Stefan
I wake up a little, from the nightmare, thanking God Damon wasn't there, my vision is kind of blurry, and I rub my wrists, not used to being without handcuffs, yet.
I see I am in a bed, it's really comfortable and it makes me want to fall back asleep, but I see Elena come in wearing a white dress, her long brown hair down in a braid, she looks as beautiful as she did when I last saw her, I feel my lips upturn into a grin, as I see her.
She must think I'm still sleeping, because she kneels over me, with ointment, putting them on my cuts with a q-tip.
I close my eyes, exhausted, but I try to fight the sleep quick, wondering if she's going to say anything to me.
Her braid end brushes against my nose, as she tends to the cuts on my forehead.
"Oh, Stefan, you're such a mess." She chides me, while touching my cheek.
You don't even know the half of it, I want to tell her.
Her hand is warm against my cheek, and it sends shivers down my spine, I wish I could open my eyes and see her, but I'm sure her brown eyes are full of compassion.
I feel the wet q-tip under my nose, tending to the cuts there, and I want to reach my hand out, and grab her by the waist, and put my lips on hers, but I feel myself finally stop fighting sleep and fade away from the world again.
I wake up, the light burns my eyes, as I open them, groggy.
"Hey, brother." Damon says, looking at me, and I rub my eyes with my hand, yawning lightly.
I look at Damon, he looks fine, with his red cheeks, and blue eyes twinkling, that I'm finally up, but I see his hands shaking, slightly.
"Damon, where am I?" I mumble, yawning again, I was so exhausted, and frustrated.
"You're at my house, Elena was here.. but she just left.." He explains, slowly.
So I wasn't dreaming.
I stare at him, and he puts his hand lightly on mine, out of comfort.
I'm grateful for it, but I'm still mad at him.
"Damon, I didn't need you to bail me out.. you just got fired, for fucks, sake." I say, lightly, trying not to show my anger to him.
"I did what I did." He replies calmly, and I can tell he doesn't want to talk about it, so I grumble low, and roll my eyes.
"Eat your soup." He scolds, and hands me the soup bowl, I see it's chicken noodle, my favorite, the smell of broth makes me stomach grumble more, in fact I don't remember the last time I ate anything.
I sit up, weakly, and Damon sets the soup on my tray, his face patient as he watches me, reach for the spoon.
My fingers grasp around the spoon, but it drops from my hand back into the bowl, I cuss silently, and go to lift it up again, I don't remember what the doctor said about my motor skills but I do remember he said they'll gone for a few days.
Hadn't it been a few days?
I reach for the spoon again, panic sets into my chest as I realize I can't hold the spoon, oh God, was I fucked up? Was I going to have to depend on everyone now? God was really punishing me if that was the case..
Damon gently reaches for the spoon, and holds it out to me, I watch as he looks at the metal spoon and then in my eyes, his blue eyes waiting for me to take it.
I wrap my fingers around the spoon, and sigh in relief when I'm able to hold it.
"You must have just been sleepy.." He explains.
"It could be the medication they have you on, too." He adds, looking at me.
That was probably it, the medication.
I eat most of the soup, my stomach full as I let out a loud burp, Damon laughs, and picks up the soup bowl.
"Sleep, brother, you'll need your strength." He says in a caring tone.
And I rest my head on the feather light pillow, feeling my eyes close, I was hoping nightmares weren't in God's cards tonight, and He would let me have a peaceful sleep, Lord knows I need it.
I wake up the third time, the sun shining down on my face, making me feel warm, even though I feel almost dead inside.
The door opens, and I sigh in content when I realize it's Elena, her hair is done in a high bun and she's wearing a blue romper, it brings out the brown in her eyes, and she looks like the most beautiful thing I've seen all day.
But that's true, because I just woke up.
She sits next to me on the chair, and I struggle to move, she clicks her tongue at me in disapproval, and lays a hand on my shoulder, her hand is warm and makes me think of sunshine.
"You need sleep." She whispers, running her hand down my arm, it sends shivers down my spine, as her hand lays in mine, warm and caring.
I shake my head lightly, feeling exhausted, still. I wanted this to end, I wanted to be able to see Elena, and talk to her, not just lay here and witness her.
"Did you eat?" She whispers, stroking my knuckles with her thumb.
I shake my head, yes, my eyes closed, but I still try to fight off sleep, her voice sounds so tender and I hadn't realized how much I missed it, until now.
"Good." She whispers, and I hear her lay back on the chair, I feel bad because I don't want her to be uncomfortable, I struggle to speak, but somehow I get the words out.
"Lay down with me." I hear my own voice in my ears, it sounds so hoarse and weak, and I'm afraid she hasn't heard me.
