Stefan
I'm startled at first, from the confession, how could she be so understanding and patient with me, willing to accept me and all my flaws? I don't want to mislead her and fuck up everything like I always do in my life. She might be honest with me about how she feels, when she says I matter to her, and of course she matters to me, but if I really let her in, I'm allowing her to crush my soul, if it comes down to that. But that's not the problem, I can handle pain, but I can't carry anymore of the guilt, and knowing how much I could hurt her and risk her from getting the things she loves taken away from her, from destroying her marriage, and her son possibly getting taken away, I can't help but feel a little selfish, but at the same time, the guilt in the aftermath will be the last straw. It will destroy me, but being with her right now, it melts away those fears and doubts, it's like I know the risk, but I have to know her.
I have to be with her, because she inspires me, inspires me to be good, she makes me feel like I am flying on top of the world and before only drugs could do that for me. And I watch her lean back, her eyes unguarded, as I see her smile softly at me, not out of pity but something I couldn't decipher in her brown eyes.
Finally, she speaks.
"I have no intentions of doing that." I hear her promise, as she gently leans her lips into mine, she kisses me, pulling me back from the edge again, as I lose myself in her.
I kiss her back, entangling my hand in her hair, deepening the kiss, she kisses me back, hands roaming my body, neither one of us breaking the kiss, as I lean her down, on top of her, I hear her erotic heartbeat against my chest, and I can't help but smile as we make out, my hand drifting up her shirt, her body warm against my wandering hand.
She pushes into me with her body a little, but I pull back, panting a long with her.
"I hope you mean that." I whisper into her skin as my nose brushes against her neck, my lips finding her sweet spot, nipping at the skin.
"Every... word." She pants against me, trying to catch her breath as I gently latch my teeth onto her neck, sucking lightly.
She moans against me, her hands in my hair, encouraging me.
"Good." I whisper, my hands drifting up her shirt, her heart beat rushing against me.
I feel her tense up though, so I pull my hand out, and gently kiss her lips, pulling myself back, she pants.
"Sorry.." She whispers, her hands running along her hair.
"No, I understand." I whisper, laying back down on the bed, I pull her closer to me.
I look down at her face and she smiles, resting her head on my chest, I close my eyes and gently runs my fingers through her hair, stroking it.
"I don't want to sleep.." I whisper, opening my eyes a little in fear that I made of fallen without knowing and this was another nightmare
But when I feel her warm hand in mine, stroking my knuckles with her thumb, I relax, closing my eyes.
"I'll fight away all your nightmares.." She whispers, pressing a kiss to my knuckles, and she snuggles closer to me. Her voice sounds sleepy and I chuckle lightly in the dark, feeling myself drifting from the world again.
Elena
My eyes open, from the sun in them, I groan and feel a pair of strong arms against my waist, I smile, turning over a little to get a look at the man holding me captive. The sun is shining in his eyes, too, as he tries to roll over away from it, but he has such a tight grip on me and he must be still asleep.
"Stefan." I giggle, whispering as he turns over, taking me with him, he groans and mumbles something incoherent in response, his short breaths against my shoulder tell me that he is sleeping.
No nightmares for him which is good, looks like I really fought them away,liked I promised, before we went to bed, last night was tough on both of us, but I was grateful he finally let me in, now I understand the way he is, and I can help him, be there for him, because he has no one and it makes me sad. I smile, as he pulls me closer in his sleep, relaxing in my thoughts, I feel my heavy eyelids droop as I too, fall back into a peaceful sleep.
I wake up again, Stefan's arms are still around me, and I bury my face in his pillow, not wanting to get up now.
He groans too, and yawns, stretching out.
"Good morning." He whispers, against my shoulder, rubbing the scruff of his stubble against it.
I giggle lightly as it tickles against my shoulder.
"Stefan, stop." I mumble, slugging him in the arm with my free hand.
He ignores me and lightly bites my shoulder, causing me to jump against his embrace, a wave of pleasure goes through me.
