She rushes down the school hallways, fighting her way through the sea of people, pushing them aside, and being pushed by some. The hallways of their school are far too tight for so many students who keep coming out of the classrooms which are so close to each other.
Somehow she finds her way out, and when she sees Stefan standing by his locker, she shouts his name and he turns around instantly. At first he's worried, but when he notices a smile on her face the muscles on his relax instantly.
Once she reaches him she crashes into his body, jumping on him. Her arms fly around his neck, squeezing him tightly, and she wraps her legs around his waist. He puts his hands under her bottom to prop her up, in case her legs give out on her. Even though he's confused by her sudden excitement and public expression of affections, he welcomes the kiss she plants on his lips clumsy, and in a hurry.
After she detaches her lips from his, she reaches for the pocket of her jacket and unfolds a white piece of paper in front of his eyes.
"Guess who got into Princeton?" she asks excitedly before his eyes finish roaming over the letter.
When he reaches "Congratulations! On the behalf of Princeton College community, I am pleased to announce your admission for Fall 2013!" he raises his look from the letter and his eyes meet hers, which are glistening from happiness, and he pulls a wide smile across his face.
"You got into Princeton?" he half asks, half announces, excitement evident in his voice.
He feels like a rock has been lifted off his chest. They won't have to say goodbye to each other. They won't be separated by miles and hours. They won't have to struggle with a long distance relationship. She will be right there next to him, and they will have a chance to grow, they will have a chance to build their future together.
As much as the thought of having a future with someone, once upon a time, made his throat tighten, now makes his heart pound wildly from happiness. It makes him excited. It makes him eager. It makes him wish it can start right now.
"Of course you got into Princeton," he nuzzles his nose against hers, because people from Princeton would have to be on some serious drugs not to accept her, like those maniacs from Harvard were, and gives her a light peck on the lips before he yells, "Hey everyone!" making the crowd freeze, because Stefan has this effect on people. He has the ability to catch peoples attention, something Elena was never good at. She always tried to blend in, and Stefan spent his whole life sticking out. "My girlfriend just got into Princeton," he says, his lips forming into a smile while hovering near hers.
Everyone start clapping, some even shout words of congratulations, and she has no idea do they do that because they're genuinely happy for her or because Stefan was the one to make an announcement, but for the first time she doesn't care.
"Party at my house, today, after 9pm," after those words the crowd starts howling and clapping harder, and his lips attack hers, pulling them into a passionate kiss, acting like they're not standing in the middle of a school hallway, surrounded by hundreds of people who are probing into their intimacy. No, they're allowing them.
She tries to wiggle herself away from him so he gently lets her down because he hates when she tries to detach herself from him by force, even if it's a light signal she wants to stop showing off their intimacy to others.
"A party? For me?" she bites her lower lip and he's amazed how he manages to look as shy as a child and as seductive as a grown woman at the same time.
"Of course," he puts his hands on her hips because lately he can't seem to keep his hands away from her, "This deserves a celebration," his thumbs travel under the hem of her skin tight flowery top.
"Oh," she exhales, acting disappointed, "I was hoping we could have our own, private party, just the two of us," she looks at him with that look again, look that drives him wild, a mix of innocence and seduction.
He pulls her closer to himself. "Oh," he brings his lips closer to her ear, "I can assure you we will," his hands travel down to her ass and he squeezes it lightly.
"Can you two stop it," Elena hears a familiar voice behind her back, and Stefan growls annoyed because someone dared to interrupt them, "We're in a public place," Elena turns around, and Stefan raises his head to look at Rebekah rolling her eyes at the sight of them, "Plus, I just ate, and I'd like to keep my food down" her eyes fall on Stefan's arms wrapped around Elena's waist, and Elena just giggles. "What happened to oh so sweet and innocent Elena?" Rebekah grins.
Stefan lowers his chin on Elan's shoulder and says melodically, "She doesn't live here anymore," which only makes Elena giggle more. "Don't be bitter because your boyfriend is middle aged," Stefan grins.
A frown appears on Rebekah's face. "Do I have to remind you he's your brother as well?"
Stefan shrugs. "Doesn't take the fact he's old."
"Anyway," Rebekah says after rolling her eyes one more time, "What do I hear about you hosting a party tonight?" she asks offended he didn't inform her about it first.
"Oh, yes," he can feel the offence in her voice so he tries to tell her it was a last minute decision, "We just found my incredibly smart girlfriend got into Princeton," he gives Elena a peck on the cheek.
A smile appears on Rebekah's face as she steps in to give Elena a hug. Stefan backs down to give them their space.
"Congratulations!" Rebekah squeaks.
"Thank you," Elena smiles.
"Elena!" another voice comes from down the hallway. Elena sees Caroline running towards them over Rebekah's shoulder.
