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, actually lots of MMM's this time. And I actually borrowed a few paragraphs of my own from a one shot I had written before School Days because it covered the same timeline/episode, so I'm kind of fan-fiction-ing myself, just a smidge, ha! ;-)

A/N It wasn't easy to think of how to rewrite or just write a scene that I'd already done one way so sorry for how long this took. It was difficult to get the first story out of my head to write it a different way. Plus, time has been really in short supply with work being busier than it used to be…and I don't see that changing. Please review! And thank you for those of you who do!

TVD – School Days #37

Elena hadn't slept so soundly ever before. She was butter, putty in his hands, and legs like Gumby. How Stefan had gotten her seeing stars again, she would never know. It all felt like a dream, like she was lost in some level of orgasmic sleep-land she'd never experienced before. She slept on her stomach the whole night, drooling into her pillow. Stefan had removed the pillow from under her hips after he slid to her side. Part of his body and an arm and a leg stayed lazing across her body, protectively shielding her from the night air.

When he'd regained his composure, he dragged the warm bedding up and over them to seal in the heat they'd created on this cool autumn night. He continued to dapple light kisses across her upper back and shoulder while he came back down to earth and enjoyed his fingers drawing those circles across her lower back and bum. Elena purred low a couple times but didn't stir further. Stefan dozed at her side before his inevitable departure.

To stay would put both of them, especially Elena, at risk. Their sneaking around could easily be discovered. Their fake fighting alone wasn't enough to keep the ruse going strong. He knew he shouldn't be in her room in the morning. At a minimum, he should make an effort to appear to be sleeping alone at home. But he really didn't want to leave her side. Her beautiful, warm, soft, silky side…This is where he belonged, where he was loved, wanted, needed…

Stefan shook awake. He'd fallen asleep, his face buried in luscious, long brown tresses splayed across his face. He worked his face free to see the clock and realized almost two hours had passed since they'd both fallen asleep. He had to go. And he had to feed.

As quietly as he could, he got up and dressed. Seeing Elena sound asleep, he paused at her desk to leave her a note. He wrote, "I love you," and imagined her usual reply, so he added further below, "Not possible. SS. P.S. See you in the morning."

He laid the note on her pillow and leaned down to ever so softly give her a kiss goodbye. His lips pressed to her temple, he could feel her heartbeat and it made him smile as she warmed his lips. This lovely, delicate and yet strong woman loved him. He reluctantly pulled himself away and turned out the last of the lights so he could make his escape undetected by anyone who might be watching.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Stefan headed back into the woods working as quickly as possible to find a good meal. He was beginning to think he would have no luck today when he nearly stumbled over a large rabbit. It wasn't enough really, but it would have to do unless he found something else quickly. He was still intent on emerging from the woods in back of the mansion to solidify the story that he was out hunting, sleeping, in the woods, whatever, but definitely not with Elena.

Luckily, and just a bit too close to home, Stefan came upon another relatively large rabbit. He knew Damon didn't like the carcasses anywhere near the boarding house. So Stefan caught it, drank, and ran back about a mile to ditch the remains before returning home. He emerged from the woods, blood on his lips and a little on his hands. He didn't want it to be too obvious but it had to look real. He may be doing this for no one else's benefit but he had to try and keep up the façade just in case Katherine's spies where watching.

When Stefan opened the back door, he was surprised to see Damon had fallen asleep in a chair. The fire that must have been blazing earlier had died back to just a few glowing embers. An empty glass sat next to a nearly empty bottle on the table next to him. Damon stirred upon hearing Stefan but feigned the sleep of the drunk. Stefan crept by thinking it would be better if Damon didn't know what time Stefan got in, less explaining all around. When Stefan was on the stairs, Damon sleepily opened his eyes, took in the aromas of the woods and sex trailing behind his brother, and knew all too well where Stefan had been tonight. A pang of jealousy mixed with lust struck Damon as he made out Elena's scent. He wished he had been the one to get some tonight, not necessarily with Elena, but then again, that would be a bonus. Either way, Stefan's and Elena's behaviors were making him curious and kept awake. He made his way upstairs to get comfortable in bed while pondering what the happy couple was really doing besides sneaking around.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Morning light came too soon for Elena. The girl definitely needed more sleep, some recuperation from, well, sexy Stefan. She carefully rolled over, taking care to stretch and ease her muscles into waking. Her neck felt a little funky having slept on her stomach for the first time since she was about three, but one stretch and she was all good again. Ah, youth and the ability to recover easily was truly a blessing.

