TVD – Takes place sometime before Originals entered the picture, on one of the days/nights not seen in any episode…I do not own TVD, only the story below which is inspired by the characters of TVD.

(A/N – Thx and pretty please more feedback. As always, here is some Stelena to help us through these tough times…Enjoy. The massage date is here! There's a good bit of M – annotated – you've been warned.)

School Days # 21

She awoke the next morning feeling luxuriously pampered and satisfied. She could have purred like a kitten, she felt so delicious. Slowly she opened her eyes only to see her lover on his side, resting his head on his hand. He was gazing at her expectantly, cockily pleased with his performance the night before. She could read it on his face. She knew exactly what he was thinking about, what he had done to her last night. It was shocking and delightful. She blushed and covered her faced with her hands and stifled a nervous giggle. He chuckled at her but didn't look away.

"What?" she implored, whining, mumbled really, from her guarded position. She wished he'd stop looking at her like a Cheshire cat.

"I just wanted to be sure madam was fully satisfied last night. This is a full service suite and we aim to please."

Still muffled behind her hands, she replied, "I didn't request that!"

"Oh, no? I beg to differ."

She peeked through her fingers, giggled at the sight of him, and closed her fingers once again.

"Alright, alright, I'm not looking."

She removed her hands and yes, there he was, still with the same big grin staring at her. This time his free hand was in the air, his fingers showing her the number four. Four times he had her blind with ecstasy, three just with his tongue and fingers. She quickly ducked under the sheet letting out of scoffing sigh of frustrated embarrassment. He just laughed lightly.

"Ok, ok, I'll stop, really." He lounged back onto his pillow. "Really, I'm looking at the ceiling."

Slowly she resurfaced, peeking out to check that he was looking upwards. She too focused on the ceiling. He raised his arm hoping she'd curl into the nook meant just for her. She did, slowly, nuzzling into and wrapping an arm around his chest. He kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer. "I'm sorry if I teased you too much."

"It's ok."

"Still love me?"

"I guess so…" she said begrudgingly

"What?! Four times!" he laughed out.

"Hey don't dish it if you can't take it…"

Stefan suddenly had her on her back, him on top. He changed almost immediately from his goofy grin and looked remarkably serious as he stared into her questioning eyes. "You know I would do just about anything for you, right?"

He could so easily take her breath away. His words, his eyes, his intensity, just knocked the wind out of her. She nodded and softly said, "Yes."

"I love you."

"I love you."

He kissed her then, happy that he'd successfully gotten her past her embarrassment and looking at him. He'd expected her shyness this morning. It took a change in tactic to elicit the change in mood he wanted. His first attempt, while humorous, didn't work. He wanted the day to be enjoyable and not one of sarcasm or latent awkwardness on her part. He kissed down her neck and ended up resting his cheek on her chest. He bore much of his weight on his forearms but still lazed against her.

Her hands were lightly in his hair, twirling and circling around his scalp. "Last night was amazing," she said with a sigh.

"Mm, good."

"I mean, really…crazy amazing…"

Without looking up, he held up four fingers again for her to see. She huffed a soft laugh at his playfulness and smacked his hand down lightly. "I hope you washed your hands..."

His laugh vibrated through her chest. "Yes, ma'am, and my face and brushed my teeth."

She rolled her eyes at the reason behind the comments and really wanted to change the subject. "Is it time to get up?" she asked unable to move enough to see the clock.

"Not quite, unless you'd like to eat something light before your run."

She moaned remembering her plan. "It's raining, isn't it?"

He laughed, "No…not looking forward to that run are you?"

"I never look forward to the running. I look forward to the stopping." They both laughed. "And leaner muscles, and less jiggle…"

"Mm, I like your jiggle," he teased and kissed her chest lightly. "Is that really a word, jiggle?"

"Yes," she laughed lightly still playing with his hair.

"Hhmm, jiggle…," he hummed sleepily.

"Going back to sleep, Mr. Salvatore?" she asked softly.

"Hmm…"

She knew her fingers in his hair were working some magic on him and she indulged him for a bit longer.

Twenty minutes later, he was startled to feel her trying to ease out from under him.

"Sorry," she whispered, "I'm going to go run. You can sleep."

"No, no, I've got to get going." He rolled away to free her completely and rubbed the sleep out of his face. She crossed to her dresser for some workout clothes and began to dress. He sat up still so relaxed. "I have to tell you, it's better than any massage, what you do to me."

