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Bonded for Life #29
Stefan didn't want to let go but in order to start driving, he would need his hands, eyes, lips, all back focused on the car and traffic. Foreheads still pressed together, he finally pulled back to simply look at the love of his life.
"I wish I could make you understand," he said.
"I do understand, Stefan. I was in your shoes once, remember? Just because I took a bite out of one girl doesn't mean I'm going to go all ripper. I was just…"
Stefan held up his hand to silence her defenses. "I'm not talking about that." He took a breath but hesitated to speak. "Bear with me for a minute, ok? Do you remember when I was stuck in the tomb?"
"Yes. Of course. You saved my brother."
"Do you remember when I got out?"
"Yes."
"You hadn't wanted to start up again until you knew that your family was safe. But that night, even though we were supposed to be apart, do you remember what you felt?"
"Yes, yes, I remember. What about it?"
"Tell me. When you first saw me, what did you feel?"
Elena watched him for a moment as she thought through that very moment. He could see it flash before her but she didn't speak. Her lips pulled into a thin line as she considered not answering this loaded question. He goaded her on, encouraging her to remember, to feel.
"I could see it in your eyes, how much you loved me, missed me. You were so happy." Stefan stroked his thumb down her cheek.
"Don't let it go to your head now, Stefan..." Elena tried to tease out of the serious conversation, to turn away, but Stefan kept on, gently keeping his hand on her cheek and quietly driving his point home.
"I know you remember. I felt that way too. The next morning I didn't need for you to tell me you didn't want to be apart any longer because the look of joy and love on your beautiful face said it all that night, in that moment."
Elena stared, knowing where he was leading but refusing to join in.
"Your point being?"
"The light in your eyes that I saw that night? It isn't there anymore, Elena. You can't know that joy, the love, not now. You don't miss me. You remember what it felt like to miss me. But you don't actually miss me, miss us, now. And, as much as it pains me to say it, Elena, you don't love me now."
"That's not true."
"It is. This whole idea that you can just remember how things felt, that you can consciously know it and that's enough? It's not. You just remember loving me. You can't love me when you don't feel it. And I don't just mean romantic love, Elena and I certainly don't mean sex or blood sharing... I mean grownup, selfless, I'd do anything for you love."
Stefan was quiet for moment, gathering his thoughts.
"This is why it's so hard for me to just accept you this way. I know the real you. I know the joy you can feel. I know how full your heart was with love, and not just for me."
"Yeah, yeah, and for Jeremy, and Jenna, and blah blah blah, and don't forget the sorrow, and the guilt, and…"
"Of course, of course those feelings are there and valid too. But love, Elena, that's what makes living worthwhile."
"You're being overly dramatic, Stefan. I want to live."
"Of course you do, but not this way, this way will leave you empty over time. Believe me, I know. I'm doing my best here to help you see reason but I can't make any promises to accept this forever, Elena."
Elena sighed. She seemed tired of the conversation.
"Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. Thank you for listening." Stefan shifted to face forward and get them on their way again. Just as he was going to pull back onto the highway, a car came roaring past, the horn honking obnoxiously. Stefan slammed on the brakes as the passerby veered awfully close. It was Damon of course, horsing around as usual.
"Hmph, they must have stopped for a bite," Elena said since Damon and Rebekah had left ahead of she and Stefan. "Or got gas."
Stefan's phone began to buzz. It was Damon.
"Car trouble?" Damon asked.
"Nope, all good, just getting back on the highway," Stefan answered.
"Good. Rebekah reached Elijah live and confirmed he has the cure in his possession. He's planning a sit-down with her and Klaus tomorrow."
Stefan and Elena shared a glance. "Ok then, Elena and I might just lay low tonight just in case."
"In case the cure goes to Klaus…Got it. Later, bro."
Stefan ended the call and looked to Elena. "Alright then. Any preference on where you want to go?"
"Any big clean bed somewhere will do."
Stefan gave her a look, an eyebrow raised in query.
"What? We can't get some real sleep in clean sheets?" Elena looked out the window knowing full well that Stefan knew exactly what she hoped would happen between those sheets. Would he oblige her? That was the only real question in her mind beyond how she might be able to influence Rebekah's ability to get the cure.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Bonnie's dad had arrived at the scene of the massacre earlier that day. Usually more stoic and rigid, he looked downright panicked knowing his daughter had been presumed dead in a field amongst twelve others who indeed were dead. He'd insisted that Bonnie get to the hospital to get fully checked out. His words to Bonnie were those of a loving and attentive father. Bonnie was unaccustomed to either. She initially balked at the perceived overprotectiveness but eased up when Caroline reminded her that she could have died. Her father was just scared.
