A/N As usual, love to you all for reading and reviewing. Sorry it's taking longer to update. The job thing is really taking up all my time, ugh. I do not own TVD but am borrowing for fun, for Stelena fun for us during these dark TVD times. (I don't get Elena and that dialog to Stefan at all about needing to know he's going to be ok…seemed really weird to me.)

This is mostly M rated…you've been warned.

A/N Little homage to Mandie, see if you catch it. ;-)

TVD – School Days #38

It was a beautiful night. Clear skies with bright stars greeted Elena as she ambled out of the boarding house. Crisp breezes gently wafted through her hair as she strolled to her car. The fresh cool air did little to rouse her. Instead she was yawning halfway into the drive home. It was such good sleeping weather. All she wanted, more than anything, was to forget about Katherine and Mason, crawl under her fluffy duvet next to Stefan, and sleep for hours and hours.

She was, for the first time ever, regretting having set Stefan's expectations that sex was on the menu for the second time tonight. Round two, she had called it. She remembered saying maybe, maybe didn't mean yes…But she wasn't that girl, the kind to tease him. But seriously, had she ever really said no before? And would it really count as saying no when they'd already done it not thirty minutes ago? Done it. That sounded crass, she thought. Had sex. Made love, much better.

But, oh she loved him so, not to mention, loving his kisses - everywhere, his hands touching her - everywhere, molding her body to his as his hips pressed into her over and over…hhmm, she thought, maybe round two wouldn't be a problem. She hummed along with the drum track underscoring the song streaming from her car stereo, purring to the beat, imagining his body, his hips pushing into her in time with the pulsating throbs. She couldn't help but ponder how, for a man who didn't like dancing, the boy had really good rhythm.

Ok, decision made. There was going to be some sexy music for round two.

Making it home relatively quickly, Elena scanned outside her car, trying to ensure no one, namely Stefan, jumped out and scared her for fun. He was in that kind of mood tonight after drinking from her. She giggled silently thinking of how he'd dressed her like she was a rag doll just so he could hurry up and undress her again sooner than later. All this fun and sexy Stefan amplified from just a few drops of human blood…What would he be like if he had more of her blood? She bit her lip as warm shiver or nerves and lust ran through her simultaneously. Stefan on a "normal" diet might just be too much for her to handle but part of her would love to try.

Making her way inside her home, she hoped Stefan remembered that they were supposed to be on the down low. Closing the door behind her, happily Stefan had remained out of sight, if he had even arrived yet. Jenna was asleep in front of the TV. Usually, Elena would turn off the TV and prod Jenna up to bed instead of leaving her to wake up cold downstairs. But maybe this was a good sign. Jenna might sleep soundly farther away from Elena's room if the TV droned on and she was snug under her favorite chenille throw. And then, if Jeremy was in his room, awake or asleep, his headphones would mute the outside world…Being quiet might not be a problem.

Just as Elena was leaning ever so close to lightly cover her aunt with that soft chenille, the mischief was over. A loud noise from the TV made Jenna startle awake which in turn made Elena jump back gasping. "You're home…Good," Jenna said as she yawned and sat up . "Aw, was that for me? Thanks, but I have to go to bed. I have to be up early." Jenna turned off the TV and padded sleepily to the kitchen, assuming Elena followed.

"What were you doing all night? You couldn't have still been at the park working this late…" Jenna got a glass of water and drank like she'd been in the desert all day.

"Well, the cleanup ran long and you know what happens when Caroline is on your committee."

"You got roped in for more."

"You go it." Elena went for a glass of water too. She needed to hydrate for round two she told herself. As she got the cold water going again, Jenna asked another question.

"Was Stefan there?"

Elena cringed inwardly. She had to continue to bend the truth, even though she hated lying to Jenna. As she turned to face her aunt, she said, "I saw him around, early in the day. He was doing something with Damon, I think, building something. Other than that, I didn't really see him much at the park." Elena did her best to look sad and bitter about the supposed current state of her relationship with Stefan.

"There's nothing wrong with taking a break, Elena. Who knows, maybe this bump in the road will change things for the better."