She glanced back smiling. "You should see your hair."

"Don't care. So worth it." He stroked through the wildness that was his hair and got up to put on his clothes.

"I'm glad." Slipping on the matching top to her stretchy pants, she crossed to the bath to pee and brush her teeth. He was fully dressed and leaning at the door jamb before she could even rinse.

"So, I'll call you after your run and give you the details, ok?"

She pulled the door open as she finished brushing.

She nodded and quickly rinsed. "Tell me what I should wear. I mean, if we are going anywhere else, when you know."

"Uh, you aren't going to feel like going out afterwards, at least not right after." He let her pass back into her room as she slipped her long brown hair into a high pony.

"No? Ok. Probably better anyway. I need to study tomorrow, a lot." She dug for her running shoes in her closet, hidden under a couple layers since they hadn't been used in a while. Finding them, she flopped back on the bed to put them on.

"Did you hear Jenna come home?" she asked as she fussed with the long laces.

Stefan nodded yes. "It was around 1:30. She's still asleep. So is Jeremy." She smiled back at him wondering what that was like, being able to hear like that, although every once in a while she thought even she could hear her brother snore. She slipped an oversized sweatshirt overhead, stuck her phone in her pocket, and headed to her door.

Still being cautious, Elena opened the door to the hall. Seeing it was all clear, she gave Stefan the nod to speed downstairs and out the door. She followed him out after grabbing a small apple from the bowl on the counter and a headset from a drawer.

He was leaning against a pillar looking so sexy she had to smile. His hair was better but he definitely had Just-Had-Sex hair going on, lightly mussed and tousled. She bit into her apple and offered him a bite which he took. "Mm, good one…" he said slurping at the crisp and juicy bite.

"I know. I love the fall and the apples." She began to stretch between bites using the stairs for balance.

He watched her stretching. "Make sure you stretch afterwards too. It will help for later."

"Why, it is going to hurt?"

"Depends on how therapeutic or relaxing you want it. Don't worry about it. You'll just tell them if you don't like something. I just don't want you to be too sore."

"Yes, dear," she said batting her eyelashes at him. She was ready to go and walked him to his car. He slipped an arm around her as they walked and she fiddled with the music on her phone.

One last kiss, hug, and I love you goodbye and she could delay the run no further. She watched him pull away and mouthed the words "I love you" again and saw him smile broadly and give her a wink before he was gone.

The run was painful, but good. Painful in that her heels rubbed irritatingly in these shoes when her socks weren't thick enough, something she'd forgotten about this pair. At first, her lungs struggled and her throat felt constricted as she struggled for more air. She realized she was trying to run at a pace she'd been used to before but hadn't actually done in a while. So she slowed a bit before the halfway point and took deeper breaths. Finding her stride, a slower stride, wasn't good for her ego, but she knew she could work back up to her previous pace. Breathing easier, she enjoyed the rest of the run despite her heels chaffing a bit. She didn't think she'd blister. Returning home, she stretched diligently at the porch steps and headed in for a bottle of water and a shower.

A couple hours later, Elena waited for Stefan's arrival. He'd texted her the details earlier and she was actually on time for him. She was looking forward to this new spa experience. She was sitting with Jenna drinking coffee.

The quiche was quite the topic of conversation. The leftovers were gone between the three residents. Jenna wanted the recipe and figured if Stefan could do it, she could too. When Elena told her the pie crust was from scratch, Jenna started back-pedaling. "Well I could get one of those ready-to-bake crusts, right?" Elena laughed but agreed with her Aunt. It was safer for the two of them to find shortcuts.

Stefan arrived ringing the bell. Elena answered with a big smile and a "hey". He did the same and leaned in to kiss her lightly hello. Jenna strolled into view. "Your quiche was fabulous, Stefan. Feel free to cook for us anytime. Just make sure I'm home for it."

He smiled at her compliment and said, "Any time, Jenna." He turned back to Elena, "Ready?" She nodded looking excited for this new experience. They made their goodbyes and headed out.

Arriving at the spa, the atmosphere was serene. Sounds of trickling water and a soft Asian melody lilted in the air. Cool and light sage greens complemented soft tans. Living and lushly green bamboo contrasted richly stained bamboo furniture and floors. The aroma was rich and yet light, spicy but sweet. Elena immediately inhaled the essence of the spa, relaxing away any fears about getting naked in front of a stranger and letting that stranger touch her. Stefan checked them in and they were brought to a quiet waiting area, the spa lounge, with citrus water or tea offered to each of them.