They were given a police escort to the hospital when Bonnie insisted no ambulance, no paramedics. Caroline came along since she'd gotten to the crime scene with Klaus who'd left before all the authorities arrived. Caroline had been the one to call Liz after arguing with Klaus about whether or not they should just bury the bodies. "No, Klaus! All these people have families. They need to know what happened to them. We can't leave them thinking they are all missing. They could search for years not really knowing," she had said to him.
"Caroline, love, how are you going to explain this?"
"I'm not. It will be a mystery, but at least the authorities can deal with it and their families will know."
Even though he had very intense feelings for her, Klaus had left in a huff, unwilling to participate in what he deemed a naïve decision on the part of an overly righteous Caroline Forbes.
Now in the hospital, Caroline had dozed off in the chair next to Bonnie's bed. The doctors insisted on keeping Bonnie overnight after they heard the details of Bonnie's reawakening in a field of twelve other less lucky souls. She passed all their tests and seemed fine except for the emotional trauma and the unknown reason why she had seemed dead for a time. As such, the hospital staff was behaving ultra-conservatively with all things Bonnie Bennett. It didn't hurt that her father was the mayor either.
The police escort to the hospital turned into a constant police presence guarding Bonnie's room, or keeping Bonnie from leaving, Caroline wasn't sure. Occasionally the police band radio would crackle softly and startle Caroline awake. Each time she woke, she'd check on Bonnie who mostly slept.
Waking again to the sound of soft whispering, Caroline peeked out the door and saw Abby and her ex talking to the officer on duty. Bonnie's father was explaining that Abby was Bonnie's mother and she needed to see her now. The officer obliged but explained Bonnie was not alone. Before the officer opened the door, Caroline was back in her chair and pretending to be asleep.
"It's ok," Abby whispered. "She can stay." The officer hesitated. He wasn't supposed to leave his charge with more than one visitor. Having seen how Bonnie leaned on Caroline's presence, and Bonnie's dad being the mayor, was enough pressure for the officer to concede. He ushered the parents into the room and closed the door behind them.
Caroline opened her eyes. Abby was not surprised.
"How is she?" Abby asked.
"She seems ok. She's been sleeping mostly."
Abby hesitantly brought a hand to Bonnie's hand. Slowly, she touched her daughter and felt the warmth radiating from her skin. After Abby had been turned, it had been such a comfort to know her daughter still lived, that she was human albeit a supernaturally strong human. Feeling braver, Abby used her other hand to touch Bonnie's forehead, lightly stroking and slipping her palm down to Bonnie's cheek.
"Don't wake her," the mayor cautioned. "She needs rest."
"She asked about you," Caroline whispered to Abby who in turn looked at Caroline for more information. "She was really upset, worried about explaining, about your friends…I'm so sorry."
"Did she tell you what happened?"
Caroline shook her head. "She doesn't remember. But she's assumed she's responsible for this..."
"She is. The Expression is taking over. I saw it happening and I couldn't stop it." Abby stroked Bonnie's hand lightly once more before removing her hands completely from her daughter. Bonnie looked so soft and innocent as she slept. There were no dark veins pulsing in evidence of the Expression that was lying in wait just below the surface.
"You were there?" asked Caroline, hoping to find out more details.
Abby nodded. "We wanted to stop her from fully activating the Expression spell. She'd given no indication that she was willing to do the sacrifice so we trusted that she had found another way to complete the triangle. Either way, she had to be stopped."
"What other way?"
"She had something of mine that gave her great power."
"What was it?"
"It is better you don't know, Caroline."
"Why?"
"Because, it's not safe if it were public."
Caroline bit her lip, curious as to what Abby was talking about.
"Where's her backpack?"
"Backpack?" Bonnie owned a backpack but lately had been using a messenger bag for school.
"She brought it to the site."
"I didn't see a backpack," Caroline answered. Abby looked concerned. The pack had looked bulky and heavy for the short time Abby had seen it.
"You said 'she had to be stopped'. Just how were you going to do that?"