Her arms fell wide open after another yawn and stretch. She heard and felt a piece of paper crinkle under her left hand. Picking it up as she rolled to her side to see it, she immediately recognized Stefan's handwriting. She smiled before she could even read a word. "I love you," she read and then smiled more broadly. He'd heard her even before she was in the conversation. "I love you more," she said quietly aloud and let her eyes scan his next statement, "Not possible."

She rolled onto her back smiling and holding the paper to her lips. Her eyes closed as her mind reeled with images and sensations of Stefan with her in bed last night. She felt as if she was somewhere between woman and girl, the former, spent from a sensual night of two consenting adults and the latter, a giddily gushing girl swooning over her boyfriend. The giddy girl won out and Elena squirmed, kicked, and giggled under her covers in glee at how happy Stefan made her. As her mind wandered back to all that Stefan had done to her, with her, last night, she relaxed into the memory and dozed off again.

When she awoke later, she could hear Jeremey in the shower. Feeling groggy she glanced at the clock and wished she hadn't gone back to sleep. Now she was going to be foggy until she got some coffee. She dragged herself out of bed and went about her morning routine after stowing Stefan's note in her journal.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Stefan arrived and startled Elena in her room. Their kiss hello was a mix of saying "I missed you" and "last night was amazing". He could tell she looked a little tired, beautiful but tired. He could hear it in her voice too. Whether or not she was fatigued from the night or from the stress of their latest predicament, he made a mental note to let her get some more rest.

They made their plans for another fake fight and hugged and kissed more tightly and urgently. He swayed with her held tightly in his arms, willing his strength into her, supporting her, trying to help her through what was to come.

Her arms tight around his neck she whispered to him. "You were amazing last night." He hummed as if asking 'really?' "Yes, you were. I was kind of…nervous…" He hummed again as if to say, 'I know'. He knew how awkward she felt she could be while he was so skilled physically. "Are you ever going to run out of new…things…to teach me?"

Stefan pulled out of nuzzling her neck to look her in the eye. Smirking, he shook his head no and again hummed, this time saying 'uh uh'. They both giggled a bit at the bold statement. Elena surprised him then. She hopped up to wrap her legs around him as she planted another kiss on him and leaned back smiling, her eyes glistening with morning light. "Kinda felt like I hadn't seen much of this face last night." He blushed a bit at the implication. "I didn't get to kiss you much." She leaned in and planted another kiss on his sweet lips. "Or to thank you for, well, everything." She leaned in to nip at his lips again before kissing him. "Mmmm, can we just crawl back into bed for a while?"

"Seriously?" he asked surprised that her libido would make the suggestion.

"Just to sleep. Well, and maybe kiss..." She pressed her forehead to his.

"We are both due at the park. If we don't get going, we will be past due."

"Boo, bad answer," Elena pouted.

"If I had to guess, I'd say you were trying to postpone our next fight."

"So what if I am…?" she said while releasing her legs and setting her feet back on to the floor.

"Come on now. You know it's not real. And after last night, just in case, we should be sure the ruse continues." He gave her that glance, that one that told her she knows better.

"Fine. Let's go."

"I'll go ahead."

"I could at least drive you closer…"

"No, Elena, what if somebody saw me in your car?"

"I know, I know, I'm being a spoiled baby."

Stefan wrapped his arms around her tightly one more time. "Well we both already know I spoil you," he teased.

"Rotten. Spoiled rotten…" Elena giggled softly.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

The day was filled with dramas, big and small. But in the end, Jeremy was safe, Caroline witnessed another fake fight to relay to Katherine, Damon and Stefan were nearly killed but now safe, and the Sheriff was a captive in the Salvatore cellar until she could be compelled to forget all about the vampires residing right under her nose.

The anxiety level was still lingering across everyone at the boarding house despite the high adrenaline pace having subsided a few hours ago. Caroline was going to be the most worried until her mom was safely compelled but the rest of the team was just as high strung. Stefan wondered if maybe it was the fact that Mason was still alive and probably working at Katherine's direction. Damon was probably frustrated and unable to find release in killing someone, never mind having to cover up the deputies that were killed and the Sheriff being out "sick" for a few days.