"How can it better that we are apart?"

"I know we've talked about how short life is and that we need to do what we can to live it to the fullest, Carpe Diem and all that. That doesn't mean things don't change, Elena. You'll see. Life is full of ups and downs. If we didn't have some hard knocks, we might not realize when the good things happen." Jenna headed out of the kitchen, turning off the main light. Elena hung back for a second wondering why her aunt was waxing poetic tonight. Trying to be supportive, she supposed. But wasn't it odd that Jenna, previously so supportive of Elena being with Stefan, was not commiserating more with Elena. Jenna was always one of the girls ready to vent about all things boys. She understood the heartache. She'd had her share of ups and downs.

Whatever, Elena thought, shaking off the feeling. This is a waste of time. It's not like it's a real break up. Elena shook herself out of her thinking and remembered that Stefan was probably upstairs and probably already naked. She filled her water glass one more time, plopped in a couple ice cubes and took it with her upstairs.

She ran into the slow moving Jenna again at the top of the stairs. "Do you smell that?"

"What?" Elena asked, but then she smelled it. "Oh, it's a candle. I lit it earlier."

"Elena, you can't leave a lit candle all day. You could burn down the house." Jenna sounded peeved and started to head toward Elena's door.

"No, no, I just lit it before, I mean, I came home. I was on the phone. I didn't want to wake you so I went up to finish the call. That's when I lit it. But then I came back downstairs to lock up." Jenna was looking at her, both relieved and something…something else. Elena couldn't make it out.

"Oh, ok, got it. I'm going to bed." Heading to her room, Jenna called back, "G'night."

"'Night."

Elena relieved, nearly sighed aloud. She quickly entered her room and locked her door behind her. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust from the bright light of the hall to the dim, almost non-existent lighting in her room. Sure enough, her room was lit by three votive candles set strategically around her room. There was some very soft music she could just make it out, but where was it coming from she wondered. Finally adjusting to the soft lighting, she took note of her bed looking well-made and formally turned down with chocolates on her pillow. There was something on the other pillow, Stefan's pillow. It was his phone and the source of the music. Elena was smiling, expecting her eyes to adjust and see Stefan sitting on the window bench or on her desk chair, but he wasn't there. In fact many things weren't there that she had left in a mess earlier. She figured his arms should be coming in a second to wrap around her but they didn't. She turned quickly to see if he was going to come out of the closet or the bath and startle her. But he didn't. Her closet looked neater than she'd left it and the bath door stayed closed.

A querulous look on her face, she finally whispered, "Stefan?" A light tap on the window and she turned to see him waiting outside. She quickly crossed to open the unlocked window. He knew full well it was unlocked since he'd been in her room in the last few minutes. "Hey, are you hiding from Jenna?"

He softly smiled and shook his head no. Glancing back to the sky above, he said, "It's a nice night. I just thought I'd wait here looking at the moon, the stars,…"

Elena's heart was melting at her baby, such a puppy. She wanted to squeeze his cheeks and smooch him, he was being so cute! "Get in here, you," she said pulling him by the hand. Once inside, she marveled at him. He looked amazingly hot in a clean, black shirt, unbuttoned a little more than usual with black jeans, tight in all the right places. She wasn't tired anymore. Both were smiling like love drunk idiots. He was a little softer than his earlier silly self but still so happy. His smile could bring her to her knees if she wasn't careful. Stefan's hand came up to stroke her cheek.

"God, I love you," he said with a hint of a laugh at himself for gushing. If it were possible, they smiled even more broadly.

"Oh shut up and kiss me," Elena teased dramatically. He planted one on her making them both instinctively wrap their arms around each other. She could taste his toothpaste. There was even hint of fresh aftershave. As her fingers found their way up his neck and fiddled with the ends of his hair, she felt moisture, not on his skin but just his hair. She abruptly pulled out of their kiss, leaving him startled and a question on his face. "Did you shower?" she asked incredulously.

"Huh? Yeah, just a quick one," he said a little taken aback by the question and about to lean in for more of her mouth on his.