"Stefan." I grit my teeth, trying to keep my voice firm, but I find myself flailing as I laugh.
"I'm going to bite you, right back." I say, turning around and straddling him, his hands go to my thigh and I pull down his hoodie a little bit, his hands rubbing my thighs gently, waiting.
My hair spills over his my face as I lean down, he goes to move it out of his face, but I slap his hands away, pressing my nose against the side of his neck, he smells so good like cologne.
I brush my lips against his neck and he groans lightly.
I smirk and hold down his hands over his head, getting a good balance for what I was about to do.
His green eyes stare into mine, he licks his lips and I lean down further, biting onto the side of his neck.
He groans again, as move my body against his in a teasing motion, I don't know what's fueling me to do this since I said I didn't want to go all the way last night, but I need to feel him pressed close to me like this again.
"Alright, that's enough of that." He gasps, as he grabs my wrists and pins me down, his body hovering over mine.
I look into his eyes, and he stares into mine, his green eyes is filled with lust as he leans down and kisses me, my hands find his back, as I kick him lightly with my toe, digging it into his rib cage.
He jumps lightly and pulls back, looking at me, and I wonder what he's thinking as we both breathe heavily.
"Breakfast?" He asks, chuckling, a mischievous glint in his green eyes, and it makes me shudder.
"Yes." I finally whisper and he gets up and pulls me along, his hand intertwined with mine as we enter his cramped kitchen.
"What's on the menu?" I ask, confused, still holding his hand.
"I was thinking... you." He says, looking over at me and I feel my cheeks heat up.
But I can't let myself say no to him, his smirk grows into a smug smile as he reaches down, picking me up and leaning me against the kitchen counter top, the granite feels strange against my butt, cold, I shudder, as his body gets in between my legs, running his hands down my thighs, gently.
"Just tell me when to stop." He whispers, against my ear and I feel my skin prickle at the rush of tingles that go through me.
I'm not sure why he wanted to do it here, in the kitchen but it was beyond hot and it's turning me on.
His hands stay on my thighs as he moves my butt closer to him, his hands on my thighs, he leans down and kisses me hard, I moan effortlessly and kiss him back, my cheeks turning red, as his fingers pull my legs apart from my inner thigh, my heart beat beings to thud against my chest.
He starts to pull back but I shake my head in the kiss, and runs my fingers into his hair, tugging it a little bit.
He's fueled by this when he sticks his tongue into my mouth, and massages my mouth with his tongue, exploring it, it's enough to drive me wild as he gently pulls off my boy shorts, my underwear slides against my nub and I almost moan at the pleasure, as if he was teasing me with this, and he probably was, giving me a little preview of what's to come.
He tongue plays with mine, the granite is cold against my legs as he pushes me further back.
His hands are along my inner thigh, he pulls back and starts kissing my neck, latching onto my sweet spot, my hips buck and I'm embarrassed the way my body responds to his teasing.
I feel them at the waste band of my panties, gently tugging those off too, there I am bare naked on the counter top, shivering from the cold, I start to feel myself get turned on, when Stefan pushes me back, causing excitement to rush through my veins as my covered back hits the granite.
He grabs my foot and begins kissing up it, past my ankles, and I watch him with half closed lids.
His lips travel up my knee cap, closer, I think, feeling myself blush as he starts kissing my inner thigh, his breathing heavy against my thigh, making me more turned on then I was before.
He takes one long lick at my core, causing me to close my eyes and lean my head back all the way.
"Oh god." I whimper as he continues doing this, his hands spreading my legs apart as he goes deeper, adding his tongue into the mix.
I moan again, feeling as I'm going to bash my head against this counter top, my hands finds his hair, yanking on it, as he pleasures me with his tongue, beads of sweat drop down my forehead.
"Oh my god, don't stop." I moan loud, feeling my insides start to explode and all I can see is stars when I try to open my eyes, I feel a familiar tightening in my stomach, as his tongue massages my sensitive nub, I pant, and still hold onto his hair.
