Thankyou so much for all the reviews you guys, I really do enjoy reading each and every one.
As promised, here is the next chapter, I hope I did them justice.
As always let me know what you think...I might have one more chapter left in me if this weeks episode has the Stelena ending that im hoping for.
A rosy hue colored the room in a dusty red as the morning sun entered through the window pane of Elena's bedroom. Elena stirred reaching for someone on the other side of the bed, finding nothing, no one and the unsettling feeling that was all too familiar began to seep back in and consume her.
Her eyes shot open and she scanned the dimly lit room for any sign of him, she noticed she was wearing one of his shirts. A flash of last night clouded her mind for a moment as she rested her head back on the pillow.
"I'm so tired Stefan" tears falling on to his white shirt for what seemed like the millionth time that night. He pressed his face to hers letting his cool breath dry her tears, he reached around her back to unzip her dress, she let it fall slowly down her body, the feeling all too familiar that buzzed her skin and made it stand on end. Suddenly she craved him, needed him, and wanted him so badly more than ever before, god she missed him.
She reached for the buttons on his shirt frantically, but just as soon as one button fell open he gently held her hands and placed them back to her side. The feeling of want bursting through her, making her body heave from the lack of oxygen, her skin shivered against his, her legs weak, so vulnerable and naked in front of him already was too much to handle.
"Stefan" she cried softly as he drew his fingers across her cheek and caught her eyes with a look of sincerity and concern, something that made her instantly realise how much he understood her, even if she didn't understand herself right now, he knew, for her he always knew.
"Let me take care of you?" the words hovered around her and hugged her, this wasn't a question, it was a plead to let him back in, to let him love her and care for her in every way he knew how. She closed her eyes as the weight pulling down on her shoulders fell and her head tumbled on to his soft chest helplessly.
He gently removed her clothes, whispering to her how much he loved her, that everything would be ok. Kissing her hair and moving her to the bed, placing one of his shirts he had found in her door over her head. Pulling up her pyjama shorts so tenderly up her legs and leaving a kiss on her knee.
He wove the duvet around her, his hand still tangled in hers, sitting beside her watching her drift off. "I love you" he whispered.
She looked at the fresh bandage that was wrapped around her hand, and she let out a gasp of desperation as the panic rushed through her. Why would he leave? Suddenly that all too familiar pulse of pain hit her again, she cursed her heart for feeling so much, last night all she wanted was him, he was right there and she let him convince her to sleep, when all she needed was him.
I should have never let him go she sighed at the thought, I should have said to never leave again as she played the situation she imagined in her head, she would tell him she loves him and that she never stopped, never will, never be able to, can't go on without him.
She threw the covers over, still frantically searching the room before reaching for her bed side lamp. And there he was, the relief washing through her, like soothing a burning wound, the relief that his presence alone brought to her. She threw her head back in content as she realised what he had done. He was lying there, on her window seat with his jacket covering him like a blanket as he slept soundly. She watched him for a long moment trying to compose herself. He stayed
Typical Stefan she thought, never presuming anything, never allowing himself to make her feel in any way unsafe around him. Not even allowing himself the luxury of sleeping beside her. It made her heart ache, she wanted to be that person so much, the person she once was for him.
The one that he came to when he was upset, that told her everything, the one that he felt most comfortable around, the one that was never scared to be himself. It made her heart ache, the thought that she may have lost that part of him was too much of an incomprehensible question, but she had to have hope, she was going to make this right again.
She moved herself off the bed and swayed slowly over to him, watching his peaceful face for a few moments, she couldn't bear to be away from him any longer, even inches felt like miles, and even the kisses last night seemed like an eternity ago. She bent over to stroke his cheeks with the back of her fingers, he was so beautiful, how had she let herself forget how he looked when he slept, she wanted to cry right there.
She turned her head to place a soft kiss on his lips, lingering above him and taking him in, he stirred slightly, blinking his eyes to focus on her face. She reached for his hand and pulled him up gently. Without hesitation, Stefan followed, letting his jacket fall to the ground.
He watched her as she slid under the covers and made room for him in the bed, she smiled that smile that made everything ok, it made his heart want to sing, and any doubts that were once an issue were gone in an instant.
He smiled, "Are you sure?" he whispered nervously, she nodded, still in disbelief that he had drifted so far away from her, that he had to ask whether he was allowed to lie next to her in what she considered their bed. She held her hand out for his and pulled him next to her gently.
A hurricane of memories and emotions floundered his mind as he fell on her bed, her pillow that she gave and shared with him, her teddy that she cherished and slept with, her scent, her soft breathing during the night. Why am I here he wondered, he never intended on doing this for a long time, it was too much all the once. He had just come back from a 2 month killing binge, and now laying next to this angel, the love of his life, why? Why do I have this?
