[4x21; She's Come Undone + 4x22]

[A/N; Sexy Times Ahead.]

Once, when Lucy was sitting in a waiting room for her appointment with her counselor, she read an article in a magazine that holding hands with another person could stimulate more serotonin in a person's brain. She was twelve years old and she didn't think that kind of thing would make a person happier. But then she thought about it and she discovered that the article was right; she would hold her mom's hand when crossing a street or hug her dad before bed and she always felt loved. Even a simple high-five from Joel or Jeremy could make her happy.

Somehow, Lucy doubted that the article in the kid-friendly magazine she had read had what was happening in mind when they published it. The guttural moan that escaped from Stefan's mouth confirmed her suspicions. This was definitely not what they had in mind, but hey—she had plenty of serotonin running in her system at the moment.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Stefan gasped, tightening the grip he had on Lucy's face, his fingertips leaving painless bruises that would heal within seconds.

Lucy smirked as best as she could when her lips were wrapped around his cock and lifted her head only a little, firmly pressing the flat of her tongue against him before swirling it around the tip of him. She hummed at the slightly salty taste of his pre-cum and Stefan grunted, blissed from the vibration of the action. With more pressure from his hand, she was sucking him back into the whole of her mouth until his tip reached the back of her throat and her nose was buried in the trimmed curls at the base of his cock.

Blowjobs were a lot easier now that she was a vampire. She didn't need to breathe as much as when she was a human and the velvety taste and feel of Stefan was magnified. The best part of it, though—other than bringing Stefan down to his knees in pleasure with just her mouth—was that he didn't have to be gentle with her. It didn't hurt when he fucked her face or when he pulled her hair when he was on the brink of cumming. Even when he was gentle—like how his free hand was intertwined with hers, squeezing it lovingly from time to time—it lit her whole body on fire.

"Shit, Lucy—" Stefan hissed as she lathered her tongue against the vein that ran through his shaft.

Lucy moaned back at him and then she was pulled off of him. In a blur—in reality, it was half a second, but seemed like more to them—Lucy was sitting on Stefan's lap and their mouths were practically smashed together in a mix of lips, teeth, and tongue. The pleasurable stinging in Lucy's lower half that had been there since Stefan woke her up with his tongue grew as she ground herself against him, her slick wetting his cock enough that he could slip into her without difficulty.

"Stefann…oh, fuck," she whined breathlessly as the tip of his cock pressed against her clit. "want you…"

Stefan's teeth clamped down on her bottom lips, pulling it tantalizingly, as he lifted her up with no issue and slid himself into her core. They both let out simultaneous moans as they connected, their mouths coming together messily.

Her fingertips gripped the back of his head, tangling with his soft hair, as she started moving her hips, riding him and meeting his thrusts on each beat. Her neck tingled from the sensation of his lips pressing hot open-mouthed kisses on her skin, his teeth occasionally scraping against her flesh.

Sex with Stefan…there wasn't really a word for it. It was more than any adjectives that Lucy could think of. She didn't want to sound like a sex addict but…well, she craved Stefan all the time. If he licked his lips, she was turned on. If he tapped his long fingers against his thigh, she was turned on. If he smiled, she was turned on; if he even looked at her, she was turned on and ready to rip his clothes off. She would have been embarrassed if Stefan wasn't the same way; more often than not, when she approached him for a little alone time, he was hard and ready to sink into her.

And the intimacy of it was all she could dream of. Even when they were fucking, desperate for relief, every movement was special, every touch was loving. They poured their hearts out with each touch, sigh, or moan. It wasn't just when they shared I-love-yous that they felt it; it was every moment, every second. Lucy was addicted to Stefan and his love and Stefan was just as addicted to her.

With pressure building in her core, sending pleasurable tingles throughout her body, Lucy threw her head back and moaned. The slight aching in her gums and ripples coming up under her eyes were in plain sight for Stefan to see and the promise of what that meant had his hips moving faster, harder, fucking the gasps and sighs that he oh-so cherished out of her as his own vampire features started showing.

When Stefan had first told Lucy about blood-sharing they were at the church memorial for the members of the council. She had been turned on then and that was when she absolutely hated blood. Now that she was a vampire, it drove her—the both of them, really—wild. The sinking of sharp teeth into tender flesh, the soothing rush of blood that ran down throats, the taste of your lover with all the hormones that came with having sex pumping through their blood. It was heaven, to put it simply.

