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Third Person POV.
You flattened out the fabric of your dress, before brushing your fingers through your hair and taking one last look at the mirror.
You were wearing a small dress.
The neckline showed a small yet the perfect amount of cleavage, and you knew that Stefan would love to see you in this dress.
In the other room, Caroline was panicking because of her indecisiveness over the pair of earrings she wanted to wear, and Bonnie was miserably failing at an attempt to calm her down.
Elena was looking over the flower arrangements in the chapel, which was something Caroline probably forced her to do for the thousandth time.
You waved at the bride and she responded with a smile, and you continued walking downstairs to find the vampire doppelgänger.
Before your brain could process it, a hand pulled you to the corner, and the owner of it was no one other than Stefan Salvatore.
"You look hot," he breathed, brushing his lips lightly against yours.
His fingers ran over the curves of your ass, sending tingles up your body.
"Well Salvatore, you don't look bad either," you smiled, adjusting his tie and the collar of his tux. Stefan smirked at you, before leaning in for a kiss.
You complied, meeting your lips with his, and as you were distracted, he squeezed your ass, drawing out a gasp from you.
Stefan took it as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, desperate for the sweet taste of yours.
He pinned you against the wall, and you pulled him closer with his tie, almost eating his face.
There were probably priests and the guests rushing in the building, but at that moment you did not care.
