𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 ༄ 𝗦. 𝗦𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘 ²︎

𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺

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[season four || episode nineteen]
Pictures of You

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cafuné:
(v.) running your fingers through
your lover's hair

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Stefan could not take his eyes off Madeline as she traipsed around their kitchen. She wore nothing but underwear and his jersey from when he used to play for their school's football team. He was practically drooling at the sight, nearly forgetting to be a gentleman at all times.

The worst part was that Madeline knew what it was doing to him. She wasn't an idiot. She could see lust implode in his eyes whenever she simply grazed his skin.

"Stefan, can you pass me the onions?" she questioned, craving a flavorful dish. Stefan didn't hear her. In fact, it wasn't until she said his name five times that he finally snapped out of it. "Stefan? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," Stefan said unconvincingly, nodding. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I called your name five times, and no response. You would think someone with enhanced hearing wouldn't have a hard time replying." she teased, knowing that he had been completely focused on her thighs.

"Sorry. What did you need?" he asked.

"The onions. They're on the second shelf on the right side of the fridge." she declared, finally done with chopping up the tomatoes. He did as he was told, eyeing his last name on the back of her shirt. Instantly, the thought of her one day adopting his last name crossed his mind. The thought of her in a white gown as she walked down the aisle. He knew if that were to happen, she would want Pietro to walk her to Stefan.

Coming up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Stefan, you're making it very hard to cook." she lied, turning on the stove.

Pressing kisses on her collarbone and neck, he turned it off. "Well, you're making it very hard to focus, Leine."

"Hm, how so?" she said, feigning confusion. Her teasing smile gave her away. "Is it the jersey? Is that it?"

"So you knew," Stefan muttered. He wasn't complaining. He thought it looked better on her.

"Yeah, it was nice watching you struggle not to give yourself away," Madeline admitted, her hands on his.

"I'm going to make you regret that," he said into her ear.

"I'd like to see you try." Madeline taunted, knowing exactly how to press his buttons. Providing her no warning, he turned her body to face him, his lips passionately colliding with hers.

Hands wandering down to her thighs, he picked her up as if she weighed nothing and set her on the counter, never breaking the kiss. Their love was so vehement that it wrenched their hearts — so intense that the electricity coursing through their bodies could power Mystic Falls alone. Her delicate skin became pestered with chills as his palms wandered up her shirt. The turbulent heat and longing they always held for each other was prominent in the way they kissed — in the way Stefan traced the curves of her spine.

He loved her so much that it seemed criminal. They were both like roses, beautiful and adored by anyone walking by. However, like roses, get too close and you'll realize they are both scattered with thorns, bearing twisted pasts.

There were times when Stefan would fail to recognize himself, but she brought him back every time. She understood his silence, not needing words to communicate. Her undying acceptance was why he was more than happy to allow her to seep into his thoughts, his memories, his dreams.