They filled out their respective surveys supplying information to their masseurs about preferences, concerns, and more. Elena wasn't sure what they were looking for so Stefan guided her. "It's really more for people that have health issues which you don't, so they are aware in advance of injuries or sensitivities, or even allergies. If you're feeling sore from your run, you could tell them and they'll know what to work on."

"What are you going to tell them? You heal all on your own."

"True, but it still feels good. Especially my back…" He leaned into whisper more. "After a workout like last night…" he joked starting to raise his hand up to show her four fingers again and mouth the words "four times". Shocked, she quickly pressed his hand into his lap and held it there. "Oww, careful, I need them to work my on tired and sore fingers too."

"Stefan! Stop it!" she half laughed, half whispered urgently, looking around to see if anyone else was approaching. He just chuckled and turned back to filling out the form.

They heard a door open and close softly. A massage therapist approached them. "Stefan Salvatore?"

Elena looked up and saw her first as she came toward them. O M G, she was beautiful! Italian. Dark silky hair wound into a free style updo with loose tendrils here and there. Her figure was curvy and luscious. Her face, OMG, her face, she looked just like that actress, younger but just like her, they'd just seen in a movie with a name like her name, like Elena,…Malena! And she was calling for Stefan…her Stefan!

Stefan looked up just a second later. He'd heard his name called and a quiet but quick gasp from Elena. No one else would have picked up on it but he instantly knew why Elena reacted. "Yes, I'm Stefan."

"Hello, I'm Gabby," she said with a softened Italian accent, no doubt affected by living in the States. She offered her hand. "With a name like Salvatore, I should say it properly, Gabriella. But you can call me Gabby."

Stefan shook her hand briefly, immediately wondering if requesting a female massage therapist had been wise. "And you must be Elena." Gabby extended her hand to Elena. Elena managed a soft "hi" as she shook the beauty's hand.

Looking back at Stefan, Gabby took charge. She sat on the corner of the table in front of Stefan. "So, Stefan, you have ordered the 90 minute couples massage, correct? May I see this please?" She reached for Stefan's survey. "That means the two of you will be in the same room at the same time for that 90 minutes. But you will each have your own massage therapist. There are some stretches that we can perform with an extra pair of hands but otherwise, each therapist will be dedicated solely to one or the other of you. The entire time your therapist will ensure that you are appropriately covered with a sheet so you can feel comfortable completely disrobing but it is not required. Just be comfortable so you can relax and get the benefit of the massage. Ok?" She glanced at Stefan's sheet once more and handed it back to him. "Any questions?"

Elena was still absorbed in this beautiful woman about to take Stefan in to get naked…so no, no questions. She shook her head. Stefan didn't have any either. "Good, let's get you started." Gabby stood up. Stefan started to stand up and looked at Elena. He could tell she was not happy about this but wasn't going to say anything.

"Stefan, please follow me. Once second, Elena." Gabby walked Stefan to the entrance of the men's locker room. After a brief conversation, he looked back at Elena and smiled softly. She returned it which was a good sign. He couldn't help it if Gabby was beautiful. What he could have helped was not commenting about the actress being particularly sexy when they'd see that movie.

Gabby walked back to Elena and led her to the women's locker room. After a quick tour, Elena was given a robe and a locker and told to prepare for the massage and then wait in the women's private lounge. Gabby would be back for her in a bit. Elena changed into the robe. She had a momentary panic and almost left her thong on just in case but slipped it off at the last second. A couple other women, older than her mom would have been, strolled by looking dazed and relaxed but happy. If they hadn't been at the spa, she might have thought they were stoned. They must have just had a massage she guessed.

Just when she was starting to relax on the very comfortable chaise next to the stone and bamboo water feature, Gabby was back for Elena. They crossed through a darkened hallway, heady with aroma therapy of one sort or another, and into a very pretty room with two massage tables. Elena was the first to be escorted in. "I have to apologize," Gabby said. "The other therapist is finishing another customer that was running late today. She will be in shortly. We'll make sure it doesn't affect your allotted time though. May I see your questionnaire please?" She read it over briefly. "So you've never had a massage before?"

"No, not really. I'm kind of nervous."

"I understand. But there's no need to be. We are here to help your muscles, your body, your wellness be a priority for a while today. We all get busy, stressed, even injured, and massage will help heal you and focus you on the good energy in your life."

