A/N: This picks up right after the meet. Stefan and Elena are on their date

Elena hummed as she looked over her menu. "Everything looks so good. What are you getting?" She looked up at Stefan. His menu wasn't even open; all his attention was focused on Elena. He showed no sign of having heard her question. "Stefan? Earth to Stefan."

"What?" He blinked his eyes a few times. "I'm sorry, Elena, did you say something?"

Elena giggled. "I can't decide what I'm going to have and I wanted to know what you were having. What were you thinking about?" She set her menu down on her plate, crossing her arms and leaning on her elbows.

Stefan seemed to be evaluating her question. "You. Us."

"What about us?" A smile crept onto Elena's features as she watched Stefan, a slightly playful edge to her tone.

"Well, I know we haven't been together that long, only a month, but I love you so much." Stefan reached a hand across the table.

Elena took his hand, squeezing lightly. "I love you too."

Stefan smiled at her, his eyes glowing in the dimly lit restaurant. "So, I was thinking about our relationship, and I want to take the next step." He paused. "Elena, will you move in with me?"

Tears began to fall as Elena looked at Stefan. He stared back at her; his eyes were full of emotion. She saw his love for her and hope that she would agree, but also fear, fear of being rejected. "Of course, Stefan. I already live there. It feels more like home than my own apartment." She reached her other hand across the table; Stefan took it, relief evident in his expression.

"Great. That's a relief." He sighed, face glowing with happiness. "Now, you were wondering about food." He picked up his menu. "Let's see."

Elena's phone vibrated in her pocket. She slid it out, unlocking it to read the message from Vicki. "Hmm."

Stefan looked up from their dinner bill. "What is it?" He asked.

Elena set her phone down. "Oh, nothing. That was Vicki, the girls want to go clubbing." She shrugged.

Stefan signed the bill, setting it to the side for the waiter to pick up. He slid his credit card back into his wallet. "You should go."

"Why? I already have someone, besides, that cuts into Stelena time." She smiled mischievously at him.

Stefan laughed, "First, Stelena?"

Elena giggled. "Caroline came up with it. Stefan and Elena. Stelena."

He nodded. "I like it. I still think you should go."

"But I wanna hang out with you." She whined.

"So I will go too. I'll get Nik and Kol to go with me and it will be a team celebration. Elena, I don't want you to miss out on bonding with your team because of me, okay?"

She nodded.

"Alright, the bill is paid. What time are they heading out?"

Elena checked her phone. "10:30, which gives me 45 minutes to get ready."

Stefan stood from his seat, rounding the table to help Elena up. "Well then, let's get you dressed for the club." He leaned closer as he helped her with her jacket. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke. "I hope you packed your sexy clothes."

Elena felt a shiver run down her back. Pressing her body into Stefan's chest elicited a groan from Stefan. "Now might be the time to thank Caroline." She whispered back.

His voice was husky when his reply came. "Bet on it." Stefan stood up straight, zipping up his jacket. Elena picked her swim bag up from beside their table. Together they left the restaurant, hands intertwined between them.

Elena heard a gentle knock at her door. "Just a minute." She called back as she slid her last earing in before checking her hair in the mirror. Another knock, louder this time. "Coming."

She tripped over a pair of shoes as she made her way to the door. "Shit." She swore, catching herself on the hotel room's desk. Elena stumbled to the door, opening it. Stefan stood at her door. He was dressed in dark skinny jeans hanging low on his narrow hips and white V-neck. His shirt was slightly tattered – obviously going for a slightly disheveled look. Over his shirt, Stefan wore the same leather jacket as before. She eyed his feet, noting he wore his trademark leather boots. Her eyes traveled back up his body, appreciating every bit of exposed skin or tight clothing. Finally, her gaze reached his face. Stefan's sandy blonde hair was messier than usual, which Elena thought was a better compliment to his outfit than his usual hair.

Her eyes met his. They sparkled with an air of mischief. "Are you done eye-fucking me, Miss. Gilbert?" A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"As a matter of fact, I was." Elena winked at him. "What are you doing here?"

