A/N: Sexually explicit content coming ahead. You've been warned and you're free to skip this chapter if that's not your thing.

Chapter 7: Release

A typical date for the young brunette would be somewhat reminiscent of hangout with handholds and a kiss depending on how charming the guy was. Back in her hometown, she was asked out frequently by other guys at school. All of them tried different methods to woo her but it was to no avail. There even were rumors of her swinging the other way because of her quiet and aromantic stance. If she had an option, she would never step foot in that high school again dealing with lame boys and busybodies.

"Stefan," she shrieked as they ascended from the ground, "This is not what I thought you meant to see the city."

It was around 10 pm and Elena was on a helicopter with a man. By this time on a regular date for her the anxious boy would be rushing her home fearing the expected stern words from her father if they were out past curfew. Stefan opened the bottle of Moet as quickly as he could with a cork and poured them a glass each. Elena's nose brushed the glass instead of drinking the champagne at once. Giggling, she said, "Even though I love this, I prefer our wine much more." As she drunk, Stefan's jaw clenched. The use of our in that context was not significant but was all at once.

"Do you consider us exclusive?" He asked an open-ended question to see how she was feeling about them.

Setting her glass on the small table beside them she replied, "I mean we spend most of our time together I don't see why not. Sometimes I hate going back home in Brooklyn after work your place is so much closer-" She looked outside of her window seeing that they were officially flying over the city. Stefan scooted over to her gazing at the bright lights, just watching her. Elena could sense his vision on her since his shuffling in position. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear, revealing her diamond hoops. He couldn't help but lean.

"Are these new? Stefan inquired, stroking her ear and then her neck, unnecessarily but she was never one to objectify his touch. Keeping her eyes on upcoming buildings they were about to pass she answered, "Hmm, yes they are. Earlier this week, Bonnie and I went to the stores," his hand was on her thigh, she really couldn't keep her focus on the view or hardly remember what was asked. Elena continued, "Well, I stopped in Dior and got these." She shook her head showing off her earrings.

Stefan took a step back from her, ceasing his light touches and strokes on her skin. "She's good for you," he stated, meekly. Elena turned to face him, "Yeah, she's the best. I didn't think I could make it in this city," she momentarily pointed at the literal city, "And with Bonnie came Jesse who is always fun to be around and helpful. But she was there on account of Katherine, of course, and some weird way I'm grateful for Katherine too, even if she has it out for me for whatever diabolical reason it may be at the moment." He was silent for a while thinking about what the boss lady could possibly want to punish Elena with.

"Does she know about us?"

"No, I don't think so."

If she didn't know about their relationship then someone she did know-Damon must have given her intel. Telling Elena about how far his brother's shopping peaked. She already looked upset thinking about the situation, fidgeting back and forth in her seat. Stefan interlocked his fingers with hers, Elena looked up slowly and caught his tender gaze. She squeezed it and kissed him hard and he responded with greater intensity. Her hands traced alongside his jaw as they paused, attempting to catch their breath. "I wanna go home...with you." She whispered in his ear while his hands grazed the sides of her. Stefan told the pilot to hurry his ass back to ground level.


The front door was wide open as Elena and Stefan kissed on the nearby wall next to it. "Stefan," she giggled as her back was being pressed against the wall, "The door." She felt his mouth nibbling her neck with much more ardor than on the helicopter. This was the time for them to just be in their own privacy. Stefan who was still buried in her neck hummed, "What about it?"

Elena said in a high voice, "I mean look at it, do you want to give your uptight neighbors a show right now?"

"Maybe," he whispered.

"Stefan," she deadpanned.

Groaning, the blond walked over to the door to shut it close. Stefan turned around his partner but met a blank wall. All he saw were her heels near the start of the hallway. Elena was awful running or walking quickly in heels. He chuckled to himself because he always kept his room door locked. Elena twisted the knob several times before using her nails to unlock it. When she finally got in, she was immediately hoisted up by Stefan. He propelled both of them on his king-sized mattress. "How'd you get in here?" Stefan asked incredulously like he hadn't seen her pick the lock with her own hands.

Elena traced his jawline lightly with her nails, "Oh, I have my ways." They both smiled at one another and kissed rather passionately. Stefan started to take off his shirt while Elena watched, eyes widen in anticipation. He snuck a hand up her shirt, lazily playing with her breast. She rested her hands on his face. "Wait," she almost whispered, "I need you to promise me something." Elena has his full attention, he was nodding.

"I don't want you to look to away from me tonight," she told him, "That night in the limo you couldn't do that because you weren't being honest with me. We're different now and I want to be with you fully."

Stefan took her hand from his face and held it close to his beating heart. He looked deeply in her eyes, "I promise, Elena, I will and I'm sorry because this is real to me." She breathed in and out, feeling the sincerity of his words rattle her insides. She sat up as he pulled up her shirt, revealing her red, lacy bra and torso. Stefan planted kisses on her stomach and said, "I haven't fully made it up to you, yet." She didn't miss the use of the last word and felt his hand itching for the zipper on her skirt. Whoosh! Her bottoms were on his floor in some unknown place and then her underwear.

Elena cursed to the heavens when he used his tongue on her and met her peak not once, not twice but three times. Every time she came, her legs clenched around his head needily and desperately. He left her warmth to kiss her inner thighs, it was glorification at its finest. The young girl was in ecstasy and was mumbling incoherently. Stefan looked up to see her writhing and mumbling on his sheets. "What was that?" He mused. Elena gulped, and finally was able to utter, "Your turn." His pant's zipper was being pulled down.