This was getting a little too Zen for Elena. She was already sold on getting the massage. She wanted to get to it so she could stop being nervous. She wanted Stefan to get in here.

"You're a runner?"

"Yes, well, used to be. I haven't been consistent lately. As a matter of fact, I did a run this morning for the first time in a few weeks."

"Ok, anything bothering you, from running or anything else?"

"I get sore here sometimes." Elena indicated her quads and hips. "And maybe my neck a little bit, although that just might be during exams."

Gabby nodded in understanding. "Anything else?"

"No."

"Ok, I know just what I'll work on for you."

"Oh, me? I thought you were working on Stefan."

"Oh, no, dear. I'm just getting the two of you settled in while we wait for Kim. I'm with you, Kim will have Stefan."

Elena tried not to but was visibly relieved for a moment. Then again, maybe Kim looked like a Kardashian. Gabby showed Elena where to put her robe and gave her a sheet to lie under. The bed was heated but if she was still cold, Gabby would address it. She asked Elena to start face up on the table with the bolster pillow under her knees. She would be back in a few moments with Stefan.

When Stefan entered with Gabby, Elena smiled over at him. He was led past her to his massage table and given similar direction as Elena, robe over here, face up, under the sheet, bolster pillow under the knees if he'd like. Gabby slid a shoji screen between the two tables for his privacy while getting under the sheet.

"That's not necessary," Stefan offered.

"It's policy," Gabby said. "Just for disrobing."

As soon as Gabby stepped out, Stefan was at Elena's side whispering to her. "Before you say anything just let me say I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"I saw the look on your face when you saw her…"

"It's ok Stefan. Besides, she is massaging me, not you."

"Oh, ok, good, well even better actually." He leaned down to kiss her sensually. "That'll be a nice visual for me…"

"Stefan!" she hissed. "You are incorrigible today!" He kissed her quickly. He must have heard someone coming for he was stripped and under the sheet a second later. Gabby walked in with the long-awaited-for Kim. She was a modest woman, pretty even, but completely different from Gabby. Elena felt even better again, although she felt a little mean thinking about the comparison. Kim helped Gabby remove the screen.

"I'm very happy to meet you both," Kim said quietly. "Please don't hesitate to ask if there is something you need, if you like more pressure or less, we will certainly oblige. You are welcome to speak to us, to each other, but for the rest of the session, Gabby and I will for the most part be silent."

Stefan shared a comment before they started. "Elena and I were just chatting. She would like a good piriformis stretch, some medium to deep work on her quads specifically adductors, her calves, and maybe some attention to her IT band after her run this morning.

Gabby and Kim shared a look. This handsome man knew something about the human body.

Elena had no idea what Stefan had just gotten her into but she went with it. "Oh, and Kim," she said, "Make sure you work on his neck and scalp at the end." Stefan shot Elena a look.

It took a couple of minutes for Elena to get the hang of really being relaxed. Just when she thought she was, Gabby would try to move a hand or an arm and find another muscle tensed that Elena didn't even realize was tense. Some hot towels laid across her helped as the heat penetrated deeper. Gabby quietly directed Elena to breath into a few movements and soon had Elena truly relaxing into the therapy. Elena finally noticed the background music and was losing herself in the sounds of waves lapping at a shore.

In fact, it didn't take long before Stefan was thinking facetiously, Oh, I guess it's not just me that can get her to moan like that…It was a bit less heated than her moans with Stefan, but it still made him think of last night. It was not good to be naked and thinking of last night while Kim worked him over. He wished he was already on his stomach just in case any flags started to rise as he listened to Elena softly moaning. He got his wish shortly thereafter.

Kim held the sheet so he could discreetly roll over and rest his face in the cradle. Once Kim started to work on Stefan's back, hips, and legs, she was going deeper than before, as he'd requested on his form. He too let out a few groans and moans. "How's the pressure," Kim asked softly, expecting he'd ask her to ease up. But he didn't. Good she thought, he's not a wimp and this is good for his muscular form. She appreciated this as a professional. She went a bit harder, happy to have a client enjoying her deep tissue skills.

Much too soon, the session was coming to an end. Stefan and Elena were both in heaven. Kim finished up transitioning to a light neck and scalp massage to ease Stefan down from the intensity of the deep tissue portion of the session. Stefan actually purred at one point. He was probably oblivious to it so lost was he in the feeling. Kim lightly whispered for him to stay where he was and relax. She was finished and going to help Gabby with one last stretch on Elena.