Stefan shrugged, "Nik sent me to check on you. Everyone else is down in the lobby waiting to go. Just waiting on you, slow poke."

"Haha, very funny. Let me get my jacket." She turned back into her room, leaving the door open as she searched for her jacket.

Stefan took the opportunity to appreciate Elena's outfit. "Did you like spy on me and pick something that would match me?" He called out to Elena.

Elena walked past Stefan, shutting her door and sliding her arms into her leather jacket. She glanced down at her outfit. She too wore dark jeans, although while Stefan's were merely skinny Elena's were skintight. She wore a sequined white tank top, cut very low. Her feet were encased in black pumps at least five inches tall. Her hair fell lightly around her shoulders in loose curls and a silver locket hung around her neck. She shrugged. "No, it's just a happy coincidence."

"Well, let's not keep everyone waiting any longer." Stefan began to head toward the elevator, Elena trailing behind, absentmindedly fiddling with her bracelets.

"You are wearing make up." Stefan commented as they stepped into the elevator.

"Is it too much?" Elena asked, suddenly worried as her hands flew to her face.

Stefan stopped her before she could touch her face. He pulled her closer. "No, you look beautiful." He leaned in for a kiss, only to be met with Elena's cheek. "What's wrong?"

"What if someone sees us?" She asked.

"The advantage to you having a room on the tenth floor is that we have at least a minute before the elevator gets close to the lobby." Elena smiled, leaning in for the kiss she had previously denied Stefan.

Drinks rattled against the table with the force of the base. Music echoed around the dark club and strobe lights flashed in unison with the beat. Not really Stefan's scene, but Elena was enjoying herself and that made him happy. While she was dancing with some of the other girls Stefan was situated at a table with Nik and Kol. Nik and Kol were talking about something but Stefan wasn't listening. All his attention was focused on Elena, or more accurately, on Elena's body. The way she moved to match the rhythm was mesmerizing to Stefan. Her hip movements made him want to drag her from the dance floor and do very dirty things to her in a dark corner of the club. He resisted, in great part because he didn't want the rest of the team to discover their relationship.

Stefan watched as Elena and a few of her friends began to make their way towards where he sat with Kol and Nik. They were whispering about something and giggling uncontrollably. Stefan was officially intrigued. They stopped in front of him, Elena standing slightly ahead of the other two girls.

"Stefan." She said, more like stated.

"Elena." Her eyes flashed at his subtle mockery of her. "Can I help you with something?" He asked, an air of indifference coloring his voice. He loved bating her like this, when she had no way to get back at him.

"Yes, the girls were saying there was no way you would ever dance, especially after you told Vicki you don't dance. I said that I bet I could get you to dance. So, dance with me?" She winked at him.

"I don't know, Elena. What makes you so special? I meant it when I told Vicki that I don't dance." Elena sucked on her bottom lip, kneading it with her teeth. Stefan longed to replace her teeth with his own.

"Because you love me." She mouthed. He raised and eyebrow at her, his challenge written all over his face. He shook his head slightly at her, signaling that wasn't a good enough reason for those watching them.

"Come on, Stefan. I just broke and pool record and won MVP. If anyone deserves a dance, it's me." She set her hands on her hips; face defiant. Her eyes told the real story, begging him to dance with her. He saw love and lust reflected equally in her deep brown eyes.

"Yeah, Stefan. She deserves a dance." Piped up one of the girls behind Elena, Anna, he thought.

"Come on, Rippa, give the girl a dance. Unless you're afraid Love will show you up." Stefan glanced at Nik, understanding the true meaning to his words. He was giving Stefan permission to interact with Elena on the level they usually kept hidden from the team. "Live up to your name and tear it apart. I dare you."

Stefan pretended to think about it. Of course he was going to dance with Elena, no way would he pass up the chance to feel her body on his. "Hmmm, I guess I can find it in me to give you a dance." He stood up. Elena smiled at him, victory coloring her features.

He took her offered hand. "Feel special, Gilbert."

"Hey, Nik." Nik raised his head, looking at Elena. "I better not see you on that dance floor."

Nik laughed. "Don't worry, Love. I am all about Caroline."

