Deja Vu | Stefan Salvatore

EIGHTY SIX

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝚇 | 𝙵𝙸𝙵𝚃𝚈 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚈𝚂𝙾𝙽

☽☽☀︎︎☾☾

Kate Gilbert rose from her slumber, feeling a pattern of soft kisses across her bare shoulder and a smile found it's way onto her face, Stefan had been awake for some time now and felt compelled to lay by Kate until she woke, he admired the way she slept, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed with a shade of pink.

"Morning." Stefan mumbled into her soft neck, nuzzling his nose as he inhaled her scent, Kate smiled softly grabbing his hand and held it close to her chest.

"Good Morning."

"Come here." Stefan spoke softly, lifting the blanket off their bodies and Kate twists around in his arms, peering up at him with big round doe eyes, Stefan stared adorably as he placed the blanket back down.

Her heart against his, beeping at the same speed as his own, and there was nothing more romantic than the feeling of the sun shining through the windows or the warmth of his body tangled with her body, it was so perfect.

Stefan exhaled, arms tightening around her small frame, her cheek laid against his chest, they couldn't remember the last time they laid so close together.

"I've missed this feeling." Stefan murmured, twirling a piece of her hair around his finger, Kate smiled tracing the line above his boxer briefs. "You... me, together again."

Kate pushed up, hands pressed against his chest, holding herself up while she gazed down at him. "When did you become such a romantic?"

Stefan scoffed jokingly, a visible smile on his lips. "What? I've always been a romantic. Yeah, I've have been, remember— uh, we..." Stefan puffed his checks, stretching a hand above his head, trying to remember any romantic dates they shared.

Kate laughed and smacked his chest. "Okay, I'm going to take a shower while you think of all of the ways you were romantic." Kate slid off the bed, a naked frame entering his bathroom.

"Stefan!"

Damon Salvatore's voice bounced off the walls, Stefan groaned rolling off the bed, a perfect morning suddenly turning into a fantasy. Stefan stood there, hands on his hips as Damon leaned onto the door frame.

"Where the hell you been?" Stefan asked, snatching the towel off the chair as he walked around the bed into the bathroom, leaving the spare towel on the sink.

"Oh, you know, being held against my will, shot in the head. Now I can't find Elena." Damon simply said, shrugging his shoulders. Stefan furrowed pulling up his jeans. "How was your evening?" Damon asked entering the room. "Anything out of the ordinary happen?"

"Wait a minute. What do you mean you can't find Elena?" Stefan question, tugging on a shirt.

"I mean, she's not picking up her phone. She's not in her dorm, she's nowhere in this house, which leads me to believe that Dr. creepy ken doll has her somewhere."