There are lemons ahead. I didn't write this lemon, however, Angie did. Well, I wrote the dialogue…and Edwards thoughts. So I think I deserve all the props. So props to her! I only wish to be worthy of that. Anyway, once you reach the page break you are safe.
"Do we have to worry about this now?" She asked quietly. I didn't say anything. She smiled brightly and grabbed my arm, "I mean look at us, we're all happy and smiling and…this is us."
"No it's not. 'Us' is when we could be happy and smiling while being honest with each other. What are you doing here, with me? Why not with your fiancé at home?" I asked her a bit bitterly. She peeked up at me with her doe eyes, and with that I know I would do anything she asked.
"Damon and I aren't doing so well right now." This is exactly what I didn't want. Fuck it. I tossed back the rest of my beer and set it down on the island.
"Okay then. I guess our nights over. You can sleep on my bed and I can take the couch, if you want."
I stormed off to my room and grabbed a pillow and a blanket before walking out to the couch.
"Did I miss something?"
"I don't know, Elena, did you?"
"Why are you being an asshole to me right now?" I bit m lip and turned to her.
"This may seem completely cliché to you, and something you didn't expect coming from me, but I don't want to be that other guy. When I told you I loved you, I never wanted to be the other guy, just the only guy! So don't come barreling back to me when things are shaky with Damon," I told her angrily.
She huffed and grabbed the pillow from my hand before throwing the pillow at my head. "You're such a dick sometimes, you know that? If you would've just let me finish-" she said adamantly pushing on my chest.
"If I would've let you finish what?" I taunted as she continued to push on me, luckily for me not crying.
"If you would've let me finish I could've told you I made a mistake, Stefan! Just like you do, just like Caroline does, or Bonnie or Damon or whoever the fuck! I told you I wanted to marry Damon because I'm scared shitless of this hold you always seem to have over me and I probably always will be," I froze and she finally stopped hitting me and looked me square in the eye.
"I-"
"No, you got to talk. It's my turn now," I nodded carefully and she continued, "When you left me and my mom was sick I didn't have anyone. And you were there, but you weren't and Damon was. He was sweet and attentive and it was the polar opposite of how you were at the time. I was lonely, and he told me he had feelings for me but I told him no because of you. For you. When you came back for spring break," tears started to fill her eyes, "We were two different people and…two weeks isn't enough to fall back in love with someone; especially not after you feel for someone else. So I ended things so no one would get hurt. Then things with Bonnie worsened for Damon and you and I stopped talking and we just needed each other. And that void that was missing while you left finally filled up halfway."
She sniffled and I tentatively reached a hand up to stroke her shoulder. "Then you came and the void filled up completely and for once I felt happy, you know? Genuinely happy. But with that happiness came guilt for what I was doing to Damon, because I couldn't bail on him like Bonnie did; he would be crushed. So I stayed. But when you left again…I just couldn't do it anymore. Pretend like this was okay, like this was how our lives were supposed to be because it was supposed to be me and you, Stefan. It is supposed to be me and you against the world. And finally I realized that I didn't have to fall back in love with you because I just…I never stopped. I love you, Stefan."
For a few moments we stared at each other in this tense bubble. I didn't know how to feel, or how to act or even what to say about our past. I did know however, that right now the past doesn't matter because this is the present and my girl just said she loved me. And I can finally call her my girl.
So I tilted her head up and whispered, "What took you so long?" And then I kissed said girl.
I held her close to my body, so I could feel every crevice of her body, and she could definitely feel the reaction from mine. I asked her mouth for permission, and she smiled, letting my tongue explore her for the first time.
She tasted like beer and cake.
You know how I feel about beer and cake.
She hummed against me and smiled again. "Stop smiling when I'm trying to kiss you."
She laughs and pulls me tighter, "I'm happy. And you're funny."
"There something funny about the way I kiss, woman?"
"Not at all. Especially not there…mmm." Exactly. I kissed down her neck, sucking a bit behind her ear.
"Tonight," she murmured, "I want you tonight."
I backed up, "Are you sure? This isn't too soon for you?" I asked her. I was just hoping for some under the shirt action.
Beggars can't be choosers.
"Not too soon, more like too late," she said unbuttoning my shirt slowly.
"Who's fault is that," I said breathily. Because I'm still a smart-ass, even when sexually aroused. I pulled at her shirt and threw it somewhere.
She is such a minx.
No one wears a lace bra in my favorite color just because. She winked at me and I playfully tackled her to the couch.
"You were planning this!" I accused wrestling around. She tried to find her way out from under me but stopped realizing that I was a lot stronger.
