A/N: Hey all! Here's CH.12! Hope you guys like it. Just a quick note..it does get a little heated and hopefully not too smutty...so read at your own risk ;) Also, there is a flashback in this update and it's in italics!
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CHAPTER TWELVE-The Ties That Bind Us
Lillian's P.O.V.
I watch quietly as aunt Caroline places Scarlet's car seat on the ground of their living room, calling out to Klaus as she takes off her jacket and places it on a dining room chair.
Klaus comes out of the kitchen, turning the corner as he nearly bumps into her. He's got a beer in his hands and a smirk on his face when he comes up to me and ruffles the top of my dark brown curly hair, speaking in his soft British accent. "Growing more and more beautiful like your mother everyday! So, speaking of your parents. How's your mom and dad doing?" He asks, watching as I shrug my shoulders back, replying with a vague "Just fine."
I watch as he shifts his eyes away from me and then looks up at Caroline, giving her a quick grin as she nods her head and speaks with a sweet and high pitched tone. "Hey, sweetie. Will you be okay in the living room watching a TV show for a bit while your uncle Klaus and I have a quick chat?" She asks me as I nod at her and watch her pull him into their bedroom, disappearing out of my view. Part of me only catches the first few sentences of her starting to yell at him.
I can't really hear them. But, I'm pretty sure that it has something to do with the reason why Scarlett and I are here for the night and why mom had suggested that we go with aunt Caroline.
I hear the door close behind them as uncle Klaus lets out a loud laugh, walking over to the other side of the couch that I'm sitting on and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "You know, Lillian. I heard about the little stunt you pulled at your school..Listen, kid. You cannot be listening to your uncle Damon anymore." He says watching as I scrunch my nose up and rub my forehead with my hands.
"But, uncle Damon told me that if no one saw, I wouldn't get in trouble! How was I supposed to know that principal Lockwood was right around the corner, carrying his lunch back to his office." I point out, listening as Klaus laughs and then shakes his head.
"If you need advice with problems at school. You come to me..I've had my fair share of kicking so major butt. Just ask your aunt Caroline. How do you think I got such a beautiful woman!" He states, leaning back into the couch as he looks over at the TV and points to the white console under it.
"So, do you know anything about playing those go kart games on Wii?" He says with a wide grin as I nod my head, yes.
"Wonderful! Let's play while your aunt cooks us and your baby sister some dinner?" He says smirking over at Caroline who's holding Scarlett in her arms and stirring some soup that's in a small pot.
"Klaus!" She says his name in a sharp tone. I watch him get up from the couch and stop half way in his tracks to start up the Wii. "Yes, darling?" He says in an innocent tone, turning slightly towards her.
"Stop being a bad influence on our sweet niece, you're going to turn her into someone like you or worse...someone like Damon!" Caroline tells him. I watch him lock his eyes on her, quickly looking down at his feet and then back to his wife when he says "Well, love. Lillian already has such good influences around her like her mom and dad. So, I figured why not balance it out...She needs to learn to be a tough kid and an amazing woman like you and Elena." He tells her in a sweet tone as we both laugh and I turn around to see Caroline's cheeks blush a bit from his comment.
Elena's P.O.V.
I watch him, shifting in his seat, breathing deeply as he parks the car and places his hands onto the steering wheel. Stefan leans forward for a while, before he breaks the silence in the car. This sudden tension that's wedged it's way in between us is noticeable and I guess he can tell too when he brings up the past like it happened yesterday, a happier time between us.
"Do you remember our honeymoon?" He asks, his voice distant and his eyes seem even more far away from me than I've ever seen before as he looks straight ahead.
"Of course I do. How could I forget that! Stefan, we're not that old you know. I will never forget that night." I tell him, watching as he smirks, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he nods at my words.
"Yeah...That night was something. Wasn't it?" He says, still staring out at the closed garage door in front of us as he gets lost in his thoughts...I watch him exhale deeply and lick his lips in a devious way, almost as if he can picture it all in his head and before I know it, my own mind is wandering into the very night, into the night that we had acted like we didn't know each other and that left me craving for my husband...
"So, Miss...What's a beautiful girl like you doing all alone on an elevator...at this hour? It's past midnight." He asks, hands in his suit pockets, the gray fitted tailored jacket outlining his fit back as I lean against the wall in the bright and wooden paneled elevator, feeling as it slowly makes its way up to my floor and then he leans forward and presses the red stop button, locking his eyes on me with a dangerous smile.
"My husband. was sending me out to get some ice. But, I guess I got a little lost and forgot it." I tell him, watching him lick his lips and smile widely.
"You know, he's a stupid man for letting you go out alone..Especially, such a sexy and beautiful woman like yourself...in that dress too." He tells me, a laugh escaping past his lips. His green eyes are blazing as he looks me up and down, starting from my lean olive colored legs to my thighs, that are covered by the slit in my strapless red dress.
"So, what's your name sweetheart?" He asks, leaning forward and pushing himself off of the wall of the elevator, leaning towards me with a grin as I swallow hard, locking my brown eyes on him and responding in a quivering tone when I feel his soft hands on my legs, slowly grazing against my skin, his face inches away from mine when I speak. "You know, I would tell you my name..But, what would your wife think about that."