Stefan's mind was still racing trying to figure out the next course of action. Or better yet, what was Katherine's next step? What did she really want? Maybe it was because it now seemed that Katherine wanted the brothers dead. Had the elder doppelganger found out he was still with Elena? Or was Mason working on his own when it came to getting the Sheriff to go after Damon and him? Stefan stopped in the cellar, drawn to the refrigerated stash of blood bags. Maybe what was really gnawing at him was the trauma and the pain of today's wounds which would be completely gone by now if he could just handle drinking human blood. Maybe he'd have a shot at protecting those he loved if he could just get a grip on his bloodlust.

As he pondered this, Elena was back in the cellar to talk to him and surprised to see he wasn't at the cell but in the area he usually avoided. She found him holding a full bag of blood and staring at it. Was he hungry? Was he tempted? What was he doing?

What followed left Elena emotionally blindsided. She'd hoped it was a fake fight but no, it was an impromptu and all too real argument with Stefan about almost dying and needing human blood to fight Katherine. Today had obviously scared him. He was right, he could have died. But he couldn't handle human blood. They both knew that, or so she thought. Elena's role in this debate was confusing. She was the one who usually backed Stefan up when others would try to encourage him to drink human blood as she had just a couple hours ago. What was she supposed to do when it was Stefan himself trying to convince her? How had he changed his mind so much from then to now?

Overwhelmed, Elena ran out intending to leave immediately. She couldn't handle the thought of losing Stefan again to the Ripper which was all she could think in the moment. How could he even think about changing his diet when they both knew what happened the last time, how it took him away from her, and how hard it was to get him back?

Fleeing, Elena got sidetracked by Caroline for a bit. Taking pity on her friend led to Caroline's confession about Katherine threatening Matt. Elena soothed Caroline and encouraged her to stay on the couch and far away from Katherine.

Just as Elena was again going to leave, Damon stopped her. Once again, Elena was told that Stefan needed to have human blood. This time it was Damon trying to convince her to at least consider the truth behind her fear. And this time, she had calmed down enough to listen.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Elena paced just outside the entrance to the library, steeling herself for part two of her argument with Stefan. He waited patiently for what he assumed would be her calm but still negative response to his idea to add human blood to his diet. If it was kept to a minimum, maybe even mixed with animal blood, maybe he could then meet the temptation halfway and manage to keep control. Who was he kidding, he scoffed internally. He'd probably fail and then they have to lock him up for a few days in the cellar to detox. Maybe he should just start in the cellar. Maybe he shouldn't try at all. He kept wringing his hands as he tried to figure out what to do. He knew he could not make the decision alone but he was desperate to try something to protect those he loved.

Elena had paced back and forth trying to figure this out too. Yes, Stefan, her love, was a vampire who was magically induced to need human blood in order to live. He found an alternative that only partly helped him remain alive and a vampire. He would have been perfectly happy to have the source be a blood bag if he could handle it. But if Stefan ever got too much, and even a little could be too much, he ended up graduating to living donors and inflicting significant harm to the blood source and to his personality in the process. He couldn't stop. He couldn't help himself. It was the worst addiction of any kind Elena had ever heard of before. Drug addicts did the same thing. They eventually wanted their drug of choice so badly that they would harm their loved ones as the addict did anything and everything to get their fix. It didn't matter how it hurt others. They lost their humanity in a way. They didn't care about others or even themselves really. So, how could that loss of humanity be avoided for Stefan? Was it even a possibility? She'd seen Stefan use every ounce of strength he possessed to not hurt her when he was on human blood. And that had been with a lot of human blood in his system. An idea hit her.

Stefan heard Elena take a breath and step to the doorway. Her angered reluctance from his suggestion earlier was fading quickly. Somehow, she had instinctively figured out how to reconcile her fears. She would be the source. Their love would be the catalyst for his control to reemerge after drinking from her. Stefan was stunned and in awe of this young, beautiful woman, with her ever expanding capacity for compassion, and, ultimately, love and trust. How could anyone love so much, love him so much? Did she even realize how much this showed her faith in him to never hurt her? He stared at her, hearing her, but momentarily not truly believing what was happening. Time seemed to slow for him. Her words replaying like a mantra.

