"This one," Rebekah takes her blue sequin dress in her left hand and raises it in the air, "Or this one?" she takes the pink one with ruffles in the other hand.

Stefan cocks his eyebrow in her direction. "Don't you have any girl friends you could discuss this with?" he sprawls himself over the leather armchair behind the door.

Rebekah huffs. "All the girls I know dress like sluts," she says with a smirk on her face by which she knows he knows she actually wanted to say that all the girls she knows are sluts.

"And you're holding two nun habits in your hands," Stefan mocks the awfully short dresses Rebekah is holding in her hands.

Rebekah rolls her eyes. She got used to Stefan's comments and provocations. In the beginning she would get mad, sometimes even offended, but there were more things she liked about Stefan than disliked which is why she stayed friends with him. He knows how to be mean, even though he usually speaks the truth, and once she accepted that as a form of his humor, she started laughing at his jokes inside of her head, even when they were about her.

"So, which one?" she raises both hands in the air at the same time.

"Try the blue one," he points at the blue sequin dress she's holding in her left hand.

Rebekah sighs as she throws both of the dresses on the bed and starts taking her clothes off. She takes off her thin, yellow, cotton top off and matching shorts barely visible under her lengthy top.

Stefan was always fascinated by his relationship with Rebekah. He loves women, and he finds them attractive, every single one of them. He enjoys looking at them, thinking about them, fascinating about them. It's a sickness every teenage boy has, or better to say every man, even when they step into their adulthood. But he was never attracted to Rebekah. She's beautiful with her sunlight blonde hair and deep sea blue eyes. She's a picture perfect of the woman every man would like to have with her lean waist and long legs. She's one of the most beautiful girls in town, state, and to Stefan's opinion, in the world, but he never looked at her like he looks at other girls, even with her bad girl attitude behind which she hides her grace.

He remembers the first time he had seen Rebekah Mikaelson. First year of high school, she moved with her mother and brother to Mystic Falls because her mother got a new job opportunity here. He wondered which lousy job did she do before because Mystic Falls does not offer quality unless your family is here for generations, but he forgot to ask. Rebekah was wearing washed out jeans and beige leather jacket over ordinary black tank top. Stefan shook his head over her initial mistake. Girls around the school usually wore their cheerleading outfits or outfits which were similar to their cheerleading ones. Girls who dressed differently weren't considered important. But Rebekah did not care about their rules or opinions, she continued being herself. Something Stefan was always scared of being, but respected others who had enough courage to stand up for what they believe in, even if it was something as trivial as a piece of clothing.

Soon enough everyone started wearing washed out jeans and leather jackets and tank tops. Rebekah did not care about everyone else dressing like her which only made others want to dress like her even more.

She was different, she was being herself, she was funny and sarcastic, and he instantly knew he wants her as his friend. It took some time and a lot of work to make Rebekah warm up to him, but once she did, she never thought about leaving his side.

"How are things with Elena?" Rebekah asks as she takes the blue dress from the bed and starts putting it on her body over her head.

Stefan ponders a little on his answer. "She's back to being extremely Gilbertish," he says.

Rebekah chuckles a little to Stefan's word play. She had managed to figure out what went down between him and Elena by using pieces of information she had pulled out of Stefan, and the ones she blackmailed her way out from Damon. And she knew things are not as simple as Stefan describes them. She doesn't talk a lot with Stefan about his feelings and internal struggles, and when she does, he wraps his answers with a big, nice bow of humor. But that doesn't mean she doesn't know how he feels about a certain situation at any given moment. There's a reason why the two of them became best friends. He doesn't talk a lot, and she hears the words that doesn't even have to come out of his mouth.

Rebekah was sure he's attracted to Elena. She wasn't sure is he hiding or is he not aware of it himself.

"Do you have any more fantasies about the two of you making love?" she says the words 'making love' with a mocking tone of voice.

Stefan furrows his brows. "We weren't making love. We were fucking," he snaps at her, offended.

He always does that, whenever someone mentions love. He snaps at everything that has to do with love.

"So?" she asks, twirling around herself, "What do you think?" she shows off her dress.

Stefan wiggles his lips. "Try the other one."

