A/N As always, borrowing from TVD for fun. The rest of the story and extra goodies are mine. ;-) T-rated except as annotated by the M-rated MMMMs.
A/N Yes, I realize this is a fantastical amount of sex (SEx) chapter after chapter, but our lovely Stefan is fantasy after all…Although, I not sure how this Elena can walk half the time…lol Enjoy. I could have kept going, but maybe I just need to go take a cold shower and stop…for now… ;-)
A/N Ok one more note,…Did you all notice those cheeky panties on Elena in the new poster? Did anyone else wonder if someone from the show might have read my chapter on those cheeky panties and been inspired…? ;-O LMFAO
TVD – School Days #36
Elena woke up hours later. The sun was shining and thankfully the day was on the warm side for autumn. This allowed Elena to air out her room. It needed it. It smelled of sex, lots of great sex, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. But now, it was analogous to entering the guy's locker room after they'd played a game. The excitement was gone, the moment was passed, one guy smelling manly was many guys smelling funky and it was time to go get some air. Ok it wasn't really that bad, she thought but, oh my, she was glad no one else had tried to come in her room yet today.
It wasn't until after showering that she had stepped back into her room towel drying her hair and noticed the smells of love making smacking her in the face. She stripped the sheets off her bed and got them in the washing machine before anyone else beat her to it. She turned to leave the laundry room, thought better of it, and turned back to look at the Normal settings on the washer. Pondering for a moment and smirking at herself, she changed the settings to hot and extra soiled and laughed to herself as she went back to the kitchen for coffee.
The coffee was hot and fresh but no one else was around. Jenna had obviously been there but her car was gone. It was after 10 am. Jenna could be anywhere by now. Jeremy, no doubt, was still in bed. Elena did not want to disturb Stefan's training session with Caroline but she was feeling a bit lonely. Well, not lonely really, she just felt alone instead of with family. She had always loved the feeling of coming downstairs to join her family. If she'd wanted to be alone, she'd have just stayed in her room. And just like that, Jenna pulled in the driveway.
Elena smiled, happy for the company. That is until Jenna roped her into unloading groceries and helping to get ready for a barbecue for a few friends. Elena didn't mind really. It was still time with her Aunt which seemed to be in short supply lately. A little while later, Jenna was carrying a storage chest out from some closet. "What's that?" asked Elena.
"My mother's, your grandmother's silver set." Elena joined Jenna near the sink to get a look.
"Where did you get it?" Elena asked. Jenna paused and looked at Elena, hoping she was ready for this discussion.
"It was on that way high shelf in the pantry," she said unwrapping it. "I lent it to your mom. She had this big house, the family, the holiday parties and all that entailed. I always thought she should have it. But Grandma insisted that it was mine since her ring went to Miranda." She paused, waiting to see if Elena was handling talk of her mother. Elena seemed fine and was looking occasionally at Jenna then back at the fancy silver set. "I think it was Grandma's way of helping me believe I'd find someone as great as your mom had, you know, have my own family. Gran knew I felt like such a little dork compared to your perfect mom."
"Aw, come on, you are not a dork," Elena chimed in giving Jenna a light hip bump. "And now you are with Alaric…hhmmm?" Jenna just smiled about Alaric but didn't say anything. Elena continued. "I think I remember using these last Thanksgiving or maybe Christmas?"
"Both actually."
"How did I not know these were Gran's?"
"Well probably because I was the one polishing the silver and setting the table and your mother had you peeling potatoes or carrots or something. That and you were mostly focused on teenage girl stuff…and Homecoming…and cheerleading…boys…whatever….But, now," Jenna said reaching under the kitchen sink, "You get to polish them." She handed the jar of silver polish to Elena.
"What for? A barbecue?"
"Why not? Why save them for something more important? Let's use them. Enjoy them now." Jenna gave her a knowing look. It was that life-is-short lesson again. Elena sighed and went to the laundry room for a couple of soft cloths and set to polishing the silver pieces Jenna picked out for the afternoon. Elena was thankful that at least she didn't have to polish the whole set. It was rather large. There was actually very little tarnish since the set had been sealed in the chest and then sealed again in a thick plastic wrap. Without that wrap, in Virginia, no doubt the heat and humidity would have blackened that silver in no time. Elena thought about how often her silver jewelry needed to be cleaned and was thankful so much care had gone into the treatment of the silver set.
The washing machine finished and Jenna tossed Elena's sheets into the dryer since Elena's hands were in the silver polish. Jenna then started her sheets next in the washer and came back to the kitchen asking, "Why don't you invite Stefan over for the barbeque?"
"Ok, maybe," Elena said noncommittally, still focused on the last tough spot of black she was working off the pie server. Jenna stopped and looked at Elena quizzically.
"Are you two ok?"
"What? Oh, yes, sure, everything's fine. I just need to see what he's doing today. He may have plans that's all." She held up the sparklingly shiny pie server and said proudly, "Tada! I got it."
"Man, that spot had been on there for a while. I guess I never tried to get it off that hard before. Thanks!"
Elena shot her a look, "You were saving it for me weren't you?…dork."
"Hey," Jenna admonished followed with a smile and "thanks." Jenna began to give the pieces a once over in the sink, then a quick rinse and Elena began to dry. "I forgot to do this part one year and everyone could taste the silver polish."
"Ew!" They laughed together then set about straightening up for company.