"Caroline," Elena lets Rebekah go, "Just the person I wanted to see. I have some happy news," she says when Caroline arrives closer.
"Me too," her face is serious, "At least I think it's good news," she frowns before she smiles, "You go first, though."
"I got into Princeton!" she says instantly.
Caroline's lips pull into a smile, "Oh my God, Elena!" she opens her arms and pulls Elena in her embrace, "Congrats," she squeaks into Elena's ear. "I know it's not Harvard, but.."
"But it's better," Elena says before Caroline gets a chance to finish her sentence.
Caroline smiles as she pulls herself out of her friends embrace.
"Now, what did you want to tell me?" Elena asks as excitedly as she made her announcement.
"Right," Caroline stills her look on Elena, "Well, we were just having our weekly Prom committee meeting, and we found out Prom king and queen nominees."
"Caroline," Elena warns, "You know I was never interested in that stuff."
"I know," Caroline exhales, "But you might as well be now."
A frown appears on Elena's face. "And why is that?"
"You're one of the nominees."
Elena's eyes pop out of her eye sockets and her lips part in disbelief. "What?" husky voice escapes her throat. "That's not possible."
"Actually, it is very possible," Rebekah concludes, "You're with Stefan now, and he's a shoe win for the king."
Caroline nods. "We had to add a nominee because it can't be a one man competition."
"Katherine will be pissed," Rebekah grins.
"I think so too," Caroline agrees, "She's been bringing us cookies for a week now."
"Where did she make them? In Hell?" Elena frowns at the mention of Katherine.
Rebekah laughs out loud, tapping Elena on the shoulder.
"She can't possibly think I oppose any real competition," Elena says angrily. She can't be bothered with that whole Prom thing business.
"The thing is, you do," Caroline tries to show her how serious the whole thing is, "She only had two more nominee votes than you."
Elena's expression becomes serious all of a sudden.
"And she knows people will buy this whole couple routine because it's cute," Rebekah adds.
"They're going to post the list on the bulletin board soon," Caroline warns her, "And expect Katherine to make a great deal about it, because you're her only serious opponent. Everyone know Sally is nominated because she slept with half of the school, and everyone feel bad for Mindy because someone uploaded those pictures of her kissing her dog with a tongue on Facebook."
She remembers those. Poor Mindy. It was funny as hell, though, especially the one where the dog tried to fight her off.
"May the force be with you, young padawan," Stefan puts his hand on her shoulder.
Elena looks up at him. "You're actually a huge geek, aren't you?" she furrows her brows at him.
He shakes his head. "Your geek," he presses his lips against hers.
Her geek. She could live with that.
By 10pm, Stefan's house is full of people. Everyone are drinking, dancing and once Elena arrives, everyone are congratulating her on the Princeton acceptance and Prom queen nomination, many of them already giving her their vote.
She smiles in their direction, thanking them politely, even though she doesn't really care.
She never cared about being the Prom queen. She thought the whole thing is incredibly silly, designed for girls who think High School is the highlight of their life. And for the most of them, it is, mostly because they spend their whole life based on that thought. Life is so much more than four years of your life you either spend invisible or proving everyone you're better than them. And once you leave it you realize you're none of those things because the rest of the world doesn't care if you were a Prom queen or a head cheerleader or the kid who had no friends.
"You look amazing," she feels his arms wrapping around her waist, and his fingers going down her bare legs, then moving back up and disappearing under the hem of her dress. She puts her hands on his so she can stop everyone from seeing her panties. "You're so not fun," he whispers into her ear, his lips scraping against her earlobe, hot air coming out of his mouth making her shiver. She smiles, still feeling his fingertips on the skin under her dress, slowly and gently caressing her.
"Oh?" she gasps, closing the space between their bodies, pressing her bottom onto his groin. "No fun?" she asks quietly with a smokey voice as she slowly starts circling with her ass.
He groans into her ear. "Tease," he says irritated, pushing her away from him, "I'm going to get you a drink."
"Little Gilbert," she turns around towards the direction of the voice and sees Damon smirking at her, Rebekah under his arm.
"Damon," Elena greets him, giving Rebekah a kiss on the cheek.
"Rebekah, do you know the last time I've seen this girl she and my brother were playing doctor?" Elena remembers herself forcing Stefan into being a patient every single time. "And now she's giving him a hard on," he grins.
Rebekah laughs, and Elena's cheeks cover in blush.
"Aren't you a little too old for this party, Damon?" Elena teases him, grinning right back at him.
He doesn't let himself get sidetracked, though. "I like my fruit fresh," he pulls Rebekah closer to himself, and she plants a kiss on his cheek.
Before she gets a chance to say something witty in return, another voice distracts her, "Look who's here," she turns around only to see Katherine standing behind her, her hands on her hips, "Peasant going for the crown."