She huffs as she takes the dress in between her fingertips and pulls it over her head. In the moment she throws the dress on the bed, the door of the room open and Elena walks in.

Her eyes pop out of her skull when they fall on Rebekah standing in front of Stefan in nothing but her underwear.

"I'm so, so sorry," she apologizes as she takes a step backwards and pulls the door with her.

"I'm just trying on some dresses," Rebekah yells after her which makes Elena stop walking backwards. Her look falls on Stefan when she comes back in the room, and she can see he's eyeing her legs.

"Gilbert, Gilbert," he shakes his head, saying her last name through his teeth, "Do you always think about sex?" he smirks at her smugly.

She keep her look on him, trying to stop herself from blushing. To her surprise, she succeeds. She smirks back at him, and that pushes him off his game a little. She pushes the door closed behind her.

"I'm Rebekah," she breaks the eye contact between Elena and Stefan by introducing herself when she realizes Stefan is not going to. She stretches her hand out to Elena, and it takes few moments for Elena to look away from Stefan to her.

Elena smiles gently at Rebekah as she makes few steps towards her and takes her hand into hers, "I'm Elena," she shakes Rebekah's hand. Elena keeps on smiling at her, and once she lets go off her hand, she comments, "I did not realize the two of you - "

"If you finish that sentence, I'm going to puke," Stefan warns her with a disgusted look on his face, rubbing his stomach, "She's like my sister."

Rebekah smiles at the choice of words Stefan decided to use to describe her, and Elena nods her head knowingly.

"Sorry," she shrugs, taking her bag off her shoulder and dropping it on the bed, "I was simply not aware of the fact Stefan can look at half naked women and not get a happy."

Rebekah chuckles at Elena's choice of words. She did not use 'get a happy' for an erection since secondary school. She liked how innocent Elena was.

Stefan rolls his eyes. "I do not have any sexual desire towards my future sister in law," he comments, knowing it will make Rebekah angry.

Rebekah hated talking about the future. 90% of high school relationship do not last beyond high school, is what she likes to repeat to him.

And he would reply how marriages based on high school relationships rarely end in divorce.

He often teased her but it would be nice to have Rebekah as part of the family. Something that would make him sure he will have Rebekah in his life forever.

Rebekah shoots him a deathly stare as she pulls a pink dress down her body.

Elena looks at Rebekah confused. "You and Damon?" she asks surprised.

She never took Damon for someone who would get into a relationship with a younger girl.

She never took Damon for someone who would get into a relationship.

A sweet smile makes an appearance on Rebekah's face as she nods in Elena's direction.

"I saw him couple of days ago," Elena wiggles her lips, "He hasn't said anything to me."

Stefan chuckles. "He's a 23 year old dating an 18 year old, not something you go around telling people."

Rebekah glares at him before she takes a shoe off her foot and throws it at him. The shoe bumps off his chest and falls into his lap, and he releases one loud "ouch" as he starts caressing his chest with his open palm.

Rebekah turns around to face Elena. "We haven't been going out for so long," she smiles as she takes the hem of her dress in between her fingertips and pulls it over her head, "Few months," a sweet smile creeps on her lips. It takes her few moments to regain her posture and for her cold and indifferent face expression to replace her cheery one. She puts both of the dresses on the bed, one next to another, and after she looks down at them, she asks, "So, which one?"

"Blue."

"Pink."

Stefan and Elena look at each other.

"Oh come on!" he throws his hands in the air, "She looks fucking amazing in the blue one."

Rebekah furrows her brows. "He has a point, the blue one fits me well," she eyes the dress wearily, trying to remember when had she bought it.

Elena shakes her head. She walks over to the bed and takes the pink dress in her hands. She presses the dress next to Rebekah's body. "You have a flawless tan," Elena compliments Rebekah, "You're not too dark, but you're not as pale as I am, so this color of pink fits you well. Plus, it goes really nice with your hair color," she smiles in Rebekah's direction as she examines her hair. "You do not have one ounce of fat on your body either, so ruffles look well on you," she says even though she's not the biggest fan of ruffles. She puts the dress on the bed and picks the blue one and presses it onto Rebekah, "Salvatore over here likes this one better because he's looking it from the guy perspective," she gives Stefan an eye, "It's way shorter than the other one, it has a zip on the front so it makes it easier to take off. It's too shiny, though," she looks up at Rebekah who's looking at her surprised, "I hope I'm not offending you," she apologizes, "But it looks tacky. I would go with the pink one," she puts the other dress on the bed and backs off from Rebekah.