He caught her eyes watching him, his body tensed and he focused on the ceiling, unable to function in this close intimate proximity with her. He wanted her so badly, he wanted all of her and that was so selfish, he wanted to end his life there and then, because he didn't deserve her.
Elena could feel his panic, she reached to stroke his face gently, but still no response from Stefan except his breathing that hitched from her touch. There were no words for this moment, it was always going to be difficult, but this energy was pulling them together. It had anchored them to where they were now and leaving was no longer an option. Leaving now, after everything would be a mistake, now seemed like the only time, the only thing that was important, them.
Stefan moved his hand under the covers to find her free one, pressing his lips together and closing his eyes. Her skin tingled from the contact she hadn't expected, she felt safe next to him, that body that was still centimetres away was making her heart beat so fast, and suddenly the air was knocked from her lungs. How can anyone make me feel like this she tried to figure. When she met his eyes, those green dusty pools stared at her and begged to be loved, as much as the person behind them loved her more than anything in the world.
She wondered how anything could replicate this feeling with Stefan, she remembered when sitting next to Damon, as he comforted her when Stefan left, when he reached to hold her hand, when he moved to stroke her cheek, those feelings once all a blurry question that couldn't be answered, was now a complete and utter certainty, Stefan was the one.
The memories of Stefan that she had buried deep inside her, that she had locked up, she had dismissed during her mission to revive him, her heart had hid them away for her own sanity, and now, it was creeping back in. Because this feeling with Stefan was probably something that could only be found once in a lifetime if one should be so lucky to even find it, something so precious that needed to be kept safe.
Suddenly she hated herself more than she ever thought possible. He was the one, and forgetting that would be the biggest mistake of her life, ruining what they had would be the biggest regret she would ever have to live with.
She let a tear fall down her cheek, Stefan quickly turned to his side to wipe the wandering tear from her face. She smiled as she brought his hand to her lips and kissed each of his fingers. Stefan closed his eyes, letting out a small unsteady breath; she moved to his chest leaving small kisses on the material of his white shirt and moved to leave burning kisses to his neck while unbuttoning his shirt. Stefan stroked her hair and tried to remember the reasons why she shouldn't be doing this, why he should let her do this.
It had been so long since he felt her sweet skin against his, so long since her breath lingered on him, since her beautiful lips made his existence worth while, so long since they had done this, there, now. It had been too long, his emotions bursting through, his body tensed when she succeeded in unbuttoning his shirt, still pinned to the bed motionless and petrified of how long it had been since he felt her touch. She stared for a few moments tracing her finger tips down his stomach and kissing near his naval.
Stefan let out a sharp gasp, it was too much now, the blood was seeping into his eyes, and he couldn't let her see it. I've changed, you have to show her you've changed, he covered his face with his hands, and Elena could see it all, how he was struggling to breathe, how his skin was shivering, she knew this part of him and she knew it would be harder now more than ever to control himself in this situation. He had still so much to struggle with and he had been doing it mostly alone.
"Shhh" she moved his hands from his face, and saw the tears well up in his eyes, "It's okay Stefan...its ok"
She moved herself on top of him, placing a leg on either side of his body and met his eyes.
"Elena...it's different now...I'm...different" he could only look anywhere else but to her eyes, she nodded, gently stroking his chest and staring at his face placing kisses on the veins that protruded .
"I know...were both different now Stefan" tracing the veins under his eyes. Remembering the first time they made love, how her touch instantly made it all fade away. It didn't scare her; she wanted to love every part of him. And now, with what seemed like the worst was over, losing him, losing them, she knew nothing he could ever do would ever make her hate him.
"I love you" he whispered, finally meeting her eyes, as the veins seeped away revealing his beautiful olive eyes that seemed to be brighter than they ever had been before, full of hope and want.
"Touch me Stefan" she whispered desperately, and he did, raising his hands under her shirt and sitting up to reach for her neck. He lifted her shirt, remembering every inch of her, kissing every part exposed as she panted heavily, a prisoner of his touch. When he finally met her lips, she fell on her back and he hovered over her, like he always did when they made love, he stared at her in complete awe and adoration for the woman he was next to. She had missed him, she had missed this.
Everything after was a familiar blur, his hands slid up her thighs; she grabbed the sheets with her hands as he moved down her body. The rest of his clothes falling off quickly, as she moaned when he found that spot on her neck that she loved. He remembered it all, and it didn't even matter if he didn't, because she was certain that he was made to love her that way never the less.
It was slow and intense, and the only difference now was, they weren't expecting aunt Jenna home, they weren't worrying about Klaus, Katherine, Damon, Jeremy. It was just them, them and their world as they hugged each other afterwards, tracing lines on skin, whispering sweet nothings, intertwining until they melted into one another, like they were made to do only one thing. And this time, it was forver.
Be honest? Can this even be continued? I feel like some more Damon issues need to be cleared up, please let us have the Stelena ending were all hoping for!