"F-uck." I let out another breathy moan as I feel something plunge into of me, I open my eyes a little and see he's jamming his fingers inside of me.
I lean my head back, again, rolling my hips against his fingers, my begging turns into demands as I demand him not to stop, he looks up at me while he does it, pure concentration in his green eyes as he notices what I moan to and what I'm partial too.
I feel my stomach drop and I cry out, going on my first orgasm, as he breaths heavily against my leg.
"I'm just taking a break." He mumbles as he bites down on my inner thigh, sending more shivers up my spine, as I try to catch my breath, a break? like he was going to do this more then once?
I feel my heart beat pick up against my sweaty chest.
"Sorry but you just taste too good." He whispers, and I watch him taste the fingers he just put inside of me, a huge blush on my face, as he tells me to lay back down, I obey and he pulls me back under again.
Eventually, I see another flash of white, going onto my third orgasm, my legs are shaking underneath him and he pulls back, I can't believe he was standing all the time, I'm amazed at his body strength.
I wipe the sweat from my forehead and pant, trying to catch my breath, as I look down at him, he's watching me intently, his green eyes not leaving mine.
I start to get up but I feel to dizzy.
"I'll help you." He whispers, grabbing my boy shorts from the floor and sliding them back onto me, he holds out his hand, a cocky smirk on his face as I take it, he lifts me out of the table and I almost fall against him unable to stand.
"I take it your husband doesn't do that?" He whispers into my ear and I feel myself blush against his chest.
I hit him lightly, with the little strength I have left.
"Shut up." I mumble, and he chuckles lightly, picking me up bridal style and setting me down on the chair, I slow my breathing as I look up at him.
"Now, let me really cook you breakfast."
I blush deeply, laying my head down, as I hear him bang around some pots in the kitchen, eventually I lift up my head and watch him, he's shirtless and his face is smiling as he cracks some eggs in a bowl, I watch as it whisks it, his eyes finally meet mine and I give him a small smile.
How the fuck did I end up with someone so charming but so tortured but also, so sexy that I felt like a hot mess next to him? I think he knows about much I really like him, because when he's cooking, I catch him giving me little glances, making my skin crawl. At this point, I don't care about Matt, in fact I'm doing what Caroline had said, acting on my darkest desires and damn does it feel so good. Now I fully understand where Caroline was coming with Tom.. their relationship, Caroline was so happy, and now I'm so happy, but I couldn't bear if Matt found out, I think it would destroy us, so, I might as well enjoy this while it lasts, but Stefan finally opened up to me, told me some parts of his tragic pasts, and it was dark and it was heavy and I know this is turning into more then lust, I have a guy that finally understands me, and makes me laugh, and knows how to make me sweat in other areas, and honestly, he melted all the fears and doubts I hold deep inside of my mind, I'm going to enjoy this, enjoy him.
Stefan sets down the plate of eggs, and sits next to me, handing me a metal fork, I take it from him. I shiver a little bit, it was kind of cold today, he takes off his hoodie and hands it to me and I smile, putting it on.
"Thanks." I smile, digging in and he digs in also, there's not much talking, which is fine, because it's a comfortable silence, neither of us in an awkward position or hiding from each other.
When I finish, I set the fork down on the plate and it makes a clang noise.
Stefan's green eyes look into mine, sending shivers up my spine.
"Blunts after breakfast?" He asks with a cheeky smile, and I nod, taking his warm hand into mine.
We sit down on the couch where we shared our kiss and I lean back into him, watching him lean forward and set the papers on the wooden table, my eyes scan down to his fingers, working quick as he wraps the weed into a confined space, he picks up his creation and licks the top, folding it over, until he makes a blunt.
Once he's done he leans back and I fall against his chest, smiling, as he looks down at me, handing me the lighter, he hands me the blunt. And I raise it to my lips, taking the lighter, lighting it up, the smell makes me smile as I inhale it, holding it in, I lean my head back against his chest, and blow it out.