"Okay, I give! I give! Now no more talking, Salvatore."
"Your wish, my command." Luckily she took the bra off for me, revealing her breasts to me which were just the perfect size. Her pert, pink nipples hardened when I pinched them, her moaning out loudly. And that went straight to my cock.
God help me.
I slipped off her panties, loving how I could smell how wet she was for me already. She squirmed in anticipation as I dragged a finger over her slick folds.
"Stefan. Quit fucking teasing me." I chuckled and slid a finger into her, making her whimper as she tried to get more friction. She moaned out, grinding against me and I teased her lightly.
"What do you want, Elena?" She growled at me and I added another, bending down to take her clit into my mouth.
"Oh! Stefan!" She moaned; and nothing is hotter than hearing her voice calling out my fucking name. Nothing. I continued my ministrations on her pussy, her legs eventually wrapping around my head, so all she had was my tongue deep inside of her.
I felt her tense up, tightening around me and grinding into my face. I moaned and hummed against her and she cried out loudly.
"Oh fuck!" she yelled as she came, riding out her orgasm. I smirked beneath her, giving her pussy a final kiss before she lay back down.
"I've been missing that tongue for so long." Oh the flattery. But I had a bigger problem right now in my pants, and I think she could see that. She smiled deviously and undid my pants anxiously.
"I forgot how much you loved this." She rolled her eyes at me as she yanked down my boxers and grabbed hold of my cock.
I hissed and leaned my head back, loving the pleasure of her mouth on me. She moved up and down slowly, humming around the tip and getting me nice and wet. I didn't dare look up though, because then I just fucking know I would lose it, and I didn't want to lose it now.
She continued on, adding her hand to rub the base of it, before taking me in deeper than before. And every time I felt myself touch the back of her throat, I could feel my release about to approach.
"Love, stop," I told her. She released me with a pop and raised her eyebrow at me. I smiled cutely and said, "I want to be in you when I cum."
I laid her down back on the couch, peppering her chest with kisses, "Condom?"
"Birth control and I've been tested, it's on you," she stammered out.
"I've been tested, but if-"
"Then just fuck me already, Stefan."
Dooly noted.
I entered her slowly, letting her adjust to me before she started to whimper again. I pushed in faster and fuck she was tight and warm and so unbelievably wet.
I moved faster, nearly shaking the couch. I put my hands on the arm of the couch and pushed myself deeper, hearing her cries grow louder and louder. She wrapped her arms around my neck and panted against my chest as I felt her tighten around me.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer, so I leaned down and stroked one of her cheeks, in a total contrast to what was happening.
"I love you," she whispered as she came, "So much…oh God…"
I smiled into her shoulder, leaving a kiss, "I love you too, Elena." I came with a groan, kissing her face as I rode out my orgasm.
We lay a few minutes before I pulled out and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Worth the wait?" I asked her, already knowing her answer. She nodded sleepily and reached for the blanket I brought out. I covered it in us both.
She laid her head against my chest and I smiled down at her tiny snores when I heard the tell-tales of her sleep. I kissed her on her forehead and felt beyond satisfied.
So maybe the tales of this alleged love story weren't solved yet. There was a lot to be said, a lot to be done but I had total faith that things would work out.
Nik was right. Love like that doesn't just die.
OoooO
"We can always make a joke out of it though, you know? Like, hey Elena, remember that time you almost married my brother?" She hit me and took another bite of her icecream.
We had managed to make it to my room and were now participating in A class cuddling.
I swear it wasn't my idea.
"That's not funny," she chided with a scowl. I scoffed and bit into her icecream for payback.
"I know, you're telling me!"
"One day, you're gonna regret making all those sarcastic smart-ass comments to me."
"Whatever you say, love."
"You always call me that," she said wistfully, snuggling into me further. I furrowed my eyebrows and traced her shoulder.
"Love?"
"Mhm."
"You don't like it? I picked it up from Nik I think."
"No, I do."
"Then, what?"
"Just making a friendly conversation, Stefan. No need to over exert yourself." She rolled out of bed and searched in my drawers. You've got to be kidding me.
She pulled out my Beatles shirt and threw it over my head.
"You're insane, woman."
She cleared her throat.
"You're insane, love."
"Much better. See, you caught on to what I wanted; we're like a well-oiled machine."
"You can't just take my shirts," I said trying to be strict, "Even though you look better in them than me."
"Yes I can, baby."
"No, that's like stealing a book from the library, giving someone an ultimatum on having to get it back, bringing it back, apologizing, and then stealing another one."
