Friday comes by faster then expected and I try to keep myself busy in multiple activities, but every time I am alone, I think of Stefan.
Jackson and Matt kiss me goodbye and I watch them leave out the door, I quickly grab a suitcase and pack everything I was going to need for this long weekend.
I leave my house suitcase in hand as I head to my car, I drive over to Stefan's loft, knocking on the door.
The first thing he does when he answers is pull me into a kiss, it's soft and gentle and sweet and I pull back, a smile on my face.
"Come in." He says, leading me inside.
I step inside and take off my coat to reveal my white dress, he looks down at it, then his green eyes gaze into my eyes, I feel my heart beat pick up inside my chest.
He looks nice too in his striped blue shirt and khaki shorts, he's barefoot and I notice he has rolling papers in his hands.
"Smoke with me?" He asks, smiling lightly.
I nod, and allow his hand to pull me onto the couch, I lean back against his strong body as I watch him roll the paper, he licks his lips in concentration, his arms bulging a little bit under his shirt.
God, he's so hot.
He hands me the joint and I take it from him, our fingers brushing and he still manages to send shivers up my spine.
"How was your week?" I whisper, curious to know what he did.
He leans in a tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, making my skin heat up where he touches.
I put the joint to my lips and grabs the lighter from the wooden table.
"Better,now." He answers truthfully as his hands comes up behind my waist, to pull me back against him.
I light up the joint and inhale leaning back against his, his thumbs running low circles against my hip bones, sending chills down my spine as I exhale.
I take deeper hit, and close my eyes, wanting to freeze the moment forever.
He said his week was better now that I'm here, I can't remember the last time someone talked to me like this.
I hand him the joint and lean back, watching him inhale, he coughs a little, and I put my hand on his chest, loving the feeling of his shirt against my finger tips.
"I love your shirt." I giggle and he chuckles low, his eyes scanning down my dress again.
We finish off the joint and move onto the next one, I wonder why I haven't kissed him yet? It feels so good against his body.
He runs his fingers through my hair, tilting my head up a little.
I hold my breath, trying not to laugh as he trails soft kisses down my jaw line.
It feels too damn good, like he's barley touching me, and I close my eyes, leaning my hand back more until he reaches my throat. He moves over until he finds the left of the throat, my collarbone as he nips at it lightly with his teeth.
"Don't stop." I whisper, breathless as his hands rub my stomach, gently, kneading it with his expert fingers.
He latches onto my weak spot, sucking hard as I lean back against his chest again, my hands squeezing his thigh lightly.
He groans low and I laugh low, feeling the room spinning slightly.
He stops sucking and notices how high I am, his hot breath against my ear.
"If you want me to stop, say something." He whispers, as he latches back onto my neck, his hands rubbing higher, so their resting below my ribcage, the thin material rubs against my bra as he rubs and I arch my back a little at this pressure.
He's so close to my bra but suddenly I feel something in brain go off, what if Matt was here right now? what if he was seeing all this, what if he knew?
I push Stefan off me, looking around.
He grunts but then his green eyes study me carefully, I feel them on the back of my head.
"Elena, are you okay?" He whispers, concerned as he touches my shoulder.
"What if Matt knows?" I ask, whipping around to face him.
"What if he's watching us right now?" I whisper, fear in my voice.
Stefan shakes his head, pulling me back into his arms, the warmth feels right.
"He's not, babe. He doesn't know, don't worry..you're being paranoid." He whispers against my ear.
Was I? weed barely made me paranoid.
"I am?" I ask confused.
Stefan nods against me, his laugh sends vibrations through out my entire body.
"Yes, we're fine, we're careful." he mumbles, nuzzling my neck.
"And we can stop if you want." He whispers again, pecking it lightly.
Suddenly, I feel my stomach growl, a smile on my face.
"I'm hungry." I sigh, playing with his fingers, their so thin, but beautiful, almost like he could play piano with them.
"Well let's see what I have in the fridge, then." He says, standing up and holding out his hand.
I take it, and he gets me up, his touch feather light against mine.
"Okay." I agree, smiling as we walk to his metal fridge in the corner of his kitchen.
He opens it and I stand behind him peeping over his shoulder.