"Not fair, Mr. Salvatore," she said pulling away from him. "Wait, you did all this AND you showered and ran here?"

He looked a little sheepish but couldn't resist the cherry on the cake. "And I changed my sheets."

"Crap. I'm human, sweaty, worked all day, ran here and there, crawled around in a couple cellars, drama, drama, drama, helped you heal, had sex…"

"Amazing sex."

"Yes, amazing sex, and there is no way round two has a freshly showered you and not me."

"If it helps, I'm now regretting the shower…" he ventured, teasing a smile out of her and wheedling his way back into holding her and pulling her in close.

"No it doesn't help," she pouted but relented into him holding her. Her fingers moved to the open V-neck of his shirt and lingered there, touching and stroking at his fine skin.

"I also ran here…very sweaty, I'm sure…" he murmured leaning in and silencing her scoffing laugh by kissing her again. She hummed as he kissed her, slowly letting him influence her into forgetting about that shower calling her name. "You smell good," he rumbled into her cheek, kissing his way down to her neck. She let her head fall back to expose more of her neck to his lips.

"Stefan, you'll be the death of me, you know that right," she asked as she melted, pressing her hips forward, arching her back as he dipped her just a bit backwards. "Can you die from too much sex?"

Stefan chuckled. "Not you, never. Old men only." Stefan continued kissing back up Elena's neck ready to stop his forward assault if she said no. "But, if you are too tired, I understand." The song changed, ironically, to the song she'd just heard in the car, or it was at least another remix of it. This one sounded even more erotic with the bass throbbing and the singer being sampled into sexy snippets. Elena's expression changed in that moment. She didn't look remotely tired. Instead, she looked hungry. She ground into Stefan and pulled him back to her lips with both hands. Kissing him deeply, she tongued and nipped him between deep, smoldering kisses. Stefan moaned back happily, pleased that she was communicating her desire so strongly and his hands held her tighter to his body.

Stefan began to move against her, sliding his hips rhythmically across her, a hand sliding down to her ass to press her close and move her with him in time to the music. It was most erotic dancing, almost simulating sex, as he rocked her. As the hand on her bum continued to ply her, his other hand slid up her body. He stopped at the side of her breast, squeezed repeatedly, massaging her firmly through the fabric of her bra and shirt. Elena, let out a guttural moan which Stefan silenced quickly by taking her mouth again roughly and deeply. A little less oxygen for a moment might help her be a little quieter. She got the hint and was quiet for a while again. Elena's eyes were closed for the entirety of the sensuous remix. She hadn't realized that Stefan had danced her closer to her desk chair. Another trance-like song started and Elena thought she must be in another world. A world of bliss, heat, steam, thrumming, sensations, vibrations, and Stefan's heavenly body molded to hers.

She moaned softer now, somehow remembering to be quieter. Stefan's hand left her breast and found her jeans. He began to open them. He pushed his other hand inside to press the fabric down and off her bottom. Squeezing her flesh tenderly yet urgently, she automatically pressed forward, her body yearning for more. He pushed her clothes down further until her tush was fully exposed and surprised her when he put her into a sitting position on her chair.

Her eyes open now, she looked at him questioningly. "I don't think I could..." He silenced her with his finger over her lips and a shake of his head. She was too tired to do all the work on top of him in their favorite chair position and hoped for more of a lounging and taking it kind of role for round two. Looking up at him, she wondered what he was planning. Stefan knelt in front of her to pull off her shoes, but not her socks. "Your feet might get cold," he whispered as he kissed each foot. Pulling off her pants and panties, he tossed them aside. But he didn't stand back up to take off the rest. Instead he kneeled lower and put his hands on her knees. He began stroking her legs up and down, back and forth, and all the while his eyes were locked on hers.