He looks down at me,a sly smile on his face.
"When did you start smoking?" He asks, and I shrug my shoulders, taking another hit.
"High school, my first boyfriend introduced me to it." I say, looking up at him as I see him nod, I hand him the blunt.
He inhales. And holds it in longer, closing his eyes as he blows it out.
We finish the fat blunt and I'm still on his lap, watching as he leans his head back along the couch, everything isn't tense, it's cool, as I play with the strings along his shorts, finally he speaks up, making me jump a little.
"I wanted to be a lawyer." He says, looking down at my reaction.
I gasp lightly, starting to giggle.
He jabs me in the ribs, in a teasing manner and I laugh harder, my head falling onto his lap.
"A lawyer?" A gasp between breaths.
"Yes." He says, as he strokes my hair.
"Well, I never wanted to be one, my father wanted me to be one."
I stop laughing and stare up at him, he seems so innocent from the angle, I reach up and brush my fingers against the stubble on his chin, the texture feels weird against my fingertips.
"What did you wanna be?" I ask, and he smiles, looking down at me, his green eyes shining with joy.
"I wanted to be a doctor." He whispers, putting a soft hand on my stomach.
"Why didn't you?" I whisper, feeling like he's touching my soul as he gently rubs my stomach.
It sends shivers down my spine.
"Well, I got into this.. my dad kicked me out and Tom taught me how to do this shit, and I enjoy it, so I kind of put that dream on hold, plus I couldn't go to medical school.." He trails off, and I sigh deeply.
My poor baby not being able to follow his dreams because of his father, he looks down and notices the anger in my eyes.
"Well, that's not fair." I spit out, and he just chuckles, stroking my hair with his hands.
"Calm down killer." He mumbles, pressing a light kiss to my forehead.
"Well, I can't help it, it's bull shit, please tell me your mother was better." I say, raising my voice a little bit.
But he shakes his head sadly, a sad smile falls on his lips and it almost makes me regretting bringing his mother into this.
"Nah, she died from cancer when I was sixteen.." He whispers, his eyes fill with grief and I lean up to touch his face again, it feels smooth against my fingers.
"I'm sorry." I whisper, touching his face in a soothing manner.
But he shrugs a little, letting me touch his face, his eyes closed.
"Well, shit happens.. what about you?" He asks, looking down at me.
"Well believe or not my family was less then picture perfect.. my mom, she was really heavy into drugs, she almost killed my brother with the amount of drugs she did during her pregnancy, luckily we got him out just in time, he was preemie, but by the grace of God, he lived.
Anyways, my mom was using really bad, and I kind of had to grow up and take care of my brother, and my dad was working so hard, and he would come home with grease stains all over his hands, messy hair, darker circles under his eyes from the night before, I could tell her was really losing himself, and I would always ask him, why are you doing this? She only spends the money on her stupid drug addiction, but he would just smile sadly, and touch my face, telling me I would understand one day, that love makes us do crazy things.. Anyways, by the time I was 16 I was working at a restaurant full time, trying to pay the bills and trying to go to school, and trying to take care of my brother. And one night I come home and she's digging through my purse, looking for money, and it made me so angry because she didn't work for this
money, and she wants to just steal it.
Eventually, she got help, but it wasn't the same and my brother and I barely talk to her, I don't know how, you know? Why would she do that to us? Why should she try to get clean and then ask her to forgive us when she did too many fucked up things? I can't find it in my heart to forgive her.
Stefan nods his head, an expression of stone on his face.
"So, you do know how I feel?" He asks in a quiet voice, hands still running through my hair.
I nod, and look up at him, gently grazing my teeth with my lip, I didn't feel like crying right now.
"And..then I met Matt, and he helped me, life became easier when him.. So, I guess that's why I keep up my image, and walk around like I'm perfect, constantly fearing that people are going to dig into my past, and found out where I actually came from.
