STEROLINE M rated this chapter for sexual situations and language. If you don't like them please skip.

Soft music started playing and she beamed up at him as he helped her to her feet.

Come closer, breath deeper

Just take it in,

Make love to, me gently,

Over and over again

"Stefan, I look hideous. I've been crying non stop, I have hardly slept the last few nights." She wiped the back of her hand over her face. "I am wearing your sweater for goodness sake. I'm not dressed to dance."

She saw that he looked amazing. So handsome. She ran her fingers down the middle of his chest. "You look incredible, still dressed in the suit you married me in."

He shook his head. "I don't care." He framed her face with his hands, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. "You look...perfect. I might only have the night. I don't know. But all I know is I want to spend it with my wife."

He looked down her body and saw that she had something very silky and shiny on underneath his sweater. "What do we have here?" he inquired teasingly, rubbing the silky fabric between his fingers.

She sighed and lifted her arms up for him to take his sweater off her. He complied, tossing it away and sucked in a breath as he saw what she was wearing.

"It was what I bought for our wedding night," she mumbled sadly, her eyes down away from him, thinking again of all they had lost.

If its all I can take,

I'll remember it all,

remember it all.

Her body was trembling as he ran his hands up and down her arms, taking in the beautiful soft pink lace gown. It had sheer cover up that draped over her arms and went all the way to her ankles. The gown itself had an empire waist with lace flowers and clear sequins on the bodice with a tiny little white ribbon at the center between her breasts, with dainty lace straps.

Her breath was heaving out of her and he bent his head to the side of her face. "Relax. Just dance with me, please," he begged her, his eyes so brilliantly green against the candlelight as he gazed at her. She nodded and he pulled her into his arms, his one arm around her waist, his hand spread on her lower back. His other hand intertwined their fingers and he brought them to his lips, kissing each knuckle of hers as his eyes were locked like they could stare at each other forever.

One moment

imprinted inside

my mind.

Could there be more to

this love,

Or will it be left behind.

She just laid her head on his chest, their hands on his heart and they swayed back and forth to the music. She could not remember feeling so at peace, in such a perfect, future memory. She felt the tears slipping down her cheeks, wishing they had more time. More of this life to explore together. But having this night meant so much to her and she was determined to remember it forever. She looked up at him and smiled through her tears. "This song is so beautiful Stefan."

He smiled at her again and kissed her temple. "I thought you might think so." He pulled her closer, their hips pressed together as they moved sensuously to the music. "This is the song that was playing the first moment that I thought of you as more than a friend." He grinned at the thought of her that night.

Cause its all I can take,

I'll remember it all,

remember it all.

She laughed, wrinkling her nose in the cute way he loved. "Really? I'm eager to know, husband. When was that?" She had no idea when he had actually started to think of her romantically. She was indeed very curious since it seemed like he it had taken him a long time to get over Elena.

He drew in a deep breath. "Well I wasn't totally out of Elena land then yet and you were very much yearning for Lockwood and enjoying The big bad Original I believe." He grinned at her. "But yes there was this moment that I really saw you differently and it gave me shivers. Her eyes were wide and focused on his, anxious to know.

If its all I can take,

I'll remember it all,

remember it all.

If its all I can take,

I'll remember it all,

remember it all.

He bent his head, digging his fingers in her hair and softly brushed his lips against hers. She felt so good in his arms. He had no idea how long he had, but he was going to give his wife the most romantic goodbye that he possibly could.

Caroline opened her mouth to his kiss instantly and whimpered as his tongue plunged in and found hers. She missed him so much already and he had not even been gone a day yet. She wanted time to just stand still as they danced, as they kissed, as she cherished every moan, every touch, every sensation that was her Stefan Salvatore.

One moment

imprinted inside

my mind.

Could there be more to

this love,

Or will it be left behind.

"It was at your prom. You looked so beautiful in that strapless, sequined off white gown. Yes I was still in love with Elena," he remarked embarrassed by that fact. "But I was definitely checking you out that night, baby. And you got the gown from your Prince Michaelson if I remember correctly."

She made an icky face and laughed at him. He had never told her any of this. "Eww don't remind me of other men...or women on our wedding night honey," she scolded him.

"Okay, okay. I promise," he conceded and spun her out and then back in to his arms dipping her down. He kissed her throat and licked and kissed down her neck as he held her and then lifted her back up.

If its all I can take,

I'll remember it all,

remember it all,

remember it all,

remember it all.

He looked deeply in her eyes, tears pooling in his own. "Tonight..." he whispered, his voice low and raw with emotion as he pulled on the satiny tie that kept her light pink sheer cover up closed, "is all about us."

Caroline's heart was beating harder, even for her being a vampire. She felt goosebumps all over her skin at just the slightest touch of his fingers on her. He moved the fabric off her shoulder and bent to kiss and lick the skin he had uncovered and kissed across her collarbone to pull the cover up off her other shoulder. She threw her head back, gripping him by the waist and pulled on his dress shirt until her hands could revel in smoothness of the bare skin that she found.