A little while later, Elena's phone buzzed. She was so excited she nearly dropped what was in her hands. She'd wanted to call or text Stefan so bad earlier in the morning but thankfully she'd been provided a distraction by Jenna which allowed Stefan and Caroline enough time for training. Happily, there was a text from Stefan.
S: Care's second hunt successful!
E: Great. And you?
S: Tired, sweaty, muddy
E: Manly, I'm sure
S: Um…no - my student says I distracted the prey by smelling of…sex…
E: Ouch, sorry, but I believe it - sheets have been sanitized ;-O
S: Shower's running, then a nap for me
E: Sounds good, be right over, lol
S: Ha, be asleep before you even left
S: BTW – see Care if you want, in public, please
E: Great! thx, love you
S: love you more
She was so excited she could see Caroline and possibly help her friend hang onto her humanity she nearly forgot what she really needed ask him.
E: Hey, forgot, B-B-Q here today, Jenna, Alaric,…and you? ;-)
Stefan didn't reply. He was probably already in the shower and almost on his way out of the shower she thought just moments later with a smile at her internal vamp-speed joke. I'm the dork, she giggled to herself. While she watched her phone hoping he'd answer quickly, she conjured the image of him still in the shower, wet and soapy, steam all around him, his hands up, washing his hair, making every muscle in his back ripple, her hands helping lather his back…his front...and lower…rhythmically stroking… She thought about him emerging from the shower, his muscles flexing with every move, water dripping from the deep definition of his arms, his pecs, running down his body in tiny rivulets…her tongue taking a lick of water from his nipple, first the left, then the right, watching as he wrapped the towel low around his hips. She was jealous of the water on his body, of the towel around him…so lucky to be touching him…A telltale smile came over Elena, lost in her Stefan bubble for the moment. Jenna walked by. "Oh, yeah, everything is just fine between you two, I can see that…" Jenna said smiling and giving her a wink as she walked by with her warm sheets in a big sloppy bundle fresh from the dryer. "Help me make my bed and I'll help you make yours." Elena smiled and followed Jenna up to her room jibing in gest back at her aunt that it wasn't fair. Elena's bed was already made.
Stefan was a little too awake after his shower. He dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and grabbed a book intending to sleep after the book lulled him back down. Showers were relaxing for sure, but somehow, he was always more awake after them too. Eventually, he lied back on his bed, closed his eyes and thought about how Elena was so warm and cuddly this morning after their romp. Their skin was sweaty and hot and delicious. Soon he dozed off and eased into a really deep sleep. He napped, and napped, and napped. He was so tired. Sure, he'd fed with Caroline, but he wanted her to get more than her share being such a newbie. Besides, it wasn't really blood he needed. He really needed to make up for the lack of sleep lately.
He kept having these strange dreams. First came the dream of Elena and him in a park, then in her kitchen, then her bedroom, then in class. There was little continuity or conversation. The last part got really strange when he realized he was in a classroom with Elena, like they often were, except that she and all the other students looked about ten or twelve years old. He looked like himself. He started freaking out and that dream was over.
The next dream was of Damon. Damon had just snapped Elena's neck and Stefan charged him. Then, just as suddenly, Stefan was standing over a teary-eyed Elena as she hugged her dead brother who'd just had his neck snapped by Damon. Soon enough, that dream was over.
Next came an intricate dream with a mix of past and present, 1864 and present day Mystic Falls. Stefan was with Katherine but longing for Elena. Elena appeared to be with Damon which made no sense to him. Why would Elena be with Damon? She hates Damon. But they kissed. Stefan kept jumping back and forth in time, in wardrobe, in location. Most surprisingly, 1864 Katherine was comforting Stefan, wooing him into her arms and to forget about Elena.
Stefan awoke with a gasp and glad for the feeling of Elena lazing against his chest. She came, even knowing I'd be asleep before she got here, so sweet, he thought only half awake. After shushing her to go back to sleep, his eyes suddenly opened. Something was wrong. Something didn't feel right, smell right, or sound right. In just seconds, he knew. It was Katherine.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Caroline seemed completely fine if a little intense. She was not as hyper as she used to be, but she still had the same Caroline energy. There was a real focus or clarity to that intensity now. They'd met first at the Grill for a few minutes where Elena was doing some homework. Elena had a few hours until the barbeque so when Jeremy finally emerged from his teen coma, Elena volunteered him to help Jenna and quickly made her exit. There wasn't really anything left to do and Alaric was coming early since he was doing the grilling.
After hearing all about the drama with Matt, Elena invited Caroline to the Barbeque. It was the perfect way to keep her socialized with humans and to continue to see her "in public" as Stefan requested. Alaric would be there to help if anything went wrong, and hopefully Stefan would join after getting some sleep.
Nearing the end of her study time, suddenly her least favorite non-person was sitting next to her. Sadly she then found out that Damon was coming to the cookout today. The only and only slightly positive benefit of this was that if anything went wrong with Caroline, more strength would be present to help, assuming Damon wouldn't overreact and kill Caroline. Elena huffed out of the Grill and headed home for what was bound to be a tense gathering. There was no love lost between Jenna and Damon. Jenna was not going to like this turn of events.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
The day went to hell from there. Jenna was ticked and getting more than tipsy to deal with her boyfriend being a pity-taker and inviting Damon, aka pain in the ass who wouldn't keep his hands off Elena. Caroline was dropping angst bombs about human-vampire relations being doomed. And Stefan hadn't called. Elena was worried. After dealing with Caroline's obvious delay tactics, Elena walked quickly to the boarding house. She just knew in her gut something was wrong. And, boy was she right.