It wasn't the first time they shared blood and it wouldn't be the last time, either. It was something that they both enjoyed and the boost that it gave their sex life was like nirvana. A-positive was Lucy's preferred human blood but Stefan's blood was and would always be her ultimate favorite.

With fangs in sensitive skin and mouths covered in blood, Lucy and Stefan came in unison, pleasure bursting through their bodies. Each breath of oxygen that went through Lucy's lungs had her sensitive nipples pressed against Stefan's bare chest and the gentle kisses he gave her healing neck had her aftershocks of her orgasm threatening to turn into something more.

"Mm," she sighed as she buried her head into Stefan's neck, his leftover blood from his healed wound smearing against her face. "love you."

Stefan's hands, one at the top of her back and the other on her ass, squeezed her gently. "I love you," he returned softly and kissed the sensitive spot below her ear for emphasis. "so, so much."

"Lucy."

Lucy blinked rapidly for a second before she focused on Bonnie on the opposite of the booth, giving the witch her full attention. "Sorry, Bon," she apologized as she grabbed her newly delivered milkshake and took a sip. "What were you saying?"

"I asked you if you told anyone what we're doing?" Bonnie raised her eyebrows expectantly.

"No, I didn't," Lucy shook her head. "If anyone finds out…"

"Then Silas knows," Bonnie finished knowingly. "and the whole plan goes up in flames."

They wouldn't want that at all.

The morning after prom, in which Elena had tried to kill Bonnie and Bonnie almost killed her in return, Bonnie had shown up at Lucy's apartment with a proposition. Not only had she apologized for her actions after Kol was killed but she brought up a way to make it up to Lucy. At first, Lucy had been reluctant, but then she heard Bonnie's plan.

Bonnie would go through with Silas' plan but earlier than what was planned. She would need Lucy's help—her magic, really—to bring down the veil between their world and the Other Side so that Bonnie would be able to talk to Qetsiyah (the witch would made Silas immortal in the first place). Then, not only would they find a way to neutralize Silas, but they would bring Jeremy and Kol back from the dead.

Bringing Kol back was the peace offering and honestly, Lucy couldn't think of a better one. She had agreed to the proposition without a thought and though she hadn't totally forgiven Bonnie, the plan was a massive start.

She'd have two of her brothers back.

The only part of the plan that Lucy was reluctant about was Katherine. Bonnie needed the power of Qetsiyah's blood in order to contact her on the Other Side and that meant that they needed the headstone that Professor Shane had traded to the locals on the island off of Nova Scotia. Now, neither Lucy nor Bonnie were geniuses but they were smart enough to know that Katherine had left that island with more than the cure.

It was bad enough that Lucy was in the diner surrounded by delicious smelling humans and she had to control her blood lust that was always at the back of her mind but now she had to work harder to control her magic. At the moment, Katherine brought out a side of her that just felt the need to use her magic and snap her neck without moving a finger.

Speak of the devil and she shall appear; Katherine arrived at that moment, a smirk on her lips as she shimmied into the spot that Lucy had left open next to her. Despite the fact that she was furious with the older vampire, it did warm her heart that she came running as soon as Lucy called her.

"Lucia, Bon-Bon," Katherine's voice was decidedly softer when greeting her little sister compared to Bonnie. "What a pleasure. I was told that I'd get a little something if I met you in this cliché diner."

Lucy rolled her eyes at the disgust in Katherine's voice as she looked around the diner just outside of Mystic Falls that was decorated in a classic 50's theme. "Calm down, Kit," she sighed. "You'll get what you came for it you cooperate."

"Really?" Katherine quirked an eyebrow at Bonnie.

Bonnie nodded. "Yep," her phone started ringing; the picture that showed up on her screen told them that it was Caroline. "Hello?"

"Bonnie, why are you and Lucy at the 50's diner?" Caroline asked abruptly.

Bonnie and Lucy shared a knowing look before she spoke into the phone. "You used that location app, didn't you?"

"Well, most vampires can't do a location spell," Caroline retorted. "Anyway, I left you guys a million messages."