"Mmm, Stefan," she moaned and her hands moved back up pressed against his chest and started to undo his buttons one by one. She looked up at him in the glow of the candlelight, as the song faded and there was no sounds but their panting breaths. She pulled his shirt open, splaying her hands all over his muscles. She saw him shudder at different sensitive places on his stomach and she felt her cover up fall to the floor.

He was slowly backing them toward his bed as he licked across one strap of her lace nightgown and pulled it down with his teeth. She beamed down at him, giggling slightly at his teasing and turned to watch him kissing and sucking in the skin by her shoulder.

Stefan felt amazing. He was getting his chance to give his wife a night to remember, even when he had already died. It felt bittersweet but also so perfect and he prayed that when the time came, he would have the strength to say goodbye.

He never wanted to leave her. He wanted to be a father type figure for her beautiful daughters. He wanted to watch them grow, to see his wife discover more of who she was. And now she had to do that without him.

He slipped his finger under the other strap of her gown and slid it down off her shoulder, as he kissed the hollow of her throat. The gown flowed like water down her body till it landed in pool of satin at her feet. He groaned low in his throat seeing her nearly bare before him. Only a tiny scrap of dark pink lace covered her core and he could feel her body trembling as he ran his fingers down her chest to cup her breast. She stepped out of the dress and moved closer to him, letting him pull her into his lap on the bed and she moaned as he kissed and caressed her all over her body.

Caroline pulled his dress shirt off his shoulders and kissed across his chest. She still could not believe that somehow fate, destiny or the gods were giving them this time to say goodbye. She could not have been more grateful. Her hands went to his belt and she started tugging on his pants. He kicked them and his boxers off of him and spun her underneath him, ripping her lace thong in one smooth movement.

He looked down at her trapped by his strong body, feeling every inch of her skin against his. Her hair was spread all around her head like the golden crown of a princess.

"I don't know how much longer we have baby," he rasped as he felt her panting and kissing him anywhere she could reach. "I want to take my time with you, I do. But I'm so scared that you could just disappear on me and this will be all be over."

Her nails dug in his shoulders as she rubbed herself against him when he captured her lips again in another bruising, mind melting kiss. "I want you too Stefan," she gasped out against his lips. "Take me, please. I need you so much."

He didn't need anymore of an invitation and angled his hips and plunged himself forward. She mewled and bit at his shoulder, pulling back fast forgetting he was human. "Sorry, I'm not used to you being human."

He was panting above her, his eyes half lidded in pleasure. "It's fine, you can bite me if you want. Its hot." He lifted his eyebrows at her, teasing her. This was the first time he had had sex as a human in more than a century. Sure the feelings and sensations were definitely heightened as a vampire, but this way was incredible too.

Caroline hid her head by his shoulder. "I'm sorry really Stefan. I need to be more gentle with you."

He nodded to her and sat them up more fast and fluidly just to prove he could be a strong and great lover as a human. He held her in his arms, feeling the sweat between their bodies and rocked her to the beat of his human heart.

"Just kiss me, I'm not a porcelain doll. I trust you not to hurt me." He was breathing much harder than she was by now, seeing that human endurance was indeed different.

She crashed her lips back onto his and pushed him onto his back, the blankets falling down her body as he thrust gently, his hands gripping her hips. He looked up at her with such love, pure devotion and she felt the tears start to spill down her cheeks. This was the last time they would make love. The last time she would feel complete.

She started crying more now, as she felt the coil in her belly tightening. It felt the most agonizing pain and the most intense pleasure at once and she had no idea how to handle it. "I can't Stefan, I can't..." she sobbed.

Stefan lifted his hand to her cheek and wiped her tears away. "I know, Caroline," he nodded to her, his own tears slipping down his cheeks as he stroked down her side with his other hand. "I know."

He felt his chin quivering and he just let his tears flow too. She smiled at him and bent to kiss all down his cheeks and jaw, capturing every last tear. He held her tight against him as they cried together, still maintaining a rhythm of thrusts, meeting each other with crashing hips until she cried out and trembled around him. He held her as she cried, both in pain and pleasure and he followed soon after.

They lay still in each other's arms, her head on his chest, as his pulse was racing like he had just run a marathon. She put her hand over his pounding heart, loving the feeling and sound of the life in him even though she knew he was dead. "I don't want to sleep Stefan. I don't want to wake up and find that you are gone forever. I can't face tomorrow I just can't."

He nodded to her, stroking her hair down her bare back. "Yes you can. I know you. I know you can do anything you put you mind to. And I am not just saying that. You are destined for great things Caroline Salvatore."

She lifted her head to look back in his eyes."Really? You think so?" She never thought she was great at or destined for anything. She wanted to believe in herself as much as Stefan believed in her.

He nodded to her. "I know so. You know what I see you doing?" She sniffled and snuggled back down in his arms as he pulled the blankets back over them. "I see you helping kids like Lizzie and Josie. I see you and Ric teaching and training people that are different. You can show them how to love themselves and learn to use their powers or their talents to help people. They don't have to be afraid or scared to be who they are."

