When they arrived to Miami their rooms were already ready, waiting for them to get settled in. Elena crashed on the bed in relief as Stefan dragged her suitcase alongside his own luggage, which was nothing compared to hers. This time he didn't complain at the heaviness of it, proving one more time he's the best boyfriend ever. He would probably agree on going shopping with her as well, even if that meant following her around and carrying her bags. She has to remember that one because they should totally do that one. At first he was doing all of those things for her because he would expect a reward for his good deeds, but now, he does them just because. Just because of her.
Two weeks of sun, sea, partying, fun and junk food. That's just what they all need before heading of to college and getting tortured by merciless faculty.
After unpacking and resting for few hours they headed over to town for dinner, deciding to threat the rest of the day easy knowing if they mess up their sleeping schedule in the beginning they will be tired the whole time they spend there.
Most of their days were repetitive, beach, having fun, partying, sleeping as little as they have to, and then do it all over again. They didn't mind, though, since repetitive relaxation can never become boring, especially when you're among friends. Waking up next to Stefan morning after morning became extremely pleasant, she was surprised how little it took her to adjust having him next to her every day when she wakes up.
During one of their last days there, or better to say nights, they decided to find a secluded beach, far away from the crowd, and have some fun all by themselves. They bought snacks and bunch of liquor, sat in the van and drove off to find an empty beach. After 20 minutes of searching they found a small beach behind the woods, surrounded by high rocks. They settled in between two rocks, in the sand, moon being their only source of light. They ate all of the snacks almost right away, keeping it light, before opening the liquor they bought.
Guys mostly stuck with beer, even though girls made them take few shots. Rebekah makes amazing cocktails. The thing about cocktails is that they taste like juice, so people can drink glass after glass, almost forgetting they're drinking alcohol. And with Elena being a light weight, Stefan had to keep an eye on the number of glasses she had. Which became more difficult with every beer bottle he emptied.
"Let's play truth or dare!" Rebekah says enthusiastically, taking the empty bottle of vodka in her hands, spinning it between her fingers, waiting for the rest of them to agree. Both Caroline and Elena scream in agreement, while guys just nod their heads in confirmation. "I'll go first," Rebekah announces, looking at everyone as they form the circle. "Caroline," her look falls on the blonde girl across her, "Truth or dare?" she wiggles her brows.
"Umm," Caroline hums while squinting, "Truth!" she declares after few seconds of thinking.
Rebekah grins. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how good is Tyler in bed?"
Caroline shifts her glare to Tyler who gives her an approving nod.
"Eight," Caroline says without giving it a second thought.
Funny, Elena thinks, she would have given Stefan a solid ten.
"Nik," Caroline sings out his name, and he looks at her surprised, "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Nik answers cockily.
"I dare you to kiss the prettiest person here," Caroline shoots, obvious she had this dare in mind.
"Well, since I can't kiss myself," he says with a grin in the corner of his lips, and Stefan rolls his eyes. He props himself up and gives his sister a peck on the cheek. Everyone go aww, and Rebekah blushes. It's so rare, seeing Rebekah blush.
"Elena," Nik says her name, awaking her from her state of sleepiness while she's leaning onto Stefan, her back propped against the length of his arm, and her head on his shoulder. "Truth or dare?" he smirks, which is when she realizes she never actually talked to Nik, not directly.
"A-ah," Stefan swings his finger in the air, shaking it left, then right, "Whatever you do Nik, you're not seeing my girlfriends boobs," Stefan implies with a serious tone of voice, and Nik's face flushes.
"Why would anyone want to see my boobs?" Elena furrows her brows, confused.
Stefan chuckles. "I believe the right question would be why wouldn't anyone want to see your boobs," his look falls on her chest and he smiles, "But, Nik over here has a thing for you."
"Had a thing," Nik says, his voice little angry, "Had. Past tense."
Elena keeps her confused look on Stefan.
"Don't look at me," he tells Elena, shrugging it off, "He only told me after we started dating."
Elena shifts her look to Nik. "Why didn't you say anything?" she frowns.
Nik laughs lightly. "Because you're Stefan's girl, you always were, everyone knows that."
Elena waves his answer off. "Come on, we hated each other," she huffs.
"You know how they say," Rebekah voices her opinion, "You're meanest to those you love the most."
Caroline nods in agreements. "You two were probably the only ones who didn't see the cloud of sexual tension between you."
Stefan plants a kiss on Elena's bare shoulder, caressing her arm with the fingers of his free hand.
"Anyway," Nik coughs, "Back to the game."
"Truth," Elena says.
"What is one thing you could never forgive in a relationship?" he asks curiously.
"Cheating," Elena fires away without giving it a second thought.
Everyone seem to agree with her answer.
Elena looks over the circle before she says her best friends name. "Caroline?"
"Truth," she exhales.
Elena ponders a bit on her question. "Would you ever have sexual relations with a girl?"
Caroline furrows her brows before biting her lower lip. "Yes," she admits silently, "Would you?" she teases her.
Elena shrugs her shoulders. "Sure."
"Aaaand this is the sign you had way too much to drink," Stefan tries to take the plastic cup away from her, but she fights him off.
"That could be arranged," Tyler says excitedly, "If you two ever, you know, want to try," he cocks his eyebrow at Caroline who smacks him on the shoulder.
Stefan exhales through his nostrils.
"Sure," he adds, "They can do it right here and all of us will watch."
"Shut up," Rebekah yells irritated, "I'm not watching two of my friends having sex!"
"Aww," Stefan says, "Rebekah has friends that are girls, how cute," he teases her and everyone laugh. Rebekah squints and sticks her tongue out at him.
