There are fewer things Stefan enjoys more than kissing Elena. Whether it's a light kiss in her hair or the deepest kiss imaginable, he feels like he could easily spend all day kissing her-well, with a few other things besides kissing her and certainly not remaining above her shoulders for very long. Still, kissing Elena reminds Stefan of why he fought so hard to stay alive, to keep his humanity.
He's still a little awkward with others, unsure of himself at times and overly confident other times, but he's getting better, he thinks. Elena seems to know when he's uncomfortable, appearing with a light smile and looping her arm around him, leaning into him and giving him a look. It's okay, you're all right, calm down. It's just high school, love.
She calms him, she excites him, and sometimes he thinks that it's not enough to tell her that he loves her, that "I love you" isn't enough for what he feels for her.
Elena's fingers curl around his wrist and Stefan absent-mindedly kisses her forehead; they're watching a documentary in her living room, should be taking notes for school but neither of them are really paying attention, really. Too much stuff has been going on, and having downtime felt so lovely and strange, they're both convinced Alaric assigned the documentary because, like them, he's been way too involved with crisis stuff and hasn't had time to come up with actual assignments.
Slowly, Elena moves her leg over his and she burrows her fingers underneath his shirt, and Stefan decides to forget about attempting to watch the screen and focuses on Elena. He plants his lips on her forehead and slowly begins to plan little kisses over her face, light, butterfly kisses. Elena turns her body towards his and looks at him, her eyes completely intoxicating, he could fall into them, drown in them forever. Her lips gently kiss his jaw and he pulls her into his lap, her legs wrapping easily around his waist, his hands cupping her ass. A giggle from her throat makes him smile and their lips meet, first in a quiet, soft kiss that's so gentle it almost frightens Stefan and then the kisses become deeper, filled with lust and hunger, Elena holding his face, making their lips press closer. With a smirk he shifts them, moving so he's lying on top of her and they're sinking into the couch, her hands tugging at his belt.
"Ahem."
John Gilbert, the ultimate buzz-kill and someone neither Stefan or Elena are too fond of. He glares at them, still deeply unhappy at the sight of his biological daughter with a vampire, let alone his biological daughter making out with a vampire. Stefan's hands are still on Elena's ass and he feels awkward, caught, but Elena merely glances at her uncle-father with disdain, looking more irritated at being interrupted than anything else.
Suddenly, her lips are on his again, another deep, loving kiss, her tongue snakes out and runs across Stefan's lips.
"Come on," she murmurs and pushes him up. "We can watch the movie on my laptop upstairs."
John's still glaring at them-if looks could kill, Stefan would have died at least a hundred times by now. Make that a hundred and one, he thinks as Elena grabs his ass while they're walking upstairs, her lips catching his back, his shoulders.
A gleeful little smile's on her face as she shuts her bedroom door. "I know I was kind of...childish, but I kind of enjoy freaking him out," she confesses as she loops her arms around Stefan's neck. Biting her lip, she whispers, "But you know what I really enjoy doing?"
Stefan holds her hips, tilts her forehead against hers.
"Being with you."
He kisses her, walking her back to the bed and gently pressing her against hit, his hands pulling off her shirt while she quickly works on his. They kiss all the while, their lips swollen and greedy, tongues playful, savoring every moment.
They never got around to watching the documentary.