She wondered if he was waiting for her to do something so she reached for him planning to remove his shirt. He allowed it, helping her by reaching behind his neck to pull the shirt off for her. He tossed it aside and went right back to stroking her legs. She was distracted for a while by his body, muscles rippling as he moved and stroked her lean long legs. Finally looking back into his eyes, he licked his lips and she knew she was in trouble. "No, Stefan," she said in warning. He just smiled like a mischievous tease and stopped his hands on her knees. Leaning down, he made a move to kiss her knees, first one then the other. "Stefan, come on…" He stopped and looked up at her. Watching her, he again kissed one knee, then the other. And again, he kissed her this time trailing his tongue down the line created by her legs pressed together. He prodded, with just a hint of pressure, to start opening her knees. Elena whimpered. "Stef…I...I told you…uh…I need a shower…"

Stefan pulled back slightly with a hint of disappointment. "I like the way you taste." Elena gasped at the electricity that ran through her body with his words. Letting out a guilty whimper, she looked to his gently pleading eyes. She swallowed, knowing full well that she loved when he did this, when he had her writhing with his mouth on her sex. He sensed her resolve weakening, the tension in her legs easing. Gently he pressed, his hands so smooth and loving. She relented, gradually allowing her legs to open for him.

Stefan didn't hesitate. He was between her legs, licking and tickling the tender flesh of her inner thighs. His hands still on her knees supported the gradual exposure of her center. Massaging her tender flesh as he worked his way closer, her skin seemed to burn hotter and hotter with every touch. Elena's every exhale carried a soft cry of pleasure mixed with anticipation.

The sight of him kneeling in front of her, his back, his arms, his chest, glorious muscles rippling with his movement was so hot. Watching as his head bobbed and moved, kissing her so sweetly, tenderly, she wanted his mouth everywhere and yet one place in particular. Those full lips and his sweet tongue, were torturously making her wetter without even touching her there yet.

Stefan added a nip here and there as he got closer to his goal. The subtle bites made her legs twitch as if the pleasure was electric and mildly jolting through her. He finally descended upon her most tender folds and groaned in relief at finally tasting her fully, as if he was also blissfully tortured at having to wait to reach her core. He was like a man in the desert finding his oasis. He dove in with gusto, barely able to hold back anything. He had to taste her, kiss her, deeply love her, and make her senses fly to the heavens. His angel, his love, his life, this feast before him, all for her…

On and on, he pleasured her, dipping his tongue inside, everywhere, around, swirling, and flicking. Then kissing, sucking and loving her. His moans and deep hums of enjoyment radiated through her like she was the reverb on his microphone, the rumbling bass to his deep voice. She had no idea when it happened but her knees were resting over his shoulders and her fingers were demanding, weaving, pulling at his hair. "Oh, lord, god, please….Stefan…Stefan, ohh," she moaned repeatedly. "Please," she begged in heated whispers. His tongue moved faster and faster, she couldn't imagine how and then suddenly, those magic fingers found their home. "Oh, no, don't, unh…" she let out in reaction to his tongue slowing. He was going to build her up again now with his fingers and tongue joining in. "Killin' me…" she whined and pulled at his hair. "Pleeeeaaasse, Stefannnnn…"

He got a kick out of her frustration only because he knew it would be worth it. Fingers, fingers, scissoring, sliding in and out, in and out, swirling inside and out, around, back and forth, back and forth, wet, slick, hot, and quivering. His tongue was back and magically turning her into a writhing mass of trembling flesh. After repeatedly bringing her higher, he finally kept a serious rhythm, no pauses to tease, just a steady build until she whimpered. "Oh please, yes, please, there, oh yes god, yes, oh, please, yes, baby, please, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,….OOOHHHHHhhhooooo, oh, oh, oh, ho, hom, ho…baby, baby, baby, baby…" Elena soared above the stars, around the moon, and thought she died and went to heaven.

Slowly and deftly, Stefan eased his touches down until there were just a few last light kisses. When he finally did look up at Elena, her head was completely hanging over the back of the chair but her hands were still hanging on to his hair. He stood leaning over her, scooped her up, and carried her to bed. A few light moans escaped her as her fingers released his now extra spikey hair. Delicately, he placed her on the bed and stood back admiring her as he shed his jeans and boxer briefs. Her eyes hadn't opened and there was a constant soft smile on her lips. Surprisingly, she spoke. "Whatever you want, do it, anything…mm, yours…"

He wanted to chuckle but didn't. Instead he whispered, "Anything?" He moved his phone to the nightstand and it continued to softly underscore their intimacy. He climbed into bed beside her as she answered.

