He didn't ask me if I wanted to dance with him, and I didn't ask him if he wanted to dance with me; but here we were, among the rest of boisterous moving bodies, swaying with one another. I blame the alcohol, personally, because since we first started talking, a lot of shots were taken, suggestive comments exchanged.

Our clear love for one another just may have helped in that too.

The heat emanating from his body was almost palpable, and I felt pretty much on fire myself. I could hardly take note of what we were doing or saying for that matter.

Thinking was out of the question - not a single coherent thought passed through my head in that time.

We were working off instinct and need - and in this moment in time, we needed to be together.

It felt safe, comfortable, just as it had when we were teenage sweethearts.

I was hardly aware of it, but something told me he was being cautious with me, a little push and pull when people were looking our way- but I didn't care to over analyse.

When gazes were averted, Stefan was quick to propose we went upstairs.

"Do you remember when we were kids, in the winter months, we'd hide in the upstairs parlor because you could see the gardens stretch out to the forest? I remember spending hours with you up there, looking down at the snow." He whispered into my ear, his hand caressing my arm.

It was painful because I did, and I longed to have memories like that back again; the past certainly was better than the now.

My head nodded on its own as I beamed up at him in my drunken stupor.

"Can we go up there? For old times sake." I asked, before I realized the implications of the seemingly innocent plea.

"C'mon." Stefan threw me his best grin over his shoulder, my hand in his as he led us up the staircase down the hallway, past the numerous bodies.

I felt like a giddy teenage girl again as we both bounded up the stairs, and later skipped and twirled down the upstairs corridors. Our laughs were incisive, our bodies clumsy as we pushed past one of the doors, finding said parlor on the first try. The room was pitch-black, so we knocked into furniture as he tried to hunt down the light switch, dragging me along with him.

"And then there was light." Stefan said as the room lit up around us, unable to stop shaking with laughter.

I couldn't understand how that was so funny, but I couldn't stop laughing myself.

Again, I was putting this one down to the beauty of alcohol.

Before I knew what was happening, I was in his arms, his body flush with mine from behind, his hot mouth at my neck, gentle and affectionate. We were by the floor length window now, staring out into the night below and above us.

Just like old times, I thought, content.

My head tilted to the side of its own accord, granting him better access to my neck as he brushed my hair to the side to lay way for his lips.

"Nothing was the same when you left. God, I really used to love you." Stefan whispered against my skin, planting a kiss to the hollow beneath my ear. It filled me with regret for ever leaving him, but I couldn't help that I did, I could only hope to set things back to normal if he so wished. I felt weak with him, like I would tend to his ever beck and call, just like before. I was still trying to figure out whether that was from guilt or love.

Both, I concluded, still uncertain but stubborn.

"Do you remember that time we-" Stefan had to stop himself, laughing mid sentence, almost unable to spit it out; despite myself, I was laughing with him.

"We-we-we broke into the town hall, with that bottle of tequila I'd snagged from Mayor Lockwood's house when I was with Tyler?" He finally managed to say, his arms tightening round me.

Oh God, I did remember, and it sent me into fits of laughter, and I spun round in his arms to face him.

We were getting back into the swing of things with ease, as though I'd never left.

I gave him a sly smile, waggling my eyebrows to look as coy as possible.

"We drunkenly danced the night away" I began, going for jokingly seductive as I looked up at his handsome face from beneath thick lashes, flutter them for emphasis, "and had wild love making on the antique sofa in the backroom, all night long. So hard, we broke it. "

His head dipped into the curve of my neck as he laughed from the memory, his breath hot on my skin, sending a shiver up my spine.

"She was so mad the next day, do you remember Carol, she-"

"Blamed it on Tyler but told everyone she broke the sofa, that it just caved in on her when she sat on it." I burst into hysterical laughter, my body shaking.

"Tyler was sooo-"

"pissed with us, he-" Stefan continued for me.

"told my parents that we were 'sexually active'". I finished, screeching with laughter.

That sent us both over the edge, and by the time we'd calmed down we were all over each other.

Stefan's mouth slipped on top of mine, lips hungry as he backed me onto the cheiz lounge.

The kiss deepened as his tongue lavishly darted into my mouth, my hands finding their way to his hair, tugging and clutching him to me.

I really hadn't pictured any of this happening, considering there was a plausible chance he'd hate me, though it did lurk on the periphery of my fantasies.

The night progressed from there, our clothes tossed carelessly all over the floor.

I was so far gone, mind numb from drink, that I didn't take top this time round. Stefan lay hovering above me, muscles defined from what little glow the dim lights above gave. Wriggling beneath him, my legs wrapped tightly round his lower torso, he soon ravished my chest and neck, groaning against whatever patch of skin he could reach.
It elicited quiet moans from me, his sheer affection unchanging from what I once knew. His lips were soft as ever as they devoured my earlobe, arms snaking under my body to hold me to his body while we made love. It was all one, big haze of emotion, reminding me of the countless times we'd shared moments like this.

Sex with him was always comfortable, now was no different.

Sure, I'd known others since him, but they hadn't done it for me like he did - maybe I just hadn't gotten around enough.

I quickly shut up the small voice that wondered what sleeping with Damon would be like, now was not the time.

We carried on like this, wrapped up in bliss for a while longer.

When we'd finished, I lay sprawled out, resting over his chest as we reminisced until sleep deprivation finally took us under.

Okayyyy! So old flames hook up, but where will it go from here?

Everything's not what it seems. So stay tuned to find out.

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p.s,

(To clarify, STELENA isn't all that will be going down, you just wait my lovely readers.)

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