"It's you and me, Stefan. Always."

She had pierced her palm with the letter opener. As she came to sit next to him on the couch, she cupped her hand to ensure her small donation would stay pooled in her palm, ready for him. She freely held her life out to him, for him.

"It's you and me, Stefan. Always."

In her hand was more blood than he'd have suggested for this first step of possibly many, if moderation was even possible, but he would not turn back now. Trying to keep the hunger from taking over, he attempted to focus on the fleeting thought to tell her just a pin prick next time, if there was a next time. But with her hand held in his, so close to his mouth, the only phrase that seemed to stick in his mind at all, competing with the heavenly aroma also calling to him was…

"It's you and me, Stefan. Always."

Slowly, he took in her offering with an open-mouthed kiss to her palm, teeth lightly grazing, sliding every drop onto his tongue. He went as far as to even lightly suck at her tender palm, drawing just a bit more of her precious life source. His vampire visage had emerged as he indulged. Pulling back from her hand, he tried not to overly savor the sweet taste of her as he swallowed. Turning toward her, their eyes locked somehow instinctively both knowing the focus would help him come back to himself. She reached up, first thinking to smooth the veining around his now darkened eyes but instead leaned in to plant a firm yet tender kiss to his lips, her hand on his cheek. As she took the lead in that moment, it was as if they knew, or at least she did, his submission to her kiss would bring some control to his reaction to her blood. Flawless, those instincts of hers, he thought in awe.

His beautiful eyes were resolving back to green, still boring into her deep brown pools. Part of him wanted to envelop her in his arms and never let go, crush her mouth with kisses, and worship her for the beauty of her selflessness and her soul. She'd given herself, literally, without fear, again, so amazing. His utter amazement at her compassion for him, a monster, left him nearly dumbfounded; his love of her would steel his resolve to not let bloodlust overtake him.

While the blood began to take effect on his body, he leaned into her, hungrily craving contact with her perfect mouth. He took her lips with his. His hands held her face so he could devote lavish praise and thanks on her without breaking contact. He soon deepened the kiss, delving into her heated wetness, his tongue taking ownership as she gladly gave him entrance. The heat of his kiss moved quickly from devotion to steaming hot passion. Their lips would be bruised with pleasure after this and she melted further into his touch. He pressed forward against her, his left arm moving to lift her legs up and under him as he rose up from sitting. Her arms came up around his neck to hold on as his right arm urged her to lie back onto the couch and he maneuvered into position atop her.

He was not fully aware that he let more of his weight press on her than he would normally. Elena didn't care. She was in heaven and perhaps a bit delirious from less than an ideal amount of oxygen. The kissing was relentless and was making her incredibly hot. He had positioned his legs between hers and reached down to squeeze her right buttock before reaching further down her thigh to hitch her right leg around him. He was grinding into her causing Elena to moan quite exuberantly. She turned her head from the intensity of their kisses gasping for air. He continued down her chin, her cheek, her neck, teeth grazing lightly but heatedly.

"Stef", she whispered not really wanting to stop. He continued further suckling at her neck, her ear, then her neck again, while squeezing her thigh tighter and grinding his hips into her. She gave a slight giggle and tried again, whispering, "Stef." Boy, there was just no stopping him she thought smiling but growing more concerned about being discovered on the couch going at it publically. "Stefan," she said in nearly full voice and little firmer that she really meant it. Suddenly he stopped, pulled back in surprise. He finally realized she'd said his name and not just in passion. "Did I hurt you? Oh my god. I'm so sorry!"

Before she could stop him he was completely off of her on his knees but still on the couch. Seeing her clothes disheveled and hair all over, he thought how could he forget how delicately human she is after she just gave him a taste of her blood. "No, no, no, you didn't hurt me. I'm fine," she soothed and shushed, smiling and trying to get them both back to whispering voices. She held up a hand for him to help her up. She was still putty in his hands from moments ago and not able to recover composure as quick as he. She sat up sloppily, still wobbly from the blazing make out. "I just thought we should maybe move to your room before we have an audience," she said with a giggle. "Besides," she glanced down at his obvious arousal.

