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 – As always, here is some Stelena to help us through these tough times…Enjoy! M section starts at the MMMMM's until the end. Thanks for reading and the reviews – I'd love more reviews…pretty please…I could use some fresh ideas too, always open to suggestions. I've mostly been in a smutty mood. But I think I have a date idea to write outside of the bedroom…not that it won't lead back there… ;-))

School Days # 25

Elena was completely focused for the rest of their study day. Stefan had definitely scratched her itch.

Stefan on the other hand was a little bit distracted. He had her scent all over him, from grinding against her when he was still clothed, from where his hands and face had been, from the images that remained in his mind of her fantasy as he sat at the table his dream-self cleared quite dramatically. He'd love to have her on the table any time. He could make a meal of her, a feast. He found himself nearly drooling for her as these thoughts and images kept him from thinking about the originating structure of the US government and how the Civil War influenced changes both politically and economically up to World War I.

Elena caught him staring at her hands, or at her pen, as she brought her pen to her mouth and bit it between her teeth. She smiled with the pen still between her teeth. "What?" she asked. He just smiled and shook his head and shrugged in answer, saying nothing. Looking just past Stefan to the windows, she noticed how dusk had come seemingly early. "It's getting dark already. Wanna stretch your legs for a bit?"

"Sure."

They stepped out the front door, he in his jacket, she slipping into hers. She took his proffered hand and down the porch steps they went. The sky on one side looked almost dark as night while the other had just a tinge of dusk in the edges but a bit of sunlight left. Another minute and there might be some really great orange or pink in the sky, the last hurrah for the sun that day. They headed toward it.

They walked without speaking, just enjoying each other's company, their hands swinging playfully as they moved. Suddenly there it was, the prettiest orange and purple in the sky, they slowed to a stop to enjoy it since they were approaching trees that would have blocked their view. "Wow," she said softly. He thought the same thing but he was watching her more than the fading sunset. The warm glow reflected in her dark eyes sparking them with a fiery glimmer. She looked beautiful, radiant.

It only lasted a few more seconds and the sky was a dusky blue-grey, heading on to night. She turned to see him looking at her and she smiled. He pulled her into his one-armed embrace and rested his forehead on hers before kissing her sweetly. He never let her hand go and squeezed her hand as they kissed. His other hand then trailed her cheek. Pulling out of the kiss, he gave a nod to keep walking and softly said, "Come on."

They walked maybe another half mile before coming back around to the other side of the Gilbert home. "You are awfully quiet." She paused. "More than usual," she added when he'd glanced at her.

"Do you have much studying left?" he asked.

"Yes, well not a lot, just one more section I need to review for sure. You?"

"Nah, I'm good."

Crossing the porch, Elena led them to the door. Stefan again pulled her back to him for a kiss. She giggled stumbling back into his arms. He kissed her longingly, taking her breath away. Pulling out suddenly, he left her gasping, dizzy, and smiling. "What was that for?" she asked looking up at his beautiful face.

"Jeremy's downstairs playing Xbox. And I don't know where you or I will be later tonight…so I was taking preemptive measures."

"Hhmm." She slid her free hand around his waist and into his back pocket as he continued to squeeze and run his thumb over the back of her other hand in his. "So do you want to stay over or go home?" she asked sweetly.

"I think that's your decision, Miss Gilbert."

"You know I sleep better with you than without."

"Who says we'd sleep?" he teased.

"Last day of mid-terms tomorrow says we sleep…at least some sleep…" she corrected when he pretended to be disappointed.

"Is this a negotiation?"

She smiled up at him. "You know darn well you always win."

"I so do not," he balked laughing.

"Sure you do. I always want you to stay, or me to stay with you, whatever, just together. You always try to be the gentleman which you think means letting me sleep alone but secretly you really want to sleep together. So win-win."

"Ah, ok, so we both win." He leaned in to kiss her softly again before they headed back inside, both knowing the decision was made to stay together.

As they walked in, Jeremy called out. "Hey, where'd you two go?"

"A walk. We got tired of sitting," Elena answered crossing back to study central and removing her jacket. Stefan didn't follow. He ditched his jacket on the banister, crossed to Jeremy, and picked up the other wireless controller ready to give Jeremy a hard time. "Hey!" Elena called back to him. "Are you ditching me?"

"You need more study time. I don't," he teased. "Besides, Jeremy needs some real competition."

Jeremy snorted his laughter thinking there was no way Stefan would be able to come close to giving him a run for his money at this game. He was the master. Little did he know…

Jeremy didn't wait much longer to get in his real question. "So what's for dinner?"

Elena ordered pizza while the boys proved how childishly cute they were. She was long done with the last chapter she needed to review but she didn't want to interrupt the male bonding taking place at least until the pizza arrived. She cleaned up the table, organized both Stefan's and her school items and got plates and napkins ready for the pizza.

The Halo battle was raging with Stefan giving Jeremy more than a run for his money. Trash talking, shoulder shoving, and laughter as one killed the other made Elena smile even though she rolled her eyes at them. Her two favorite men in the whole world were having fun. It warmed her heart and made her love Stefan all the more...How she could love him more than she already did, she didn't know.

Later that night, …MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM….