Rebekah eyes her wearily. "How do you know all of this?"

Elena shrugs. "I read a lot."

Rebekah puts her hands on her hips and wiggles her lips as she observes the dresses. "I think Katherine got me the blue one for my birthday," Rebekah finally remembers where she got the dress from.

Elena chuckles. "Explains it."

Rebekah releases a light laugh.

"I like Katherine," Stefan furrows his brows.

"No, you like fucking Katherine," Rebekah says as she slips back into the pink dress.

"Fucking?" Elena cocks her eyebrow in Stefan's direction, "I thought you never allow yourself to be with the same girl twice."

Stefan is slightly ashamed that Elena knows that and she's not even close to him. If she knows, everyone know.

"Katherine is too persistent," Rebekah rolls her eyes.

There's a silence in the room from that moment on. Stefan is staring at one point on the wall, Rebekah is applying make up she took out of her bag, and Elena is humming awkwardly.

"Where are you guys going anyway?" Elena decides to break the awkward silence.

"Out," Stefan says coldly.

"Out where?"

"Out out."

Elena glares at him. If a look could kill..

"To a club," Rebekah decides to be the polite one.

"But - "

"We are not allowed to leave the hotel after 10pm," Stefan says in a girly voice, impersonating Elena, "We know Gilbert, we're doing it anyway."

"We're leaving in two days," Rebekah adds while applying her mascara on, "We deserve some fun."

Rebekah puts her mascara down as a delicious grin appears on her face, "Wanna come?" she turns to Elena.

"Me?" Elena points to herself, surprised Rebekah would even ask her to come with them.

Rebekah nods with a wide smile on her face.

"Gilbert here doesn't like to break rules," Stefan says mockingly, glaring at Elena, "She was also born without even one fun bone in her body."

Elena huffs angrily. She looks at Stefan like she's going to jump on him and strangle him any second now.

No, she's not the one to break the rules. But she broke so many of them already, even the ones she had set herself. First and foremost, she had let Stefan in. As much as she hates to admit it, she did it willingly, and she liked it. She had showed him she cares. She had surprised herself with how much she actually cares.

"Sure," she says as a devious grin appears on her face, and the one from Stefan's disappears, "I would love to come," she turns her look to Rebekah.

Rebekah jumps up and down on place and claps with her hands, "Get dressed then."

Elena takes the edges of her top in between her fingertips and pulls it up. Rebekah goes back to applying her make up, and Elena takes her shorts off as well, leaving herself in her panties and bra only.

Seeing Rebekah in her underwear is one thing, seeing Elena is something completely other. He can feel his body react to the sight in front of him. His mouth are dry, and his hands slippery on the leather armchair.

Get a grip of yourself man, he tells to himself, it's not like you've never seen a girl in her underwear.

He had seen plenty of them without anything on their bodies.

There's something different about Elena, though. It's the way she holds herself. It's about how shy she is, and how she blushes when someone compliments her, but under her clothes there's a freaking goddess.

He can't look directly at her because something bad may happen. He doesn't want to look away because he doesn't want her to know what kind of effect she has on him.

So he will just have to cross his legs and find something to keeps him busy as the two of them get ready. He takes his phone out and starts playing some random game.

At least she's not wearing lace.

"Damn Elena," after few minutes he hears Rebekah's voice, "You should dress like this more often."

Out of curiosity, he raises his look up.

You gotta be kidding me, he yells inside of his head as his look falls on Elena.

She's wearing a short, little black dress, less short than Rebekah's , which is still too short for what he got used to seeing her in. He always took Elena as a simple jeans and shirt kind of girl. There was something sexy about that. Way sexier than dresses half of the girls in school wear, the ones from which half of their ass sticks out. They leave nothing to the imagination. The dress was sleeveless, and the back of it was covered in lace.