"Oh, crap, yeah, right..," he conceded, smiling sheepishly. He again took her hand to gently help her up to standing. As she stood, she pressed her body to his and brought his hand around the small of her back so he could hold her for another passionate kiss. She wanted more of those sexy kisses from his distracting mouth before working their way upstairs. She pulled him down to her lips with her free hand. Starting slow at first, she moved deeper into the kiss and again he took over, plundering her mouth and moaning at the feel of her in his arms. Instead of easing, he grew even harder and pressed against her hungrily.

"Ok, ok, easy now, let's go up," she said pulling out of the kiss and leading him by the hand. It didn't seem he was able to be quiet or go slow so she wanted to move upstairs, now.

"You started it…" he teased, following her and watching her jeans sashay, her gorgeous hips swaying in front of him. He hummed his appreciation. She turned back shaking her head and tugging him along harder. By the time they reached the stairs, he was playing grab ass with her giggling and trying to run ahead, as if she could be faster than him. She let out a squeal of laughter as he growled playfully after her.

Once behind closed doors, she continued to playfully back away from him, daring him to catch her. "So, are we having make-up sex now?" she asked teasingly.

"We can. Do we need to?" he rejoined, playing along with this little game of tag.

She backed away a little more, smiling sexily at him. "Well, we did disagree,…at first…"

"I guess." He countered her escape path she'd been planning to keep up the faux chase.

"And you did yell at me a bit…" she said, trying to counter the other way.

"Sorry about that…" he said, a touch serious but still playfully coming for her.

"So, is this what I should expect with future..um…feeding?" she asked, a giggle still present in the sound of her voice. "Playful Stefan and sex?"

Stefan stopped and took inventory of his behavior over the last few minutes. He suddenly looked serious. "I'm sorry. I guess I didn't even realize." He took a less predatory stance. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh god, no, Stefan, I'm not, really I'm not." She came forward concerned that he would be worried.

"Good," he said, then smiling scooped her up bridal style having tricked her into being caught in their little game of tag. He kissed her smiling lips lightly and a light growl started when her tongue skimmed his lips. "It really does change me, doesn't it? If we do that again…"

"We can, we will, if you can manage," she affirmed.

"Well, if we do, maybe not so much."

"I didn't think it was."

"No more letter openers. Just a pin or something small. That's all. I don't want to go overboard."

"And just that much would help?"

"Yes, just a few drops."

"Ok."

"How's your hand?"

She glanced at her palm where there was barely an injury. "It's fine. It was really superficial. I thought I was being really conservative."

"To go from none to, what, maybe a teaspoonful or so, that was a lot. My body definitely had a strong reaction to it."

"I noticed," she smirked, implying his quick arousal. "And you've been holding me up for quite some time. Care to put me down now?"

"No," he said casually. "But, when I saw you this morning, I had decided I needed to let you get some sleep, so maybe we should cool it."

"Are you saying I looked like crap?" she said mockingly offended.

"Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying," he said sarcastically. "Just like when you ask me if something makes you look fat…"

"I never ask you that…"

He gave her a look that told her how wrong she was even if she hadn't asked in those words exactly. She just laughed because she knew her sweet Stefan would never imply anything like her teasing suggested.

"Well I'm perfectly fine getting some sleep, but if you think I'm leaving you alone tonight, you've got another thing coming."

"Elena, I'm fine, really, I'm in control," Stefan said confidently.

"I see that, Stefan, but that's not the only reason why I'm not leaving you alone. If you think I'm not going to enjoy your body tonight with you hopped up on my blood, you're nuts."

"Elena!" Stefan said laughingly surprised. He dropped her legs but held her body up while she wrapped her legs around him. He settled her core at his groin. He was still ragingly hard. "Whatever do you mean? Hopped up…? You only want me for sex. Honestly, I'm a little offended."

"Ok, enough teasing. You're the one who's got me wanting you all the time." She squeezed tighter around his neck, making him smile, and kissed him fiercely. "Your place or mine first?"

"We're here…now…I can always get you home later…" He kissed her back just as fiercely and began walking to his bed and falling into it on top of Elena.