"Yeah, won't shut up about her, as a matter of fact." Kol added.

Elena giggled, turning back towards the dance floor. She led Stefan straight to the middle, where it would be hardest for others to see them.

Once safely hidden in the mosh pit Stefan slid his arms around Elena's waist. He pulled her body flush against his. "That was a daring move, babe."

Elena dropped her head back onto his chest, moving her hips against his. "I agreed to go clubbing because you wanted me to. I did not agree to give up my Stefan time. This is how I am getting my fix." She turned in his arms, reaching up to wind her fingers into his hair. "I couldn't stand not touching you. I knew you wouldn't say no to me. You love me too much."

Stefan smiled down at her. "I could never deny you anything you want. I love you so much." Elena's face lit up. "Think I could sneak a kiss?"

She glanced around. The lights in the club had dimmed as a slower song came on. "I think you can risk it." She reached up onto her toes as Stefan brought his lips down to hers. What began as a gentle kiss quickly turned into a passionate duel between tongues, lips, and even teeth. Stefan's hands groped her body, hands running up and down her back, pulling at her hips, and fisting her hair.

Elena moaned into Stefan's mouth, enjoying his mouth dominating hers. She tugged on his hair, exerting control the only way she could. She was rewarded with a low growl from Stefan.

The lights began to move faster and brighter as the song changed. Stefan and Elena broke apart, gasping for air. "That was more than a kiss, Mr. Salvatore." Elena chastised, her eyes filled with mirth.

Stefan shrugged, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He bent closer to her, "It was worth it." He murmured against her lips, lightly nipping her bottom lip before soothing it with his lips.

"Why does Elena get to call you Nik? I thought only your friends called you that." Nik turned towards Alana. She was pouting. It was not attractive. "And why are she and Stefan so chummy?"

Nik took a sip from his drink, smirking. "Elena calls me Nik because we are friends. I'm dating her best friend. As for her and Stefan, they are friends. The four of us hang out."

Alana crossed her arms. "I think something more is going on between them. Which is against YOUR rules." She spoke defiantly, proud of herself.

Nik shrugged. "I don't see a problem." Beside him Kol chuckled, amused at Alana's antics.

"You said that dating a coach was forbidden and now you are saying you're okay with Stefan and Elena sleeping together." Her voice escalated in pitch and volume.

"I said from the moment of my announcement." He corrected. "And I never said Stefan and Elena were sleeping together. You decided that on your own." He took another drink before setting the empty glass down on the table. "Look, I'm sorry that Stefan rejected you. I truly am. But it's time you let this go. You're letting your hurt feelings and rivalry with Elena dictate your behavior and quite frankly it is unbecoming."

Alana glared at Nik. "But this isn't fair, Klaus. Right, Kol?"

She turned to her other coach, hoping for support from the more laid back of the two. "Life isn't fair, Alana." He slammed the last of his drink. "Brother," he clapped a hand on Nik's shoulder, "I'm off to dance. Don't get too lonely." He disappeared into the gyrating crowd.

"Urgh." Alana stormed off.

"Are you tired?" Stefan asked, running a hand over Elena's hair.

Elena shook her head. "No, I'm okay, you?"

"Are you sure you're not really tired? I can walk you back to the hotel." Stefan stated, his hand coming to rest on her ass. He squeezed lightly.

Elena caught on. "I'm dead on my feet. I think I need to get back to the hotel."

Stefan smirked. "I'll take you home." He pulled her along behind him towards Nik. As they approached the table Stefan dropped Elena's hand, noting that a few girls from the team were sitting with Nik.

"Enjoy your dance, Love? Rippa?" Nik asked, winking not so subtly at the pair.

Elena shrugged. "It was okay." Stefan, standing close behind her, lightly pinched her ass. She fought the urge to react. Her slight jerk before she quelled her surprise caused Stefan to chuckle. She casually reached a hand back, resting just above his belt. She slid it down as she spoke. "I'm actually getting tired. I think I'm going to head back."