"Thanks," Elena responds shyly.

"I have to take a shower," Stefan gets up from his chair in a hurry and stars walking towards the bathroom.

"What are you talking about? You had a shower half of hour ago," Rebekah frowns.

"And now I have to take another one," he says before he shuts the bathroom door behind him.

Stefan took another shower and changed his clothes two more times. He was running around like a puppy, confusing both Rebekah and Elena. He wanted to change his clothes for the third time, but somehow, Rebekah convinced him not to, leaving him in dark trousers and blue button up shirt. Elena had to admit, he looked very handsome.

Rebekah did Elena's hair, made her an up do. She did her make up as well, since Elena doesn't wear make up often, and when she does, she doesn't wear much of it. Stefan even complimented her looks. Through a mumble, though.

They met the rest of their friends, or whatever relations they have with them, on the other side of the street.

Matt was pretty surprised by her looks until Rebekah informed him she had helped with make up and hair. Elena was surprised Matt is going in the first place. He was probably thinking the same about her but was too nice to say it out loud. Tyler had no problems with commenting how she finally came out to the real world.

Niklaus, or Nik, how she found out they call him, tried to compliment her in all the wrong ways, which earned him a slap on the back of the head from Rebekah. Elena realized Stefan's jokes and provocations are not the worst, there's someone worse than him.

Unlike Katherine, Dana was excited there's someone new among them, but then again, Dana is always excited. About everything.

Katherine, who was in Rome few times before, lead them to the club she found most proper, and the whole walk there she was hanging on Stefan's arm. Stefan did not seem too pleased with that, but he did not tell her anything either. Katherine doesn't know how to take a hint, apparently. Or maybe she does, but she plays stupid.

They more they walked, the more Elena kept thinking what a mistake this was. Her dress kept going up her legs and she remembered why she never wore it before. She couldn't even think of a reason why she even brought it with herself, or even kept in her closet. Her feet were already hurting because of the heels Rebekah convinced her to wear, and she felt she has too much make up on her face.

But she did not want to turn around and go back. She did not want him to call her a quitter or a chicken or to think she doesn't have a fun bone in her body.

Which is when she started wondering since when does she care what Stefan thinks. About her, or about anything or anyone else for that matter.

She also knew the only way she's going to survive this night is with the help of alcohol, so when they arrived and Rebekah asked her to hit the bar with her, Elena agreed.

Elena was never much of a drinker, she did not even like alcohol all that much, so she knew she will have to be careful with the quantity of the drinks she consumes.

She wasn't.

Rebekah made her try all sorts of cocktails and drinks, some European stuff they do not even have back home apparently.

Some were too strong, and some were so delicious she had a feeling she's drinking some sort of a juice.

One by one, the drinks started affecting her. She became dizzy, her head was spinning, she was laughing like a mad person, the lights were brighter and the music louder. In any other situation she would leave that place without even thinking about looking back, but in the condition she was, she had a feeling like that club is the perfect place for her to be.

She was dancing and twirling and talking to strangers on her bad half Italian - half Spanish made up language. Some guys bought her drinks, which made her feel good. She thought how she should do this more often - have fun.

"Hey Salvatore!" Elena yells in Stefan's ear when she jumps to the other side of a bar where he's been sitting.

"Gilbert?" he raises his eyebrow at her unusually cheerful tone of voice, "Are you drunk?" he asks when he notices her eyes glimmering. They usually glimmer, but this is a different kind of glimmer, a drunk glimmer.

He wasn't drunk. He had a couple of drinks, so he was buzzed at best. Far away from drunk.

He knew she is, though. He had seen her talking with those guys, laughing, flirting, probably not even intentionally. It was a different side of her, and he asked himself for how long has she been hiding this girl inside of herself.

"Why?" she bites her lower lip, "Want to take advantage of me?" she pokes him on the chest with her finger, thinking about how at this point she would probably let him.

He chuckles. "I guess that answers my question," he makes her giggle. Or the booze makes her giggle.

Out of some reason, he would like to think it's him rather than alcohol.

All of a sudden she pouts. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"I was here with Katherine," he takes a sip of his bear out of the bottle, "But then Giuliani or Raphael or Marcelino came over and she went with him."

