Chapter Six: You can't escape me
He walks into his apartment. He's drunk but not drunk enough. He's tired but have sense. He stumbles on the stairs but he pulls himself up.
Slowly he gets into his room. He has only four days left. He have Elena into his fingers. But was that the right way to make her give him the permission? What he did to Elena, wasn't just because that. He had seduced many women. His first role was gotten only because of casting couch. He doesn't mind to have open sex relationship with anyone, men, women. It's a modern society. He believes in hooking up. He barely have girlfriends and boyfriends. He's too busy to achieve his goal and he's getting it.
But there's Elena. Aw, so beautiful. So talented. So giver. Stefan's basically a taker not a giver. He takes it and pretends like it didn't exist. Women, he means. But this night, he gave it to her. He didn't know what came up. Why did he do it?! He finger fucked Elena and more than that Elena let him. Wasn't she all about morals and discipline? But maybe she lost it just like him. Maybe she got up caught up in it just like he did.
He throws himself on his bed, not bothering to change. Did she regret it? He thinks. Is he regretting it? He thinks. No! He isn't regretting it. There's something about her, dragging him in. He wants more. More than just finger fucking her. Maybe sex. Or maybe take her on dates, walks in the park, buy a boat for her to float in the river, hike mountains with her, skydiving, paragliding, travel to Europe, Middle East, Asia, Moon, Mars.. every fucking where, with her. Marrying her, having a football team with her
Stefan fucking Salvatore you're so fucked, he sighs as he accidentally touched over his pocket. Oh damn! He puts his hand into his pocket and takes it out. Her panties. She handed it to him, her panties. He brings it to his nose and sniffs it. Very porn-ish of him to do but she smells so good. He sniffs it again. He smiles as he remembers the way she smiled, she sighed, she twirled, she shook, she moaned, she orgasmed, on his finger.... Mmmmmm, sweet dreams.
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"So, you were finger fucked by Stefan and then you fucked John?" Caroline asks in confuse, putting her hand on the desk drops some weight on it while she stands. Elena shuffles through her files. Totally ashamed and embarrassed.
"What were you thinking?" Caroline asks Elena. Elena closes her eyes and sighs. "I don't know. I was so tensed and horny. Probably because I hadn't have sex for a very long time. Being with Stefan on the dance floor...." She pauses, licks her lip.
"He seduced me" Elena says softly and silently. Caroline chuckles. "You did dirty dancing with Stefan. Where did my professional Elena go?" She mocks.
Elena slams the files on her table. "Not helping, Caroline. I don't care about John but Stefan..."she stops. Thinking that he's a total stranger and he's after her and she totally gave him her weakness and now he's going to use it against her over and over again.
"He's going to use you to death" Caroline sounds threatened. Elena moves her neck around. "I know. I know. What can I do?" Elena says.
"Mmmm" Caroline says but she gets buzzed so she leaves.
Elena settles herself on the comfy chair thinking about what she did with Stefan. It's like, it has pinned in her mind, her soul, her body, everywhere.
Suddenly a knock on the door takes her mind back to the reality. "Come in" she says, sitting straight. Going through some files.
"Hi" he says. Elena looks at him and closes her eyes. "What are you doing, here?" She asks softly but sounds repulsive. You aren't helping me here she says in her mind.
"Just wanted to drop this by" he says coming inside and placing a bouquet of fresh red flowers on her desk.
"I don't want it. Take it away" she says rudely. "Why not?" Stefan asks, he still has his grinning face. That face! That damn face. She hates it.
"Because I don't like roses" she says avoiding his gaze. Stefan throws his hands in the air "But most women love roses." he says.
"Maybe I'm not a woman" she says and bites down on her tongue. Wrong words to choose, Elena.
He grins. "But you're. I know. I've confirmed it last night" he says pointing his two finger up in the air, that were inside her less than 12 hours ago. She looks at his fingers. He's teasing her, messing with her.
She stands up. "Listen, I got caught up in it. Okay?! I would never let a stranger touch me, let alone talk to me" she says, her voice brings annoyance.
"Ouch" Stefan holds over his heart, pretending to get shot by her. "You act like you're some sort of forbidden fruit" he says.
She walks and comes closer to him. "Look, I would very much appreciate if you just leave me alone. I've already sent permission to your director to shoot here. You can use the hospital the way you want" she says almost breaking down on her voice which doesn't go unnoticed by Stefan. She's really hurt by him. He was right. She thinks last night was a mistake. She hates it. She looks at him. Her eyes are glistening. She's begging. Begging him to go. After all, he got what he wanted. Her eyes are so serious and scared. He doesn't want her to be scared. Specially because of him.
After gazing at each other silently for minutes, Stefan pulls on his hoodie over his head. It's better for him to leave.
He slowly starts to walk backwards. She looks at him. Kinda relief that he doesn't go further. Maybe he respects it. He understands her. She thanks him through her eyes.
He slowly opens the door. "I didn't come here because I wanted the permission, Doctor Elena Gilbert." He says looking straight at her.
She wrinkles her eyebrows. "I come here to make sure that you are okay..." He pauses. He looks down, licks his lip then looks up at her. "And to know that you felt something for me just the way I felt something for you, last night" he says and gets out of the room, leaving Elena completely unstable.
His last sentence starts to buzz in her brain. "And to know that you felt something for me just the way I felt something for you, last night."
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