She met her double, face to face. She could hardly believe it. Sure, she'd seen the picture, the picture that had made her flee that one night, that very special night. But to see Katherine in the flesh was beyond mind-blowing. And then to be told she was asking the wrong questions. What were the right questions?
Katherine was gone seconds later. Stefan emerged, hobbling. He had been seriously injured by the vampire doppelganger and was healing slowly. Elena and Stefan held each other tenderly and yet tightly, clinging to the appearance of safety in each other's embrace. After a few moments they began to talk in muffled tones, each with their faces buried into the other.
"You hadn't called. I was so worried."
"Ssh, I'm ok."
"No, you're hurt. Come on. Let's sit you down."
He held her tighter not yet wanting to leave her embrace. Finally he relented. "Elena, I will be fine," he said as she led him to a couch. Elena thought they should elevate Stefan's leg and entreated him to sit down. "Really, the wound is already closed. It will be fine if I just sit. Sit with me."
It was quiet as they each gazed upon the other trying to assess the other's emotional state and where to start.
"She was here when I woke up," he started, being careful not to hurt her with all the details. "She was manipulating my dreams."
"She can do that? To you?"
He nodded sadly knowing he was particularly susceptible to this vampire trick because of his animal diet. "She was trying to get inside my head, to make me think she was here to see me. But the only reason she would do that is if she was afraid of me figuring out the real reason she's here. So I turned the tables on her, or I thought I did. I vervained her, heavily, and interrogated her in the cellar. And she played along so well. She sat there, chained up, and everything," he said looking off in disbelief as to why. Why had she done that when she wasn't really weakened by the vervain?
"What do you mean, she played along?"
"She's immune or at least can tolerate vervain. She faked being taken down by it. She said she's been drinking vervain for years," he finished scoffing at how diabolical she really was, is.
"What did she say when she was playing along?"
"It was mostly about 1864 and trying to convince me that she wanted me back except... Do you know, she knowingly sent her entire vampire family, those 26 vampires to their deaths in that fire? And she was actually miffed about Damon and I trying to rescue her because we almost ruined her plan. Never mind about us dying in the process! It was all just another game, a distraction." Stefan was rubbing his temples by this point, so frustrated with the new truths of the brothers Salvatore becoming vampires because of Katherine. "She'd set it up with George Lockwood so she could fake her death. If we only knew what she was running from we might know why she's here or at least what scares her."
"Why would a Lockwood help her? They were on the council, a founding family and all…"
"She said he got something he desperately wanted. For all we know he wanted to sleep with her…" Stefan snarked.
It was quiet for a few moments.
"Why did she hurt you then? If she wants you back?" she asked touching his leg gently.
Stefan turned to look at Elena. "She doesn't want me back. She's just covering up her real motives."
"But why hurt you?"
He cut her off. "To stop me from running to you. We heard you come in." He paused, reaching to softly stroke her cheek, his face looking more pained and sorrowful. "She threatened to hurt you…to kill you…if I didn't remove you from my life." Elena's face froze in fear. Stefan reached to soothe her and said, "Hey…"
"You aren't going to let her do that.." she stated but more like a question.
"Of course not, I'll do everything I can to keep you safe." He started to enfold her in his arms until she stopped him. Keeping him at arm's length she restated her question.
"Stefan, I know that. I mean, you aren't going to leave me, right?"
Very clearly, being as definitive as he could he said, "No, no, I'm not going to leave you." She wrapped her arms around him as he did the same. She was relieved since she'd felt like she'd been holding her breath since she heard the threat of being removed from Stefan's life. It wasn't the first time her life was in danger. There was past precedence that if she were in danger, Stefan might think leaving Elena was the right thing to do.
"So, what about you? How was the barbeque?" he said, changing the subject to put her at ease.
"So you did get my text. Why didn't you answer?" she whined a little perturbed. "I was so worried about you."
"Sorry, I didn't see it until she was here and then I hand my hands full trying to get the vervain in her and then honestly, I kind of forgot. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."
"Why didn't you just lock her in the cellar?"
"Believe me, I'm kicking myself now. She could have won an award for the act. She was completely out of it at first. I had to carry her down there. I locked her up with chains and she just sat there barely coming around. She let me do it. I even…I," he almost told her about using force and almost staking Katherine but it would just make Elena more fearful about how dangerous this all was for them, for him. "Just suffice it to say, I had the upper hand and I'll never let that opportunity pass again."
It was quiet for a moment. "So, you carried her?" Stefan stiffened. He leaned back to see Elena's face. He tried to read her face. He was a little surprised at the level of what he supposed was jealousy from the ever-compassionate Elena.
"You have nothing to worry about, Elena. I thought she was unconscious. She wasn't going to willingly walk to the cellar and chain herself up."
"I just,…the idea of her, touching you…hurting you…" she said reaching to slip her hand around his neck and pull him to her lips. She kissed him territorially. She pulled back to longingly look into his gorgeous green eyes. He smiled softly at her. While seeing the jealously flare in her was reassuring and flattering, he didn't want her to feel any worries if he could help it.