Nik nodded. "Stefan, will you go with her? Caroline would kill me if something happened to her." Stefan nodded, unable to find words as Elena's hand teased him. "Thanks, Mate. Means a lot." Nik passed their jackets across the table. "Hope you had fun." He winked again, sexual innuendo plain in his tone and evident in his eyes.

Stefan helped Elena with her jacket before shucking into his. He took her arm, leading her towards the exit.

"Stefan, stop!" Elena gasped between giggles. She was pressed up against the wall of the elevator, Stefan's weight holding her in place, preventing any escape. His lips were on her neck as he tickled her sides.

"Make me." He challenged before attacking her neck and sides with renewed vigor. His kisses to her neck became more slow and sensual as his hands moved around her waist.

Elena moaned, her eyes sliding shut and head falling back against the wall. Her fingers found his head, grasping his hair and holding his face to her neck. She whined as Stefan's lips stilled. Then he was kissing his way up her neck, across her jaw to her mouth. He kissed her lightly. "I love you." He murmured against her lips.

"I love you too."

Loud knocking at Elena's door woke Stefan and Elena the next morning. "Elena? Elena, it's Vicki. Are you up? We have to leave in half an hour. Klaus wants everyone in the lobby within 15 minutes. Elena?"

They looked at each other, slightly panicked. "Shit, Stefan. She can't know you're in here."

"Elena?" Vicki called again. "Elena, Klaus told me I have to see you to make sure you're moving."

Elena's eyes bulged in panic. "Stefan, hide."

He looked at her, eyes still groggy with sleep, hair sticking up at all angles. "What?"

"Hide." She hissed, climbing out of bed and searching for clothes.

She picked up Stefan's t-shirt. "Elena, you can't wear that, she will know."

"Damn it!" She cursed, searching for her own clothes to cover her. She found her panties under the bed, her bra resting on top of the tv, and her shirt was laying by the door. She quickly collected Stefan's clothes.

"Coming." She called before turning to Stefan and tossing his clothes at him. "Hide." She whispered again. Stefan caught his clothes, sliding out of bed to lay on the floor, out of the line of sight form the door.

Elena opened her door. "Hi, Vicki. Sorry, I was really tired from yesterday. Thanks for waking me up."

"No problem." Vicki replied, looking Elena up and down. "Are you okay?"

Elena nodded. "Fine, just kinda out of it. Just woke up, ya know?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. Klaus gets kinda insistent." A muffled curse sounded for behind Elena's bed. Vicki glanced behind Elena, confused. "What was that?"

"Nothing. Do you need anything else? I have to pack and take a quick shower." Elena asked, anxious to get rid of Vicki.

"No, see you in 15." Vicki turned to leave. Elena quickly shut the door before Vicki could think of anything else.

Elena sagged against the door. Stefan's laughter echoed throughout the room. "That was close."

Elena glared at him. "What was that about? God, I feel like a teenager hiding a boy from her parents."

Stefan looped his belt before fastening the buckle. "I hit my funny bone when I was trying to put my pants on." He picked up his shirt, grinning at her.

"Why do you look so smug? We almost got caught." Elena still felt the adrenaline running through her veins.

Stefan chuckled. "You have sex hair, Elena."

Elena's hands flew to her hair. "That's why Vicki was staring. Shit, I hope she didn't figure it out." She looked at Stefan. "You have sex hair too, Mister." She pulled her shirt off, tossing it on her suitcase. "I need a shower."

"Love it, let's go."

Elena glared at Stefan. "There is no way we are making it downstairs in 15 minutes if you join me."

"I need a shower too, and think of the environment." His eyes twinkled at her.

"Fine, but not funny business." She jabbed a finger at him.

Stefan raised his arms. "Hey, it's not –"

Elena cut him off. "Stefan. Just showering. Promise me." He nodded, undoing his belt before slipping out of his pants and removing his shirt.

"Fine, I shall control myself. I promise." He pouted.

Elena smiled at him. "Don't be so sad, Stefan, there is always the elevator."

Stefan growled as he lunged for Elena. She tried to dodge his arms but he was too quick for her. "On second thought," he slug her over his shoulder, "I rescind me promise."

A/N: Thoughts? Catch any show lines?