"Lucy's helping me with french," Bonnie lied and Lucy grimaced; she took Spanish. "We still have final exams, remember?"

"Ugh, don't remind me," Caroline scoffed in disgust. "Look, this whole thing with Elena, it's about to get brutal and I know that she doesn't deserve help from either of you, but I could really use you guys for moral support."

"Do you need moral support or do you just want to make sure that Silas isn't messing with me?" Bonnie countered.

"Honestly, both," Caroline answered truthfully, making Lucy shake her head in amusement.

"I'm fine, okay?" Bonnie assured her. "Silas doesn't control me anymore. I'll pass on the invite, too. Elena tried to kill me. I'm not quite ready to forgive and forget."

"And I would rather die than be in the same house as her," Lucy added, knowing that Caroline would be able to hear her.

There was a reason she lived in her apartment as opposed to the Boarding House.

"We'll call you later," Bonnie told Caroline before she could say anything else. "I gotta go."

Bonnie ended the call and set her phone back on the table.

Katherine clicked her tongue at Bonnie. "Lying, scheming, and a secret rendezvous with moi?" she asked, impressed. "Not very Bonnie Bennett-y, especially when Elena needs her favorite witch."

"Who gives a fuck what Elena needs?" Lucy muttered as she rolled her eyes.

"This has nothing to do with them," Bonnie told Katherine. "This is between you, me, and Lucy."

"Well, luckily for you, you brought my favorite sister into this and I have some spare time," Katherine folded her arms over her chest. "That offer that I can't refuse…what do you have in mind?"

Bonnie let Lucy explain what they needed from Katherine, knowing that the vampire would be more receptive to her. Lucy kept the explanation simple, leaving out the whole part of the plan except for Silas' headstone. If Katherine knew about the rest, she'd tuck tail and run off.

Katherine pursed her lips when Lucy was finished, looking between her and Bonnie. "Let me get this straight, you want me to hand over Silas' tombstone?" she scoffed. "What makes you think I even have it?"

"We know you took it from the island," Lucy sighed. "and I know you, Kit. You'd never leave it behind for the simple fact that you're a scavenger."

Katherine shrugged, letting Lucy know that she was right. "So, you two are working for Silas now, huh? Running errands for the big bad immortal."

"Neither of us switched sides," Bonnie said firmly. "In two days, there'll be a full moon. Silas wants me to harness its power to drop the veil between our side and the Other side. He wants to take the cure and then he wants to die—"

Lucy bit her lip; knowing what she learned from Silas at the prom, the whole thing unsettled her. According to the first immortal himself, she was the reason he wanted to take the cure and die. Where the Other Side came in, she didn't know. Either she wasn't a siphon in her first life or Silas didn't know she was supernatural like him.

The whole living-at-the-same-time-as-Silas reveal was much more confusing than when she found out about her life as a Mikaelson or as a Petrova. For one, she had yet to have any flashbacks or memories as Lucilla—that was what Silas had called her, which was not as pretty as Luciana, Lucia, or Lucy, thank you very much—two, why would she have an affair with a man who was engaged? It didn't sound like her. Three, which was a little mortifying, was the fact that she was technically two thousand years old. Talk about a cougar situation…

"I said I'd help him," Bonnie continued. "and I've been hiding from him ever since, buying time."

Katherine hummed and then glanced at Lucy. "What's Lucia's part in all of this? Silas was the one who killed her, after all."

"She and I have our own deal," Bonnie caught Lucy's eye, both of them slightly smiling at the other. "but she'll be giving me a boost of magic."

"All right, fine, whatever," Katherine sighed. "but what do you even need time for?"

"You don't need to worry about it," Bonnie told her. "You just need to bring us the tombstone."

Katherine was unimpressed. "It's a hunk of rock. What do you even want with it?"

Lucy sighed. "The less you know about the whole thing, the better," she stated. "Silas is psychic. He can get into people's heads, read their minds, and make them see things that aren't really there. It's horrible."

As Katherine rested her head against her head, Bonnie added, "I'm taking a big enough risk bringing you and Lucy in."

"Okay, then, how do I know if either of you aren't him?"

"As far as we know, he can't make more than one person see what he wants them to see," Lucy informed her. So, if Bonnie was Silas, one of us would know. Same thing for you or me."

