Elena

Morning come's too soon and Matt rolls over to kiss my cheek awake, he smiles down at me with his loving eyes.

I instantly feel a pang of guilt in my stomach, but it washes away.

"Good morning." He murmurs.

"I'll take Jackson to school again, today. You get rest, are you sure you're feeling okay?" He asks, his warm hand on my forehead, I look up at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I whisper, pecking his lips.

He smiles, gets up and leaves the room and I lay back down, my arms spread out as I glance at the clock on the wall, it's 7:30, way too early to go see Stefan.

Jackson comes in to say good morning and I smile at him, patting the bed, motioning him to sit down.

He sits down, and I run my fingers through his dirty blonde hair, I kiss the top of his head and tell him to be good for dad, and he nods, rolling his blue eyes at me.

"You have book club after school, right?" I ask him and he nods his head.

Matt calls for him in the kitchen and he quickly pecks my cheek and I smile at him, and wave back as he leaves.

I hear Matt's truck leave the drive way and I lay my head back down, my heart racing at seeing Stefan again. I get off my bed and look in the mirror, my cheeks are flushed, bright pink and I can't contain the smile on my face.

I pull my hair up into a ponytail and decide to go for a nice jog to get my mind off things, I grab my running shoes and put them on, jogging outside.

The run lasts maybe about an hour, I come home, sweaty, my face flushed as I hop in the shower, I get out and decide to wear a pair of athletic shorts, a tank top and some flip flops. I take my hair out and it falls straight down my shoulders.

I jog down the street and instantly I am sweating in the hot sun, I sigh walking on the sidewalk, and barely make it to the loft, I press my hand against the metal door, breathing heavily against it.

I knock, I can feel the sweat dripping down my body as he answers the door, his green eyes scan over me, and then meets my eyes.

"I.. I uh kind of ran here." I say, smiling like a fool.

"I can tell." He says, a light smile on his face.

He moves so I can get by, his eyes not leaving my body until I turn around.

"If.. I could just use your restroom." I say, as polite as I can and he points toward a door, I walk there, and shut the door, studying myself in the mirror.

My hair is kind of frizzy now from the heat and there's little sweat droplets on my forehead.

Great, I looked terrible and he's probably regrets having me over.

I stare into his eyes again, he's wearing a red plaid shirt and khahki shorts, he looks really nice. The stubble on his cheek makes him look way older then he actually is.

I bite my lip and turn towards him again.

"Thanks for coming." He says, moving closer to me, I feel my heart rate pick up.

I move closer to him, and smile shyly, it had been awhile since I had been in close proximity to someone, like this. Hell, it had been awhile since I had a crush on someone.

It's kind of awkward as he suggest to sit on the sofa and we do, he gently slides his arm around me, and I don't question it has I lean into his body weight.

I can feel his abs against my back as I bite my lip, looking up at him, I see his green eyes on me, his mouth curled up into a half smile.

I wonder if I look as stupid as I feel right now.

Slowly he leans down and brushes his lips against mine, I feel my face begin to heat up as his skin touches mine, my heart beat picking up against my chest.

He pulls away a little to see my reaction, I freeze for a second before I press my lips into his soft lips, tingles shoot up my spine as his hand pushes my head forward, deepening the kiss, I close my eyes as alarm go off into my head that this is wrong, that I was going to hell for this, I pull back my lips and open my eyes a little to see his are still closed.

"Don't over think it.. just feel." He whispers, as his hand presses against my chest, I almost jump at the change of pace, but he doesn't touch my breasts, it's more like he wants to feel my heavy heart beat against his palm. I lean back in and capture my bottom lip into his top, he kisses me back, his hand going down to my waist, gently rubbing my hip bones with his rough thumbs. I open my mouth a little and his tongue dives into my mouth, exploring it, and I feel my head being feel dizzy as my arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to me, his tongue massages mine and I fight the urge to moan as he lifts me up to set me down gently on his lap, one hand reaches into my hair to play with it, I feel those familiar tingles come back again, as I kiss him back, also playing with his hair.

We both moan as we kiss, he's greedy with me, his rubs are rough against my hipbones, and I feel my bones crumbling at his heated touch, my heart beat is tumbling against his chest as he pulls back, and our mouths are open as we both open our eyes, we both smile at the same time, as my nose rubs against his, before I take the lead, kissing him again, he let's me, and I feel my hand tug on the collar of his shirt, each kiss becomes more needy and heated as his hands drift up to my face, caressing my cheeks.