"She's not here for me. She's up to something and I'm the one, or one of those she's worried will figure it out. It's classic Katherine. After I turned and all my memories came back, I learned how much she manipulated so many people, used them. Of course, she was supposed to be dead so her infamy spread freely without any fear of retribution. I heard so many stories. So many people were hurt."
"Could she have gotten to Caroline?"
"What do you mean?"
"All day, Caroline was going on and on about how our relationship was doomed because we're different." She was purposely not saying human or vampire and did not want to have that conversation right now. No doubt Stefan would agree with Caroline that Elena would be better off with a human man. No, tonight was about Caroline trying to make Elena think it was futile to stay in a relationship with Stefan specifically. "She conveniently got a flat tire after delaying and insisting to drive me here. I think she wanted to keep me from coming here and to keep hounding me about us."
"Caroline was probably threatened and made to do it."
"So let's turn the tables on her."
Stefan gave a reluctant smirk, completely on board where Elena was headed, but enjoying how smart she was in the moment.
"So where's Caroline?" Stefan asked. Elena pulled out her phone. "Wait? What are you going to say?"
"I'll ask if she's ok after the tire and tow truck guy was there."
"And then?"
"She'll probably ask about me, you…"
"Tell her we are going to the Grill for a bite."
Elena nodded lightly and smiled with appreciation for his skill at being conspiratorial with her. "Good one. I'll text."
E: Hey, all good with the car?
C: Hey, yes, all good, easy fix, leaky valve or something, and you?
E: Fine, sort of, talk later, with Stefan
C: What's wrong?
E: Need to talk to Stefan first, going to Grill for a bite
C: I'll see you here then.
E: Oh, ok, but need to talk to him alone, k?
C: Sure, np, sorry, I won't butt in again.
Stefan had been reading along with her, his arm around her shoulder as they sat back on the couch. "Guess I should go change. These jeans might trigger a few concerns."
They both looked down at the large blood stain and the tear where a stake had torn through, then back to each other with funny looks and Elena said, "You think?" They both chuckled. "But I'm not leaving your side."
Elena went upstairs with him just in case her double popped up again. She was happy to see that Stefan's leg was completely healed, on the outside at least. He admitted it was still a little sore but it was fading.
They were on their way moments later, Stefan in a fresh pair of jeans and clean shirt.
"What should I say?" Elena asked. "Like what starts the fight?"
Driving to the Grill, Stefan thought about it and was a little hesitant to say what he thought would be the easiest and most natural thing Elena could use to fake a fight and be believable. "It should be something that is close to the truth, so you don't have to make up a bunch of lies that could fall apart."
Elena was nodding as if she knew what the best choice. "I should be jealous." Mad intuitive, his girl was, and Stefan stifled a bashful smile. "Heck, I am jealous. Ok, I'll use that."
Stefan cringed internally, remembering Katherine's words about how she hadn't compelled his love. But before he got riled up about Katherine's insistence that his love was real, he talked himself through it. He was a seventeen-year-old boy being wooed by an experienced, centuries old, and yes, beautiful vampire. What normal teenage boy with raging hormones wouldn't have had some feelings develop for her? It didn't mean he was ever really, truly, deeply in love with her. She wasn't showing him who or what she truly was, just the idea of her. He remembered the compulsion, how he tried to flee from the monster once he'd known the truth. Any feelings, however profound or superficial they were, were lost for Stefan from that first compelled feed, lost along with the memory of the sweet human girl orphaned by a fire.
They talked it through briefly one more time before they arrived hoping they could pull this off. Elena would be fighting to not heed Kat's warnings while Stefan would be wary of doing anything else. Jealous girlfriend, stoic boyfriend protector, which was pretty close to the truth. Before leaving the car, they paused, Elena taking a few deep breaths to steady herself. "Ready?" Stefan asked. Nodding she leaned in and gave a firm kiss against his lips as if to borrow some of his strength. They braced for the scene they were about to give Caroline in hopes it would get back to Katherine. They needed her to believe that the happy couple was now unhappy and on the verge of being uncoupled.
Upon entering the Grill, separately they both noticed Damon at the bar which would only add to the pressure of making this as real as possible. Passing by but then stopping at Caroline's insistence, Elena got an apology she didn't expect. Elena felt a little guilty about what she was about to do. But it didn't outweigh being mad about Caroline's attempts to make her doubt her relationship with Stefan. Elena put on her best sad face and actually thanked Caroline for being a good friend. She could tell Caroline felt worse about what she did and, for the moment, Elena was ok with that. Deep down she knew Caroline was not the real problem.
The fight went as planned and probably more realistically than they'd thought it would. Elena was pretty good with her jibes at Stefan for seemingly giving in to Katherine. Then came Stefan's last statement that Katherine was already between them. It more than hit close to home. Elena wasn't expecting his statement to resonate with her so strongly. The look on Stefan's face made her want to cry. Already being jealous and being so in the moment, it just felt all too real. Elena was almost herself convinced, if only for a second or two so Caroline should be more than convinced, maybe even Damon. It felt right to leave at that moment although they'd planned a bit more to say if needed.
They kept the show going outside, just in case Katherine was within earshot or if Caroline followed them. "Elena, wait!" She stopped and slowly faced him.
