First of all: I am terribly sorry for being so lost updating. Truth is I was so busy and a little disappointed with the show (still am a bit) but mainly it was due to time reasons. I hope to finish this as soon as possible. Hope you can forgive me for that.

Stefan was in his room when Elena called saying she was coming over. He wondered why she would miss some classes but decided against asking. She sounded nervous with what was going on, and the recent way to get rid of Klaus involving her. Nervous was a permanent state of being. Damon and Caroline went to the Grill to talk to Matt and then they were going to see Bonnie. His brother was against going to Bonnie's but Caroline reminded him that it was Elena's life the one at risk and he reluctantly agreed. But I'll stay out of her sight, just in case, he had said. He wasn't afraid of the witch, but there was nothing wrong in no messing up with her more than necessary.

He closed his journal and stood up to put it in its place. Katherine was nowhere in sight, that was another problem. She said that she would come to the house to discuss the plan, but so far there has been no news about her. Not even another meeting at the Grill between her and Elena. At that moment he heard her car approaching the entrance and decided to go downstairs to meet her.

Elena opened the Salvatore's main door and found Stefan when he was reaching the bottom of the stairs. Suddenly, she had the sensation that it was a lifetime since the last time she saw him, and it was barely some hours ago. She rushed to hug him and Stefan was momentarily taken aback by the force and emotion of it. But he held her back just as close and tender, and with one hand he stroked her hair. She let out a deep breath and closed her eyes. He spoke without letting her go.

"Can I know to what do I owe this hug?"

"Nothing. I just missed you," she said while feeling his arms tightening around her. She enjoyed the hardness of his chest and the powerful clean scent of him.

"Well, I've missed you too." She lifted her head and for long seconds she looked up at him. His eyes were the same vivid shade of green she has always loved.

"I love you, Stefan."

"I know. I love you too."

This was starting to worry him. Not about her confession, they had told each other a million I love yous. It was the way, the look in her face, it seemed she was saying good-bye to him. Don't be paranoid. Nothing is going on. Elena did not let him wonder about anything anymore. She drew his face closer to hers and kissed him full in the lips, holding nothing back. And his lips melted with hers in deep, longing kisses.

"What is it, Elena?" He muttered when he came up for air.

She pressed a finger to his lips and took one of his hands to guide him upstairs to his room. He knew what she was doing, but wanted to know what else was going on. He stopped thinking again once Elena's tongue explored the insides of his mouth demanding a response that came in a way of hungry and passionate kisses. When they both came up for air Stefan could see her eyes dilated with need and her lips trembling. He stroked her face, her cheek, his thumb going along her chin, all the time looking into her eyes, as if she were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. And she was, undoubtedly. She could feel the desire too curling up inside her. Her body shook once he claimed her mouth again, his tongue asking for permission and she parted her lips to let him be. Elena let out an involuntary moan as she clutched to his face and neck.

They began to undress each other frantically and she pushed him backwards into the bed. This time it was her who claimed his lips lustfully. Stefan lifted her and placed her beneath him, and he began to cover her body with kisses: her neck, her collarbone, the road between her breasts, her flat belly while a soft cry of pleasure rose in her throat every time Stefan's lips contacted her skin. Every inch of it. It was a desperate sensation, animal, primitive. Then she saw the look in his eyes, a look that will make anyone go crazy but that made her fall for him even harder: her eyes became red before turning greener and dilated and she brought his face so she can look at him closer, for him to look at her closer. I love you, Stefan Salvatore, she whispered and his Love you, too, Elena Gilbert response still glaring at her made her smile.

In short time, kisses and caresses were not enough and they were making love, passionately, wildly, studying each other bodies, feeling, sensing, licking, tasting. At the end she was so tired and limp but complete and satisfied, with the feeling that the quivers had lasted the whole time: deeper than usual, longer than usual, so damn better than usual. Within a couple of minutes she started to feel Stefan's breath going back to a slow rhythm and she knew he would fall sleep anytime soon. She nuzzled up against him for some time until she was sure that he was completely asleep. She moved away slowly and got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. There she opened the shower and let herself slid down the wall. She held her knees and finally, trying to hide all sound, she wept.

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