He laughs and then shakes his head, before responding. I inhale deeply, feeling his hand trailing up my legs more, pushing my body against the paneled wall of the elevator, the fabric of my dress is half way past my knees, riding up agonizingly with the movements of his hands. I smirk as he looks at me, biting his lower lip and giving me a pleased glance.
"Well, I bet she wouldn't mind much..I sent her out for ice in this hot red dress, a few hours ago and somehow she never returned..I'm guessing she must have gotten sick of me and changed her mind about me surprising her.." He tells me, leaning closer as I feel his hot and intoxicating breath on the curve of my neck that he's staring down at, leaning into me slowly and finally leaving teasing kisses on my flushed skin. I feel lost in my own world, thinking only about him as I lean forward, pushing his body against the other side of the small space as he groans out, running his hands through my hair and brings my face up to his, leaving an unhurried and heart stopping kiss against my already puffed up and raw lips.
He breaks away from me, his eyes filled with admiration as he watches me speak. "Surprising her, huh? What did you have in mind?" I ask him, watching as he places his hands to the side of my face, his finger tips against my skin when he smiles and says with a shrug of his shoulders. "Nothing special, just hot passionate, elevator sex."
I run my hands across his chest with a laugh as he stares at me, pushing my long brown hair to the side and kissing my collar bone. I feel him walk us backward and before I know it my hands are around his waist, he's unzipping the zipper to his pants as he smirks at me. His smile and look leave me filled with desire for him as the smile on his face grows and the glistening in his green darkened loving eyes draws me in.
"Yeah, too bad she's missing out." He responds, pushing me up against the wall with force as I moan out his name in a pleasurable tone, his green eyes burning with lust when he steps in front of me, taunting me as he slowly slips his hands underneath my dress and I can feel his cool touch against my stomach, against my waistline as he lowers my panties with both hands.
"It's...a..shame...she...really..is missing out." I stutter out of my throat. He watches me, swallowing hard and trying to gain my composure when I feel my underwear around my knees and then before I can say anything else, his arms around me again, his hands hoisting me up into his arms. I lean into him, wrapping my legs around his body and moaning into his ears when he pushes us back against the wall and sinks into me with a gradual pace.
My arms are around his neck, my mouth sucking on his earlobe as he grunts and groans, pushing himself into me further when I cry out and just when I feel like I'm about to fall apart in his arms, he silences my cries with his tongue battling for mine. His mouth on my lips, as he leaves a sloppy and heated kiss against them that has me gasping for air and wanting him even more in the moment.
Suddenly, I feel the elevator move again, as he holds me securely in his arms and then carefully places me down to my feet, a wide and prideful smile across his face when he says with a wink. "It's been a pleasure. Mrs. Salvatore."
He steps back, straightening himself and his suit out, zipping up his pants. And, I watch when he steps in front of me once more, pushing me against the paneled wood and leaving a searing kiss against my lips that makes my mouth water and all I'm left with his the taste of him in my mouth and the feeling of him against my body.
He watches me carefully for a minute with wide eyes when he sees me pull my underwear back up to my waist. We both hear as the elevator doors open and watch when it leads to the quiet and empty hallway of our hotel.
My eyes are filled with a hazy lust for him as he turns towards me , kissing my cheek when he leans against my face and speaks softly into my ear in a seductive tone. "Mrs. Salvatore, you should let your husband, Stefan know that he's doing something right...he's got a gorgeous wife..Thank you for your time, Elena..But, please don't forget the ice darling." Stefan tells me with a smirk. As I watch him turn on his heels with a grin and I'm left with a gapping need and want for my husband when he waves at me and the elevator doors close shut.
"The elevator...You looked so hot in that dress..We didn't really give a damn about anything back then, did we..?" He asks me with a smirk.
"No. We didn't and I wasn't the only one who looked hot." I comment softly. Watching as Stefan seems to shake off the memory when he opens the car door and steps outside. The cold air cutting through my thin jacket briefly as I watch him step in front of the car, smiling at me before he opens the passenger side and grabs my hand into his, pulling me out of the seat with his good hand.
I exhale deeply as I feel my body push against my husband, the smell of mint on his breath when he sighs a loud pause and locks his eyes on me as he speaks suddenly."I'm still an injured man. But, it was all in the name of love. So, I was thinking..Would you nurse me back to health..So, that I don't have to hurt so much tonight?"
I giggle at him, biting down on my fingernail as he grins and pushes me against the car door, hearing as my breath hitches in my throat and my mouth opens to speak. But, instead I feel Stefan's hand in my hair, his lips against mine and I feel like I can't think straight, like I'm falling into his trap. I can feel him moan into my mouth and his body pushing harder into me when I wrap my arms around him, kissing him back even more forcefully. But, our heated make out session is cut short when he steps away before leaving a kiss on my cheek, whispering against my flushed and heated skin a reminiscent reminder that sends my body and nerves into overdrive. "Just, don't forget the ice this time, darling"
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