It was about 8 in the evening when Elena came to the Salvatore mansion and dragged Stefan outside. It was the middle of April, and evenings were usually as warm as the afternoons were. Elena came hopping into his room in a short summer dress that barely reached her knees, with a big, white bag that was lingering from her shoulder and from which a thick, black blanket was sticking out. She wanted to take advantage of such a beautiful night, so she dragged him out into the woods, where she had spread out the blanket on the ground when they have reached the clearing. The whole time they were going through the woods, he kept asking her if she's cold because of the mild wind that was blowing, trying to put his jacket around her shoulders, but she kept laughing and saying that she's fine.

She laid on the blanket, stretched out her hand up in the air, and when he grabbed her hand, she pulled him down to lay beside her. He had to laugh at how much strength she had in her little body, and he had to laugh at how happy she was today. He laid down beside her, stretched out his hand for her to put her head on it. When she did, he grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her closer to him. She smiled, put one of her hands on his chest and made her head comfortable on his arm, while she snuggled next to his body. She was laying on the blanket in nothing but her summer dress while mild wind was making itself comfortable on her bare skin, and Stefan was worried she will catch a cold.

„Are you sure you're not cold?" – he asked gently.

She exhaled. „No, I'm good" – she smiled while pressing her body next to his. The truth is, she was a little bit cold, but she would much rather be warmed with the feeling of his body pressing next to hers than by his jacket around her shoulders.

By the time they reached the clearing in the woods and laid on the blanket, night fell down. It was dark in the woods, but Elena knew she's safe with Stefan. She knew that with him, nothing can hurt her. And the only thing she could hear was an owl on the nearby tree. And the only thing he could hear was her slow breathing. No, he could hear many things in the dark of a night, but he decided to concentrate on her breathing only.

„Can you name all the stars?" – she asked him.

„I think so" – he replied confidently.

She laughed out loud. Of course he can. Sometimes it seemed to her that Stefan knows everything. Every question she asked, he had an answer to it. Although Bonnie told her that Damon said no matter how much knowledge Stefan has, no matter how many books he reads, the thing he'll always be doing the best is loving another person with his whole heart and soul.

„When me and Jeremy were younger.." – Elena started talking, which made Stefan turn his head around and look at her. „We would build a fort in our back yard, lay in it and look at the stars through the thin sheet above us. Sometimes I'd stare at the sky for so long that I'd still be able to see the starts after I closed my eyes. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" – Elena said as she exhaled and closed her eyes.

„Yes, it is" – he said as his eyes locked on her face. He stared at her, trying to remember every line of her face. He loved how her cheeks were always so red, and he loved her little perky nose. He couldn't decide did she look more beautiful with her eyes open, or with her eyes closed, when her beautiful eyes weren't stealing all the attention from her beautiful face. His look fell on her lips as he watched them open a little every few seconds so she could exhale.

When she felt his eyes on her, she opened her eyes, turned her head to face him and laughed out loud. „That was so cheesy" – she said through laughter.

He frowned and lowered his look, and she had to laugh at the fact how easily people can bring him down. She wondered was that the case with all people, or only with the ones he cares about? Or was he like that only with her?

She sat up and climbed on the top of him. She laid her body on his, crossed her arms on his chest and lowered her head on them. „But I like it" – she smiled at him.

He had put his hands on her back and mirrored her smile. While she was studying his face, a drop of water fell on his nose. He pulled his hand from her back to wipe the drop from his nose, but she stopped him. She saw a confused look on his face, so she smiled at him before bringing her head closer to his and sucking the drop from his nose with her lips.

„I think it's starting to rain" – she said after removing her lips from his nose. He laughed out loud.

And before they knew it, rain was pouring down on them. They both got up in a hurry, while Stefan took his jacket of and covered her head with it.

Elena looked up and smiled. „My savior" – she smiled, got up on her toes and kissed his lips. „But tonight, I'd like to get wet" – a grin appeared on her face, she bent down to pick her blanket, put it in the bag and started running across the woods.

„Elena!" – Stefan yelled after her, not amused with her behavior. When she heard him yelling her name, she turned around and gestured him to follow her. He knew he has no other choice, so he smirked and started running after her.