"Rebekah, truth or dare?" Caroline asks while taking a sip from the cup.
"Truth."
"Have you ever faked an orgasm?"
"Yes," she admits shyly.
"I'm so telling Damon," Stefan smirks.
"Oh, I never had to fake with Damon, he gives me mind blowing orgasms," she smirks at her best friend.
Stefan shudders. "Too much information."
"Truth or dare, pretty boy?" Rebekah cocks her eyebrow at Stefan.
"Truth," he says huskily.
"Did you ever go down on Elena?" she smirks at him, the corners of her eyes focusing on Elena to see if she minds her question, but she doesn't seem to. Guess they have to get her drunk to make her more open to the subject.
Stefan rolls his eyes. "Yes."
Caroline gasps silently and Rebekah chuckles.
"Caroline, truth or dare?" Stefan asks the perky blonde.
"Truth," she answers, taken back he chose her.
"What's one sexual fantasy you haven't tried?"
Caroline lowers her look down. "Roleplaying," she admits.
"I'm not dressing up as King Kong, Caroline!" Tyler yells and everyone burst into laughter.
Caroline's cheeks turn red as she keeps her look lowered on the sand.
"Elena?" she says her friends name silently.
Elena ponders on it a little, but in the end she chooses dare.
Caroline brings her head up with a smirk on her face. "I dare you that you and Stefan show us how a hot two minute make out session looks like," her smirk turns into a grin.
Elena knits her eyebrows together before shrugging lightly and saying, "Okay."
She pushes herself away from Stefan, gets on her knees and crawls to him through the sand. She brings her legs on each side of his and makes herself comfortable in his lap. She throws her arms around his neck and starts playing with the ends of his hair on the back of his neck, smiling at him. He smiles right back. She brings her face closer to his and as her lips linger above his, his fingers travel to her naked back and start drawing circles on them. Their lips finally meet and she pulls her body closer to his, her chest grinding against his. His fingers start pulling onto the string of her lemon yellow bikini top. After some time she detaches her lips from his, puts his palms on his chest and gently pushes him on the ground. She lowers her body on his and their lips collide again. Her hands fall into the sand beside his head, and his hands travel to her ass across her back.
"I think two minutes are up," Caroline says with a warning cough.
Elena smiles against Stefan's lips before detaching herself from him and giving him a small peck.
"Okay," Rebekah says, a little surprised, "That was pretty hot."
"Is my head rolling?" Elena giggles while clinging onto Stefan's arm, "Did it fall off my neck and rolled into the sand?" she closes her eyes, digging her fingers into the comfort of Stefan's skin.
"No," he shakes his head, smiling. Their bare feet stay in water, covered with dark, wet sand.
"I feel like it is," she exhales tiredly, splashing the ground in front of her with water droplets that get carried on her fingers. "I'm never drinking again," she groans annoyed.
Stefan laughs lightly. "Yeah, yeah."
Elena opens her eyes quickly and a wide smile appears on her face. "Let's go swimming!" she says excitedly.
They separated from the rest of the crew, leaving them there, so they can have a walk. Elena was feeling pretty dizzy to continue sitting there, so Stefan took her for a stroll.
"No!" he pulls her by the arm when she detaches herself from him, "The water is too cold," he twirls her back to him.
She falls onto his chest, her palms pressing against his body. She looks up at him seductively and bites her lower lip lightly, "I know a way we can get warmed up," she wiggles herself out of his grip and falls on the sand. She buries her elbows in the sand, lies against the ground, but keeps her head up. She spreads her legs slightly, mimicking with her finger for him to join her, "Come here," she plays with his eyes with some help of hers.
He walks over to her, getting in between her legs and placing his body above hers, hovering.
She giggles and surprises him by pushing him off of her. He falls on the sand and the next thing he knows she's on top of him, straddling him.
"You're too shy to talk about sex but you have no problem with doing it in public places?" he raises his eyebrow in her direction.
"Mhm," she lowers her body on top of his, "I'm your perverted girlfriend who doesn't like to talk about how perverted she is," she smiles at him, and he bursts out laughing. Her fingers travel to the hem of his shirt, and once she grabs it she yanks the shirt over his head. Her palms fall on his chest, feeling his rock hard abs. "I've been thinking," her lips fall on his chest as well.
"About?" he hums.
"About the future, of course," she keeps on planting pecks on his bare chest, "When we graduate, we're so moving to San Francisco," she says in between the kisses, "You'll play football for some fancy club, and I'm going to work as a publisher."
He closes his eyes. "Sounds good," he lets the image sink into his mind.
"Three years later I'm going to stay pregnant with out first child," her lips go down his torso.
"First?" he asks amused, "How many will there be?"
"Hmm," she unbuckles his belt, "Three. Four. As many as we want," she says as she pulls his pants down his legs.
"That many, huh?" he asks as she pulls the tips of her fingers under the hem of his briefs, "We better start practicing right away then," he smirks as she pulls his briefs down. He expects her to pull herself up so he can help her get undressed, but she doesn't. He props his head up from the sand. "Umm, sweetie?" he knits his brows, "What are you doing?"
She centers her big, glossy eyes on his, looking at him confused, almost innocently. "I'm going to please you, like you please me," she tells him, keeping her look on his.
"Elena," he says her name, planning to tell her to stop teasing him.
"I want to," she nods to him, stretching her hand to his chest, "You just relax," she shows him to lie down, "And tell me if I'm doing anything wrong since I never did this," she says awkwardly.
"Okay," he says as he puts his head down on the sand.
He's definitely going to marry that girl.
AN: This is what teenagers do during the summer break, right?