One More Chance

Changing the rating to M just to be sure.

Here is another update. I don't own anything; I am just a lowly slave.

Amfnjgklzjklsdjlgkfj! I just read the spoilers for Stefan's stpryline and I just can't wait for it. I hope the writers don't screw it up and I am sure the latter half of the season would be amazing. =-))

Chapter 3

"Hey Tyler. Did you manage to get Caroline to tell you who'd bought Stefan?" Carol asked his son as soon as he entered the dining room for breakfast, quite curious about the mysterious buyer of the night before.

He groaned. The truth was Tyler had no answer to that. He too, had barely had sleep last night thinking about the identities of his friend buyer. Caroline had just kept on looking at him pointedly and remained mum about the whole thing. It had annoyed him to no end.

"I don't have any idea who, Mom."

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"You?" Stefan's voice came out in a croak as he learned who his buyer was.

"Why do you look so shocked? Were you expecting someone else?" Elena answered with a smile.

"I…I was…How are you?" Stefan finally asked, recovering from his shock.

"I'm good. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Sorry. Come in." Stefan replied as he stepped aside to let her pass.

"It still looks the same since the last time I was here," Elena commented as she looks around the spacious living room.

"We didn't really have time to redecorate," he replied.

She looked at him, amused at his effort to joke. "So, where is the breakfast I requested? I didn't eat much last night. Too nervous"

"It's in the kitchen. Let me just reheat it since it got cold." He said while walking towards the kitchen. She followed him. "When did you like blueberry pancakes? I thought your favorite is chocolate pancake and hated anything blueberry." He said, teasing her about her unhealthy obsession to chocolates.

"I guess I outgrew it," she replied.

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"Who do you think bought Stefan?" Damon asked as he took a bite of his scrambled eggs. He eyes the little witch, suspiciously. "You know who it is."

"No, I don't know who bought Stefan. I am just as curious as you are." She replied as she put ketchup on her bacon.

"Let's finish eating then and let's go investigate. I happen to know for a fact that she's coming to the boardinghouse for breakfast."

"What are you, 5? Leave Stefan and his date alone. And besides we have to discuss this little arrangement with Caroline. I will ask for a refund so that both of us will be free of each other. Agreed?"

"I don't agree. You bought me so we are going spend 5 days together. End of discussion."

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She looked beautiful, even more beautiful than she looked the last time they'd seen each other. The tank top and shorts she was wearing also showed him curves that he'd thought he'd only get to see again in his imagination. Stefan didn't know what to do. While a part of him is happy that she is here eating breakfast at his kitchen table, another part of him is wary on why she is here in Mystic Falls because the last time they saw each other, it did not end well for him. It was two years ago and she just turned up on his doorsteps out of the blue. She was wet because of the rain and her eyes were red from crying. He invited her in and things just escalated from there. He was not proud of what happened that night but Elena has always been her weakness.

Flashback

"What are we doing?" Stefan asked as they found themselves in the couch, making out.

"I would have thought it was obvious." Elena muttered as she pulled his head back towards her.

"Elena…" he mumbled just before he kissed her again, intending to warn her about the consequences of their actions.

"Stefan, I need this. I need you. Please." she whispered to his lips, her voice pleading.

He'd wanted to tell her he thought they should take things slower. He'd missed her in the last 3 years shed been in Washington. He hadn't realized just how much until he'd seen her on his door steps. But he couldn't stop his right hand from molding her body against his, nor his left one from unbuttoning the buttons of the polo shirt she had borrowed from him.

Suddenly she stopped kissing him and stood up and before he could even ask her why, she finishes unbuttoning the last button of her shirt and let it slip on the floor. She looked breathtakingly beautiful with her torso covered only by her long locks and her lower body hidden by his boxer shorts. She crooked her finger at him and like a dog being called by its master; he could only follow as she made her way into his bedroom.

By the time they were standing by the bed, his shirt and pants had lain in a heap by the bedroom door, while his shoes were left somewhere in the living room.

He then looked into her eyes intently, asking without words if she was sure. She answered by stepping closer to him, until only an inch separated their bodies, and slowly running her fingers from his chest towards his backside and then sliding them inside the waistband of his boxers so she could push it downwards and off him.

The fragile hold Stefan had of his control finally snapped at the feel of her tongue tracing a path down his chest towards his tummy and he found himself tangling the fingers of his left hand into her hair and pulling her up for another one of those slow drugging kisses while he lifted her up with his right arm so he could lay her down onto the waiting bed.

Flashback

Nobody knew about that night. Not Damon, not Caroline, not Bonnie.

"So after breakfast, I thought we head over to my parent's lake house and spend our days there." She replied, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

Stefan sighed. "Elena, why are you really here in Mystic Falls?"

She looked at him, and simply replied. "I missed you."

Stefan thought long and hard before he said anything. Finally, "You were the one who chose to leave," he answered.

She didn't say anything for several minutes. She just looked at him without any hint of emotion on her face. "I had to."

"Why?" he needed to know. "After that night, why did you leave me?" He'd woken up all alone with only the imprint of her head on the pillow next to him telling him he hadn't dreamt the whole thing.

"Because that's what you wanted."

"How do you know what I'd wanted? Were you me? Are you a mind-reader by any chance?" All the anger and hurt he'd thought he'd gotten over years before suddenly came out.

She looked at him without flinching. "You knew where to find me, why didn't you come after me?"

Stefan had no answer to that. Why hadn't he tried to go after her?

She looked at him for a long while. It seemed that they've both reached an impasse. She wasn't willing to talk about that night. So neither would he.

"Well, then. Now that we've gotten all that out of the way, maybe we can go and have ourselves some fun? And just be normal for a change." she smiled at him playfully.

He was stunned at her sudden change of mood. But because she'd smiled at him, Stefan found himself smiling back. Somehow it didn't matter anymore what her reasons were for coming back. Why cut off his nose to spite his face? The truth was, he was glad she'd bought him. For a week, for a day it didn't matter. All that mattered was hoarding these precious moments with her and he vowed to enjoy every hour he'd get to spend with her.