One and Only

Chapter Twenty Three

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE- One and Only

Elena's P.O.V.

The sunshine hits my face hard as I roll over, directly into Stefan's arms and hearing when he groans, tickling my sides as he whispers against my ear "Good morning."

" Morning...Someone seems to be in a really good mood this morning." I comment, feeling as he loosens his protective embrace around me and brushes a strand of my hair out of my face, gazing over at me with a gleeful smile on his face.

"Well..Ha..What can I say..Last night was nice." Stefan says, turning away from me as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, turning around to smile at me when I huff out a breath.

"Well, I would love to sit here and debate with you about last night..Because, I honestly think that it was pretty amazing. But, opinions differ..I guess..We'll just have to keep trying to change your mind." I say out loud, hearing as Stefan laughs, slipping on his clothes that were left in a huge mound on the floor from last night.

I listen closely as he gets up and the belt on his pants rattles. "What are you doing?" He asks me, watching as I duck under the mass of messy, unmade sheets that we had wrapped ourselves in.

"What does it look like I'm doing..I'm looking for my bra, my shirt and-" I start to say, feeling as something hits my back, a pillow from behind me. Stefan laughs a bit harder when I lift my head from under the thin white sheets, my hairs a total mess, flying every which way when I finally pull myself out from under them and look up at Stefan, the white sheets covering my body when I let out a nervous laugh.

"Sweetheart...They're in the bathroom." He reminds me, walking over to the bathroom and grabbing the pile of clean clothes that I had left there.

"Ha...right! Thanks. I guess, I totally forgot about them." I comment, eyebrows raised when Stefan sits on the bed beside me, his hands gently touching my shoulders as he exhales a breath, watching as I put my bra back on and then pull my tank top over my head.

"You seem tense." He points out, watching my brown eyes gaze over when his hands gently stroke my shoulders, his fingertips slowly making their way to the knots in my body. I groan a little as Stefan's hands graze against my bare back.

"Lay down." He commands in a soft tone, smiling as I swallow hard and looking over at him, trying to protest.

"Stefan..The kids..They're going to be up soon..They get up at 7:30." I try again. It's not that I don't want him to do whatever he has planned. But, what if Sam and Olivia wake up and they try to get into our bedroom and then they notice the doors locked. They'll panic.

"Come on, It's only 6! We have a while. " He says, his fingers carefully tracing small lines against my skin, his green eyes dancing with lust, a smile lingering on his face when he pulls back my hair to one side, leaning into me and leaving a chaste kiss against the soft warm flesh.

"Oh...If you keep doing that now..We'll never leave this bedroom." I conclude, watching as Stefan rolls his darkened, hungry filled eyes at me, licking his lips when he says "I wouldn't mind that..Now, lay down so that I can massage your back and get rid of all this tension you've got going on ."

"Since when did you become a massage therapist?" I ask him in a playful tone, feeling as his hands trail down to the waistline of my underwear,slowly stopping at my hips when his eyes secure on me. Stefan leans into my stomach, lifting up my shirt as he leaves quick kisses against my anxious body.