She didn't hesitate. "Anything."

"Hhmm," he considered her offer and nuzzled her shoulder. "What if I want to tie you up?"

"Sure…" she sighed agreeably.

"What if I want you to tie me up?"

"Ok," she agreed casually as if he'd asked to for a cup of coffee. Purring she added, "Maybe tomorrow…" she added lazily, still so soft and warm from Stefan's intimate loving. Stefan laughed aloud knowing full well this sleepy, satisfied, sweet girl wasn't going to be moving much more tonight. Elena opened her eyes surprised at his outburst and brought fingers to his lips to shush him. He leaned over to lightly kiss her fingers then her lips. They smiled, again like the love sick idiots they were, now even more doped up by all the endorphins.

"What do you really want?" she asked quietly, moving her fingers lightly across his lips that had just brought her to heaven, then to his cheeks almost flushed with excitement, and then into his hair to finger through the mess she'd made. She watched his face and wondered what he was really thinking. She wondered if he ever wanted something she would not want to give him; or, if she'd want something he would not want give her.

"I have everything I want."

"Come on. There must be something?" she pressed.

"Isn't it obvious?" He questioned in return. Elena looked at him quizzically unable to think what he would like that should be obvious. "All I want, all I need, is right here. I love you. I owe you so much, Elena." She wanted to protest, not that he loved her, but that he owed her. "Elena, you have laid down your life for me more than you even realize. You've put your trust in me all the while knowing what I'm capable of, what I have done…You are the most selfless, most compassionate,….I've never felt more alive, ever, than I do when I'm with you."

By now there were tears threatening on both sides. Elena's fingers were on his cheeks, lightly stroking his sweet face as he hovered over her, his hips leaning into her side. A tear escaped out the side of her eye and trailed down into her hair and then another, and another. Stefan brushed them away. "Don't cry. I'm happy, 'lena."

"I know. I'm happy too." Elena sniffled as Stefan gave her a watery smile. He too was feeling overly emotional. She sniffed a bit and tried to stop her tears. Laughing at herself for getting so weepy she tried to continue. "I'm more alive now too. And that's because of you. But I'm not so selfless, Stefan. I need you. I love you. I want you. You're mine." He leaned in for a light, sweet kiss. She sniffled some more and then teasingly pinched his cheek. "Ah, you had to go and get all serious on me when we were talking about sex. Sometimes you just aren't a normal guy."

"Already established that," he said between a few more light kisses. He took one of the chocolates, now precariously clinging to her pillow, and unwrapped it to feed it to her. Opening her mouth seductively, she took the candy closing her lips around it and briefly catching his fingers. "And if there is anything else that I want, sexually, I'll let you know." One of his fingers plucked at her sleeve and bra strap. "Speaking of…," he said and then dropped to a faint whisper. "Take it off." He leaned away to give her room. Elena smirked as she gently chewed the creamy and rich treat still melting in the warmth of her mouth. He was definitely a regular guy when it came to wanting her naked. Stefan proceeded to watch her as he unwrapped another chocolate. Elena sat up slowly and unwrapped the rest of herself for Stefan, top first, then slowly the bra.

"Is that all you want?" she teased, still sitting up, her bare breasts teasing in and out of her hair. She brought her hands up to cup her breasts and tipped her head to look at him rather demurely. He just watched her for a moment, distracted entirely. When he didn't make a more or speak up, she prodded again. Pushing her hair to her back, she gave him the full view of her breasts. "Come on, you thought of something before but maybe you are too chicken to tell me," Elena teased.

"Now hold on there," he said swiftly but gently tackling her down to her back again, her legs opening to accommodate his body as he moved atop her. He leaned in very close to the point it was hard to focus on his now seriously teasing eyes. "Do you remember what happened the last time you called me chicken?" Elena thought for second and then her eyes went wide and a smile spread on her lips. She remembered.