"He can't get into my head, anyway," Bonnie stated. "I'm the only one who can see his true face."

Katherine stiffed and pursed her lips. "What's in it for me?"

"Bring us the tombstone, help us stop Silas from unleashing hell on earth," there was no nonsense in Bonnie's voice; she and Lucy already knew what to give Katherine in exchange for her help. All they had to do was contact Qetsiyah. "Believe me, I'll make it worth your while."

Lucy slammed her the top drawer of her dresser shut and let out a hiss of annoyance as she went a little too hard, the drawer cracking in half. It felt like this was the one thing that was going to set her off after a long day of bad things. Nothing was going right and right now, it seemed like it was the end of the world.

Everything was going to shit. Matt wasn't passing some of his classes, Katherine let Elena out of the safe that Joel and Damon were keeping her in, Caroline was being tortured by Silas, Silas had almost killed Liz, and Damon had killed Matt.

If it hadn't been for that stupid Gilbert ring that Matt kept on his finger after Jeremy's insistence, he would be gone. Forever. And damn it if that didn't make her heart ache. She couldn't handle another loss. She had lost so many people; three sets of parents, an aunt, an uncle, four brothers, and although Elena wasn't dead, their relationship was. She couldn't lose one of her best friends, either. Not sweet, kindhearted Matt; the only human left of them.

She had to keep telling herself that everyone was safe. Matt was safely tucked away in the Lockwood mansion, Liz was all healed up with Caroline's blood, Bonnie had met up with Silas so he would stop terrorizing Caroline, Rebekah was back to being herself, and she was in her apartment by herself, where no one would walk in to see what a mess she was.

She quickly took a shower and changed into her pajamas, ready to go to sleep and forget the whole day. However, when she left the bathroom, her boyfriend was waiting for her on her bed. Apparently he had let himself in while she was showering.

"Hey," he greeted her with a gentle smile, his eyes flitted over her face. Paired with the look on her face, the smile, that look more like a grimace, that she gave him clued him in on the fact that she wasn't her usual happy self. "Are you okay, Luce?"

Lucy honestly didn't know how to respond. She loved Stefan so much but right now, she just wanted to be alone. Because looking at him reminded her of Damon, who had killed Matt all in the name of getting Elena to turn her humanity back on. And it also didn't help the fact that Stefan was there with Damon and Joel when it happened, and they just stood to the side and let the older vampire do whatever the hell he wanted.

She could have just kept her mouth shut about her anger but honestly, she didn't want to. She didn't want to hold resentment for Stefan. She just wanted them to argue, forgive each other, and then move on.

"Honestly, Stefan, I'm pretty mad," she told him, picking out a bottle of lotion and sitting at the edge of her bed. She didn't have to put on lotion anymore, but it was routine for her after her shower and it soothed her by keeping some things the same way they were before.

"Okay," Stefan nodded calmly; he had figured she would be upset about Matt's temporary death. "You're mad about Matt?"

Lucy wished he wasn't calm; she wished he was upset like she was. "Yes, about Matt!" she grunted in frustration. "Why on earth would you allow Damon to kill him?"

"He volunteered."

"He volunteered?" she repeated with a scoff and shook her head. "Maybe because he's messed up when it comes to Elena. He blames himself for what happened the night she became a vampire, even though he had no fault. Come on, Stefan, you know that this is messed up!"

"I know it is!" Stefan rose to his feet in order to pace in front of her, keeping a lid on his frustration. Something about the fact that Lucy was so upset on behalf of Matt bugged him. "But what am I supposed to do? I can't control Damon. Especially when it comes to Elena."

"Fuck Elena! Contrary to popular belief, the world does not revolve around her," Lucy squeezed the bottle of lotion a little too tight, making it explode. She hardly noticed as she went on, "No one's life is expendable, especially not for her. And you know what, I'm so sick of the fact that every bad thing your brother does is for Elena! He snapped Jeremy's neck because she rejected him, he killed Ric because he wouldn't stay away from her, he helped kill two of my brothers, and now Matt! It's not okay, Stefan. Why can't you see that?"

God, she was so sick of Damon Salvatore. And she couldn't see why Stefan wasn't. Damon made most of his 160-odd years a living hell, he killed almost every member of the Salvatore family, he killed Lexi, and he had even tried to kill Stefan on numerous occasions. She just couldn't understand the loyalty Stefan still had for him, after everything.