Abby looked at Caroline. She didn't want to say it out loud. The mother in her was terrified to admit it but the former witch who understood her daughter's now diseased nature couldn't hide what she was thinking.
"You were going to kill her," Caroline said softly as she stood slowly.
"Only if we had to…"
Bonnie's father looked shocked and stared at Abby conversing about murdering her daughter with another vampire. In a flash, Caroline had come around to their side of the bed and stood between mother and daughter.
"You'd better have changed your mind about your plan, mommie dearest, or I'm going to have to stop you," Caroline hissed at Abby. "In fact, get out!"
"Wait. I'm awake, Caroline." Bonnie stirred. Caroline didn't back down. "Please Care, I need to ask her some questions."
"She can hear you from over there," Caroline said giving a nod to Abby to move closer to the door. Never once did Caroline's eyes leave Abby.
"Tell me what happened." Bonnie looked at Abby and waited for a reply.
"I didn't see much. You put me down early in the process."
"But you woke up. And left." Abby nodded at Bonnie. "Why? What did you see?"
Abby hesitated, her eyes moving from daughter to father to protector. "First, you began channeling with Expression. A powerful maelstrom was battering the woods revving you up, then you somehow tortured me and snapped my neck."
"Somehow?"
"You never touched me. The next thing I knew, I woke up with a sore neck and twelve witches were dead in the third massacre. You were there, still in the throes of Expression but,…unaware of me, I guess. Or I wasn't a threat to you...I don't know. I ran like hell."
"But not before you took the talisman." Abby stiffened. "It's ok. I always intended to give it back. I was almost afraid to touch it never mind use it."
"You did use it."
"I did?"
"I had an elder read it. She said those you channeled were extremely angry."
"But wait. I thought different magic didn't mix. It was one or the other."
"That's true," Abby confirmed. Bonnie still looked confused. "The message from the other side was that you used the talisman to facilitate controlling the witches. Once the coven linked to centralize their power, all you had to do was take out the center."
"You mean your friend."
Abby nodded. "Killing her killed all. Twelve supernatural deaths to feed and finalize your Expression." Abby was devastated by the great loss at the hands of her daughter and it showed in her bitter words. "From there, Expression would have taken over. Once the Expression Triangle was completed, you'd have been fully activated."
"Activated?"
"Yes, there's no turning back now."
"So the talisman wouldn't work for me now, would it?"
"That's what you are worried about?" Abby asked rather stunned.
"No, I just meant,…" Bonnie struggled to remain calm and keep the waterworks under control.
Abby took pity on her. "No, the talisman wouldn't work for you now. You've lost any Bennett magic."
"Permanently?"
"Yes."
Bonnie gulped. The lack of connection to her family and heritage made her feel empty to her core. Only another witch could understand the severity of this news.
"Wait!" Caroline's head was spinning with questions. "Go back. Bonnie, if you weren't ever going to use the talisman, what changed?"
Bonnie thought for a while, trying to remember.
"Think. Why did you even have it with you? How would you have completed the triangle if you hadn't gotten the talisman?"
"I don't know."
"You didn't lure those twelve witches there. You didn't even know they were there, did you?
"Caroline…I don't remember finding another way," Bonnie vented, frustrated with her lack of memory and the continued highlighting of her failure to find another way. "Maybe I did know, about the coven. Maybe I knew they would come." Bonnie began to break down.
"No Bonnie, focus." Caroline was in her face, firmly holding Bonnie's shoulders. "Where else could you have gotten that much power?" Caroline pressed.
"What does it matter?" Abby asked. "It's done."
Caroline stayed focused on Bonnie. "Maybe if she remembers, she can figure out what happened to her. Think, Bonnie. You weren't going to do the sacrifice. I know you, Bonnie, you wouldn't kill twelve people!"
"But I did, didn't I?" came Bonnie's quiet voice and the tears streamed down her face.
A few hints of those dark Expression veins danced at Bonnie's eyes. She was trying to hold it together and failing. Abby knew the last thing they needed was for Expression boil over from emotional instability. "Bonnie, sweetheart, what was in the backpack?"
"The headstone." Bonnie said it, matter-of-factly, not really even paying attention. She was so focused on the miserable feelings of failure and guilt. It was like everything stopped when she realized what she'd said in answer to Abby. "The headstone! Where is the headstone?"
