They stayed in the sacred moment, holding each other, as he cradled her head against his chest. Occasionally another tear would fall, but she wasn't scared anymore. She knew that he was there, and she wouldn't be letting him go this time. She knew how he felt about her. If there was anything she was ever sure about it was that, they would never stop loving each other. She looked at him and saw the love in his eyes. He wasn't hiding anymore. He wasn't the ripper anymore. He was Stefan. Just the same Stefan that had saved his brothers life months ago. He was her Stefan. She blinked a tear back. Nothing could ever the same again, too much had happened. They would never be Stefan and Elena again. They would just be Stefan the ripper. As well as Elena the dopple ganger.
But some how through all the odds and obstacles, their love was still raging.
That had to mean something… didn't it?
Well thoughts weren't going to do any good, she needed confirmation. With an impulse, she grabbed the neck of his shirt and brought his lips to hers. A warm electric current pulsed through every nerve of their bodies. Without a second thought he reciprocated her action by wrapping one arm around her waist to bring her up to his sitting level, while the other hand lightly held her face against his. Heat was already emanating from her body. One of her hands was tracing his toned chest, the other swung around his neck. She shifted so that she was sitting on her legs, completely facing him, never disconnecting their lips. He turned to her, and tightened his grip on her waist, deepening their kiss, and pressing her chest to his. They fell back onto the couch; Stefan sprawled on top of her, as her legs worked their way around his waist, one hand gripping his hip, the other cupping his face. Their kiss, open and heated, became even deeper, if that was possible. Their teeth clashing, and tongues battling. As his hand crawled up her skirt, grasping her thigh, he growled into the kiss, and began trailing kisses down her jawbone and neck. Her breath had become sheer gasps, and her hand had started skirted under the hem of his shirt, until she began to pull the shirt up and over his head, and he threw it across the room.
A faint clash came from the kitchen, and they suddenly became aware of their location.
"Your room?" he asked
"Uh-huh." She replied, breathless and dazed. He picked her up bridal style, and she giggled. She started nuzzling and kissing his neck, he made the rest of the stairs, at in-human speed. Once her bedroom door was closed, he brought her legs around his waist, and crashed her against the wall. Her yelp was made short by his lips against hers, as his tongue forcefully opened her mouth. His body was pressed against her so she could barely breathe. But he was all the air she needed.