"Let's see.. we got yogurt.. milk for cereal.." He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh wait, yogurt's out." He lifts it up and it's all moldy.
I giggle a little, covering my mouth with my hand.
He reminded me of me when I was in college, I didn't really keep my fridge up to date, and it drove my room mate's insane.
He raises an eyebrow at me and I shrug my shoulders.
"We could order take out." He grins at me, turning around so he's closer to me.
I stare up at him and nod, wrapping my arms around his strong neck.
"Take out sounds good." I say, smiling as I run my fingers down the back of his hair, gently.
He smiles briefly and closes his eyes, as I continue to do this.
"Kiss me." I whisper, wanting his lips on mine again, I didn't care if it was the last thing we did.
He leans down and presses his soft lips against mine, my stand on my toes a little to deepen the kiss, running my tongue along his bottom lip.
He hands slowly encase my waist, as he opens his mouth, my tongue explores his mouth, and he moans low in his throat, I press my body towards him again, needing to feel every inch on my skin.
We continue make out for a little bit, but I can tell it's almost not enough for him anymore, he wants more, and I'm not sure I can give it to him, I'm grateful for his patience though.
His hands slowly go done the curve of my spine, sending shiver down it, one hand cups my butt and suddenly I'm being lifted up on the counter, he doesn't break the kiss as I wrap my legs around his waist, he pulls me closer by my back until our I'm pressed against him, I feel the heat radiating off his body between my thighs.
Shivers run up my spine as he breaks the kiss, breathless.
I pant with him, pressing my hand against his shoulder.
"We didn't even order yet." He says, his hands coming up to my hair, playing with it.
I blush against his shoulder, trying to catch my breath.
"Go do it.." I whisper, pushing him back as I hop out the counter, he watches me and smiles, as he goes and leaves the room.
When he's gone, I turn around and run my fingers through my hair, my cheeks are on fire, I feel it. I can't contain this grin on my face, my body is tingling slightly from where he just touched.
How did I get myself into this mess?
I hop on the bar stool, crossing my legs.
He comes back moments later, his face as flushed as mine.
"Dinner is ordered." He says, slowly making his way back to me.
I smile softly at him, and put my hand out, he laughs as takes it, as I hop off the counter.
"What do you wanna do now?" He says against my ear, his hands against my waist again, making butterflies erupt in my stomach.
Suddenly we both jump when his phone rings again, he gives me a small smile as he grabs it, walking out of the room.
I sit back down on the bar stool, playing with the belt on my dress.
He comes back moments later a huge grin on his face.
"Alright, no more take out, we just got invited to dinner."
I start to protest but he raises his hand up.
"It's in a different town, but guess who it is?" He says, smiling.
I raise an eyebrow and try to think.
"Tom!" He exclaims, I can tell he's excited from his giant smile.
I smile along with him.
I hadn't seen Tom since we moved, but I didn't know Stefan and him was this close.
It felt good to know Stefan had a friend to vent to though, whatever he was keeping inside of him, it was going to destroy him, I could tell.
I felt sad for Stefan, he was young, he didn't need so much sorrow in his life.
"When's dinner?" I ask, grinning, as I hop off the bar stool.
"Thirty minutes and if you don't want to go, I understand-." He starts to say, but I cut him off with a finger to his lips, a smile on my face as I look into his green eyes.
"No, I want to." I confirm, and his face eases up a little bit from broody to a smile.
"Alright." He finally says, intertwining our fingers.
I smile up at him.
"I better go get ready if we only have thirty minutes." I trail off, as he plays with our fingers.
"Nah, you already look beautiful." He says, staring into my eyes and there's so much honesty in his expression, it makes my heart jump.
I stare up at him, his shirt is now wrinkled from our make out session, his hair is a mess too.
But suddenly, I didn't care about appearances, if we went to dinner like this, who could judge us? Stefan is slowly teaching me that appearance's don't matter, I thought he was nothing but a low down drug dealer when I first met him but he's slowly proving me wrong, he is a gentle soul, just someone who wants to be adored, and I do, I adore him, but I feel like he's holding so much back from me, and it makes me sad, I told him a little about my life, why couldn't he tell me about his?
(A/N: told you good things were yet to come, review and fav if you want, thank you for reading this story :) )