I whisper, and he nods, an understanding in his green eyes.
"Let me show you something." He whispers, as he takes my hand in a comfortable way.
I nod, as he raises me up from the couch, and he starts walking down the hall, I look at all the beautiful painting on the wall, so colorful and exotic, and beautiful, I make a note to ask him who painted them later.
He grabs a string from the ceiling and a pair of stairs come down, he starts to climb then looks down at me.
"Be careful it's kind of dusty." He says in a embarrassed tone and I start to climb too.
We reach a room, it's a huge room, covered with boxing gear, a punching bag, hanging in the corner, dummy knifes and bars sit in the other corner.
"What is this?" I whisper, looking at him.
His smile makes me smile as he explains this is another one of his hobbies: boxing.
"You box?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah." He says, smirking as he grabs some gloves in the corner.
He tosses them to me, and I catch them, feeling the leather against my skin.
"I'll spar you..." He says, turning to me with a lazy smile.
"I don't even know how to box." I argue as I put on the gloves.
"Here, let me teach the basics."
Suddenly he's behind me and his breath in my ear, making me flinch a little, from the closeness, I feel my body heat up against his warmth.
"Well, it's easy." He whispers, moving his hands along my hoodie, I love the way his fingers feel against my clothed skin, as he presses into my ribs lightly.
"First you get down your basic punches and kicks, and then we move onto pressure points, which I'm going to teach you."
I feel myself zone out a little as he presses into my side again with his fingers, his voice a whisper against my ear, I feel his hot breath against my neck.
"Alright, spread your legs a little." He whispers, and I obey spreading them until he says stop.
"They should be shoulder width apart." He says, as he steps back a little, judging my form, I have to stop myself from whining as chill get sent down my body from the cold.
"You're gonna have to take off the hoodie, Elena." He says, his face patient as he pulls back, but I see that familiar glint of mischievous in his eyes as I reach for the end and lift if up over my head, I throw it somewhere in the room as I fix my hair, looking at him.
Now I'm standing in nothing but my boy shorts and a short tank top.
He resumes his place, and I can't see his face, but I'm sure his green eyes are scanning my body, I feel my heart beat pick up as he presses down on my ribs again.
"Alright, now that you're in the stance.. put your hands up." He whispers and I obey again, putting my hands up, so their covering my face.
"Alright, good girl, now.." He gently takes my hands and I wonder why he hasn't just pushed me against the wall and kissed me already, but part of me was eager to learn this, and Stefan was being an excellent teacher.
He rolls them so their in a fist and he stands back, admiring his work.
"Alright now do a little bounce, something to get you going." He says, as he watches me and suddenly I feel self conscious, as I do a little bounce. He watches me, and I
feel my cheeks heat up again, my heartbeat in my throat.
"Good, good.. now go like this." He starts to bounce up and down, mimicking the position I'm in as he juts his fists forward, showing me a couple punches.
He looks at me and moves closer, holding his hands out in front of my face, I try to do what he just did but he laughs as I punch his hand.
"no, no you're too tense, relax." He whispers as he comes behind me, you should be using this strength, he says as his hands come up to my abdomen, squeezing lightly.
I gulp slightly and nod, and he lets go.
"And remember chin down and elbows in." He says, as he stands in front of me, holding out his hands.
I follow his instructions and punch his hand, keeping my chin down and elbows in.
I hear his grunt as I punch, which I'm taken is a good sign.
"Alright, good, good." He says, impressed.
I smile up at him, gloves still on.
"Now I'm going to teach you pressure points." He says, as he comes behind me.
He begins to show me the different pressure points, as he touches my forehead, my neck, my throat, my arms, each touch sends a fire through my body as I try to control my breathing.
"Oh and kicks are easy, you can always kick here." He lifts up my foot and runs a finger along my shin, making me feel dizzy.
"Or here." He says, gliding the finger to my calf.
"Alright." He lets my foot down gently and claps his hands together.
