AN: this song will be from Elena's POV ( not actually, I just wanted to use this song:) )

Song: Perfect ~ Selena Gomez

They were going to do a ritual to get her vampirism back.

Elijah, had agreed to give them the spell his mother had used to turn them all into vampires in the first place. Bonnie had been reluctant, but gave in once she realized how much this meant to Stefan. The spell was a weird mix of Latin he didn't understand and Norse. Bonnie didn't really quite get it either, but it would be taken care of. The guilty Original would be there to help her enunciate. He'd been gathering ingredients and would be bringing them to the Salvatore boarding house this Friday.

"Ooh, and I bet she has it all

Bet she's beautiful like you, like you"

It seemed, he still had feelings for Katherine. Not that Stefan was jealous at all. He certainly didn't feel like punching a brick anytime Elijah called her "Katerina". It was just a reminder of how much of her life he has missed out on and was clueless about. She knew everything about him and he was still in the dark about 500 years of her past relationships.

"And I bet she's got that touch

Makes you fall in love, like you, like you"

He felt like Damon at times and it was not a good feeling. Impulsivity had never been good to him. Or even for him.

"I wanna know how she could make a man lose his mind"

Repression was his go to, though Stefan wasn't sure how much more hearing about "Katerina" he could take.

The tone Elijah used did not sit well with him.

Still, he kept his calm knowing this was his one chance at getting her back and keeping her for good. The Original's expression had never flickered, and he knew he was a man who would keep his word.

Katherine had been very happy with him when he'd told her the news. That was a fun night.

The next day they'd overheard a screaming match through the walls. It had ended with a brow raise from Katherine at Elena's crying. He himself had given his own a subtle raise at the loud footsteps coming from their direction. Damon's storming off was nothing new, only he'd never seen him treat Elena this way. It was strange to say the least.

It turned out he shouldn't have been surprised.

Damon and Elena were having problems. She was too slow for him and her black and white thinking seemed to be wrecking their relationship.

Comparing their relationship to his own, left him at a bit of a loss.

They were having the opposite problem. He was used to feeling calm, being in control. Slow reactions, but a quick mind. Katherine's was a bullet train and he couldn't keep up.

No matter how hard he tried. Oh, and he had. He really truly had. She didn't seem to care though, her claims of loving him for him were proving true and none were more shocked than the people in the Salvatore Boarding house.

Oh well, it was the happiest he'd been in a relationship and he probably wouldn't be this happy again. Not without her.

"Thinking about me?"

It was like she could sense his thoughts and it would be creepy.. If he didn't love it so much. Seeing her face made him happy, god knows how lame he'd gotten over the past few days. Sappier than his brother, he'd even called him out- it was a sad day when a Salvatore brother called you out- whether or not you were one. Not like Damon was in any place to be giving relationship advice though. Plus, Katherine liked him better in 1864 anyways.

Now, that was just petty. He really needed to stop it. "And if I was?"

She strutted up to him, eyes alight with quiet mirth. Watched his expression flicker. She so enjoyed, bringing out his darker side. His eyes dilated and Katherine watched them with internal glee. God, she'd missed him this past century. Watching and not touching was not her thing.

"I'd say we should get you out of your head and into bed. "

"I can see her body rushing into you

Crashing on your skin

Burning within, burning so deep, deep"

Her dark curls fell around her shoulders as she put her arms around his neck and lifted herself up on her tippy toes. Pressing his lips to hers in a quick, but not very chaste kiss. He leaned in deepening it, just as she pulled back, leaving him wanting more. Her kisses were magic and he'd swear it to god himself. He watched her walk away ( puffed up like a peacock ), knowing he'd follow. He could feel her smirking to herself and shook his head in a quiet laugh. She really hadn't changed, but it turned out he hadn't either.

"How does she touch you? Can I try it, too?"

"I know you're twisted, but baby, I'm twisted, too"

They got to his room and she pulled him against her by the top of his shirt. The brunette pressed a quick kiss to his lips, firm and hard. He quickly dived in and she rolled them onto the bed. Leaning back with his weight pressed on top of her, she switched their positions and took control of the kiss. He moaned into it and she quickly began to take his top off. The Salvatore helped her roll it off then quickly got back to work helping her get hers off as well. It was only fair. She smiled into the kiss, giddy off her Stefan high.

Her red lips stained his own and she loved how it looked on him. So what, if she had a possessive streak?

"Maybe I should be more like her

I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too

And she's perfect"