My dreams weren't blackened from the amount of lethargy, and I was surprised at this. Tonight's dream was about Elena, or maybe it was Katherine. Ugh! This right here was why I couldn't move forward. I couldn't let the other one go!
I was seeing Elena with wet hair, like that day at the river. I could tell by the little white towel around her body that she'd just gotten out of the shower. Her drenched locks stuck around her neck and her brown eyes were on me seductively. Well, I would've liked to have thought that, at least.
"Elena," I'd said uneasily. One of her hands were trying to get the hair off of her face while the others only held up the front of the towel, meaning that her backside was bare, but she was still facing me so I couldn't see anything. "What are you doing?"
"Shh," she said with a closed mouth smile afterwards. She wasn't verbally saying much, but she was telling me everything I wanted to hear.
She bit her lip and looked up at me from under her lashes, and she didn't stop as she approached me.
"Elena," I said as she was near inches from me. I could smell the sweet fragrance of fresh cleanliness radiating from her skin. "Stop."
She kept eye contact as she let go of the towel. I swallowed the lump in my throat and hoped to God that I wouldn't go to Hell for committing the sin of Lust.
I backed up to a wall, and she followed me as she left the towel behind on the floor.
"No," she whispered as her delicate hands worked at my belt buckle…and then my shirt…and jeans.
"Please stop-" I began. Oh, so many nights I've dreamed of this in one situation or another, but this - this was so real.
She reached up to kiss my neck just under my ear and my heart seemed to jump into my throat. When I received enough nerve and self-restraint to stop her, I took her by the shoulders and eased her to an arm's length away from me. I examined her closely-every curve from her pouted lips to the way her toes curled against the chilly wood floor. In between that, though, I caught a glimpse of an all-too-familiar necklace.
The small pendant around her neck had a charm with 'Stefan & Katherine' engraved into it. I squinted at it slowly, and then proceeded to take it into my fingers. When I flipped it over, it had '7/30/08' written on it to signify the day we started dating.
"Katherine?" I said. "It can't be you…"
"You'd be surprised to know that I can at least show up in your dreams, my sweet Stefan," she smiled as she came back to me.
I wanted to scream my joy, but I knew I was dreaming and wasn't quite sure when I'd wake up. I'd decided to take advantage of the situation.
My arms wrapped around her in an embrace so tight that I feared smothering her, "Katherine, I miss you so much!"
Perhaps it was time that affected me so much and made me question my love for this woman. She'd always been mine. How could I even question my love for her? Although Elena helped me heal from the sudden loss of Katherine, she did have a completely different personality. It was beautiful in itself, but she wasn't my girl.
"I've missed you, too, Stefan," she whispered into my ear before she trailed her tongue down my neck
I moaned in encouragement, and helped her as she worked at my clothes. Her bare body rubbed up against my clothed one, and I couldn't stand the resistance anymore. The friction made my jeans suffocate my crotch. It was getting unbearably tight.
I wanted to be a gentleman in this, but like I'd said before, I had no idea when I'd wake up, so there was no time for that.
Instead, my hand curled into her hair while my lips crushed against hers in urgent movements. My arm snaked around her small waist as I spun her around so that she had her back pressed up against the wall I was previously against. My lips never broke from hers as I lifted her lithe body up and pressed harder against her. Her legs snaked around my waist even as she removed all of my clothes. Her hands were all over me - my waist, chest, back, in my hair, and everywhere in between.
I froze, "Katherine, what about protection?"
She laughed at me, "Stefan, this is a dream. Protection isn't needed."
"Right," I'd said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I was already as hard as a rock, and there was no need for encouragement. I eased back just a bit to enter into her, and I could feel contact with her at the tip.
Just a bit more…
"Stefan!" somebody yelled.
I did my best to ignore it, but the dream was slowly fading away as I came into consciousness. Katherine disappeared right before my very eyes, and I yelled.
"Katherine! No!"
It came out as a scream in my dream, but it was just a whisper as I was sucked back into the oblivion called the "real" world. It was so upsetting. I'd only had that little bit of time with the love of my life. A dream that was now just a figment of my imagination.
Worse: Damon was the one who woke me up!
"What the hell?" I yelled as he looked at me casually from across the room while he leaned against the wall. "How'd you get in here? You're not welcome!"
"Nonsense," he smirked. "I knocked, and Mrs. Flowers answered. When I told her that I was your brother she said that any friend or family of Stefan's is always welcome here."
"What time is it?" I asked as I looked at the digital clock.
"A bit past 2AM," he said casually as he cleaned the dirt under his nails with his other ones.
"Damon," I growled, "you come to my home at two in the morning, wake up my only other roommate, and come into my room to wake me up? You are impossible! What do you want?"
"One," he began, "I didn't come here at two in the morning, I said it was a bit past two in the morning. Two: I didn't wake up Mrs. Flowers. That estranged woman is nocturnal, and three: I want to tell you that you're getting a new roommate. Oh, and also that you have a tent pitched down South."
My eyes widened, and sure enough as I looked down my body. There it was under the covers. I quickly shook my head and turned to my side. I'm sure it wasn't anything Damon had never seen before, so I just did my best to be subtle about it.
"Who's my new roommate?" I asked as I tried going back to sleep…desperately, if I may add.
"Me," he said in a chipper voice.
I opened my eyes again and stared at him. The moonlight seemed to reflect off of his eyes and black raven hair. His long sleeved white shirt hung loosely from his body and his black jeans had a bit of dirt on them at the bottom. He also had a pair of white Adidas on. An odd contrast compared to his night shaded outfits.
"You're taking the other bedroom in the boardinghouse?" I asked in a 'you can't be serious' tone.
"Yup," he said as he popped the "p".
"Great," I groaned. "Now that you have your own bedroom, get out of mine!"
"Will do," he chuckled. "Night night, Little Brother. I'd say "sweet dreams", but by the looks of it, you're already having them."
"I was," I mumbled, "until you came along and turned it into a nightmare."
I heard a breathless chuckle escape him as his footsteps fell hard on the old floors while he made his way out.
I was too tired to fix my "problem", so I just went back to sleep. I was a bit sad when I didn't see Katherine in my dreams again. Hell, I didn't even see Elena. I did see Damon, though, so I didn't sleep very well. Thank heavens I didn't have to work later today.