The shoji screen reappeared, not that either Stefan or Elena would have noticed. Stefan was seemingly near comatose, so relaxed that both arms hung off the table. Elena was more relaxed that she thought was even possible. Gabby whispered to her. "Now, Elena, we'd normally end here, but since I have Kim here, we are going to do a couple of stretches that you can do in a modified way at home. Elena just hummed her positive reply. She was on her back again with the sheet arranged strategically. The two therapists took turns adjusting Elena's legs into positions to stretch her hip flexors, extensors, and more, basically hitting the areas Stefan had mentioned. They knew a runner would benefit from these, but they also knew that it would benefit hers, and Stefan's, sex life. When they got to the last position, Elena let out a long "Aahh, that's so good," as she enjoyed the lengthening hamstring stretch that would close out her session.

Kim exited. Gabby spoke softly but for both of them. "Take your time. Don't sit up too quickly. You may be dizzy. When you are ready, there is citrus water for you both over here. Please drink at least one glass each. We'll be outside to escort you back to the locker rooms in about ten minutes. You are both welcome to use the saunas, hot tubs and showers located in the Men's and Women's private areas. When finished you may rejoin each other in the spa lounge where we met. Ok? Now, take your time."

As soon as she was gone, Stefan arose and slipped into his robe. In a flash, he was at Elena's side leaning over her and enjoying the serenity on her face. He brushed a hair off her face. "How do you feel?"

"Incredible. That was so good. Why have I never done that before?" she asked incredulously.

"Close your eyes."

"Why?" she asked softly.

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"I want you to stay like this. Peaceful, relaxed." She closed her eyes. "Just breathe." He tenderly, ever so lightly brushed his lips against hers, once, twice, and again… His hand snuck under her sheet and tickled her thigh. Before she could protest, he kissed her again, just a little more firmly. Like a whisper, his fingers danced almost directly over her nub. Ever so lightly at first, he circled her, round and round while gently kissing her. The moment he touched her lips with his tongue, his finger moved faster and applied more pressure. She gasped lightly, but was still so very relaxed. He deepened the kiss a bit more, then a bit more, each time upping the speed and pressure to her clit. In just two or three minutes, she was gone. The release was deliciously deep and soothing as it radiated through her incredibly relaxed body. She hummed lightly as he slowly eased her down. She opened her eyes to see him gazing upon her.

"I love you," she whispered. He smiled.

"Come on, I'll help you sit up. You will be lightheaded for sure." He removed the pillow from under her knees and slid his arm under her shoulders to pull her upright. Sitting safely on the edge of the table, Stefan brought her robe over and laid it to the side. He helped her get untangled from the sheet, stand up and put on the robe. "God, I want to take you right now."

"I wish you would. Is there a lock on the door," she giggled sleepily.

"I think it would be against policy."

"They'd never let us come back."

They both stepped to the table with the water glasses and drank their fill. A light tap on the door and Kim's voice asking if everything was ok prompted them to refill their glasses and walk to the door.

"All good. Just a bit of a sleepy head here," Stefan said.

"Me? What about you?" she teased, both of them knowing full well that the full ten minutes they were given to "take their time" had nothing to do with being sleepy.

Kim escorted them back to the entrances to their respective locker rooms. "Will you be staying to use the facilities?"

"We hadn't talked about that yet," Stefan answered.

"I'll leave you to decide then. There are towels and bath supplies for the shower should you choose to stay. Drink more water especially if you use the hot tubs or saunas. Only use them for ten to fifteen minutes or less since you've just had 90 minutes already on a hot table. We don't want you fainting." She turned to leave.

"Kim," Stefan spoke, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Both of you."

Finally alone, except for two women across the way in the spa lounge, Stefan and Elena eyed each other whispering. "So…? Do you want to stay here for a bit?" Elena asked.

"Do you?"

"Hot tub would be nice, if you were in it with me…"

He chuckled at her suggestion. "You can, if you want. Since we are here…"

She watched him intensely. Her eyes traveled downward to his lips then on to his chest peeking out of his robe. Part of each of them wanted to leave immediately so they could ravage each other, the other knew there was time and they should consider taking advantage of this luxurious spa.

"Since we are here,…" she said reluctantly.

"So it's decided then?"

She nodded, "But not too long."

"Meet out here in, say, an hour?"

She nodded.