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Stefan took a different route. Anyone considering their return from Katherine's adopted town might think they were hiding out along the way back. Instead, Stefan took them beyond Mystic Falls. It had added time to their trip instead of shortening it.
"If I didn't know better, I'd guess you decided on this hotel to ensure we had less time to sleep…together." Elena was sizing up the bed, a king, white linens, fluffy pillows. It was perfect. She began peeling off her jacket and shoes.
Stefan rolled his eyes. "No, I told you the logic of staying here. I'm just trying to keep a safe distance between you and the cure. Instead of giving me flak, I thought you'd be grateful." Stefan took their bags from the bellman who'd arrived, bags in hand, and gave him a tip before they were once again alone in the suite.
"I am, I am. My apologies." She was a wee bit patronizing in her overly contrite manner. "How did you have so much cash on hand, and for a suite no less?"
Stefan smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes, that's why I asked." She sat on the end of the bed and looked at him in all earnestness.
Stefan sighed and softly smiled in his fatigue. He missed Elena's sense of humor. "I have a stash I keep on hand for emergencies. Some of it was in the car."
"Emergencies like what?"
"Like when we don't want to use a credit card. It's too easy to be traced."
"But you showed him your license when we checked in."
"What makes you think it was my license?" Stefan smirked and went back to searching for his toothbrush in his bag. "Hotels always want to know who you are in case you trash the place or incur incidental charges."
"Like the mini bar," she suggested as she perused it for some of those cute liquor minis.
"Yes. Regardless, they don't process ID's like they do credit cards."
Elena looked surprised and a bit impressed. "How many times have you done this before?"
"What? Hid out? Many. Dozens. It comes with the territory, especially when your dinner habits can leave a trail." Stefan turned to head to the bathroom with his kit and started to brush his teeth.
Elena sauntered over to her bag and got her toiletry bag as well. She joined Stefan at the sink to brush. She was staring at him.
"What?"
"If I had to run from Klaus, would you teach me how?" Elena asked.
"If you had to run from Klaus and we couldn't stop him, I would do more than teach you. I'd lead the way."
They finished brushing, Elena still staring at Stefan here and there. Elena stayed to splash her face and give her hair a brush or two.
Heading back into the bedroom, Stefan sat on the bed and took off his shoes. He removed his wallet and keys and set them on the nightstand. His belt was next which he tossed over his bag. He didn't strip, just got comfortable. Elena soon joined him, crawling up on the bed behind him.
"Tell me more," she said.
"Hhm?"
"How would we do it? Run away?"
"You've seen enough movies to get the gist of it." Stefan turned from her temporarily to scoot backwards so he could sit with his back against the pillows and headboard. "You know, fake ID's, passports, money, distance, bad haircuts." He gave her a funny smile. "The hard part is severing ties and deciding the way you want to live."
"What do you mean, the way you want to live?"
"Well, for me, it was always complicated by food sources. Was I on human or animal? Was I able to hunt and go undetected? Was there vervain? City or country? Foreign countries? What language? Dropping any behaviors and interests that would leave clues to my identity. Who you are, your backstory, everything can be different. But it has to be plausible and easy to remember so you don't trip up."
Elena cuddled in closer. "Did you ever trip up?"
"Sure. But then I fix it."
"Compulsion…?" Elena guessed.
"Maybe…sometimes," Stefan answered, but the seriousness of the memories flashing before him told her he was remembering the more severe actions he'd taken.
"Snatch-eat-erase?"
"Sometimes."
"I have a hard time thinking of you as anything else other than…Stefan…my Stefan, even with the blood issues. I mean, I know about Ripper-you, but really, how different could you be?"
Stefan turned to see her from the corner of his eye. "You mean besides the times when I was ripping off heads?" Stefan said pointedly. "That alone should be enough to scare anyone from my path." He paused thinking about his life, his personage as the Ripper of Monterrey, his wants and needs and how they had changed over time. "I've been very different, Elena, especially when I flipped the switch. Combine that with needing to cover your tracks and starting over, it's like having multiple personality but consecutively, not all at once, and most times the person I had become was…terrifying."
"I remember. You weren't that bad."
"That last time? That was nothing. Sure, I was an ass to you, but you have no idea what I was really like before I found you."
"Oh come on, Stefan, I've seen the list, your list of names…I know."