After few minutes of running she stopped and yelled after him. He turned around to see what's stopping her from moving, when he saw her smirking. She ran into him, jumped and intertwined her legs around his waist and kissed him passionately. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he had put his hands on her hips. Cold rain was running down their faces and wind wasn't mild anymore, it was freezing cold. But for the first time Stefan didn't care will she catch a cold or not, not when she was kissing him like that. She detached her lips from his and hopped back on the ground. She smiled at him, bit her lower lip and started running, leaving him completely and utterly stunned. It took him few seconds to start running after her.

They were running all the way through woods to the Salvatore mansion. By the time they arrived in Stefan's room, they were both soaking wet. Elena's dress somehow shrinked on her body, and he hair was glued to her face and back. Stefan's hair was flat, something Elena never saw before. She sat on his bed, leaving traces of water wherever she went. When she started rubbing her arms with her hands, Stefan had noticed she is shivering.

„I'm going to get you some towels so you can dry of, and then you can change in one of my shirts" – he said as he started walking towards the bedroom door.

„Don't leave me" – she said silently. She was tired of playing this game with him, begging him not to leave her when she very well knew he has no intention to. But it was nice hearing it over and over and over again, him promising he won't leave her. She needed to know that, that he's not going anywhere.

„I'm never going to leave you" – he said as he turned around to look at her.

„Why?" – she asked, almost taunting him.

He lowered his head, walked to the bed and sat next to her. He reached for her hand and started rubbing it with both of his. „Because you don't leave the people you love" – he said with his head lowered down.

There was a silence in the room. Stefan couldn't raise his head up to meet her eyes, and somehow she couldn't find the right words to respond to his statement.

„You love me?" – she asked silently. Her voice was jumping up and down out of fear what his answer might be. She was afraid he will take it back, she was afraid that one moment he loved her, and that now he doesn't anymore.

After few seconds of silence he raised his head up and when his eyes caught hers he responded, „Yes."

It was short and simple, but it was everything she needed. It was a confirmation. He went from someone who's touch on her skin was nothing more but lustful, to someone who touched her so gently that she thought she's going to melt under his touch. And in that moment she couldn't believe someone actually fell in love with her. She couldn't believe she made someone as Stefan fall in love with her. Someone who could have any girl in this world chose to love her.

Her eyes went mellow after hearing his response. She raised her hand and put her wet fingers on his already wet cheek, came closer and locked her lips with his. He thought she's going to back down, but she didn't. She kept kissing him, and after some time he could feel her hand going under his shirt. She had put her hand on his stomach and started raising it up until she raised his chest. She detached her lips from his and bit her lower lip.

„Then show it to me" – she said while keeping her eyes on his, and sctratching his chest with her fingernails.

When she saw a confused look on his face, she pulled her hand under his shirt and put both of her hands on her back. The only thing he could hear was her dress unzipping and falling from her chest. Enough for him to know it's unzipped, but not enough for him to see anything. She kept biting her lower lip while looking into his eyes, waiting for him to make the next move.

He was stunned. He didn't know what to say or what his next move should be. His mind was telling him this was a mistake, but his heart was practically pushing him to her. He knew he could never have her like that. He thought he could never have her like that. He made peace with that a long time ago, and somehow holding her in his arms and kissing her lips became enough for him. Because she was innocent in every way a person can be innocent, and someone like him shouldn't take that away from her. But in the same time, he wanted her. He wanted her so badly. And it wasn't about sex, it was about sharing that moment with her. It was about being with her and having her. And now when she was ready to surrender herself to him, he was afraid of it. He was afraid of being with her.

„Are you sure?" – words escaped his lips. She nodded before smiling at him. „Why" – he asked.

She tilted her head and started blushing. „Because I love you too" – words slipped her lips, and after saying them, she felt relieved. She felt like telling him that for a long time, but she never found a right moment. And this moment wasn't right, it was perfect.

After hearing those words he cupped her face with boths of his hands, leaned down and kissed her forehead. Her head fell on his shoulder. He had put his hand on her arm, and in that moment he couldn't believe how cold she was. He started rubbing her arm with his hand, which made her cling to him. They stayed in that position for few minutes, while Stefan was still unsure what should he do. And somehow, she felt that. She felt his insecurity like she could read his mind, and she didn't understand why. She didn't understand why he didn't want to be with her if he loves her. Why didn't he want to take her, right there, right now, when she asked him to. In that moment it had hit her, she didn't feel an obligation to be with him anymore. She wasn't afraid he will leave her if she doesn't sleep with him soon. She found herself wanting to be with him, needing him to call her his. And no one made her feel like that before. She heard stories from her friends, some were beautiful, and some were little less beautiful, but she never felt like that for a guy before. No one made her skin burn in a way Stefan did. „Please, make love to me" – she finally whispered in his ear.