"Ok," he said. He glanced across the way. The other spa guests were not watching. He licked his lips and trailed a finger across them, licking again. "I'll be thinking of you." He took those same fingers and trailed them along her lips. She could taste where those fingers had been such a short time ago. She closed her lips around the tips of two fingers and ran her tongue across them. His eyes darted back to the other guest making sure they weren't watching, then back to see her releasing his fingers. He licked his lips again.

"Well, alright then…" he said a little gruffly, trying to clear his thoughts. "One hour. Starting now." He leaned over to kiss her lightly, as any couple would, but secretly flicked his tongue across her lips, tasting her again.

They both turned to their respective doors and were gone. As much as she enjoyed the hot tub for a few minutes, she moved pretty quickly through her shower. She thought she'd surprise Stefan by being early. She emerged forty-five minutes later. She could be so much faster when she didn't have to redo her hair, and, when she was on a mission.

He was there, eyes closed, relaxing, waiting for her. He didn't even turn to look when she entered. He assumed it would not be Elena yet. She had to say his name. "Stefan." When he turned and saw that she too had tried to get done sooner, he beamed a huge smile at her. She nearly swooned. God he was beautiful. Any thoughts of wishing she'd beaten him to the spa lounge were completely banished.

They left with arms wrapped around each other as they walked. Stefan had already paid the bill, tipped the therapists, and asked about spa packages.

Once in the car, there was no question that they were heading to Stefan's bed. "Are you hungry or anything?"

"Yes," she purred at him and put her hand in his lap.

He glanced at her and smiled. "I meant for food."

"Oh, no, thank you." She started to pull her hand away, teasing him. He caught her and put it back, directly on his package. She smiled and gave a light squeeze and left her hand to gingerly toy with him.

"Hey what was all that you said about my muscles at the beginning?"

"Just a little direction that I thought would be nice for you."

"Come on," she gave him a gentle squeeze again. "How did you know what to say?"

"I may have been exposed to massage therapy school in a former life."

"Really? Why didn't you say anything?"

He shrugged and said, "Another lifetime away."

They didn't have far to go. Soon they arrived at the boarding house. The Camaro was not in sight. When they got inside the door, Stefan pulled her into his arms and kissed her, dipping her back in his arms, her arms slipping around his neck. Then he scooped her up bridal style. "I've wanted to do this since you were all warm and soft on that table. Just scoop you up and take you wherever I wanted."

"I'm yours for the taking." He whisked her up the stairs and gently laid her on the bed. He slipped out of his leather jacket.

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Slowly he removed her boots and her socks. He nipped at her arches and her toes. She giggled at the tickling kisses. He pulled her toward him and up to sitting. He removed her jacket then her sweater. He trailed his hands along her warm skin, down her arms, through her hair. She lied back onto the bed resting on her elbows as he slid his hands down to her hips and over to the top of her jeans. Quickly he released her from their snug fit, sliding them down her long lean legs. How she seemed so petite sometimes and yet had these long strong legs to wrap around him aroused him deeply.

Down to the delicate lace that hid her most private secrets, he noticed she wore a set he'd bought her. It was one of a dozen sets that he'd sent her after tearing her bronze cheeky panties which she'd bought as a surprise for him. This set was his favorite. Black lace, it was so complimentary to her light olive skin.

Like she could read his mind, she turned her body over for his viewing pleasure. She stretched out like a purring cat, or a centerfold, posing for him, arching here, hitching a leg there. She felt so relaxed and free, sexy. Looking back over her shoulder, she could see him admiring her back side hungrily. God he loved the view in these nearly cheek-less panties. Just like the now torn bronze pair, she looked as if she was wearing something two sizes too small. He inhaled deeply and stared harder because they were fantastic and meant look that way on her perfect curves.

He continued staring, absentmindedly licking his lips as he peeled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks. The belt was then gone, but not the jeans. They would restrain him a bit longer. She pushed up to all fours and crawled to him. Turning around, she knelt and sat back on her feet presenting her back to him. In a seductive move, she lifted her hair and eyed him over her shoulder, tipping her head and exposing the left side of her neck. She was his personal, pin-up girl, live and for the taking. His fingers glided over her back, across her shoulder blades, up to her shoulders. He pushed the left shoulder strap down trailing his fingers down her chest. His right hand reached for the hook of her bra, easily releasing her. She dropped her hair and his hands came around and slid down to cup her breasts while his mouth found the crook of her neck. She tossed the bra away.