"A list of names is just that. It doesn't encapsulate all the terror I inflicted. The brutality, the utter corruption and violence of it all, and I don't just mean being a ripper. Taking off someone's head doesn't take long. I still had time to spend and debauchery and torture were just part of it. I reveled in it, Elena. The blood, sure, but the human frailty in my hands didn't bring out my compassion. It spurred me on to push all that much further into the sickness I became. When…"
"Oh my god, you make it sound so…" Elena got up on her knees and dramatically held the back of her hand to her forehead. "Oh, woe is me, I'm poor, poor, Stefan. I've led such an awful life. Scurrilous…"
Stefan tossed a pillow at her trying not to grin. She fell back on the bed clinging to the pillow and wailing comically. "Very funny." She smiled, peeking up at him, before getting back into character. She tried to sit up but she continued to play the weight of the world holding her back.
"…and horrifying…and I'm so so guilty…Aaargh!" she added falling back again on the bed like a silent screen actress only not so silent. "Oh, my…whatever is to become of me? I save everyone now. I'm the tortured hero, but will it ever be enough?" Elena took a breath and finally stopped teasing. She settled on her stomach, the pillow tucked under her chest as she looked up at Stefan. "Tell me more about running away."
"No."
"Come on. How do we get new IDs?" Stefan was silent, his arms crossed at his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles as he rested against the headboard. "Are you pouting now?"
"Maybe."
"Come on, Stef…" she smiled, appreciating his acting job in return for hers.
"Or maybe I'm just tired of talking." The corner of his mouth teased that a smile was hiding behind his pout.
"Baby's tired?" she teased slowly as she pressed up on her hands and knees and pushed the pillow away.
"…Of talking…" His eyes on her mouth told her he wasn't tired of everything. She crawled forward until she was on top of him, straddling him, not breaking eye contact and continued her seduction.
"But what if I like the talking…?" she purred.
"Too bad." He shrugged lightly and smirked.
"You could whisper sweet nothings in my ear perhaps?"
"Ha."
Like a cat, she sidled her cheek to his and purred in his ear. "Or I might tell you how much I want you…"
Stefan swallowed and made a light sound like he was clearing his throat. His ankles and arms uncrossed as he shifted under the slight weight of her. Leaning back away, she once again looked in his eyes. She saw fire there even if he was slow to admit it.
"What if I want to kiss you?"
Mmm section builds from here…
Stefan just watched her. She could tell his wheels were churning. He'd made a decision but was it the right one? He wasn't interested in talking any more. He'd said his piece to her earlier. The look on his face, only slightly veiling the desire he had for her, told her he may indeed have retired the whole idea of withholding sex while she was without emotion. Elena leaned ever closer, anticipating him changing his mind, teasing her. It would be unlike her Stefan to be cruel but he was determined to get her to flip her switch. She moistened her lips just before getting too close to focus clearly on his eyes anymore.
Stefan's lips parted slightly but he didn't stop her. She waited there, enjoying the struggle within her body to not devour his mouth. Finally, she closed the gap between them with a sweet brush of her lips on his. She lingered there before pulling back just enough to whisper. "This ok?" He didn't answer, just kept his eyes on her. She leaned in again sealing their lips together, the minty freshness tempering the fiery heat burgeoning between them. Her hands combed into his hair as she deepened the kiss and her body pressed forward to him. His hands on her hips began to squeeze her flesh still hidden in her jeans. The kiss heated up, breaths intertwining as their passion grew. Their lips took turns enveloping the other's lips, top and bottom lips each dominated, pressed, and sucked in turn. Eventually, Elena pulled back again, panting and searching his eyes. "No stopping this time?"
He ever so slightly shook his head no and she dove in for more of his mouth on hers. Her arms wound around his head, his neck, fingers in his hair, wanting him closer, somehow closer despite his tongue already deep in her mouth then hers in return tasting his.
His hands were roaming now, slipping up her sides, and then hugging her closer, pressing her breasts to his chest, dipping low to massage her bum, pressing her core against his growing hardness. She was moaning lightly, whimpering in want, lightly grinding against him.
Suddenly, she stopped the heated make-out. "Too many clothes," she said before diving right back in and sucking at Stefan's neck and nipping lightly up his jaw and back to his lips. He moaned in agreement and drew his legs over the side of the bed while holding Elena against his body. He coached her legs around his waist as he stood up. The kissing was distracting enough that the nightstand almost got knocked over by her foot. The lamp ended up the only casualty, the bulb popping burnt out as it when over.