"I do see it. I see it, Luce," Stefan shot back, still calm. He understood what she meant, of course he did. And he didn't fault her for how she felt, especially when she and so many people around her—the people she loved—had been affected by Damon's cruelty. "but he's my brother."

Lucy closed her eyes and clenched both of her hands into fists, trying to control the rush of emotions (sadness—because Stefan deserved a better brother than Damon—anger, and frustration) trying to claim her. So far, she had been controlling her magic but she needed to take a second because now, it was threatening to burst out of her and she absolutely didn't want to hurt Stefan on accident.

She was able to control herself, thankfully. Tears leaked from her eyes as she opened them and looked at Stefan head-on. "I don't want to be around your brother anymore," her voice wobbled. She had come to the decision pretty easily, but it was telling Stefan that hurt more than anything. She didn't want to ruin their relationship. "After graduation, I'm going to Duke and I'm going to stay far away from him."

"Luce…"

"I'm not asking you to choose," Lucy wanted to make that clear; she wasn't that kind of person. "but I'm just letting you know. And for the record, you deserve a lot better than Damon."

Now that she had said her peace, she felt calmer. There was no ultimatum, there was no choice. She was going to Duke, Stefan would join her—they had both already received their acceptance letters—and she would live her life as Damon-free as possible.

The emotion on Stefan's face, however, made her a little apprehensive. His eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth in a thin line, and his forest-green eyes were cast to the floor. She knew Stefan, though, almost more than he knew himself; he wasn't angry and he wasn't sad, he was just confused and maybe he didn't know how to feel.

Wiping her lotion-covered hands on her thighs, Lucy stood up and crossed over to him. "Stefan," she grabbed his right hand and kissed the back of it; his eyes shot up to her face. "It's okay."

"I don't know what to do," he admitted as he bent his head in order to rest his forehead against hers. "He's my brother."

"I know he is," Lucy's voice was soothing, her lips still moving against the back of his hand. "I just…"

"I know," his lips quirked only a little. "I think I'm gonna go for a run."

"I love you."

"I love you, too," Stefan promised, placing a quick but loving kiss on her lips.

It was only a moment or so after Stefan left that her door opened and Katherine walked in. She definitely had to start locking her door at all times.

"Well, that was dramatic," Katherine drawled, shutting the door behind her. "Not exactly a lovers quarrel but still dramatic. I don't blame you about Damon, though. He's the human embodiment of poison."

Lucy rolled her eyes at her sister and wandered over to the kitchen in order to grab some paper towels. "What do you want, Kit?"

"I wanted to get some more info about this whole Silas thing and what you and Bonnie are exactly planning to do," Katherine made herself comfortable on Lucy's couch. "I'm perfectly aware that the tombstone isn't just a hunk of rock."

Lucy sent her a sarcastic look as she started cleaning the lotion off of the floor by her bed. "Really? I had no idea."

Katherine rolled her eyes. "So, it got me thinking…All big spells require a source of power; a recurring element like a full moon or a comet but that tombstone is filled with the blood of Bonnie's ancient relative, Kit-soo-yay, or whatever."

"Qetsiyah."

Katherine ignored Lucy's correction. "She was powerful enough to create the Other Side, so maybe if you and Bonnie have her blood, you don't need a full moon to drop the veil. Maybe you two can do it whenever you want."

"A plus for Katerina Petrova," Lucy hopped to her feet and threw away the paper towels.

"The thing that I figure out is why you two want to drop the veil at all?"

"Bonnie has her reasons and I have mine," Lucy told her without giving away their plan to kill Silas and resurrect Jeremy and Kol.

Katherine pursed her lips and nodded slightly. "And again, I ask, what's in it for me?"

"You'll get the one thing you want most in the world," Lucy told her with a small smile. "Freedom, survival, never having to run from anyone again," Katherine gave her an intrigued look. "Once we've dropped the veil, Bonnie can speak with Qetsiyah. She created the spell that made Silas truly immortal, invulnerable to any weapon."

Katherine sat taller, a smile spreading her red lips.

"So, are you in, Kit?"

Katherine smirked widely. "We have a deal, Lucia."