Her left arm reached up to hold him, feel him, touch his cheek, fondle his hair, and keep him necking at her skin. His hands gently massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples more firmly now and then. It aroused her greatly, sending shivering electric current through her. She almost thought she could cum just from the way he tweaked her and the way those currents ran straight to her center.

She longed for more contact with his body. She leaned back, moving up to kneeling and he pulled her back against his bare chest still kissing at her neck and fondling her breasts. She leaned back on his body, subtly and softly gliding in small movements against him. Her little cries and sighs of pleasure building as her panting breaths picked up.

He switched to the right side of her neck and continued with his clit-like attention to her nips. She switched to her right arm encouraging him and pressing him mouth harder to her. Her response drove him on. He could sense how this working for her. He flicked at her more rhythmically now. He bit and kissed and licked a little harder at her tender flesh at the nape of her neck. She was so close. "Do it," he whispered between kisses and nips. She was panting, lightly moaning. "Show me," he growled at her, twisting and tweaking her harder than ever before. Her left hand flew to her panties, slipped inside and flicked her clit hard and fast. He matched her intensity at her breasts. In just seconds, she came, quaking and shaking against his body.

"Fuuuuuc…." she hissed between her mewls and cries. He held her tightly to his body, savoring every squirm and writhing spasm of her body pressed against his. His hands were gentle and soft upon her breasts now. No doubt they'd be tender after this, he thought.

He whispered softly. "Now that was amazing. I love that you just get more orgasmic every day. It's, it's so frickin' hot."

She laughed lightly, lolling her head against his shoulder. But then said more seriously, "It's all you, baby…because of you…"

"Mm, all this baby talk again…mmm…Well, let's see what else we can do to continue the trend." He picked her up and turned her around so she was standing and facing him. He supported her weight until he knew for sure she had her legs truly under her again. Her hands slid immediately to the bulge in his jeans. She stroked him slowly but firmly over his jeans and leaned in to kiss his chest. As her tongue swirled against his rock hard pecs, Stefan was having trouble with waiting any longer for direct contact. He undid his jeans, freed himself and brought her hands over his now bare member.

She smiled up at him sexily. "Checking in, you OK?" He nodded yes, despite his eyes having trouble focusing. She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth; just the tip at first, while her hands stabilized him at the base of his hardness. She swirled her tongue around the head then dipped her tongue tip into and across the hole, then back around the edge, all the while sucking lightly. Then instead of her hands joining in, she took a deep breath and simply, slowly slid her mouth down his length nearly taking it all. He gasped, and looked down shocked at how deep in her mouth he was buried. He could feel the resistance keeping her from being able to take more. He held as still as he could for her. She adjusted and took him just a little further. He gasped again, eyes closing as his head tipped back involuntarily. "Sssssshhhit, baby, uh…"

She began to move for him and a hand gently cupped his balls. Adding some fingers around his shaft helped it feel like she was still taking him as deep and she almost was. "Need you, 'Lena,…" She kept going. "Please, uuhhh." She wouldn't stop. She pulled her cheeks in around him as she increased the pressure, the friction, up and down his length, so deep. "Fuck,…'Lena,…need,.. to, I'm gonna,….aaaahhhhhhhh." He came. Dear lord, he came. His ass clenched tightly as he tried desperately to not force himself further in.

She worked him through the pleasure, eased him from her slowly and gently, and then released her hand to trail fingers along his thighs. She kissed his thighs sweetly as her fingers tickled his skin. She pushed his clothes further down so he could finally step out of them. He reached for her hands and pulled her up to him. "What was that for?" He looked at her in wonder laced with worry.

"You." She trailed fingers gently along this chest, tickling lightly at his skin. She couldn't stop touching him. "Cuz' I love you."

"Mm, I love you, baby, but…" He held her hands still on his chest. His skin was still on fire and every touch was distracting.

"Didn't you like it?"

"Oh, god Elena,…yes,…"

"After all you do for me, to me, after last night, why can't I please you?" she asked quietly.

He was silent for a bit. His fingers touched lightly at her mouth, her lips, circling and tickling. "Your mouth…" was all he barely whispered. She smiled softly somehow understanding he felt like it was harming her, perhaps disrespectful of her mouth.

"And your mouth,…last night…" she countered.