MMMMMmmmmmmm

The make-out was as blazing if not more than the couch make-out earlier. When Stefan finally let Elena get some real breathing done, he kissed down her neck while pulling up her top. His hands skimmed her sides making her squirm between being ticklish and turned on. Her fingers had to leave his hair as he pulled her top off overhead. Quickly his hands were back on her body, kneading her flesh and pressing her bra straps off her shoulders. One hand made quick work of the hook in back while the other pulled the light lacey fabric off her completely. His hands were on her breasts quickly as his lips again took hers. He fondled and squeezed both breasts so much, Elena moaned at the slightly aggressive style with which he handled her. "Too much?" he panted at her mouth.

She hummed her, "uh, uh," and soon after added with a groan, "More." He moaned at her encouragement and began to lower his lips down her neck, heading down to suckle at her. "Are you warmer?" she barely whispered after noticing a difference.

"You tell me," he mumbled back just as his mouth enveloped a breast. He was warmer. She could tell when his tongue licked and sucked her nipple. She purred in pleasure and pulled her fingers through his hair encouraging him onward and back and forth between each breast.

"Feels so good, Stef, need you, inside, please…"

Stefan mumbled between kisses and nuzzling. "Soon. I want you to feel the warmth here," he said as he slid a hand across her and pressed into the crotch of her jeans cupping her sex. She moaned at the pressure from his hand, from the thought of his mouth there next mixed with having to wait for him to be inside. She sat up slightly, reaching for his shirt while his hands undid her jeans. He let her get his shirt off before he lifted her legs and pulled of shoes, jeans and panties. Trying to sit up again she reached to open his jeans. He stopped her. She whined and stroked at his hardness. "Don't. I'll cum."

"Mmmm, yes, inside me," she purred. But she allowed him to push her back to her elbows as he positioned to give her what he promised. Warmth. She watched his hands lightly massage her until his fingers spread her open. Slowly he dipped his lips to hers and stroked his tongue across her exposed nub ever so slowly, letting the contact linger. His eyes never left hers as he kept the flat of his tongue massaging her exquisitely.

Elena simply gasped in sheer pleasure. Like her nipples, this part of her body was so sensitive, she reeled from the subtle change in temperature combined with his skilled if more aggressive than usual technique. Her head fell back as she groaned loudly and Stefan smiled slightly but kept up his efforts a bit longer. He wasn't sure how long he'd last once he was released from his jeans but didn't think it would be long enough get her quaking twice. So he finished with a flourish, flicking her nub so fast but then stopping to remove his clothes.

"Stefaaaan." It didn't matter how fast it was, she whined his name when he'd left her without her release. He chuckled but was back to her and ready to drive them home. Before he entered her, he brought one of her hands down to touch him. She felt something different about him and her other hand joined in stroking his length. "Wow…" she said softly looking into his eyes. "Just that little bit…" she said, meaning the blood and how so little had made him so much stronger, harder, maybe even bigger. She almost didn't want to let go. He felt so amazing. He'd had to close his eyes to not lose it by her touch. "You really are warmer…" and with that she led him into her and he slid into her tightness. "Ahhhh…." she cried out bracing her hands on his chest as he hovered above her and filled her more fully than before.

She squeezed at his hard pecs, amazed that his muscles too seemed firmer, harder, and stronger than ever. Her nails circled and clawed lightly as her hands roamed without consciously being guided over this body.

"Mmrrr, you ok?" he asked. Her legs pressed around him, her heels pushing him tighter to her. He took that as a yes and began to move. Her mouth opened in a silent "oh" as she gasped and stayed mouthing that lovely circle as she panted from the pleasure. She clenched around him and rocked to his rhythm until she couldn't keep up any more. "Still ok?" he panted after speeding up. She nodded her mouth still in a rapturous "oh" shape.

He didn't want to hold back any more. He was seeing stars, sparks, it was like cumming but not really. He wanted the release. He leaned down to plunder her mouth with his mouth, his tongue deep and probing. Her hands slid around to his back, clawing harder at him. "I can't…I'm gonna…ahhhh, cum…." She garbled, unable to be coherent as she cried out in orgasm. "Ooh, ooh, ooh, Stef, ooooooo," she purred, shaking beneath him.

