orange juice, "When I tell you something, as a friend, you're supposed to generously offer me advice and comfort, not make fun of me," he directs her a sarcastic smile.
"But it's so funny," she laughs while taking a bite of a strawberry.
"It's not funny, Bekah," he puts his palms over his face, "It's a fucking serious situation," he whines a little.
"It's not like she's never seen an erection, Stefan," she rolls her eyes at him, thinking about how overly dramatic he's being.
"It's not about that," he pulls his fingers through his hair nervously.
"And I know this is not the first time you've been fantasizing about her."
Stefan shoots her a confused look.
Rebekah rolls her eyes. "Can you honestly tell me you never thought about being with her?"
Stefan frowns. "I'm a guy. I have so many perverted thoughts that my brain has to restart every week, so even if I did, I would not remember," he finds a way to get out of the messy situation.
Rebekah furrows her brows. "Then what is it?"
He keeps looking at her for few seconds before he finally says, "I felt."
Rebekah frowns. "Yeah, it's called and orgasm."
"Fucking hell Rebekah," he raises his voice a little, "I mean, I felt," he lowers it when he realizes he turned few heads, "It. I felt it."
Her eyes pop out. "Holy shit," she leans closer to him.
"I have the smell of her shampoo stuck up my nostrils," he says annoyed, "How the fuck do I know the smell of her shampoo?" he asks Rebekah desperately, like she holds an answer to his question. Like she can offer him an explanation. "And the dream," he shakes his head, trying to get it out of his head, "It was so vivid. Her beautiful eyes, those kissable lips and her fucking silky skin," he shoves his face into his palms, "And the worst thing is, I have no idea is it the product of my imagination or a real thing."
Rebekah eyes him confused. "What exactly?"
He chuckles. "Her skin. All I want to do is tear her clothes off and feel her skin. That's not normal," he throws his hands in the air.
She has no idea what to say. She does not know how to react, or how to handle this side of Stefan.
"The worst thing is, I did not even get to fuck her, she fucking fucked me," he says with a muffled voice, "She was so close next to me and I pulled fingers through her hair.."
Rebekah knows only one version of Stefan. She did not know who he was before he became this version of himself, and she really did not care. She loved him for who he is, and if he ever decided to go back to his old self again, she would love that guy too.
Stefan was never the one to get into relationships or to develop feelings towards someone, she knew that. She did not know why, though. And she never asked any questions.
"Stefan, it was only a dream," she tries to comfort him.
A small smile appears on his face. "Yeah," he looks at her, "And when I woke up, I wished it were real."
AN: Thanks to everyone who are reading and reviewing, or doing one of those things! :)