We finally pull back, and I open my eyes to see his cheeks are bright pink, his forehead resting against mine.

"Wow.." He whispers, and I feel the same way, that was the best damn kiss I ever had in months, it was passionate but not too selfish, and it made my head spin but instantly I feel guilty, Matt...

He goes in for another kiss, his hand on my thigh, but I close my eyes and put my palm on his chest.

He looks at me confused, he closes his mouth.

"I.. I can't." I exhale, looking down, although I was attracted to Stefan, I still wasn't ready to go all the way.

He nods in understanding, at which I am surprised at.

Suddenly his face lights up.

"Ever smoke?" He says, touching my face.

I smile, nodding my head.

"Alright, I got some good stuff." He says, standing up and walking out the room.

I throw my head back and smile, I feel like a teenage girl who just got her first kiss, my toes curling slightly.

Oh, God, what is wrong with me?

He comes back in with a bag of weed and I take the joint papers from him, he looks at me raising an eyebrow on his handsome face.

"I know how to do this." I say, smiling brightly, as I lick the papers with my tongue, he watches intently as I pinch a small amount of weed into the paper I just licked, I fold with precision and roll until I'm satisfied.

He looks up at me when I am finished.

"Not bad." He says impressed as he takes the joint from my hand and our fingers brush against each others.

He grabs the joint and puts it between his teeth, lighting it up.

I watch as he inhales, his eyes closing as he leans against the couch.

I kick off my sneakers and lean back against him again, he blows little circles in my face, in a teasing motion and I crinkle my nose. He laughs and takes the joint out of his mouth, pinching it between his fingers, he holds it to my mouth and I smirk, resting my lips on it, he holds it and watches as I inhale, the smoke filling my lungs, it had been quiet some time since I've smoked pot, but each time was always rush of peace.

I open my eyes a little bit and his green eyes are dead set on my lips, I pull back from the joint and lean up, nudging his nose with mine, he opens his mouth a little and I put my mouth on his, letting the smoke transfer from my mouth to his, a low moan escapes his mouth and when I pull back his eyes are in disbelief at me.

"What?" I shrug my shoulders and take the joint back, inhaling it.

"It's just you always seem to surprise me." He says, laughing, I'm still on his lap.

"Why because I'm old?" I tease, poking his ribs.

He shakes his head, his eyes clouded over as he grabs the joint from my hand, I lean my head against his chest, counting his heart beats.

"You're sexy as hell." He compliments me, blowing the smoke out, I smile, against his plaid shirt.

"You're not so bad yourself." I purr and we sit in silence, each finishing off the joint that I had just rolled, soon we're sprawled out on the red couch, it feels amazing against my skin, my head in on his lap and he's playing with my hair, amazed by the texture.

His hands stop, and he looks down at me.

"I want to show you something." He says, taking my hand, I look at him, and smile willing to go wherever he wants me to. He pulls me up and we intertwine hands, I start to put on my shoes but he stops me.

"It's just up there." He points to the ceiling and I agree and put my shoes down, walking with him, everything feels like blur, and it's great, we get up to what I assume is the roof.

He opens the door and we walk out of the rooftop, it's huge and there's white concrete every where and it burns against my skin as we walk to the edge, Stefan glances down at the city, and all I hear is car horns, and children shouts as they play in their backyards, the lights are almost a blur to me as I watch it.

He comes next to me and I watch as he looks out below.

"Isn't this just all insignificant?" He asks, glancing over at me.

I stare at him confusion.

"What do you mean?" I ask, as the wind blows my hair in different directions, I look over and see it is doing the same to Stefan, his red plaid shirt going up as closes his eyes for a brief second.

"Well, all the people down there, their just existing, not living, they don't even know what life really is.. how much this shit doesn't matter, how sad, and heartbreaking, and disappointing life can really be.. how fast." He trails off, stepping closer to the edge, his feet barely touching ground.

"It can change." He finishes, and I gasp as I grab his shoulder.

"You'll get yourself killed." I scold.

But he just meets my eyes with a lazy smile.

"Let me go, I'm just feeling how strong the wind is." He says, stepping back a few paces.

I let go of his shoulder and feel the wind on my own skin, I smile and step closer with him, reaching my arms out to the sky.

What he said does make sense, there was so much beauty in this world, and darkness.

"I understand.. lately, I've been feeling like.. I would never feel happy again, but..now I'm here and that's what I feel, I'm happy.