"Is that what you want to do?" she asked remembering the feel of his hand against her bum, repeatedly, the sting…They'd done that again in the powder room downstairs too…A shiver ran through her at the memory.

"I do that to please you," he countered.

"Uh huh, and it does nothing for you…?"

"I didn't say that…" he said innocently.

"Uh huh…" she teased and then swatted his bum, hard. She felt his reaction nearly as fast as he did. His hardness twitched between them. He had been pressed to her hip since he'd lied across her, he need quite apparent. She was actually quite surprised he hadn't taken care of that right after he moved her to the bed. In fact, she'd been surprised at the whole focus on her since they'd met up in her room for round two.

Stefan finally fed the second chocolate to Elena. It warmed in her mouth but she didn't break it. Soon it was between her teeth and being offered to Stefan. He leaned in to nip off half of the chocolate. With a lick and a kiss they each then melted their chocolate pieces as they ruminated on their conversation.

"I'll give you something to think about," Stefan said, his mouth still enjoying the chocolate. "It was really nice, recently, when I was about to, ahem cum, you were…"

"I was nipping at your chest," she said, proud that she had, unsolicited, done something he liked. Her fingers pressed into his chest and began to move across any part that wasn't pressed to her flesh. She sexily cooed at him. "I'm happy to touch you in any way you like, Mr. Salvatore. What else would you like?" A little growl caught in his throat as her words tickled his ear, his brain, his manhood. "Oo, Mr. Salvatore, you are so big and strong and, mmm, and sexy…" Elena's smiling eyes roamed to his muscular shoulders and back to his lips and his eyes as she worked her fingers down in between their sandwiched chests. She tweaked his nipple and smiled. Her nips were just as alert. "Harder? I think yes…" She pinched harder and his manhood flexed again despite being pressed tightly to her groin. "Now, now, Mr. Salvatore…I think you'd be more comfortable if you were…inside…instead of well…It'll be a tight fit either way, but wouldn't you prefer something wetter, warmer, slicker, and aching for you, don't you want to…come inside…pun intended…" She was whispering in his ear by then, purring her words and nipping at his cheek.

"Dear god, I could cum just from this…"

She smacked his bum for good measure and his growl got louder. But it got him moving. He slipped his hardness between her legs and stroked back and forth on her wetness. She stretched open for him, raising her legs higher. He slid inside, slow and continuous, feeling everything, every part of them merging together. They both sighed contentedly at finally being joined. Everything else they did was heavenly, so many delicious additions to their love making, but ultimately it was becoming one that was the most important.

"This is all I really need. The rest is all icing on the cake." Elena's eyes opened to see his love struck eyes gazing at her.

"I was just thinking the same thing…really I was…We fit, we belong together." She stared back at him with so much love and amazement at her life in this moment. "I love you, Stefan."

"I love you…so much…" He licked his lips and leaned in to delicately kiss her. His hips began to rock gently into her. Her ankles crossed behind his back as their kisses became more urgent and the want in their loins drove them to cling to those seconds when he was as deep inside her as he could be.

"Feels so good, Stefan, so good, baby," she cooed as he trailed his tongue down her neck to kiss just below her ear. Her fingers played and tickled at his chest finding more room to move as Stefan leaned more on his hands for leverage. His thrusts into her were increasingly deep and fast.

Elena continued to tip her hips higher to move him higher up the bed than she. Soon her limber, lithe body was able to angle up into his chest as he thrust into her faster. His palms now above her shoulders taking the bulk of his weight meant she could work his chest with her teeth and tongue, just as he liked. Licking, nipping and blowing across his moistened skin, she worked his sensitive nips with as much fervor as he would hers. Her fingers helped and slipped down to his tight ass, squeezing in rhythm to each push inside her warmth. She threw in another smack or two for fun and he growled but smiled through his pleasured grimace.