"Ready to spar?" He asks, a smile on my face, and part of me is confused because he just touched some vulnerable body parts of me and still didn't want to push me up against the wall, I guess he really wants me to learn this.
"Ready when you are." I say, looking up at him, his green eyes is filled with determination as he puts on his boxing gloves.
"One, two, three." He whispers, and I get into my stance, putting my hands up, and keeping my chin and elbows in check, as I bounce up and down, he does the same, as he swipes with a punch to the left but I duck, getting him in the stomach, he grunts low, as recovers, throwing a punch at my head, but I block it with my hand, getting closer to him.
"Not bad." He murmurs and I start to smile but he surprises me with a kick to my shin, I grunt in pain as I fall down, he's on top of me, and has me in a headlock, I don't know why but it doesn't scare me as he chokes me slowly, probably waiting for me to tap out, but I go to punch him with my glove, and he blocks, it and finally I tap his arm, he lets go, and I fall on the ground panting, we couldn't have been fighting for more then two minutes.
He grabs my hand, but I shake my head, and he leans down next to me, his expression worried as he touches my face.
"Elena, you okay?" He asks, but I start laughing, feeling this new found joy at the pit of my stomach, he looks at me confused as he touches the side of my cheek with his rough thumb, his eyebrows furrowed, and green eyes filled with concern.
I stop laughing, but giggle quietly sitting up.
"Honestly, Stefan, I haven't felt more alive." I whisper, using his hand to pull him on top of me, he laughs and smiles as he falls on top of me, our heavy breathing fills the room, as I look into his eyes, a light smile on my face, as I wipe the sweat from his forehead, I notice his ribs are bruised a little where I punched him the first time.
I touch them lightly and he groans.
"You should put some ice on that." I say, as I stand up, holding the wall for support, part of me forgetting that I'm high.
He starts to protest but I ignore him, walking back down the stairs, raiding the kitchen for an ice pack.
I find one in the back of his freezer, he really needed to go grocery shopping I think and take it in my cold hand, I turn around and he's watching me in the doorway, a sly smile on his lips.
"Sit down." I order and he's reluctant at first but I raise an eyebrow at him, telling him that I'm not playing, right now, so he sits on the wooden chair, groaning lightly.
I come up to him with the ice pack in my hand, pressing it lightly on his ribs, he groans in pain but lets me, and I give him my hand to squeeze.
"Sorry." I say embarrassed, that I put him through this pain.
"No, it's fine." He mumbles, kissing my knuckles with the brush of his lips.
"Okay." I say, pressing the ice pack on him, he notices my feet are shaking a little, so he grabs me by my waist and sits me on his lap, I sit there, holding the ice pack and looking into his green eyes.
"You did good up there, I'm impressed." He whispers, intertwining our fingers.
I smile, feeling a rush of tingles go trough me.
"Well, I got a really good teacher." I whisper, pressing my lips to the side of his neck, kissing it.
He groans loud, placing his hand over mine, careful to keep the ice pack steady.
"And you're a really hot nurse." He says, breathless as I kiss below his neck to his collarbone, his body is warm against mine and I feel safe in his arms like this.
I nip a little at his neck, he groans and I run my fingers over the ice pack, and onto his perfectly crafted abs, I mean seriously it was like he was Ryan Gosling or something.
I continue to kiss him, rubbing my toe along the inside of his leg, he groans low, his hand drops from the ice pack, and pulls me closer to him by my back, I moan also, feeling the cold on my back from the ice pack, I caress his cheeks, and his arms wrap around my waist, as we make out, he moves against me, and I move against him, his hardens against my thigh, and I feel the exposed wetness hit the air from me, he leans back on the chair, as I change positions straddling him, the ice pack falls to the floor and neither of us go to retrieve it, as his hands find their way through my hair, and I rub my toe higher, feeling an electric spark go through my body as he leans me closer to him, so I'm pressed against his erection, he slides down two straps from my tank top and kisses my shoulder, biting it, I moan, throwing my head back lightly, my breathing heavy, as I try to catch my breath. This was our last night day together and I feel my high begin to fade as we both jump at his phone ringing in the background, he groans and pulls away from kissing my shoulder, and I look at him, his green eyes looking at me so deep, it sends a fire in the pit of my stomach.