I say, a light in my eyes.

He smiles, nodding his head.

I can feel his breath get sucked in at my confession, and he pulls me closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

I blush.

"I knew you'd understand." He says, wrapping his arms around my thin waist.

We watch the sun for a little bit, both lost in our own thoughts.

"Why are you like this?" I ask, and his body tenses us behind me, I rub his arm, to calm him down a little bit.

I hear him take a deep breath.

"I'm the reason for my own misery." He says quietly, his eyes surveying the world below him.

I turn my head to look at him, my eyebrows knitted in confusion over that simple sentence, Oh, what did he do to himself to make life so miserable?

My heart kind of aches at his sad expression, as I, too look out at the city below me, I notice cars whooshing past at fast speeds, two children on bikes, crossing the street.

"What do you mean?" I ask, in the open air, my eyes focused on the concrete below.

I feel his body tense up again, he continues to stare down where I am looking at, not saying a word.

I notice his cheeks are flushing red as I turn to look at him.

"It's okay, we don't have to talk." I say, resting my head against his shoulder, just enjoying the peace I was getting in his warm embrace.

His breath is hot on my face.

"I want to talk about you." He whispers, as he runs his fingers through my hair.

"M-e?" I choke out, surprised he would want to know about me.

I feel his nod against the side of my head.

"Yes, about you." He says again, chuckling lightly.

"You don't want to know about me." I say, my voice squeaking.

He pulls me closer to him so his head is resting against shoulder again, I close my eyes.

"I do, tell me something, anything." He whispers.

"Something about Elena that nobody else knows about, we're safe up here, you don't have to pretend with me." He adds, running his fingers through my hair again.

I close my eyes, feeling a small smile grow on my face.

"I don't know where to begin." I say truthfully, looking down at the city again.

"Why did you move to this crappy old town?" He asks, and my small smile turns into a grin.

"My husband, he'd lived here all his life until he got transferred to college about an hour away, when we got married this is where he decided to raise his child.." I trail off and he nods against me.

"Alright, but what if you could go anywhere, where would you go?" He asks.

I have to think about this a moment, California seems to strike home for me, I was raised there, until I transferred down here.

"California." I breathe out, and he looks at me surprised, raising his eyebrows.

"Small world." He mumbles, I notice he often liked to speak in riddles around me.

"You used to live there?" I say, not believing the odds.

"Yeah, L.A." He says in a matter-of-fact- tone.

"Si-mi-Valley." I raise my hand in mock surrender and his green eyes light up for a second.

"I know that place, wow you're kind of on the outskirts, huh?" He asks, looking at me.

"Yeah, yeah." I reply, rolling my eyes at his teasing and he laughs.

"Moving on.." He says once, he's recovered from his laughter, his cheeks red.

"Favorite color?" He asks, and I roll my eyes at the cliche question.

"I'm kidding.. I'm kidding." He says, smiling again, and it's nice to see him smile so openly to me.

"Why is it so hard for you to admit your flaws?"

I hold my breath, this conversation just took a deep turn.

"I. have a hard time doing that.." I say, sighing.

"I've noticed." He says, his voice gentle.

"I guess.. it was how I raised, my father's motto was: you're either the best or you're last.. so I guess that has a lot to do with it. I wasn't always attracted to power and excellence though, I used to be a simple person, I'd cut class, smoke weed behind the college building, I've done lots of crazy stuff. I guess.. I've always had a soft spot for bad boys.. I dated one back in high school, he was reckless, he gave me passion & I guess I just outgrew that streak because when I met Matt, he was the nicest guy I ever met..he was kind and he was polite and he was charming. All the girl's wanted him and I kind of felt like he could fix me you know? Turn me into a nice girl, not this horrible person. So I went after him, two dates turned into a proposal, and a proposal turned into marriage and one kid later, here I am. Back to square one." I say laugh quietly, not looking at his face.

I feel his lips on my cheek, I smile again, feeling my cheeks sore against his lips from all the smiling I did today.

"You're not a horrible person, Elena, you're lost just like me." He whispers against my ear and I feel my cheeks flush.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we found each other." I whisper, turning around in his arms, and pressing my lips to his, he kisses me back, his hand cupping my cheek as he rubs tiny circles on my cheekbone.

I feel my head begin to spin again as I think about how close we are to the edge of this roof, how we could just fall together at any second, the exhilaration rushes through my bones as I deepen the kiss, his warm hands on my back, and my hands in his hair, sliding down his neck.

