Based on this prompt from anon on Tumblr: steroline on the kiss cam- sporting event of your choosing
Listen, I know Syracuse no longer plays in the Big East Tournament, but I'm still in denial about it and the fact that I spent 0% of my March in MSG. So just indulge me. I don't actually think they ever do a kiss cam at even the the final game, but again, that's not the most fantastical thing about this drabble.
"Where is your Orange pride?" Caroline chides and lightly smacks Stefan on the shoulder.
"It died on Wednesday about five minutes after the first game started," he deadpans, looking profoundly bored where he's sprawled out in one of Madison Square Garden's cramped seats.
"Oh come on, Stefan," she sighs and plops down in her seat next to him, in unison with the crowd surrounding them. "I know you've done this a million times, but this is my first trip through grad school and you know how much classes have been kicking my ass. I need some fun," she adds with a pout and he briefly wonders why she ever uses compulsion at all when she always looks so damn cute when she does that. He pulls his arm around her tighter and leans in to whisper in her ear.
"I think we could have much more fun in our suite at the St. Regis," he says seductively and presses a kiss to the soft skin of her neck. He can both see and sense her blushing.
"Later," she says, her voice a little huskier than a moment ago and turns away from him to stare intently at the game. Stefan smiles to himself and does the same.
"Hey, look," she says and points up at the jumbotron, "Kiss Cam." Stefan rolls his eyes and Caroline nudges him and frowns. "Now what is wrong with the Kiss Cam? It's cute," she adds and turns to stare dreamily at the couples forced to perform for the camera. Stefan is about to argue when they suddenly appear on the screen.
Caroline gasps in excitement and turns to him. "You can tell me why this is stupid later," she says, "but at least kiss me on the cheek now so we don't look lame."
She leans in, expecting him to give her a perfunctory peck only to be surprised when he takes her face in both hands and kisses her in a way that seems a little vulgar for public. He pulls away a minute later–long after the camera has moved on and after the game has resumed–and smirks at the flush on Caroline's skin. She opens her eyes with a sigh and looks at him through her eyelashes. She turns her head to look at the jumbotron and then stands.
"We should go," she says lowly and grabs his hand.
"What about the game?" he asks, but stands with her.
"We're up by 15 and there're only five minutes left on the clock. Syracuse is going to win the tournament. Right now we need to get back to the hotel as quickly as possible."
Stefan smiles smugly and follows her without comment.