"Be right back." He mumbles, lifting me up even though his rib is bruised and sets me down on the chair, I just run my fingers through my messy hair and nod, feeling a blush come to my cheeks, at how far we went, and how I didn't want to stop, but maybe it's better if we did.
He comes back moments later.
"Got any club wear?" He asks, looking at me.
I raise an eyebrow at him, and he laughs, his cheeks red.
"Tom invited us to a club tonight." He explains, looking at me.
"If that's okay?" He asks, sitting next to me.
I lean down and pick up the ice pack, pressing it against his ribs.
"No, it's fine." I whisper, kind of excited about the club part, it had been years since I had partied.
He looks at me though, his green eyes searching for some kind of doubt, and that's why I like him so much, he always knew what I was thinking, even if to me, he was unpredictable.
When he sees no traces of doubt he gently smile at me.
"Alright, it's a date." He whispers against my ear and I smile, yawning lowly.
"A date." I confirm.
"Now keep that ice pack on, I'm going to go shower." I say, as I stand up, and he obeys me, not touching me as I walk past him.
I turn around and crinkle my noise.
"Sorry.." I whisper, softly.
The thing is I wanted to do it, I did, but I felt like right now wasn't the best time.
But he waves me off, smiling.
"I told you I understand, Elena." He says, smiling at me.
I smile at him, running my fingers through my hair. How was he so understanding with me? Even if I felt like I was teasing 'because I was, but still?
"Okay." I whisper, as I walk out of the room, and into his bedroom, I take off my tank top and shorts, throwing them on his floor, I enter the bathroom and see the clear glass shower, I turn on the water, and step in, it's piping hot and it feels good against my aching muscles.
I shower quickly, and wrap a towel around me, looking in the mirror, my black hair is wet and slicked back, the circles that were under my eyes disappeared and I touch my face, smiling, my cheeks red. Stefan makes me feel too good, even when I don't want to, he makes me feel like a different person, so full of light and happy and care free, I don't want to leave him, don't want to go back to my boring life, I want to be selfish one moment longer, but I fear if I do, karma will come back and bite me in the ass, and make me sad again. I shake away these thoughts.
No, I'm determined to make this night count with Stefan.
No thinking about goodbyes, I worry too much I need to just let go, put the things he taught me to the test, not living on appearances but just having fun, and making the most of this fucked up life.
I quickly throw my hair into a messy bun and search around in my clothes for an outfit, I stumble upon a black mini skirt, and I throw it on, over my panties, my mind in a frenzy over a shirt, all the shirts I owned were boring and professional.
I smile in surprise when I notice Stefan's red plaid shirt in the corner, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I burrowed it for tonight. I throw on my bra and put on the red plaid shirt, buttoning it in the front, I tuck it into the skirt, and check my outfit in the mirror. Hmm. Not bad.
I wing my eyes and put on red lipstick, my hair still a messy bun against my head, I decide to leave it as I walk out into the kitchen, Stefan's eyes light up when he sees me.
"God damn it, Elena." He cusses, walking up to me and pulling me closer by the waist.
"Do I look alright?" I ask, kind of worried he was mad I was wearing his shirt.
"No, you look very sexy in my shirt." He whispers against my ear, and I feel his hot breath on my neck again.
"What are you going to wear?" I ask, looking at him and he smiles at me, pulling back.
"Yeah, I gotta go get ready, I suppose." He winks and kisses me on the forehead lightly, he gently squeezes my ass on the way out, and I jump, and when I look over at him, he smirks, leaving for the shower.
(Welp this is chapter includes smutty stelena, angsty stelena, and stelena being cute af, I hope you enjoy it if you're still reading this)