This was all for him, she thought. She wasn't even thinking about having another orgasm. But then he surprised her by moving back in line with her, face to face. She was no longer able to tease and taste his chest with her mouth. In answer to her unvoiced question, he mumbled low, "Kiss you…" He took custody of her mouth. Elena's hips adjusted to this subtle change in angle and she moaned into his plundering kiss. Their tongues massaged at each other, probing deeply, as deeply as his hardness massaged inside her willing warmth. Soon, Elena was enjoying the incredible feel of Stefan's groin rubbing her clit as he rocked her so masterfully. She flexed around him, in part trying to please him, in part as a completely uncontrollable response to the pleasure he was giving her.

She was getting close, again, she could hardly believe her body would allow her to have this much pleasure. Her hands again found his rock hard and yet silky smooth ass. Her grip encouraged him on. She rubbed and clawed at his perfectly rounded bum and dragged her nails across the muscular indentations on the sides, those sides that flexed as he pumped his hips. Another deep hard and fast kiss that hardly allowed her to breathe and they both were seeing stars.

Elena woke an hour or two later. Sadly, she needed the bathroom. She wished she could have slept straight through to morning. She had to wake Stefan since he was still lying somewhat on top of her which probably added to the feeling that she really needed to go. Darn that big glass of water she'd drunk earlier.

Stefan grumbled at having to let her go for a few seconds until he realized what was happening. From then, he quickly freed her and pulled back the covers to help her. He was still groggy enough to just barely watch her pad quickly to the bath, the glimpse of her sweet hips making him smile as he closed his eyes and dozed back off to sleep. When Elena emerged from the bath, there was a small part of her relieved that Stefan was sleeping. With the extra energy he'd gotten from her blood earlier, she didn't want him to pursue round three. Round two was great but seriously, she needed some sleep and so did certain parts of her body. Certain parts more than others might not need sleep but they really needed some recovery time.

She quietly made her way to a drawer and slipped on a few soft cottony sleepwear items. As she did, she glanced occasionally at Stefan. He looked so peaceful. He actually looked happy, in his sleep. His bare chest was a bit distracting, even in her very tired state. If she crawled back into bed with him now, she'd probably want to snuggle in with some touching and kissing until she would hopefully find sleep again all safe and secure, her cheek to his chest. Once she was dressed, she put a light dab of lotion on her hands and rubbed it in. It reminded her of her cut palm. She remembered what Stefan said about just a pin prick next time she gave him her blood. She stepped to her desk where there was a little ceramic dish she occasionally dropped a paperclip, a ring, a thumbtack, or a stray earring onto. There were a couple of straight pins to choose from as well. She brought the dish over to his side of the bed. His nightstand was less cluttered than hers so she set it there to be ready to, well, give him some breakfast in bed, she thought, smiling.

Stefan heard or sensed her and opened his eyes slowly to see her there, standing bedside and watching him. He smiled softly through the fog of sleep. "Come back to bed," he barely whispered.

"I am. But…I really need sleep, Stefan."

"So sleep." He saw her eyes move down his chest and linger. The fingers of her right hand lightly stroked once over his bare skin but pulled away as she neared Little Stefan... He smiled lightly his shy boy smile again.

"At least put these back on," she said as she grabbed his boxer briefs from his discarded jeans.

Stefan just smiled some more which was almost as embarrassing as if he had teased her out loud about how she was still so affected by his body even when she was exhausted. It was flattering for sure. He sat up in bed and put on the briefs as Elena blew out the candles that were almost burned out. She climbed over to her side of the bed. Since he was up, he also found his T-Shirt and put in on. "Hey, don't go crazy now," Elena said holding open the covers for him to rejoin her. Again, just a sleepy smile from Stefan as his head poked through the shirt. He climbed back into bed and raised his arm for her to snuggle up into his chest. Her hand teased into the inside of his shirt to slip across his abs as she wrapped her arm around him all while her cheek rested on his t-shirt covered chest.

Both Stefan and Elena let out a sigh as they got comfortable again under the warmth of the covers. Soon they eased back into the deeper breathing of sleep. Outsiders looking in on the world of these lovers would deem them the luckiest couple ever.