"Stefan, just forget it. If you think there's a chance you still have…," she paused for effect, appearing close to tears and biting her lip to not cry or say what she was thinking. "…If you're going to listen to her more than me, I'd rather not see you right now, ok?" she said struggling to rein in her emotions. Elena spun around and kept walking.
"Come on, that's not fair. Just let me just take you home at least?"
"No, thank you," she said coldly over her shoulder. "I'd rather walk. Besides you must have a lot to think about. You should get started on that," she said getting in one last dig from the supposed future ex-girlfriend. She turned the corner leaving him standing, watching after her, and giving off a heavy sigh. He hoped he gave the right impression to anyone watching, an impression that said he knew it was better this way, that he wanted to follow her, but that he held back knowing the inevitable was coming because of Katherine. Elena was mad and had left him angrily. Katherine should think he was successfully pushing her away. They might not have been broken up yet, but it was a believable start to a fight that would fester and grow. He watched until she turned one more corner that took her out of sight, then slowly turned and walked to his car, defeated and ticked off. He sat for a minute or two, started the car, slowly pulled out and went home. All the while he wondered if Kat or someone doing her dirty work was watching.
When he thought it was all clear, he left out the back of the boarding house as if he was going on a hunt. Looking at the stars briefly he ambled closer to the path he usually entered to reach the section of the woods most flush with wildlife. When he was sure he wasn't being followed, he turned toward the Gilbert home wanting desperately to hold Elena, and to reassure them both that it was just an act.
He found her just as he entered her room. She felt him behind her and turned, unsure they were still supposed to be playacting at the fight. Maybe it wasn't safe yet. But then he asked, "You ok?" She broke free of the emotional remnants of the fight that had clung to her all the way home and took the few steps quickly into his arms. It was time to cling to him and not to the ruse. She needed to feel him, hold him, show him how much he was hers and she was his. He needed to reassure her that this was all to cover up another reason why Katherine was in Mystic Falls.
After their soft reassurances, she pled with him to stay. "Stefan, you are already here. You said it yourself. If they followed you home, they think you are hunting. You are already here. Stay. Stay with me. Please." She looked emotionally drained from the day, from Caroline, from Katherine, so he relented.
"Ok, ok, just a few hours. It doesn't take me that long to hunt. If I stay, we need to keep it down. Jenna and Jeremy can't know. And we should close some more blinds and turn off a few more lights."
She took that as a yes and kissed him again before breaking free to quickly do as he suggested. He closed her bedroom doors and stayed to the back half of the room until more blinds were drawn just in case someone across the way was watching, waiting for him to show up. When she dimmed a second lamp, she came back to ply her arms around his neck and hold him close. His strong arms glided around her easily and pressed her securely against him. "I love you, Stefan," she whispered into his neck.
He closed his eyes, her words making his heart swell. "I love you, so much," he answered in return. This was more like it. That fight was all too real.
They clung to each other for a while until Elena's phone buzzed. She didn't want to answer it. She blindly took it out of her pocket, picked a playlist of mellow love songs, hit play and set the volume just right. Tossing it onto her bed. She turned back to Stefan with a soft smile and an outreached hand. "Dance with me?" Stefan softly smiled knowing it was just an excuse to cling to each other some more. He closed the gap between them and brought her hands upwards to wrap around his neck and his arms went low around her waist. They barely moved. It was more of a swaying now and then, their bodies grazing and slipping against each other. Elena's head on his shoulder, then nuzzling into his neck, then back to resting on his chest. Subconsciously or not, she was telling him with every press of her body, he was hers, without ever saying a word. He got the message.
He wouldn't want to admit it, but he was kind of enjoying that Elena was exhibiting jealousy, not that he wanted her to experience it. Considering the depths of his feelings for her, it was reassuring to see her reaction to Katherine wanting what was hers, Elena's. It reaffirmed him of how much Elena wanted him, loved him. Sure, he knew she did, but her jealousy strengthened his confidence in how much.
Stefan certainly experienced jealousy before, case in point, Katherine and Damon, but he didn't see himself as the type to pressure someone to choose him. But tonight, he could see the allure. Elena staking her claim was, well, kind of hot, in a way…but no, he was thinking like a self-indulgent male. He internally admonished his vanity about her jealousy and went back to just thinking about her, Elena, lovely Elena, pressed so close...
MMMMmmmmmmm….(starts here)
Elena leaned away and then up for a kiss. Her arms slid down from his neck to his chest never losing contact with his delectable form. Lightly kneeding his muscles on the way down, she slid her arms around his waist then slowly let her hands meander down to his ass and linger there as she snuggled back into his chest and up for another kiss. His hands only roamed a little, trying to keep focused on keeping things low key tonight. No one was supposed to know he was there after all.
Slowly, she brought a hand around the front of his jeans and in between them. He gave a low rumble into her mouth as her hand lightly stroked him through his jeans. She popped the button of his jeans and began to unzip him and he growled with a smile against her lips. "Elena…? We're supposed to be laying low…mmm," he hummed again as her hand paused the undressing process to stroke him again, and again, a bit more firmly. She successfully distracted him from wanting to stop and he kissed her more fervently in reply.
With both hands now she reached in to push his clothes out of her path. He tried to walk her toward the bed but she moaned an "uh uh" into his mouth and pushed forward so that he ended up leaning against a wall. Her kiss deepened, her tongue probed. His back and bare buttocks felt the door frame to the bath as Elena put both hands on him. She stroked him lightly, his full length and girth barely containable by her delicate hands.