And after hearing her whisper in his ear, every doubt he had was gone. He loves her, and she loves him. They are in love. And when Stefan realized he's in love with Elena, he realized that before he didn't even know what love is. She was right when she told him in a moment of anger that he doesn't know how to love, because until he met her, he didn't know how to love properly. She wasn't asking him to have sex with her, she was asking him to make love to her. And in that departament, he was as much of a virgin as she was.

She lifted her head up from his shoulder and stood up. As she stood up, her dress fell down from her body and she was left standing in front of him in nothing but her panties and a bra. She pushed the dress away with her feet and stratched her hands out. When he grabbed her hands, she pulled him up.

He was standing in front of her, watching her perfectly tanned body in her black, lacy underwear, while she was trying to get his shirt of. When he snapped back to reality, he lifted his hands up so she could pull his shirt away from his body. He removed one strap of her bra and started kissing her shoulder. He was planting kisses all over it, then he started kissing her neck, until he reached her other shoulder. He removed the other strap of her bra too so he could freely kiss her other shoulder. She was bending her body next to his, and the bare skin of her stomach was touching his. She lowered her hands down and unbottened his pants, which fell down his legs on the floor. He did the same thing with his pants as she did with her dress. She lowered her head and kissed his chest.

„I want to see you" – she said while she was trying to catch her breath.

He stopped kissing her shoulders and lifted his head up. She catched a confused look on his face. She wanted to see him?

„I want to see the face you never showed me before" – she said while biting her lip.

And he knew what she's asking him to do. She wanted to see him turn in front of her.

„Why?" – he asked confused.

„Because.." – she lowered her head down and kissed his chest. „I want to love every part of you" – she whispered before planting another kiss on his chest. „Even the parts you're ashamed of" – she had put her hands around his waist. „Even the parts you hate about yourself" – she pulled herself closer to him. „I want to love those parts" – she stepped on her toes and gently bit his lower lip.

No, before Elena he didn't know what love is, he was sure of that. He didn't know love includes acceptance, and respect. He knew how to give that love, but he never knew he deserves that love in return.

And when she fell back on her feet again, she looked into his face. His eyes were dark, but there was a little bit of red around his pupils. It made him look mysterious, and dangerous.. and beautiful. There were black veins stretching out from his eyes, tingling on his skin. And she could see he's ashamed of the face he's wearing, and that he is uncomfortable with wearing that face in front of her. But she didn't want him to be, because she loved every side of him, and she wanted to let him know that. She had put her hands on his face, absorbing everything she had seen and kissed his lips. She kissed him gently, and she kissed him slowly. And when she pulled back, he knew he can remove the face he was wearing, because now she kissed both sides of him, and she didn't ran away. Because he's her Stefan, no matter which face he wears.

He had put his arms around her and they fell on the bed, intertwined. She could remember him unhooking her bra, and kissing her neck. She could remember her scratching his back and clinging on to him as her panties fell of her thigh. She could remember being scared and she could remember her heart pounding wildly. She could remember him fulling his fingers through her hair, and removing her hair from her face, and she remembered how every gentle gesture he made reminded her she's safe with him.

And it was everything they told her it's going to be. She didn't know how should she bend her body or which position she should take. She didn't know in which situation she can kiss him, and she didn't know is she allowed to be loud when pleasure takes over her. She will remember it being uncomfortable, like they told her it's going to be.

But no one ever told her how happy it's going to make her. No one ever told her how gentle he's going to be, or how the tingling sensation between their bodies is almost more powerful than the act of sex. No one ever told her how good will his skin feel while pressing next to her, and no one ever told her how complete she's going to feel. Belonging to someone sounded downgrading, but in that moment all she wanted to do is to belong to him. To call herself his and to let him do this to her every waking moment they spent together.

And no one ever told her how amazing the moment after is going to bed. When he pulled her naked body closer to him and made them melt into one. In that moment she felt like they're sharing one body, one heart, one soul and one mind, because she knew exactly how he feels, and she was sure he knows how she feels too.

No one told her how beautiful she's going to feel while laying under the sheets with her body pressing next to his, with her head on his chest and with his lips on the top of her head.

I wanted to write this for a long time, so I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. But sure to make me know what you think in the reviews!