"No, you're fine, lie down on the bed. Rilarsse," Stefan commanded.

He threw his jeans somewhere on the floor and then unhooked Elena's bra, slowly dropping it on the head of the bed. They kissed once more; Elena ran her fingers down his torso and asked, "Do you have protection?" He kissed her hand and said, "I'll be right back." Elena pouted when he left the room, it was a complete interruption of the moment they were caught up in. Someone of the two had to be responsible when it came to sex. Stefan came back around 10 minutes later with a box of condoms a glass of water for her.

She drank it quickly, both of her hands grasping the cup. Water trickled down her mouth at the irregular movements of her hands. Stefan opened the box and retrieved one packet out, leaving the box on his nightstand. Elena also set her now empty glass of water on the nightstand and their hands brushed one another.

"Sorry," they both said in unison. Elena closed her eyes, "Okay, I want to continue." That's all it took for her to end up back on her back. His hips rocked into hers, trying to find a steady rhythm for them to ride. She liked the pace they were going and knew that she'd climax again if he kept it up. "Right there," she breathlessly said. As promised his eyes were on hers, staring into them and he saw what she looked like she came. Stefan tried not to smirk but he couldn't help it. He dreamt and thought about this exact moment for weeks now.

She moaned, rolling her eyes back and clenched around him. While she felt snug around him, that wasn't enough for him to actually come. He stopped and Elena was confused. "What's wrong?" He looked away, she put her hands on his face. "Hey, she exclaimed, "Don't look away from me, you promised, please tell me what's wrong." Hesitantly bringing his eyes back to her, he looked at a worried Elena.

"Wrap both of your legs around me."

Stefan's movements quickened inside of her and she cried out his name loudly. It wasn't a senseless ramming like she thought it would be because she felt pleasure too. Their hands interlocked in the top right corner of the bed. They both squeezed the other's hand when they met their apex at the same time. He rolled from on top of her not wanting to crush her small frame. Elena covered herself with his comforter. A few minutes passed and she turned over to see his face. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, worriedly. Besides the feeling of her numb legs, nothing really felt uncomfortable or painful to Elena. "No," she vocalized, "I am completely fine, you did nothing wrong." Stefan signaled for her to come near him to cuddle; Elena breathed in and out going to sleep with a huge grin on her face.


Damon sluggishly walked into the cafe he was meeting a lady in. He was sporting sunglasses on his face hence his hangover from last night. It was around 6 am and he was sitting in a booth twiddling his thumbs. Damn it, Katherine being hot isn't excusable for being late. The bachelor looked up as he saw heels clacking inside of the place. She smirked while she pulled her seat out. It was almost if she was looking down on him. "Well, you look awful. I woke up looking like my best self this morning." She beamed. Silence, he had no comeback which meant he was really at his lowest.

Sighing, Katherine decided to take pity on him. She told him that she ordered two black coffees for him. Damon snorted, "Thanks, I guess. How come we were at the same function and you managed to keep your drinking steady?" Katherine pulled out her cosmetic mirror, fixing her lipstick and closed it dramatically. "Because you're sloppy, Damon." Rolling his eyes he said, "Please Kat, you're just better at hiding your shit." She looked down, grinning.

"Touche. Now, what did you find out about Stefan and Elena?"

Damon shrugged, "Well, as soon as I get my coffee I'll be in better spirits." Katherine scoffed, "We could have talked about this last night if you weren't so hellbent on getting wasted." There was a certain venom to her voice that he wasn't strong enough to challenge. The barista came with their drinks to which Katherine smiled and thanked them and Damon just nodded off. The worker raised a brow, he looked familiar but they couldn't see his famous blue eyes behind the glasses.

He took some sips of both coffees, it looked entirely gross to Katherine. Damon fanned himself. "Okay, I'm ready to share the info I have for the Caroline info you have." Katherine looked back and forth and finally divulged, "She isn't in Los Angeles for career decisions, there's a man keeping her there." Damon slammed his hand on the table and said, "Don't play with me, Katherine. I can't hold anything over my brother's head if she was the one who stepped out first." It was astonishing how easily the woman got exclusives out of people where he had to pry and beg.

"I am not fucking around Damon. Why do you all think she's so innocent? Like, who leaves their fiance for 5 months, she is in love with that man."

Damon cursed and drunk some more of his coffee. He knew Katherine had more details on that affair but she wouldn't give it all away. He just had to play that same game but with a twist. Sighing, he said in a defeated tone, "Yeah, you're killing their little affair they have going on. Changing her schedule really is pissing Stefan off, he really denied Caroline's advances to take his chances on your girl." Katherine leaned back in her chair, "Hmm, maybe she is good. I love when women make men really work for it." She raised an eyebrow, "Denied Caroline you said? I don't think she let that one out but she was quick to tell me about her and her Englishman."

Damon tried to hold back his smirk. She actually revealed a detail about Blondie's booty call, so she knows all about him. Katherine grasped her cup of tea, seeing him bite his tongue. "Everything okay, Damon?" He shook his head, taking off his glasses and smiled as the two gossipped the rest of the hour about Caroline's failed attempt. After the curly haired lady left he sent his brother a text:

Kat's off your trail, now. Don't show up to the club and have a driver take your girl home.