A moment's pause in kisses had her eyes blazing into his with a sly hungry look for what she planned to do next. His hands reached to pull her mouth to his and he deeply probed her mouth humming with such carnal want as her hands pleasured him. It was his last kiss for the moment, for his mouth, for he knew what was next. When she needed air he finally released her and she dropped gracefully to her knees.
Her hands still pleasuring his shaft, she wasted no time in taking his swollen head into her mouth. Using her lips she made the entry seem oh so tight as she glided the head in an out repeatedly. Her tongue swirled around him. It was so warm and wet, he gave a slight cry of pleasure, trying so hard to not cry out volumes. "Elena," he whispered achingly. "I, I can't…uh…" He bit his lip hard instead of groaning heatedly. She understood. He couldn't be quiet. She couldn't slide him a pillow to muffles his moaning and he was in no condition to think of an alternative.
Just barely taking him out of her mouth, her lips moved against him as she spoke. "Take off your shirt." She took him back in again, just like before, just the head, making it tight, and then she added a hum. He started to give off another cry and suddenly figured it out. Off came the shirt and soon he was pressing it to his mouth. Better the shirt than drawing blood from his lip or his arm.
Once he was muffled, she dove in, taking him deep, slow, and deeper still, as if she was savoring him. It was too amazing for words, what she was making him feel. Her rhythm was steady, but still slow, trying to allow him to enjoy this for all it was worth. Slowly, her hand that was no longer in use slid up his thigh, tickling lightly, up past his hips and up his amazing abs. Her nails lightly clawed at him sending shivers on top of those sent by her mouth. It was so sexy and yet so gentle, Stefan felt the desire to open his eyes and see his beloved. Moving the shirt away for a bit, he glanced down to see her looking up at him, beautiful brown eyes wide with desire as she slowly, torturously, mind-blowingly kept sliding her lips down his hardness to the hand still holding him in place for her.
Then she did the most amazing thing. She let go. Was it trust or passion? He didn't know and couldn't think straight if he tried. She moved her second hand lightly up his body to join her other hand lightly teasing, nails grazing his torso. As she did this, her mouth slipped all the way down his manhood. Her eyes stayed on his until nearing the base of his cock. She closed them slowly to focus on the increased depth. Stefan's mouth was hanging open in amazement and panting silent oh's, in pleasure, in ecstasy as her tongue and mouth applied pressure and then friction. She pumped him slowly this way until his eyes closed. The look on his face told her she needed to add some speed before he blew a gasket. And so she did. As her pace increased, a hand came back to steady him and make up for the lessening depth. Her other hand palmed his family jewels before a finger delved into exploring his prostate.
"Elena," she heard rumbling through the shirt. "Oh god,…Elena,…please,…oh god, oh fuck…" It had to be good if he was swearing like that already. She sped up just a bit more and sucked just a bit harder. Suddenly, he nearly knocked her backwards with the ferocity of his hips bucking forward as he came. His knees nearly buckled, making him take one step forward to catch himself. One of his hands tried to gently catch her and stop himself from pushing into her as he stumbled slightly. His fingers ended up in her hair and accidentally applying more pressure to her instead. She gulped slightly but held her ground finishing him completely. She held on with one arm wrapped around his flexed thigh, while the other stayed in place, her hand holding his member steady until he could take no more of her mouth movning on his sensitive flesh.
She popped him softly out of her mouth and looked up at him sort of standing at an awkward angle and her body sort of dangling between his legs. They smiled at the comedy of it. His bearings coming back, he easily lifted her up to standing and righted himself to leaning against the wall again. "Are you ok?" he asked softly.
"I'm fine. I should be asking you that."
"I didn't mean to push, you know, it was involuntary…"
Bringing her hands to his face she said, "I know. I'm fine." He kissed her then, so sweetly, gently toying with each of her lips, their breaths mingling, their lips grazing, before he again closed in for a more passionate thank you. He was hoping she understood the reverence he had for her mouth and what she'd just done for him.
MMMMMmmmmmmm…(stops for a little)
Looking up at him, she flicked her tongue teasingly across his lips as she snuck in a question. "So, you liked?" she asked coyly.
He rolled his eyes and gave a hum of a laugh. He looked blissfully spent and so happy that the wall was holding him up. "Beyond like…that was…amazing…euphoric…" He looked like he was continuing to try and find words for how heavenly she'd just made him feel.
"Good, I'm glad. I don't do that often enough."
"Ha, Yes, yes, you do. Any more often and I might go blind," he said, nuzzling closer to her mouth again.
"Um, I think going blind is for something else…that you do on your own…" she said giggling and nibbling her lower lip. He smirked and then looked surprised when she started helping him get tucked away and redressed. "Come on, let's get you off your feet. I'm sure even your legs could use a break after that not to mention being injured earlier." She led him to the bed, and motioned for him to sit. She took his shirt from him and tried to shake out the wrinkles before motioning for him to put his arms out. He gave a quizzical look wondering why she didn't want him shirtless per usual. She just shook her head, "Don't look so surprised. It's not that I don't want you naked right now. I'm just taking care of you right now. And you need rest. You had a rough day." Slipping the shirt down his torso, she gave him a nice but chaste kiss when his head slipped through the neck of the shirt. He gently pulled her over into the bed with him so they could both lie down for some good snuggle time. And, later, if he got to do more for her he wouldn't hesitate. In fact, he would make sure there was more later on.