Elena frowns. "Went where?"

"To the dance floor," Stefan points with his eyes, "But with Katherine, you can never be sure," he takes another sip of his beer.

Elena nods in understanding. "So, are you two, like, together?" she gets tangled in her own words.

Stefan laughs at her poor attempt to make a sentence, "Gilbert, I don't do relationships," he answers her.

"So the two of you fuck occasionally?" she asks curiously. There was something tempting to that kind of a relationship now when she thinks about it. All fun, no pain.

Stefan nods.

"Do you think you're ever going to be more than fuck buddies?"

"With Katherine?" he asks, pondering on the idea, "Nah," he shakes his head after few seconds. "With someone else? Only time will tell."

Maybe when he's more mature or when he finds someone who's worth all of the mess relationships bring with themselves. That probably won't happen years from now, though.

She watches him carefully, eyeing him, which makes him realize that's the way he sometimes looks at her. When he's hungry for her.

"Do you think maybe I could be your fuck buddy?" she asks, and her question makes him choke on his beer.

"Gilbert," he says her name through a laugh, "You're drunk," he states one more time.

"What a drunk person says, the sober one thinks," she winks at him before she makes a step forward. Her body is so close to his when she steps in between his parted legs. Her stomach is pressing to his groin, and he can feels her chest on his. He can feel every breathe she takes. "I'm one of the few you haven't slept with," she smiles as her lips scrape on his for a moment, before she backs her head away from his and looks him in the eyes. She throws her arms around his neck, "And sometimes I get so horny," she says quietly, "And in those times your face pops into my head often," her fingers land in his hair.

They stay in that position for few seconds. He's unable to move or speak, and she keeps pulling her fingers through his hair, pressing her body against his.

And then, she backs away. "I'm joking," she giggles as she takes the beer bottle out of his hands and places it on the counter, "Come," she takes his hand into hers and pulls him after her, "Let's dance."

He doesn't want to dance, he doesn't feel like dancing, but yet, he follows her willingly. She leads them to the middle of dance floor where she finally stops and starts dancing as soon as they find an empty spot.

He has never seen her like this. This happy, this smiling, this excited or free. All of the things he told her start spinning in his head, especially bad things, and he regrets every one of them because they're so far away from the truth.

She's so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. Her smile is one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen, because it borders with the smile of a flirty woman and a smile of an innocent child.

Her arms wrap around his waist and she pulls herself closer to him, looking up at him with a smile of her face, "I'm having so much fun!" she yells.

He does something he never did before. Something Damon does with Rebekah, something he had seen guys do around the school or in the movies or whatever. He raises his hands and puts his open palms on her cheeks, cupping her face, like he wants to freeze this moment so he can admire the beauty of her smile forever. It's like his hands were made for her because her cheeks fall so softly in his palms, and she tilts her head a little when he cups her face. "I can see that," he smiles back at her.

"I'm glad I came," she says, feeling like she left her body, like she's floating in the mid air.

"I'm glad you came too," he lets go off her face and his hands fall down her body on her hips, and once they do he thinks she's going to let go off him, but she doesn't.

They keep looking at each other before his lips fall near her ear and he whispers, "I want you."

She doesn't react, and he's too afraid to raise his head. So instead of looking her in the eyes, he moves his head where his lips linger next to hers. She gasps silently, and when her lips part a little, he kisses her.

His lips land on hers, and to his surprise, she kisses him back.

She moves her arms from his waist and throws them around his neck. She kisses him harder, more hungrily.

He can feel the fruity taste of cocktails in her mouth.

He can't believe he's kissing Elena Gilbert. Willingly.

His hands move from her hips to her ass and he squeezes it lightly. She has a perfect ass.

As he does so, her body nudges a little and moves more towards his.

"Let's go," she says when she parts her lips from his to catch some air.

"Go where?" he asks confused.

"Back to the hotel," she whispers into his ear.