He paused wondering if she would respond at all. But he forced himself to continue what he knew he needed to say. "You probably don't know much about Klaus's daughter, Hope."

She lifted her head and shook her head. "No talking about other men honey. Just us." He put his finger to her lips.

"I know, but let me finish. You need to hear this." She was quiet and laid her head back down, her one arm up tangled in his hair and her other one pulling at his waist. "I know you don't want to think about other guys or anything like that yet but Klaus loves you. I know he does. And he has a daughter that is supernatural just like your girls. So I want to you know baby that if your paths ever cross in the future you have my total blessing. That man would give you the world and he would protect you and your girls with his life."

Caroline squeezed her eyes shut, hating what he was saying but also happy for his blessing. She nodded at him, hearing him talk about her with another man. She could hardly believe what he had said, but she respected that he wanted to say it. "I will think about it," she replied digging her head back down in his embrace. "But not now. Now I just want you to hold me and tell me you will love me forever."

He smiled against her hair and kissed her forehead sitting them up more in the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. "I will love you forever and longer if you will let me. Trust that we will see each other again someday," he declared confidently.

"And that day at your prom that I was talking about. That was the day I was lamenting that I wanted to move on to get over Elena. I asked you how anyone ever moves on from love. You were dancing with me and you said and I quote, 'I think, someday, you will meet someone new and you will fall madly in love. And you will have moved on, without even realizing it.' You looked up at me after saying that and I just knew there was something there, something burning that we just were not ready to explore yet.

She sniffled feeling more fresh tears ready to fall hearing what he said. "How did you remember that?" she breathed out. She remembered that night too and how he had looked at her. She felt safe in his arms and she had felt something then too. Even when she had danced with Tyler only hours after that.

He reached out to pick up the memory book on the table and flipped a few pages and he showed her a picture of her in that dress dancing with him and beside that picture was a journal entry all about that night. She snuggled deeper into his chest, keeping the book in her lap as she read his thoughts about her.

She tried hard to stay awake as long as she could. They flipped though the book, laughing and talking about the things he had written, looked at all the pictures. Commenting on a picture of her taken the day they met. She said she looked so young and was so self absorbed then. They talked about the girls, how motherhood had changed her, talked about starting a school for children like Stefan had thought, talking about her dreams and where she would love to travel, her childhood and all the silly stories about her growing up. They laughed and talked long into the night.

Stefan kept his arms around her and answered all her questions, listening to all her stories and laughed and shared memories of him and Damon growing up, his adventures and travels all over the world, what he had wanted to be when he grew up and all the little precious moments that showed him he was falling in love with her.

Finally after a rather embarrassing question about if he loved anyone or had crushes as a young boy, before he met Valerie, she stopped responding.

He bent his head and twisted his body to see that she was indeed asleep. He moved the book from her hands and slid them down to lay beside each other and cradled her close. He kissed her head one more time as a single tear slipped down his cheek and he closed his eyes, wishing with all his heart for more time.

When she awoke to the bright light of the morning she sat up fast in bed. She could feel that she was naked beneath the sheets. There were candles burned down all over the room and snuffed out. She whipped her head around.

"Stefan," she called, but the bed beside her was empty, the room silent and there was no sign of him anywhere.

She choked back a sob as she got up and threw on a robe and raced around the room calling for him. But there was no answer anywhere. She grabbed up the sweater of his on the floor and pulled it back over her, bringing it to her nose and sighed smelling him on it.

She sunk back on the bed and sat partially on something laying at the foot of the bed. She looked down and picked up the memory book that they had looked through last night. She opened it and inside was a folded up paper on the first page. It had not been there before. She opened it and fought the tears in her eyes to stop blurring her vision so she could read what it said.

My Dearest Caroline,

Last night was the best night of my life. I am so glad we got to have that goodbye. I know you must have been waking up thinking that it was all a dream, but let me tell you. It was real. Everything was real; the song, the candles, us making love one last time and talking and laughing way into the night. I will treasure those memories forever.

That first night at the bonfire, the day we met, you flirted with me and asked me to go check out the falls with you. You were so cute and hinted for some major makeout time with me. But I shot you down and told you.

"You and me, we are not going to happen."

You have no idea how much I have regretted saying that now. We could have had years together instead of the short time we had when we both finally knew what we wanted.

What I should have said was...

"You and me, are the best thing that could happen."

And you are. That is how I feel and I will love you forever and wait to see you someday.

Your Loving Husband,

Stefan

Caroline held the letter to her heart and sobbed openly on the bed. She could still smell him where he had been with her last night. She buried her face in his pillow, inhaling his scent and cried for the life with him that she would never have.

Song is from season 4 episode 19 Pictures of you. Remember by Kari Kimmel

A/N: Hope you liked it as much as I loved writing it. And they are by far not my favorite couple but I hope I did their goodbye justice. What did you think of the letter as his goodbye? I thought they deserved some kind of wedding night. What did you think?

Next story in this series: Bonnie waking up after sending the hell fire away and her racing to the Salvatore house. She will need the help of more Bennett witches and some dream time with Enzo but I promise you she will awaken Elena before the end of the next chapter!