They snuggled and kissed and whispered for a while. His hands were across her back lightly rubbing, his strong arms holding her close. Her fingers kept touching his face and occasionally running through his hair, ending up at the nape of his neck and tickling at the scruff curling around her fingers. He didn't really physically need as much rest as Elena was thinking, he'd slept well before his dreams were interrupted. Even so, it was well deserved for both of them to enjoy this respite after the emotional drain of the day and likely days to come. Maybe they could pull this off and until Katherine was gone.
Elena's double came up in conversation a couple times eliciting sometimes a subtle pouty or frustrated look from Elena. She seemed to cling onto him even more tightly in those moments, pressing her body to his chest, his groin or landing a kiss on him. He thought she must still be feeling those pangs of jealousy despite their fun earlier…well his fun, her skill. Hopefully it was fun or something for her. He wasn't sure what but he hoped it wasn't unpleasant for her. He certainly loved pleasing her but he recognized it wasn't quite the same thing when she invited him inside. His mind wandered. Women were so amazing. Elena was so amazing. He wondered what it felt like to crave someone inside of you and if it was much like him wanting to be inside of her.
A lull in conversation led to fingers on lips and light kisses. His mind wandered again. Had Elena pleasured him so brilliantly driven by jealousy, staking her claim so to speak, or proving herself to him? He tried to put her at ease each time he sensed her reaction to Katherine. Then came a question he didn't expect.
"When you were with her," she looked up to his eyes to gauge his reaction. He instinctively knew he wasn't going to like where she was headed but hoped for the best. "Was it…I mean,…did she do to you…"
"Elena, we aren't really going to have this conversation, are we, baby?"
"Just one question, please? I know you've said before that us together is the best for you, the best you've had…"
"Yes…"
"Because you love me…"
"Yes…"
"But, without that…"
"There is no 'without that'…"
"But, without that," she insisted, "do I,…well, can I compete? She's strong like you, I'm weak…"
"Elena…"
"You wouldn't have to manage that line, crossing that line, like you do with me, like we talked about…"
"No, I'd have to chain her up so she wouldn't stake me!" he said in a mix of sarcasm and exasperation. He was trying to lighten the mood, but seeing her face he decided that wasn't the best answer. It probably added fuel to her jealousy thinking of a potentially kinky vision of Kat chained up with Stefan. He cupped her cheeks and got serious. "Elena, remember how you had to talk me down from protecting you by leaving?" She nodded. "My emotions were getting the better of me, my fears for you…?" She nodded again.
"I'm doing the same thing…" she said slowly. She looked at him a bit wide eyed. "Wow. I'm a jealous freak of a girlfriend."
"Don't beat yourself up about it. It's flattering. But believe me when I tell you. I know. I know you love me. And I love you so much. There is no comparison to anyone, anywhere, how much I love you. I only want you."
A tear came to her eye as a watery smile emerged. "I didn't know how much I could love. Maybe I'm the one going blind but with jealousy. I want you all to myself. I love you, so much." She kissed him, a full court press to his lips. Her tears were soft but ever-present. Instinctively he rolled her over to press some of his weight down upon her, grounding her, calming her in a way to help her feel safe and protected, wrapped up in him. He continued their kiss, both of them overwhelmed with the intensity of the day combined with their fears and wants for each other. Her legs and arms wrapped around him tightly, holding on for dear life.
Eventually he freed her mouth so she could breathe. She squeezed him tighter with legs and arms and said, "Mine," with a soft but sly smile. Stefan smiled back nodding.
"All yours." It was quiet for a moment until Stefan, slowly kissing down Elena's jaw heard a light hum from his girl. He paused there and nibbled giving her a low rumbling hum right back. "So," he said, "Are you tired?" He nibbled some more.
"No…"
"Then, how about little Elena time?"
"Little Elena?" she giggled. "Is that like 'little Stefan'?"
"Maybe…" he growled into her neck. "Except that you are little…" he added emphasizing the well discussed fact that little Stefan wasn't.
"Uh huh…" she said knowingly.
"You are so good to me, mm, and earlier…mmm," he rumbled now at her clavicle and moving to the other side of her neck.
"I was inspired," she teased.
"You were jealous," he teased right back.
"And you benefited…"
He nipped her a little harder at that. "Youch," she half-giggled, half-yelped. "Hey, you have sharp teeth remember."
He pulled up to look at her to make sure she was just teasing. "I didn't use…"
"Stefan," she admonished knowing he'd never use his fangs on her. She pushed him gently back to her neck. With a whisper, she added, "Do it again." He hummed a hungry laugh and growl and began to nip and tickle at her until she was laughing a little too loudly.
MMMMMMMmmmm starts again all the way to the end… ;-)
He came up to muffle her cries with a kiss and said, "Take your shirt off…"
"I could use a pillow…" she teased back.
"No, off…" He made his way to strip her lower half unceremoniously while she did her top half. Climbing back over her he said, in between kisses and nibbles, "I hope you can keep it down now. It may get challenging for you in a bit…" He smiled, so sexy, and nipped at her mouth.
"I'll do my best….mmm…" He was working down her neck again, the roughness of his clothes skimming her naked body. "What if I want your clothes off too?"