Here we go.
"Tell me," she makes her curls fly to her back, exposing the pink blush on her tanned cheeks, "How did you do it?"
"Do what?" she crosses her arms on her chest.
Katherine huffs, like her question was supposed to be obvious. "Got nominated."
A frown disappears from Elena's face. "Well unlike you, I didn't have to bribe them."
The expression on Katherine's face becomes serious. "You know the only reason you got nominated is because you're dating Stefan, right?"
"You know that I don't care, right?" Elena says cockily.
"Good," Katherine exhales, pretending to be relieved, "I'd hate to see tears on your face when you lose against me," she puts her hand on the spot where her heart is supposed to be, if she has one to begin with, and pretends to be hurt.
If there's a person who can get Elena irritated it's Katherine Pierce. And Nicki Minaj, but that's a whole other topic.
All of a sudden, she wants to win. Just to prove Katherine she can. That she can beat her and win the crown not just because she's dating Stefan. Katherine should pull her head out of the clouds. If anything, she's doing her a favor.
"Well save your tears because you're the one who might end up crying."
Katherine chuckles. "Do you even know anything about Prom campaign? Because I pretty much had one since I was a fetus."
Makes sense, devil always plans ahead. She probably has a plan A, then B, then C. The whole alphabet.
"My campaign manager is on the Prom committee, so I would say she knows a thing or two about Prom campaigns," Elena smirks.
Katherine's face expression becomes serious.
"I'm your campaign manager?" Elena hears Caroline's voice coming from behind her.
Where did she come from?
She turn around, "Of course you are," and gives Caroline a look.
Caroline squeals from joy.
"Is that even allowed?" Katherine asks bitterly.
Doesn't she watch Game of Thrones?
"Everything is fair in love and war," Elena grins at her.
Katherine's face becomes pale and she has no other choice but to turn around and walk away.
"Why is that girl so familiar to me?" Damon wonders.
Elena turns around to him, clearly still annoyed by Katherine's presence. "Maybe because your brother has been fucking her."
Damon smirks, relishing in Elena's still present jealousy. And he knows that kind of a jealousy never goes away. Because that feeling is not based on bitterness, but on knowledge someone else has a part of the person you love, which means one less part for you to meet. It's selfish, but it's a human emotion. It's what drives us.
"My brother has been fucking many girls."
"I know, but none of them keep hovering in front of my eyes all the time, reminding me of it. Verbally," Elena hisses the last word out through her teeth.
"I can't believe I'm going to be your campaign manager," Caroline says excitedly, like she hasn't even heard anything Elena said since she assigned her the job, "I have so many plans," she takes her phone out and starts writing on it wildly.
Oh God, Elena thinks to herself, what have I done?
"Now you have more than a big chance of winning," Rebekah comments, still clinging onto Damon's arm, "Katherine like Leonardo DiCaprio of High School, she just can't win."
When he brings her the drink she sips it down in one gulp, grabs his wrist and leads him up the stairs. He follows her confused, but he doesn't ask anything. Not until she opens his bedroom door and pushes him roughly on the bed.
She reaches for the zipper of her navy blue dress and pulls it down, the dress slowly falling down her body without her even having to push it down.
"Elena, someone is going to catch us," he eyes her wearily.
"So what?" she furrows her brows before a smirk appears on her face, "Doesn't that make it that much more exciting?" she asks, waiting for his reaction.
She doesn't get one, though. He just keeps eyeing her, confused by the person standing in front of him.
All of the confusion disappears when he finally realizes his girlfriend is standing in front of him half naked.
The only thing better than seeing Elena naked is seeing her in lingerie. Lucky him, she had impeccable taste that goes alongside her slender figure. He loved seeing bright colors on her tanned skin, with her tan lines peeking out.
He got up from the bed, wanting to take her in his embrace, only to be pushed down back on the bed.
"A-a," she waved her finger at him, smirk present on her face, "You don't get to touch," she used her seductive voice for those words, "Not yet."
Surprise was evident on his face.
It's not that sex with Elena was bad, far from that, it was probably the best sex he had in his life by now. It was a completely different experience, one he enjoyed a lot more than the previous ones. But he knew what to expect from her. He knew what she likes and what she doesn't like and in which position are they most likely to have sex in. She was inexperienced and he didn't feel a need to ask her to try something new because, for now, he was perfectly content with their sex life.
But if she wants to take the lead, who is he to protest?
She walks closer to him, slowly, one leg in front of the other, bends and kisses him on the lips. His hands fly in the direction of her waist instinctively, almost like a reflex. But she catches his hands in mid air, and lowers them back to the bed.
She exhales, faking disappointment, and walks to the other side of the bed, kneeling on the edge of it.