I struggle to open my eyes, but then I feel her warm body against mine, and my insides turn warm, I feel her grab my arms, gently and wrap my arms around her, I smell her lemon scent and I lean my head against the crook of her shoulder, breathing lightly.
She leans into me, positioning the blankets over us, and I feel so warm, as I kiss her neck gently, not trying to initiate something, I just missed her so damn much, I feel tears prick my eyes, as I feel warm tears against my hand, and I realize she's crying, too. I wish I could open my eyes and see her beautiful face, and use my rough fingers to wipe away her tears.
I snuggle into her neck, gently squeezing her as much as I can.
"I'm sorry.. I just.. I missed you so much." I hear her choke back a sob, and I feel my heart pulse with pain.
She rubs my knuckles again, and I struggle with my words, feeling like shit that I can't even talk to her.
She notices and runs her fingers through my hair, pressing a kiss to my temple.
"Don't talk, Stefan.. I'll talk. I want you to know that those two weeks without you, we're pure hell, I missed you, It's like I had an empty part within me, I cried, all the time, the emotions over whelmed me, but then when I saw you there, at the station, and I knew you were alright, I was happy. But then I saw your cuts and bruises and how much pain in you were in, and I felt so damn helpless, I just wanted to reach out and hold you in my arms, give you some of my strength, but I couldn't. And that was the worst feeling I ever had in my life. But.. right now. I'm content, here in your arms, I love you so much.. I never want to leave this spot." She confesses, her voice cracks at the last part, because I know eventually she has to leave, and it breaks my heart also. But her confession, Oh God, how could anyone love me so deeply? I.. I have never been loved, but I love Elena so much.. I would do anything for her.
My heart inflates with joy as I realize that she's in my arms right now, and no one can take that away from me, I feel myself fading gently, I fight the sleep, raising my head up, scared of the nightmares that I'm going to have, but she reaches for my cheeks, and strokes them, brushing away some stray tears.
"I'll fight your nightmares, Stefan, go to sleep." She whispers, gently, kissing my cheek, and I lean my head back into her neck, and I feel her arms wrap around me, shielding me from the nightmares as I drift off into the first peaceful sleep I've had in awhile.
I wake up again Elena is breathing heavily on my neck as I stretch out, my muscles stiff. At first, I'm amazed she stayed here, the sun shines on my legs telling me it's morning.
She groans low, and removes her head from the crook of my neck, snuggling into my pillow,instantly it feels colder.
I feel a lot better today, as I'm able to open my eyes and see, my muscles are still a bit stiff, but I can take some relaxers for that the doctor said. Elena breaths evenly in my arms and I smile down at her, pressing my lips to her forehead, it's warm and it makes me smile wider.
She mumbles something as she stretches out, lightly grazing my cheek with her knuckles, her eyelashes flutter open and I see her beautiful brown eyes, peeping out from underneath, she smiles warmly at me, touching my face.
"Sorry about my knuckles." She says, embarrassed that she tapped me with them while yawning.
"It's okay." I murmur in her ear, almost sighing in relief as I can pull her closer to me now, even though my muscles kind of hurt, she leans back into me, making me shiver slightly, her warm breath close to my shoulder, as I hold her, content.
She touches her hand with mine, leaving goosebumps wherever she touches, she's so beautiful I think as she opens her mouth.
"Did you sleep okay?" She asks, looking up at me with her big brown eyes.
"Very." I whisper into her ear, and press a kiss on it.
I watch her smile, her cheeks turning red as she disentangles herself from me, I pout lightly, and she wags a finger at me in a teasing manner, which makes me laugh lightly, I watch her grab my medication from the table, separating them.
She hands me five pills and a glass of water Bonnie must had left for me when I was still asleep, I take the water from her, our finger tips touching and I still get a warm tingle in the pit of my stomach.
I swallow the pills and take a huge sip of water, watching her as she watches me to make sure I don't have any problems.
When I lean over and set the water on the table, she stops watching me and climbs back into bed with me, I pull her close, resting my chin in her hair, as she rubs tiny circles on my wrist, her hands stop at the tracks in my arms.
She stops, and I feel like she's going to pull back but she surprises me when she leans down and presses gentle kisses on each one, and I feel my heart swell up in joy. She stops kissing at the last one and then looks at me with a light smile.
"I haven't even thought about drugs.. and it's because of you." I find myself confessing in a rush, I let out a breath after me, and her light smile grows wider.
"Me too." She whispers.
"I'm glad you're out." She adds, looking up at me.
"Yeah, I don't know how Damon managed to do it.." I whisper, amazed at my brother's determination.
I feel her tense a little bit, but I ignore it, she must be cold, so I grab the wool blanket for the side of the bed, and wrap it around us.
"It's because of Bonnie." She smiles at me, and I smile at Bonnie's name, she was always looking out for me, even in high school when I was getting bullied.
"Either way you're out and you're here with me." She says in a hushed whisper, and I smile, but then doubt creeps back into my mind like an old friend.
"But what about M-." I start to say but she gives me a look and presses her finger to my lips.
"Shh, no M word here, this is our time, our little piece of heaven." She says, referring to her husband, and then my heart skips a beat when she presses her lips to mine, just like that all thoughts of any one else leave my mind, I hold her closer, my hands running through her soft hair, she relaxes into me, as I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth, as we make out on the bed, her pants turn into moans and I feel great, like no one can touch me, this was our little piece of heaven, and no one could take that away from us. I gently lean her down on the bed, ignoring the pain in my muscles, I'm surprised she lets me, as I hover over her, my fingertips dance along her midriff area, she moans low in the kiss, smiling, as I do, I gently rub her stomach, loving the way it feels against my skin.
Her hands are in my hair, as we make out, cradling my head with care, as I pull back, our pants fill the room.
"Doctor said we can't do this." She suddenly remembers, looking into my eyes, her eyes reflect want and desire.
"I don't care what the doctor says." I growl low, moving my lips to her neck, she shuts up, her eyes closed as her fingers run through my hair, leaning her head back so I can get more access, my muscles were on fire but I didn't care, she doesn't know how long I dreamed about this moment in the prison, not knowing if I would ever see her or touch or be with her again.
She squeals a little when I bite her neck, her sweet spot between my teeth, as I suck on it, her eyes closed.
"S-stefan." She says in a breathless moan, and it reminds me of when we were first had sex, how good that was, I feel my pants tighten, as I lean down on her, letting her know how much she excites me.
Suddenly, I feel dizzy as I lean against her chest, sighing deeply.
"Are you okay?" She asks, and I feel her fingers down my back.
"Yeah.. just.." I sigh frustrated, I was sleepy again, out of all the times to be sleepy, my body had to pick right now.
She laughs lightly, as she gently gets out from underneath me, her face splotched with red.
I groan and lay down, closing my eyes.
I feel her place the wool blanket over my body, as I sigh deep, her hands on my face, as she leans down and kisses my lips.
"I have to go, but I'll be back.. promise." She whispers, as she pulls back, but I grab onto her warm hand, raising it to my lips.
I'm sure she's smiling, because I feel her pulse quicken against my arm.
"Sleep well." She whispers, as I let go of her hand and I nod my head lightly, I hear her light footsteps approach the door as she closes it from behind with a gentle click.
I slowly let my body relax, as I drift off into dreamland.
I wake up again, Damon is next to my bed, watching me sleep, his blue eyes are relaxed and I see he has a book in his lap, he must of saw me stirring and wanted to know why, my muscles ache as I stretch them out, the muscle relaxer's must be done with now.
"What time is it?" I say, groggily, as I rub the sleep from my eyes, I yawn, too, just because I'm take tired, it feels like the sleep is not enough each time I fall.
"6:30." Damon says, glancing at his Rolex, his blue eyes seem happy, and I'm glad, Damon doesn't need to worry.
"Oh.." I say, and there's a little bit of silence, and my stomach growls, hungry.
He looks at me, and smiles lightly.
"We had chicken parm, tonight if you want some." He says, slowly, getting up from the chair.
My mouth waters at the thought of eating chicken parm tonight, I nod my head eagerly, and Damon chuckles lightly, patting my shoulder.
"You feeling any better?" He asks, a lace of concern in his voice.
I look at him, my eyes glancing at his blue orbs, their filled with worry.
I nod my head, the truth was I am feeling better, although, I was still sore, and had terrifying nightmares that kept me up most the night, I had Elena with me, and my brother, and that was enough, enough to make me happy for now.
"I do." I say, truthfully, and he nods, satisfied with my answer as he mumbles something about fixing me a plate of chicken parm and I sink back into bed, closing my eyes for a minute, the faces of the gang members who left me for dead enter my mind, my fingers shake a little, as I tighten my grip on my sheets, a bead of sweat drips down my forehead.
"Come on.. get out." I mumble to myself, trying to calm my anxiety, each face passes over me, each black mask, their hands, weapons loaded, ready to beat the shit out of me again.
I yell, trying to keep my voice, quiet, as I let go of the sheets, suddenly their all gone and I'm left in the guest room, panting, praying my brother didn't hear me.
I try to regain my chill as he walks into my room, immediately he notices my shocked expression, and instantly he's at my side, the plate of chicken parm left on the table, as he sits next to me, his warm hand on my back, making me feel sad.