"Just say the word…mmm," he said just before his mouth encapsulated her breast, humming and tonguing her hungrily. Her hands found his hair and played in his soft thick waves. She pressed him to encourage his mouth, to kiss harder, to suck harder, everything harder, more, faster.
He moved lower, leaving her breasts glistening, pink, tender, and heaving from her breathy excitement. They felt so warm from all the attention and yet the air hitting moistened skin was cool. Her hands each cupped a breast to shield her from the cool. He watched her hands as he descended, leaving a trail of hot kisses. He eyed how she kept massaging herself firmly, retaining and increasing that lovely pink he'd started. His excitement grew with the view before him and he hungrily continued to watch as his tongue dipped down to her wetness.
Elena mewled quietly, catching herself before she got too loud. He wasn't kidding that it was going to get challenging for her to keep quiet. He was being so wonderfully aggressive with his ministrations it made her legs twitch as if she would lose it faster than ever before. Before she knew it, he flipped her over and pulled her up on her knees and elbows and dove in again. It was wild to experience his mouth tasting her in this position. While she wanted this to continue, his tongue running up and down her sex and his hands kneading her ass, she anticipated that he was going to take her this way. But she hadn't said "the word" yet so he was still fully clothed. Hot, she thought. Here she was completely naked and vulnerable, her sex on display as she was once again on her knees for him.
His tongue never left her and somehow he got lower and more focused on her nub. She glanced down her body to see how he was doing this and finally realized he wasn't behind her anymore. His head was between her legs as he reclined on his back. It was a first. He was underneath her while pleasuring her in this way. She moaned, marveling at the sight of her beautiful Stefan settled between her kneeling legs.
His hands, massaging her ass, started to pull her center closer to his mouth, making her legs open a bit wider, until she was settled right on top of him. He didn't need to lean up any more to reach her with his most intimate kiss. She moaned again at the incredible sensations, the pressing against him, the movement of this mouth, his lips, his tongue, occasionally teeth just lightly grazing against her wide open to him. "Stefan, OOH! Stef, so good…oh, so, good…uh..uh…" She buried her face in the mattress.
One of his hands slid around to her belly and gently prodded her to sit up. She didn't want to at first, not being comfortable with such a dominating and risqué position over him. He gently encourage her, his hums both pleasing her and reassuring her. He guided her up slowly. As she rose, fingers from his other hand found their way inside her. It was as if she was sheathing him with her motion, just like she would envelop his manhood. She gasped at the fullness he gave her in the action of rising up above him. Stilling for a moment, she panted trying to take in every sensation until she realized she desperately wanted to move. She needed to move. He had to know that would happen. He wasn't moving his hand. She needed him moving, in and out of her, matching the movements of his mouth. The hand on her bum pushed her gently. She started to understand. He wanted her to move, on him…
Her hands were on her breasts. She glanced down and was thankful his eyes were closed. With just a hint of movement she began to gently ride his fingers and therefore his lovely tongue. She gasped and stopped after just one move. He hummed his encouragement. Again, she gently rocked herself against his fingers, once, twice, a third time, until she was steady and getting slightly more confident that she was doing it right, was doing what he wanted.
His free hand moved with her ass, encouraging her rhythm and for her to add a flick forward with her hips as he squeezed her bum. His other hand too started helping now that he got her moving. His fingers added motion inside her, scissoring and sliding in and out of her, keeping in rhythm with her gentle rocking and his masterful tongue dancing her higher and higher. Her movements increased in speed and he followed with his every stroke and lick. Her moans got higher and louder until one of her hands went up to cover her mouth.
He caught glimpses of her as she writhed, one hand stifling her cries the other moving over each breast in turn. As she neared her peak, both of her hands were over her mouth. Her head lolled back, her fingers were in her mouth, and her breasts bounced freely. He slipped one last finger in just like she had earlier and she lost it. Her body shook and shuddered, quaking and collapsing upon him. Her knees involuntarily tried to press closed but could not. He kept pumping and thrusting those magic fingers. He moaned against her flesh delighting in her explosion of pleasure. He could feel every spasm, every tremble, and every clenching vibration running through her. Even when she fell forward, her face pressing into the bed, he held her to him, pressing her tighter to his sensual kiss. He wanted every ounce of her pleasure, every electrical charge of ecstasy, every shiver, and every taste of her.
He wanted her to float down from heaven. He slowed his touches and eased the pressure before leaving his position. His fingers eased free and he slid out from under her after one last delicate kiss. He eased her legs down so she could lie flat and relax. She was nearly oblivious but thought she felt a breeze. She heard water run briefly in the bath and then he was next to her, smelling of her facial cleanser. It was all of a few seconds really.
"You should be inside me," she murmured.
"I should…?" he said with a knowing smile as he lightly trailed fingers up and down her back and bum.
"Yes." He was naked in a flash and lying next to her again, touching her ever so lightly. "But I'm not sure I can move." Her legs were complete jelly.
"You don't have to…" he whispered as he rolled over her and nudged between her legs. Gently, he lifted her with one arm around her belly as he slipped a pillow underneath her hips and leaned in to kiss her shoulder. He pumped himself lightly a few times and slipped right inside her tight wetness making her moan low and gravelly yet again.
"Stefan,…baby,…"
"Mm, yes, baby,…"
"Mmmm…"
"I know, baby…"