He looked longingly at her trying to explain. He continued softly trailing fingers along her cheeks and back to her mouth, her sweet lips, oh so delicate. "I'd rather finish inside you." At her raised eyebrow, he added, "You know what I mean." He looked sort of sad. He continued to lightly graze her mouth with the sweetest of touches. He leaned in to add his lips, brushing them to hers, delicately loving her mouth. The kisses intensified. "This…" More kisses, deeper still. "I want this…" His hand was in her hair holding her to him, pressing her into his kiss.

Her arms encircled his neck and pulled him tighter to her. His other arm picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him. He wanted inside, truly inside her. They were on the bed quickly. He slipped her panties off easily. He was already hard again for her. She was still ready for him. He entered her slowly, easing in, letting her adjust. He seemed even larger and she seemed tighter. He kissed her more, his tongue toying with hers and eased further into her warmth with both mouth and member. They began to rock into each other slow and deep, savoring each other. Long, lingering stares were accented by panting breaths, hisses and moans. "I love you," he said over and over between kisses. "So much…"

Her eyes rolled back overcome with the intensity and then back to view his emotive expression. She could not speak. A tear escaped her eye. He kissed her again completely possessing her with his kiss. "Stefan…" she sighed. "Oh, Stefan…" He increased their pace. Her hips tipped just right. Her hands found the dimples of his ass. She pulled and scratched at him. He reached around and hooked her left leg up in front of his chest. He penetrated her even deeper. He pumped faster as she mewled at the depth. He swallowed her moans with another deep kiss. Her hand slid between them to her clit. He smiled lightly, eyes lidded. She flicked herself just so, his body pressing her hand tighter to her. She came long and sweet, radiating in waves like the ocean. He picked up the pace one last time and followed her to heaven.

He collapsed, releasing her leg, completely spent. Her arms encircled him, pressing him to her, not wanting him to move away. "I love you, Stefan. Love you." She kissed his cheek, his face still buried in the pillow he'd fallen into. She petted and soothed him, hands sliding along his skin, up and down his back, his shoulders, softly through his hair. "You ok, baby?" she barely whispered in case he was asleep. He moaned lightly in answer. She smiled, happy. Gradually he rallied and eased into resting on his elbows, taking some of his weight off her. He looked into her face and smiled softly.

"I like it."

"What?" she asked.

"When you call me baby. It's growing on me. Sexy."

She smiled softly and brushed through a stray spike if his hair. He leaned down and kissed her lightly.

"So, you want to talk about it?" she asked. "About before? I don't think we finished that conversation, at least not verbally," she teased.

He licked his lips and studied her as he was thinking. "I never want to just have sex with you."

"I didn't think that's what we were doing," she said, but not defensively.

"It's just, I know it's stupid, but it's…I don't need porn star sex." She blushed a bit at his words. "Don't get me wrong, it was great. I just love you so much. I don't want to see you as anything less than the love of my life."

Her brows furrowed. "And me doing that…?"

"I know, I know, it's a double standard."

"You sort of want to keep me on a pedestal…" she smiled.

"Yes, guilty as charged. It's that thing, you know, you're the girl you marry, not the girl you, well, you know…"

"Ok. I think I get it." She pondered that for a while. "I do like pleasing you, that way. I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to…"

"And you are scary good at it too, please don't misunderstand, it's not that."

"You aren't saying not at all, right? Just…maybe less…"

"Well, if you insist…" he said with a mock roll to his eyes. They shared a chuckle.

"Stefan, I love you. I love making love with you. I also enjoy having sex with you. But I don't separate the two. In my mind, it's more like a difference in mood, serious versus playful, tender versus rougher. But it's all about loving you."

"Could you be more a girl right now…?"

She laughed. "Stop it. I'm being serious. Think about where your tongue was last night. Is that me being on a pedestal, I think not."

"Elena," he sighed. He wasn't exasperated with her, just wanted to end this conversation. "Don't over think it. I just don't want a Deep Throat video with you. OK, please?"

"Fine."

"You're mad," he said, but it was a question.

"No, no, I'm fine, really."

They were quiet for a moment, just looking at each other.

"The leg thing…I get why you asked for that stretch now…" she smiled at him.

"We probably should stretch the other side too…You don't want to be walking funny tomorrow," he teased and wriggled brows at her.

"Ha!" she mocked. "Maybe after dinner…"

"Dinner, ha, who needs dinner?" he mocked in return and dove into tickle her neck with nibbles and growls. Getting her smiling and laughing was his favorite after all, well, one of them anyway.

Wait, did he say, "the girl you marry"…?