She laughed and leaned over, giving me a sloppy kiss, "Um, well it makes all the difference if it's my boyfriend's library."
"Aw, you want to put your book in my library." She stared at me. "How about I put my book in your library instead?"
"Much better."
"You know, I think Lexi still has an Nsync shirt around here somewhere."
"Ooh! I love me some Justin Timberlake!" She sang as she walked down to the kitchen.
"Not more than me though, right?" I yelled. No answer.
Ding dong
"I can get it!"
I walked out in my boxers to follow Elena to the door, but stopped for another bite of that delicious icecream.
I heard a screech and then a thud. "Elena!" A voice yelled happily. I finally pulled myself away from the addicting dessert and sluggishly walked to the doorway.
"What's all this racket?" I said in a false southern drawl. Caroline jumped up and down excitedly, nearly crushing my poor, poor, girlfriend in her arms.
"I can't believe you're here! No offense, but I totally did not want you to marry Damon," she admitted with a small smile. Elena just laughed at her and threw an arm around her waist.
"None taken," she affirmed.
"Oh and Stefan was such a mess while you were gone; we have to celebrate! Plus, it'll be the perfect time for you to meet with everyone when they aren't trying to be the wingman and woman of Stefan."
"Oh I don't need a wingman that's blasphemy!"
She ignored me, "Let's go for drinks. There's this quaint little place with these margaritas to die for. I'm so happy to have my best friend back!"
"Is there a point to this whole showing up unannounced thing? I was kinda hoping to spend my morning here with Elena, so…"
I walked up behind her, slipping my arms around her from behind. Caroline rolled her eyes and shook her head at me.
"I just stopped by to see how you were doing," she explained cutely, "I was on my way to work."
"Mhm."
"Well I was hoping my closest friend would take me out shopping while my car is in the shop."
I brought my fingers to the bridge of my nose and shut my eyes in annoyance. "Could you have not asked Lexi or, I don't know, your boyfriend?"
"I would, but Lexi is MIA and Nik left to work before I woke up, so I'm basically alone and clothe-less."
Oh sweet Caroline. "You aren't clothe-less," I gestured to her cast, "You went shopping 2 weeks ago. You are absolutely fine in that department. Now, do you need taxi money?"
"Stefan!"
"Caroline."
"Fine," she relented, "But don't ask me any favors either." She reached in her bag and pulled out an envelope and I darted toward it.
"I don't think you'll be needing this anymore but Nik thought that you needed another-"
My voice cracked as I grabbed the envelope, "Um yeah no I know what it is thank you bye Caroline thanks for stopping by!"
"Um."
Elena squinted her eyes in suspicion at me before facing Caroline. "What is it?" Fuck.
"Well, Stefan was in a funk, so Nik keeps setting him up with his exes. To make it all fancy and junk, he gives all sorts of information on the chick in an envelope which he gives to Stefan before the date. It's all very reality show."
"Good-bye, Caroline."
She giggled and waved before she left, closing the door behind her. I didn't look at Elena when I walked back to the kitchen and set the envelope on the countertop.
"Are you gonna read it, at least?" I heard her ask with some humor in her tone.
"You want me to?"
"Um, duh!"
"Well I'm not, and you shouldn't either."
"Please?" I looked at her and shrugged.
"Hell yes," she said excitedly. She reached for the envelope herself and ripped it open, taking a peek inside. I waited with a smug smile on my face, pouring myself some orange juice.
"Oh my god, Stefan!"
"I told you not to read it."
"This is supposed to be informative and funny not a description of the female vagina! What the fuck? 'She likes when you…Dear God!"
I barked out a laugh and shook my head as I walked back to my room, her following me.
"I can't believe you would even read this!" I didn't answer her, just sat on my bed. One scoop of vanilla icecream, one sip of orange juice. Ew gross; never again.
"Stefan! Listen to me! Ew, is that mustard and ketchup on the page? Who just eats a hotdog while writing about g-spots?"
I finally ripped the envelope from her hand and threw it on the floor. "Guy talk, honey."
Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she pecked me on my cheek, "Well, I can only hope you don't talk about me that way!"
"Never…" Ow.
"Don't say it in that patronizing tone of yours."
Now as you all can see, my Stefan and Elena in this story is a lot different than the one in the show or books. I specifically didn't want the sex scene to be to too much of a contrast from their relationship. But just like them, I added a little sweet something at the end to show what their relationship is truly based on which is an unwavering love.
So we have one more chapter of the present-ish, then we have one of the future and if I'm up for it one of the past. (:
