** A/N ** Thank you everyone who's written such nice positive reviews and sent me lovely messages – really made my day! This is a bit of a mushy, sexy chapter, so enjoy the Jefan action! I would just like to point out, this is the first sex scene I've ever written, so I would appreciate feedback on it and ways I could improve for other stories in the future. It was really fun to write though!

CHAPTER 06 - We're the Same

There was only one way we could go, and the way I saw it, only one way we wanted to go…

I reclaimed his lips with mine with a savage assault, while he in turn hungrily egged me on, desire controlling our minds and hearts without distraction or discussion. Grasping at each other's clothes we flashed with inhuman speed around the room. One second, I was pressing him against the panelled walls of his home. The next second, my back was thrown into the wall with his kisses passing across my neck as I arched into his touch.

I wanted to be his and no one else's. I wanted my problems and his problems to become our problems which we would face and overcome together. I wanted to be with him for eternity, this sensitive yet strong vampire, who had so quickly found a permanent spot in my heart. I wanted to help him for all my life, as I wanted him to help me…we would be partners in everything, in life and in love, total equality, something I had never had in any of my relationships before.

Stefan brought me back to the moment by slamming my arms to the wall. He let out a growl as he brought his lips back to mine and our tongues tangoed with each other's, both zealously raging against the other with all our heightened vampire emotion. I could feel the length of his lean and muscular body against my own, keenly aware of each contour.

I roughly shoved him back and we hit the other side of the room with what felt like the force of an earthquake, and I heard books plummet from their shelves and glass vases shatter around us, probably priceless pieces, made worthless by the heat of the moment. Now, I had him trapped between me and the wall, pushing him back, tightening our embrace.

My hands once more found the edge of his shirt and unwilling to wait for him to remove it, tore it from his body, revealing his bare chest. Waiting a moment to take in the beauty and perfection of his form, I caressed the shape of his tattoo and brought my lips down to tenderly brush against the skin on his defined collarbone. His hands still wrapped firmly around my head, went to my back and he pulled my shirt over my head. His hands quickly pulled me closer to him and he kissed the hollow beneath my ear, my arms enfolding him around his slender waist.

With a pained moan, I felt my own hardness against his flesh and my lust to see him bend and writhe under me overwhelmed the tenderness of the moment. I could feel and see that he yearned to be closer and to feel his skin on mine. So, I gripped the belt, tight round his hips, and pulled him with me as I flashed up the regal and elegant stairs of the Salvatore house and into a bedroom, I did not know whose.

I spared a miniscule instant to survey my surroundings and see the items that gave away that I had quite coincidentally found Stefan's room. The picture of Katherine was still laid on the table, the moleskin bound journal lying open at yesterday's entry beside it and an old black and white photo of Stefan in centuries old clothing standing beside an elegant blonde woman, who I assumed was his friend Lexi, whom Elena had mentioned once that Damon had staked.

After I hastily processed this information, I returned to the task in hand. Stefan had noticed that I had momentarily become side-tracked by the new environment, but had remained silent, allowing me a chance to see and realise where I had gone, as if destiny had made me choose where we went to continue indulging our lust and inflamed ardour.

Appreciative of his patience, I gently plied the belt strap from its buckle of his jeans and drew down the zip, leaving them to slip down revealing his waist and leaving nothing to my imagination. What I saw was undoubtedly what I was gonna get…

My hands gripped his hips firmly pulling him close once more, as I felt his more experienced hands quickly and gracefully whip my own belt off and soon the pair of us were before each other naked as gods. Now that nothing was between us and our clothes were scattered around his room, the tiny gap between us was gone and our bodies collided, becoming one being: our mouths, our arms, our stomachs and our hips, all touching, all moving and feeling as one.

In a moment of unusual and rare strength and boldness, I grasped Stefan confidently by the hips and tossed him back onto his bed. He faced me with hunger and impatience in his eyes, inviting me to join him. This alluring glance was all it took for me to flash on top of him and kiss him as if my life depended on it, which I suppose, in a way, it did.

The realisation that had been occupying a fraction of my mind during our rendezvous, that my life would now be altered forever, that I would never allow Stefan to be parted from me and that most importantly, that I had fallen in love with a man, when throughout my mortal life I had been decidedly straight and still was as a vampire, meant that it was only Stefan, the person, not Stefan, the man, whom I loved.

My desire to show him how much I cared for him and how singular he was as a person, spurred me on to say with bated breath, "Turn over."

With a brief, impassioned look into my eyes, he did as I instructed, his back arched, awaiting the inevitable, body and soul aching for the intimacy.

Forcefully strong with my vampire power and my heightened drug addict's impulses, I laid my hands over his and laid myself across his stretched back. Then, I thrust into him, letting out a loud moan, echoed by the fierce growl Stefan released beneath me.

I entered him over and over and over again. With each stab, we moaned in pleasure in absolute harmony with each other – perfectly matched. In the grip of passion, he told me to go faster. His cries became louder and as I clutched his flesh tighter with the building pressure within me, I felt the sudden release and eruption from within me. Within a second, Stefan emitted a final, deep, satisfied moan and his taut, heaving body collapsed, coated in perspiration, down onto the bed.

Unwilling to quit his relaxed and comforting body, I went down with him, remaining inside him for just a moment longer, my hands now intertwined with his, gently caressing his fingers. After a calm moment following our rough and intense love making, I withdrew and rolled over to fall onto the covers beside him – where I wanted to be now forevermore.

No words were necessary. Our actions had spoken for us and given away all of our feelings, which had not been expressed. The moment was genuine perfection. There was nothing that could have made it better, nor do I wish it changed in any way.

I glanced at Stefan fleetingly with nothing but love and devotion in my eyes and as I took in his eyelids now concealing his captivating brown eyes, in blissful slumber, I knew I wanted to spend every day waking up in a bed beside Stefan Salvatore.

So, entirely contented and ecstatically happy, I allowed myself to slip into the realm of Morpheus, without a care in the world now that Stefan was lying safely next to me and was mine.