"Where do you want to touch me?" she asks, pulling her fingertips over her arms because she knows he loves to trail the length of her arms with his fingers. "Here?" her fingers move to her stomach, circling on it, folding her hips slightly.
His hands shiver, his fingers crumbling the bed covers. He has a feeling every bone in his arm will break if she doesn't stop.
If she doesn't let him touch her.
Her hands fly to her back and he can hear the clasp of her bra getting undone. The straps slide down her arms, and he gulps.
She takes her bra off and throws it behind herself, on the other side of the room.
She slowly trails her fingertips over her stomach to her chest, cupping her breasts. "Or here?" he's mesmerized by the movement of her hands.
"Or.." her hands start traveling down her body, her fingers disappearing behind her panties, "Maybe here?" she bites her lower lip before she starts moving her hand inside of her panties and a pleasurable expression appears on her face.
She starts moving her hand faster, her lips parting a little, silent moan escaping her throat.
He thinks how he had never seen anything hotter.
She pulls her fingers out of her panties rapidly, gets on all four and starts crawling towards him across the bed.
She puts her hand on his shaft, and when she feels, over his jeans, how hard he got, a smirk appears on her lips.
She props herself up, helping him to take his shirt off, and when she pulls it over his head, his lips fall on her breasts, gently sucking her nipples.
She enjoys it for a moment or two before her fingers disappear in his hair and she yanks his head away.
"I said no touching," she looks into his eyes, "That includes your lips."
She plants a gentle kiss on his lips before turning around and getting back on all four.
"Do you know this is the easiest position to reach climax?" she asks him, wiggling her ass before him.
Something gets stuck in his throat. Probably his breath, but he doesn't even care. If he chokes now, he will die as a happy man.
"I do," he finds his voice, "But how do you know?"
She smirks at him as her hand goes down her body and her fingers travel back in her panties.
"I did some research," she answers, "They say this position puts most pressure to the woman's G-spot."
He keeps monitoring her hand as it quickens its pace inside of her panties.
"Do you want to fuck me like this?" she asks him, need evident in her eyes as much as in his.
He nods quickly because he feels like there's fire inside of his throat.
"What are you waiting for then?" she smiles at him.
He gets rid of the rest of his clothes, probably the fastest in his life. He crawls behind her, pushing her panties down. She removes her fingers for them, allowing him to. He throws them in the same direction she threw her bra in.
He feels up her ass, squeezing it a little, before moving his fingers to her slit and pulling it up and down, making her ass jerk towards him. He smirks because he knows it's his time to tease her now.
And maybe he would do it longer if he didn't feel like he's going to explode.
He positions his member in front of her entrance and starts pushing it inside slowly. When it's halfway in, he pushes the rest of it all at once, making her gasp in surprise because his move was unexpected.
He puts his hands on her hips, holding onto her as he starts pushing inside of her, filling her in completely. This time he doesn't allow her to get used to him inside of her, he starts pushing rapidly, making her pant heavily after just a minute.
Her screams are piercing and he knows there's a great chance someone can hear them if anyone is standing in the close proximity of his room. If there wasn't for music blasting from downstairs everybody would be able to hear her.
"Have I ever told you how tight you are?" his fingers move to the her stomach, sliding over it slightly.
A silent no escapes in the form of a moan.
"Stefan," she says his name through a scream, "Harder, please," so he fulfills her wish and quickens his pace. A pleasurable cry flows over her lips. "You're so deep," she barely manages to say, thinking how he's never been so deep before. She can feel him hitting against her cervix.
His fingers get tangled in her hair when, all of a sudden, he pulls the ends of her hair and yanks her up, pulling her whole body up, her back pressing onto his chest. She gasps in surprise.
He keeps pushing inside of her while she's being propped against him. His lips fly to her neck and he starts planting kisses there. His hands move to her breasts and start playing with them, squeezing them lightly, pulling on her nipples. Her hair gets stuck in between their bodies, gluing to their skin thanks to sweat.
"Stefan, please, let me come," she practically begs him, feeling like her insides are going to explode, her heart pounding wildly against her chest.
He smiles against the skin of her neck while one of his hands moves down her body and starts stimulating her clitoris.
She cries out in pleasure, calling out his name. One of her hands falls on top of his, and the other flies to her mouth when she realizes she's too loud.
"I want you to come too," she whispers, her throat dry, "I want us to come together."
She can feel him nod against her head as his hand starts moving faster and faster.
He moves his hand from her chest and wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and she can feel climax building inside of her.
"I'm going to come," she cries out to him, and he can feel her squeezing around him, every muscle in her body tightening, and as she comes, he comes too.
She falls on the bed and rolls onto her back, and as she does, he falls on top of her and plants a gentle kiss on her lips.
"We're so doing this again," he says with a smile on his face.
She laughs and throws her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
I have too much time on my hands.