They had been happily ensconced in Elena's room for over an hour. They were snug under the covers and passed out. But this was quite the change from when they'd first climbed into bed and Elena nearly immediately pants Stefan to get her hands on him. She had proceeded to make Stefan nearly black out after having slipped under the covers entirely, sliding down to his privates, and having her way with him. She'd left him speechless and incoherent. Stefan had tried to stop her plan but she was on a mission. She chose this night purposefully…

"Elena, you are using my words against me, that's not fair!" He laughed lightly but seriously trying to stop her as she straddled him and kissed her way down his neck. Her hands were already stroking him. Each time he tried to move away, she simply held on a little more firmly, stopping his squirming once and for all since she had him by the short hairs, literally.

"Stefan, you said, and I quote, "I don't think less of you for anything we do," end quote." She continued kissing and nibbling his ear.

"I was talking about earlier, the spanking…" he tried to deflect.

"You said anything, so therefore, I should be able to do this for you without you feeling bad about it."

"I don't feel bad about it. I don't..I…I just want…"

"To let me love you the way I want and the way I know you like?"

"Elena…I told you, I want to cum with you…in you…ahhmmmm." She had chosen that moment to gently fondle his balls.

"Ooh, that could be interesting if I'm down here, you could be…"

"Huh? What, you wanna..? Uhhm…" She squeezed lightly again stopping him mid-sentence.

"Actually, no, I want to concentrate on you. Besides you do it to me nearly daily."

"Elena, you are killing me here…" He tried one last time. "Remember, I need to stay in the moment…You need to help me…?" He was making excuses he knew, she knew…

"I won't make it porn…not really…Look, you don't have to watch, see?" She flipped the blankets over her head and kissed her way down his chest with her completely covered from his view. He heard her through the blankets say, "Remember the pillow." He glanced to her pillow next to him and grabbed it, ready to do whatever he needed to in order to remain in control and then relaxed into his pillow to enjoy what was to come.

She paused to enjoy his flesh here and there, tonguing his nips, making him squirm and lightly moan at her teasing. He grew harder by the second. Her grip on him was serious. "Dear god, she's going to kill me…ahh…" he groaned when her lips found his head. Her hands worked his length but steered clear for soft wet lips to caress and suck him. HhHer tongue was moving in a way he could not describe. It wasn't circling but, ooh, what is she doing, he wondered with the few brain cells that were still firing.

He noticed a new sensation, perhaps from her hands, he presumed it was her hands, but how could it be…there was a sweet swirling friction he couldn't place, wetness, and pressure that sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. What is she doing…? Ahh…

This went on so long, he lost track of how many times he wanted to switch gears and cum. She was toying with him in the most delicious, wet, luscious, splendid, juicy way. Finally she switched her method and brought him deeper into her mouth, applying a light suction as she drew him in and out. Each time she pulled him in deeper until only one hand remained at the base to hold him steady for her. She could feel his reactions in her mouth as his body tensed and bobbed at everything she was making him feel.

Her free hand moved to cup his balls causing his legs to twitch and hips to flex. She toyed and fondled distracting him momentarily as she eased him further into her mouth. "Elena," he cried out in a heated whisper. "Please….oh please.." She wasn't sure if it was a plea to stop, to let him make love to her, or that it just felt that good and he wanted to cum. She continued the tortuous pleasing until she thought he might burst.

Then, ever so gently, as she took him in as far as she could, the pad of her thumb began to apply massaging pressure just behind his balls. He let out an Ooh sound and his hips bucked slightly upward. Gradually, she slid into massaging him in a most intimate and surprising way, the way he had done to her some nights back. Ever so gently, her pinky slipped inside to touch that secret spot that could drive men crazy. Just a little research on line and she knew she could gently touch him this way and make him see stars. He moaned loudly and bucked into her mouth. She'd been ready for him to react and was able to control the rhythm of her mouth on him. She slid her pinky in and out before changing to her middle finger. She added just a bit more pressure as she circled her finger pad upward as she increased her pace on his member. He gasped again, pillow now over his face tightly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…oh god, oh god…please…now.." he groaned, begging.

She took mercy on him then and added the movement of her hand back to his shaft so she could add the speed he liked with both hand and mouth. The intimate massage continued with her other hand, exquisitely delicate and yet firm all the while the in and out built to a pace she could barely maintain. He came like a train barreling out of control, horns blasting, warnings unheeded, only somewhat muffled by the pillow. There was no way Jeremy didn't hear that.

She stayed with him, loving him, until he could take no more, the lightest touch making him whine to stop touching, stop sucking, kissing, just stop. Gently she removed herself from his tingling body only to climb up to see him. She came up from under the heat of the covers flipping her long and messy hair off of her face.

He was perfectly still with the pillow still over his face. She slowly peaked underneath to see him with eyes closed, lips parted, seemingly spent. Removing the pillow, she slid into the nook of his shoulder and let her hand skim his chest. It was too much when her fingers brushed his nipple. "D D Don't, don't, don't…" he barely whispered to stop her.

"Are you ok?"

From behind where she rested her head, his hand came around her and he sloppily tried to cover her mouth, "Ssshhh, sshh" he attempted with limited motor control, almost sounding drunk. She giggled as he first missed her mouth and had covered her eyes. She was rather pleased with her results seeing that he was basically completely in la-la land. She took his hand in hers and soothed him with kisses to his palm.

"I love you, Stefan." He may have already been comatose. She soon followed, happily drifting off to sleep.

Elena awoke the next morning early, before the alarm, but not before Stefan. He was returning the favor, waking her with a smile, and his lips, his tongue, his fingers, hhmmmmmm.