Stefan sped up again wanting to join her but it only brought him more pleasure. He found he could keep going beyond his usual stamina. "Ah..Tell me,…if too much…" he said revving up again. It was a mind-blowing pace, so fast that she could no longer really help. "Shit," he whispered, "uh…" he groaned with each thrust seemingly able to feel every single nerve singing in a chorus of pleasure through his entire body.

Elena slid her hands to Stefan's firm ass and squeezed repeatedly. He groaned enjoying the extra stimulation. She was holding on as he continued to thrust into her. She sank her nails into his perfect cheeks and squeezed harder. He growled loving it. He angled into her a bit higher and harder, his fists now higher on the bed holding him up just enough so she could lean into his chest and bite at his nipples, first one then the other. "Fuck," he cried out. One last really hard bite and suck from Elena, as she dragged her nails against his buttocks again and he poured himself into her. He cried out louder than he should have but there was no stopping this train. He kept pumping and pumping. It was the orgasm that wouldn't stop. The next thing he knew, Elena was once again exploding in ecstasy, clenching around him, making him last even longer. The expression on his face was priceless, frozen in an unadulterated, quintessential male "I'm cumming" face. He might have even drooled a little on a pillow as he unlocked his arms from their supporting positions.

Finally, he came to rest on his elbows and leaned in to kiss her. He kept kissing her deeply, languidly, tipping his head from one side then the other. Her arms were around his waist, fingers tickling circles on his back and bum. "Amazing," he said finally.

"So amazing," she answered. He gave her a sweet but more innocent kiss then. Then another. Then another, until he was lightly kissing her all over her face and making her giggle. Stopping finally, they lay smiling at each other. She was so happy that he hadn't left her body yet. She usually had to squirm and hold on to keep him inside longer. But then, surprisingly, she felt him growing hard again. She smirked lightly at him as they both realized. She gave him a light squeeze with her inner walls and he lightly hummed. "Really? Again, after that?" she asked. If he could have blushed, he would have.

"We don't have to…unless you want to…" he said as if a question. She simply laughed out a sigh.

"So I'm your little blue pill now?"

"Of course not, I don't need any pill,…but it is an interesting side effect…" he nuzzled her neck somewhat innocently.

"Uh, huh..?" she grumbled sarcastically. "But if we use all your new found strength doing this…?"

"I thought you enjoyed that…" he said between kisses just below her ear.

"Of course I did…Twice, in fact," she said smiling happily.

"See, I only did once, so…" he said, diving back to nibble her neck.

"Ah so now we are keeping score, huh?" she asked teasingly as she enjoyed his nuzzling and love bites.

Stefan pulled up and said, "Never." He began to gently pull out of her.

"You won't be mad?" she asked a little more seriously.

He shook his head with a dry smirk and said, "Nope." He completely withdrew and collapsed at her side looking relatively peaceful.

"Good, cuz I don't think I could walk tomorrow if we went another round. Besides, I have to get back home. We're not supposed to be together, remember?" Elena rolled to her side to snuggle with Stefan for a few more minutes. To her surprise, "Little Stefan" was still raring to go. She leaned up on an elbow and look from Stefan's face to his arousal and pouted for him. "I'm sorry."

"I'm fine. Really. I'm still buzzing from earlier. It's just taking longer to, you know, come down. I just need a minute,…or maybe a few…" He smiled at her.

"Or a cold shower," she said dryly.

"Ha, no thanks."

Elena smirked again as she looked between Stefan and his tent pole. "Ok, how about this. Get me home without being seen with me and maybe there's round two at my house."

She could barely see him he was moving so fast. He was up, dressed and handing her clothes to her as he came across them. He was done and ready so fast that he started dressing her. "Stefan! I can manage," she said giggling before giving in to him dressing her like a ragdoll and her laughing hysterically.

He finished her off with a smoldering kiss as he stood her up ready to go. "Let's go," he said.

"Aren't you going to throw me over your shoulder and speed me to my house?" she said through the laughter, almost daring him.

"Your car is here."

"Crap," Elena said remembering how she drove the Sheriff and Caroline back to the Salvatore's earlier, while the brothers dealt with the deputies and the Sheriff's cruiser.

"But I'll see you in a couple minutes. Race you there," he teased.

"Ha, funny. Bye." She knew he'd beat her there no matter how fast she drove. Speeding was pointless.

"For now. Love you."

"Love you more."

"Not possible."