A/N Sorry for the long wait. Who is excited for a Stefan-centric episode? MEEEEEE!
Chapter 4
Stefan cannot remember having this much fun for a long time. It was now their third day together and he is waiting for her to finished changing into her bathing suit. They plan to spend their whole day swimming in the lake and star gazing during the night.
They drove to the Lake House after their breakfast on that first day making a couple of pit stop, a grocery store for her and a blood bank for him. They talk, mostly about their friends' lives and Mystic Falls. They steer clear on any type of discussion with regards to their own personal life. When night came, they decided to play charades. Years of being friends with Caroline and Bonnie have taught Stefan the art of the game and he had easily beaten Elena, much to her chagrin.
On the second day, they spent the day cooking up a feast since Elena was craving for Italian food. It took Stefan the whole day to cook the food since Elena is no help at all. After all these years, she still can't cook to save her life. Stefan's incessant teasing of Elena's lack of cooking skills lead to a food fight. It took them the whole afternoon to clean up their mess. Too tired with their activities the whole day, they decided to spend the night watching sappy movies. Their choices included While You Were Sleeping, A Walk to Remember, and Pretty Woman.
"Sorry, I took too long," Elena apologized as she went down to stairs to meet him. Her attire of black bikini top and cut-off shorts has left him speechless, his eyes training on her bare legs.
Elena blushed, after all these years he can still make her feel like the most beautiful woman he ever seen. And that is saying a lot since he has been alive for more than a century.
"Uhm, yeah, it's fine" he replied trying not to blush at being caught staring at her legs. After all these years, she can still make him feel like a teenager. "We better get going," he said while grabbing the picnic basket they had prepared and made their way towards the dock.
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The sun was setting quite beautifully. Stefan made a little bonfire to keep them warm while they lay down side by side in the dock, looking in the horizon and making jokes at each other's expense. This is one thing she and Stefan never did experience when they were dating, peace and quiet.
Out of nowhere, she let out a giggle. Stefan looked at her, raising his eyebrows silently asking why she was giggling.
"Remember the time when Jenna and Alaric caught you sneaking out of the house with you wearing only your boxers? I don't know who is more mortified." She can still remember Jenna's and Alaric's embarrassed expression because it seemed that Alaric had also spent the night in Jenna's room.
"Because apparently somebody hid my clothes," he replied glaring at her playfully.
"I don't know what you are talking about," she retorted, giggling some more. "I never did such thing." After a few minutes, she sighed.
"You missed them?" he asked although he already knows the answer.
"Every day. It's been years but the pain and sadness is still there."
He sat up and move beside her. He looked at her as he tuck a strand of her brown her behind her ear. "I will be lying if I tell you that time will heal the wounds. The pain and loss will always be there, but the best you can do is that you make happy memories that will balance out the sadness."
She reached out to touch his face, caressing his lips with her thumb. "Kiss me," She whispered.
He stared at her face, unsure on what to do. He knows he shouldn't kiss her because that would just complicate matter between them but as he stared at her doe eyes, he couldn't stop himself, Elena has always been his weakness.
He slowly lowered his head, his lips slightly pressing her lips. The kiss was hesitant at first, unsure but it did not take long before the kiss become heated.
"Maybe we should take this inside?" she gasped as his tongue found its way inside her left ear. They have changed position, with him lying underneath and her on top of him. Although they still had their clothes on, there were noticeable bumps that could be seen and felt through them.
"Hmmm…" he mumbled, giving her neck his full attention.
"We. Need. Something. To. Lie. On. " She interspersed each word with little kisses and nibbles from his lips to the side of his neck.
He gasped when she sucked on the skin over his carotid. "Your wish is my command," he whispered just before he rolled her over and nearly stumbled in his haste to get up to get them one.
She was lying provocatively on her side with just her bathing suit when he came back. Her shorts and the tank top she has been wearing before has been discarded in the side.
Like a zombie he moved towards her and dropped the comforter he'd pulled off one of the beds onto the docks as she crooked her finger at him. He barely had the thing spread out before he quickly picked her up so they could both lie down on it. Only the light from the lanterns outside the house and the moon above could be seen for miles around as darkness fell on the lake completely.
He turned them so she was lying underneath him and proceeded to drop little kisses all over her face, her neck, and lower.
She gasped as one of his hands traveled slowly, from her knee, to her thigh, higher.
She in turn busied herself by running her hands all over his chest, under his shirt.
He moaned when her fingers moved from his chest, down to his tummy, lower, until they met the waistband of his shorts.
Their lips met again and when his tongue sought entrance, she let him in. He tasted her fully, completely, drinking in her essence as he did the same to him.
Until neither of them knew where his lips ended and hers began.
"Why did you have to tie it so tight?" he muttered inelegantly as he sought to remove her bikini top with one hand.
She pushed him off her to do the honors herself and whispered, "Take your shirt off," when they both came up for air.
"God you're so beautiful," he couldn't help but marvel as he looked at her bared figure. She really did look beautiful. And sexy. And quite possibly edible.
She answered by pulling him into her embrace once again. They both gasped at the contact of bare skin against bare skin and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her again. This time, it was a kiss meant to sear her to her very toes and more. It worked.
But she'd given back as good as she got and he found himself turning the two of them over so she ended up draped over him, straddling him, her hair forming a mysterious curtain over their faces as they continued kissing.
His eyes closed helplessly as her lips left his to travel downwards, from his chin, to that hollow in his neck, lower, to his chest.
If he hadn't already been lying down, he swore he would have fallen at that exact moment when she darted her tongue out to trace patterns on his stomach, moving ever lower.
"What?" she started to complain when he grasped her hair to pull her up for another kiss. One that was almost punishing in its intensity. A kiss meant to burn. A kiss meant to brand.
"It's my turn now," he whispered just before he too dropped little kisses from her chin, towards her neck, coupling each one with little nips that made her gasp and moan at every turn.
He looked up to see her eyes closed in ecstasy before his tongue started to trace patterns on her neck, lower, and lower still.