Sad that he was so worried about me, when I didn't want him to be, he didn't need to be.
"Stef, you okay?" He asks, quickly and my green eyes scan his eyes, their filled with panic, and I can see his uneasiness as he pats my shoulder, like he's afraid he's going to stir up another episode in me.
"It's over, Damon, I'm fine." I assure him in a crisp tone, not wanting to talk about it.
But he doesn't drop his hand from my shoulder and I find myself shrugging it off, I stare at the plate of chicken parm, across the room, hoping he'll get the hint.
But he doesn't and I internally roll my eyes as he stares at me.
"Stefan, you can talk about anything with me... I know you're scared too, maybe that I don't understand you.. but I'm here, brother, I made a promise didn't I?" He questions, me and I just nod my head.
He did make a promise and I already know he has no intention of breaking it, and yes, I was grateful for his support, but no, I didn't want to talk about it right now, I preferred to act like this was just a phase, and I'll be back to normal soon, I have to be. I never depended on anyone in my life, why start now?
I sigh deeply, running my hands over my face in stress, my stomach growling.
"I'm not sad, I'm freaking hungry." I exclaim, laughing a little, because I always get agitated when I'm hungry.
Damon just nods, his head and I know I've hurt him and instantly I feel guilty but I'm just not ready to go that deep yet.
I know he understands, but that doesn't stop him from glancing in my direction again as he picks up the plate of chicken parm, my stomach growling from starvation.
"Thank you." I say as sincere as I can, and he smiles lightly, ruffling my hair like he used to when I was a kid, and I find myself smiling back, as I bite into the chicken parm, moaning, it was so good.
"Eat up." He orders in a gentle tone, and I nod my head eagerly tearing into the meal as I eat it bit to bit.
He leaves the room and I waste to time inhaling my food.
When I am finished, I put the forks and plate on the nightstand, and lean down and fetch my pills for that night, I swallow them with water and set it back on the table again.
My thoughts drift back to Elena, I wonder where she went, and if she was coming back, I sigh deep, and shake my head of her, she had a family to tend to, had to keep up with being the charade of being the captain's wife, she didn't have time for me, and I accept that, it didn't hurt any less though.
Fuck why did she have to be married?
I groan low and lean back on my fluffy pillow, suddenly I hear a knock on my door as I yell to come in, she comes in, wearing yoga pants and a tank top, her long brown hair pulled into a pony tail, she looks beautiful and she has a fresh face.
"Hey." She smiles at me widely as she walks over to the bed, pecking my lips.
"Hey." I whispers back, smiling, as she gently gets on the bed.
And here she was back in my arms where she belongs, her warm body pressed up against mine, making me feel dizzy, as her pony tail tickles my face, her eyes closed, as she breathes in and out, she must be tired from her run.
I run my fingers along her pony tail and she hums out in content.
"I missed you today." her voice barely above a whisper, and I smile, feeling my insides light up at her confession.
God, each time she missed me it took my breath away.
I gently take her palm and raise it to my lips, kissing her knuckles, she giggles low, and runs her fingers down my hair.
"I'm all sweaty." She complains as I move my lips higher up her arm.
"I don't care." I whisper, and she moans as I reach her shoulder, biting it lightly, she smiles against my chest.
"I'm going to go shower." She whispers against my chest and I groan low, but nod my head anyways, soon I'll have her again.
She pecks my lips again and I try to deepen the kiss, but she pulls away, and I sigh deeply, she rubs her nose to mine.
"Be right back." She whispers, leaning down and pecking my lips, and I groan at her teasing me, this little minx.
I laugh lightly as she gets off the bed and I squeeze her firm butt, she turns around and fakes a gasp, covering her hand with her mouth, and I wink at her, smirking, my eyebrows wiggle in her direction.
She catches the hint I'm giving, that tonight will be about us, as she gently bites her lips, staring into my green eyes, her brown eyes seem innocent and sweet, but I know there's a billion dirty thoughts running through her head.
"Hurry back." I mouth to her, and she turns around, walking away from me, and damn does she looks good, her butt swaying with her hips, and I feel my pants tighten a little as I groan, how did I end up with a women so sexy?
I look down and see she left her phone on the table next to me, and it warms my heart to know she trusts me that much.
Suddenly her phone goes off and I look around, not sure what to do, do I answer it or not? It could be important, my hands reach out for the black phone on the table, I look at the screen and see is says "Matt".
My breath catches in my throat what if he was tracking this phone, now? Does he have the power to do that, would he do that?
I slide open the phone and get to the messages, icon, my finger taps it, as it loads, and I stare at the screen, waiting.
Once the message loads, I scan through it, my hands almost dropping the phone as my breath catches in my throat.
.Fuck.