"Where are y…?" Elena asked giggling but was muffled by the continued kisses of her very hungry lover.
Stefan walked them to the bath. "Shower," he mumbled in between.
"Ok," she murmured still more focused on his lips and pressing her bare heels into his bum as he walked.
Once in the bathroom, he set her on her feet and turned to the shower to get the water heating up. She was more than half naked by the time he turned around which made him chuckle inside. Making short work of her bra and panties, soon she was tugging at his jeans while he removed his shirt. This girl wanted him bad. It was great for his ego. His body didn't hide the fact that she was turning him on with all her desire and attention. She looked longingly at his swollen manhood saluting her, then scanned up his torso, then his face, his lips. "You are the hottest man in the world, do you know that, Stefan?"
Before he could even take in such a compliment, she was on her knees and taking him in her mouth. "Elena, wait…" he tried to speak more but couldn't. "Ok, just…for...a min…ahh…" He wanted her too much already. He wouldn't last long enough if she kept sucking him like this. "Shit…"
She went at him like a barracuda hungry for dinner. The water in the shower was getting hotter by the minute and the steam began to fill the bath. Stefan tried to think but was having some major difficulty, the warmth and wetness of her mouth making it nearly impossible. "Ah, 'Lena,…shower…shower's ready…"
She popped him out of her mouth, keeping a stroking rhythm going with her hand. "I want you to cum, Stefan. I'll get round two." She dove back around him, taking him all in. It was a challenge she enjoyed, mastering his size even more skillfully than when she was human. It was obvious he hadn't relieved himself without her. He was so full and throbbing and so easy to bring to the edge. One last time, she popped him out of her mouth, licked her finger and took him back in her mouth. She added the moistened finger to that secret spot that sent sparks up his back and made his knees weak.
"Haah," Stefan gasped then moaned loudly, the low, altogether pure male sound echoing between the tiled walls of the bath. A few more deep sucks and tongue swirls and a circling finger and he was gone. His forever teenage body didn't need this much stimulation to climax. It was nearly overkill. Afterwards, he was like a pinball game on 'tilt' for a few minutes.
When he got his bearings back, he found his hands tangled in her hair having pushed his hips forward in reflex. She was nuzzling him softly. He hated to see that he'd pushed her deeper and started to pull her away, smoothing her hair and looking a wee bit guilty. "Stop," she said immediately, knowing where his thoughts were going. She stood, laying her hands on his chest and saying, "I'm fine." She stroked his pecs and teased his nips distracting him from the mood change. He flinched at her touch. "Too soon?" she teased, but kept her hands on him. "That was, dare I say, yummy. Now, care to show me why another bathroom today?"
He smirked lightly at her reading him like an open book. "Mm, well, I was thinking I needed to make it up to you for earlier, and, those sheets looked too pristinely white for what I wanted to do to you." He looked at her longingly, a hint of dark veining sneaking out at his eyes.
She stepped into the shower, trailing her fingers across his chest as she moved away and humming in anticipation. "I take it you mean to bite, Mr. Salvatore. Or are you all bark?" she teased turning back to him as she took the soap, unwrapped it, and began to lather her hands.
He entered the shower aggressively coming into her space until she was backed up against cool tile. "Tonight, tonight I'm all bite, Ms. Gilbert." He let his fangs drop just to show her he meant business. He nuzzled into her neck, scraping her skin lightly, teasing her for what was to come.
"Mm, I hope not, Mr. Salvatore. I was hoping more than your teeth would be inside me."
He growled and pressed her to the wall. "Be careful what you wish for…" he said before taking a pretend bite at her neck and then dragging his fangs just a bit harder along her skin. He pulled back and rescinded his fangs for now. "Later," he smoldered at her. She smiled in anticipation, passion in her eyes.
He took the soap back from her as he started kissing her again. There was so much more he needed to do to her any real biting began...
A/N To be continued…(sorry, chapter got too long, but this way, there'll be some MMmmm goodness in the next chappy too!)
A/N What is it with bathrooms and Stelena today? Yes it's still the same day, right? Thankfully, things are better this time around vs. the skanky diner! LOL
A/N Pretty please review. It really inspires me to know readers care…