Before she knows it he's grabbing her hand and fighting their way through the crowd towards the exit. He kisses her one more time. He stops the cab and they get in. She gives the hotel address because he doesn't know it. They keep kissing on the back seat of a cab and it feels so cheap and cheesy, but at the same time exciting and new and normal. He gives money to the taxi driver and they get out of the car. He kisses her before they enter into the hotel lobby and carefully move towards the elevator. Once they're in he pins her against the elevator wall and attacks her lips with his. She lets him. He puts his hands under her ass and lifts her up, and she wraps her legs around him.

The elevator makes a beeping sound, letting them know they're on the requested floor, and the elevator door open. Both of them pray there's no one in the hallway.

He moves out of the elevator still with her in his arms and moves towards their room. He takes the keys out of his pocket with one hand while holding on to her with the other. He pushes the key in the knob, turns it, and the door fly wide open. He steps inside and pushes the door closed behind him.

He pushes few things, like the hotel telephone, some of the things they have left too, off the dresser, and places her on it. They keep kissing, sometimes forgetting to stop to catch some air.

She asks herself what the hell does she think she's doing few times, but she never gets the chance to answer her own question. She's too busy with the thought of how unbelievable she's feeling at the moment.

How free and alive she's feeling. Like that night on the dance floor back home, only better. She finally found that feeling again, and once again, she had found it in him.

She couldn't believe the sensation flowing inside of her, as well as the extensive pleasure and excitement. She felt like she's finally letting herself experience something she's been forbidding herself for such a long time.

She can feel his hand on her thighs, and without thinking, she parts her legs. Her dress goes up her body, sticking on her waist, exposing her panties. He keeps on kissing her lips, even when his hand slips inside of her panties.

When she feels his finger inside of herself, she releases a bit of air in his mouth. His lips curve into a smile while still pressing onto hers. She detaches her lips from his and buries her face into his neck, gasping, making his skin vibrate.

He moves his lips to her neck and starts kissing it.

"Mhmmm," she says into his skin, making him smile as he plants kisses on her neck.

Her leg is pressing onto his groin, and she can feel him getting hard.

She can also feel incredible tension building up in her, making her skin hot. "Stef," she can't even say his name fully.

All of a sudden he pulls his hand out of her panties, which makes her groan in displeasure, and picks her up from the dresser.

The next thing she knows they're both falling on the bed, he's on top of her, his bulge pressing on her now wet panties, and his lips are landing on hers.

How he wishes she was sober. How he wishes she was like this naturally and how she wishes this is what she actually wants.

How he wishes all of this was real.

If it were maybe then they could..

"No," he finds himself saying as he pushes himself off of her. She looks at him confused as he sits on the bed, turning his back to her. "You're drunk," he says like he's only realizing it now.

"No, I'm fine," she mumbles, tugging on his arm, "I want you," she tries to pull him back on her.

"You don't want me. You're just horny," he says.

And now he realizes this is probably how all of the girls he's been felt. Like he's there because he's horny, not because of them. It's a disgusting feeling. Something no one should ever go through.

And he made so many girls go through it.

Elena pulls her dress down her body and moves to the edge of the bed to sit next to him.

He did not want things to be uncomfortable between them. He hates being uncomfortable.

"Our first kiss," he bumps his shoulder into hers.

She smiles. "Well, not technically. Our first kiss was in the third grade."

He looks at her confused, but then a smiles appears on his face. "Right, the dare. What were we? Eight?" he looks at her.

She nods as she looks at him as well. "You told me I can't possibly eat twenty pancakes," she sinks into the memory.

"And you told me I don't have it in me to kiss a girl," he laughs lightly.

"I proved you wrong. I ate all of the twenty pancakes," she laughs out loud, "And my stomach was aching for a week," she cocks her eyebrow at him.

"Right," he lights up when he remembers, "I was bringing you chicken noodle soup every day after school," he remembers picking up the soup in a plastic box every day for a week.

"And writing my homework. By the end of the week you asked me does my stomach still hurts, and I said no and asked you why."

"And I told you so I don't get pancake germs," both of them laugh out loud, "And then I kissed you."

"Right," she nods.

Wait, first kiss?

Does that mean there's going to be more?

AN: I did not want Elena to interrupt everything. It would be very unfair since she started the whole thing. Plus, I think it would do good for Stefan's "development". I hope you enjoyed this chapter, be sure to tell me what you think about it!