He moans into my mouth as our tongue collide, he lets me win this time as I massage my tongue carefully with his. I feel the wind pick up and it's almost like I am flying, floating in the air, and the only thing that's holding me down in his strong arms.

He pulls back for air and I join him, panting as he presses his forehead against mine.

"If you're wondering I haven't outgrew my spot for bad boys." I whisper against his cheek and he smiles.

I gasp as he swoops me up bridal style, his large arms over my entire body, I wrap my hands around his neck, laughing as he carries me downstairs.

We get back to his loft and he sets me down, I fall on the big red couch, laughing from the rushes going through me.

The room is spinning slightly and I shriek as he climbs on top of me, his green eyes scanning down my body again, making me feel like he could set me on fire.

He touches below my shirt and I look at him, my eyes on his.

His touch is rugged and rough as Matt's is gentle and loving.

He pulls me down so I am eye to eye with him with his hands.

I squeak a little and chuckles, leaning down and kissing me again.

My hands find his neck, with my eyes closed, as I tug on the end of his hair a little, he presses down on me with his entire body and I swear I see stars in the corner of my eyes.

I feel his hands up my shirt, their warm and they feel hot against my skin as he massages my stomach.

I moan low in the kiss, he gently sucks on my bottom lip with his teeth.

He releases my body lip from his teeth and I'm amazed as I feel it tingle, my panties are wet, I can feel them against my thigh.

I feel his fingers on a small part of my neck, tracing an area, I shiver against his touch.

He begins to stroke my neck with his rough fingers, I feel my breathing increase as I arch my neck up so he can get more access.

He takes me by surprise as he shifts his lips from the corner of my mouth to my neck, gently kissing down my neck with open mouthed kisses, he trails down to below my collarbone and stops, his nose brushing along my neck, the most sensitive part.

I feel my chest heaving as I wait for his next move, he gently blows on my neck where he just kissed and I moan loud.

"Stefan." I barely get out as he licks my neck gently from top to the bottom, I feel his mouth close over the area of my neck that is the most sensitive as he sucks on it gently.

I move my head to the side urging him to go on.

He trails kisses back up my neck as he blows his hot breath above my ear.

I feel my forehead break out into a sweat as I grip his thin t-shirt under my fingers.

I'm breathing heavily as I almost yelp out in surprise when he nips my neck, the sting is turned into pleasure when he sweeps his tongue over it, he bites down again, and I feel my hips buck underneath him.

I close my eyes panting as he pulls back, his green eyes on me.

"How.. " I start to say but he presses his finger to my lips as he leans down, biting onto my neck again, just below my ear, he begins sucking and a wave of tingles shoot through me as I keep a firm grip on his t-shirt. He was good, too good at this.

He pulls back when he knows he's made a tiny hickey, his voice breathless against my ear.

"Now when you see that hickey, you'll always know who did it." He whispers with a wink and I lean my head back, keeping my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath.

I was playing with fire and I didn't care if I lived or died getting burned.

I stare into his green eyes, studying his face, he has tiny freckles on the bridge of his nose, his cheek bones are high and defined, I watch as he clenches his jaw, while I look at him. I notice he has a tiny scar above his lip, I reach out and trace it with my finger.

"What's that from?" I ask in a hushed tone and he closes his eyes.

"Sixth grade, let's just say I wasn't the best at sports." He says with a light smile.

I laugh, tracing the scar, the skin feels rugged against my finger and he gently caresses my cheek when I pull away from the scar.

"God, you're so beautiful." He whispers, rubbing a circle over my cheek bone.

I hadn't heard those words in awhile, being called beautiful, Matt barely glanced my way anymore.

I grin, feeling my cheeks heat up again.

"And you're full of compliments." I tease, running my finger down his plaid shirt, stopping below his heart beat, I listen, as I feel a yawn coming on.

"I have to go soon." I whisper, yawning, as I lay back, he's beside me as he turns his head to look at me.

"I know." He says, and I catch a hint of sadness in his tone.

"But.. I'm so sleepy." I mumble, closing my eyes.

He grabs my arm and pulls me closer, stroking my hair against his fingers.

"Wake me up an a hour." I mumble, feeling his hands stroking my hair.

"I promise." He whispers, as he wraps his arms around me, I feel his warm chest against my head and I snuggle into it, feeling myself drifting from the world.

So Stelena is finally together, how do you feel about that? please review for me!

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