❝I've been alive for over a millennium but you are the only home I've ever known.❞
In which running for a century left her homeless - until she met him.
[STEFAN SALVATORE AU]
STARTED: JUNE 25, 2017
FINISHED: SEPTEMBER 12, 2017
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Her soft lips moved in perfect sync with his, her slim fingers ran through his short hair, tugging lightly.
Stefan's hands ran up and down her body, fingertips tracing patterns into her pale skin. Genevieve arched her back in an attempt to close the little space left between them, simultaneously, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his torso, flipping them over with a speed that could only be described as supernatural.
Her wavy blonde hair framed her face, her dimples showing as she smiled down at the man below her.
This had become a familiar sight over the weeks Gen had been staying in Mystic Falls. She spent most of her time with the younger Salvatore, and when she wasn't with him she was talking to someone on her phone. Stefan had asked about it once, but she had told him it was better he didn't know, so he dropped it.
Stefan reached up and tucked some of her hair behind her ear, gripping the back of her head, forcing their eyes to lock.
"You're different to any other girl I've met," he spoke softly.
"How so?"
"I don't know, I just feel comfortable with you, like I can be myself. I've never really felt like that with anyone before."
"Well," Genevieve sat up, pulling him up with her and resting her arms on his shoulders, "you're not like any other guy I've met."
"How so?" Stefan questioned, a small smile playing on his lips as he repeated her words.
"I actually like you."
A smile broke out on both their faces, melodic laugher filling the room before their lips were attached once more.
But the kiss was soon interrupted by the whiney voice of Elena Gilbert calling out to Stefan as she wandered through the boarding house.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't realise Genevieve was here," the doppelgänger apologised as she entered the bedroom.
"I never really left," Gen shrugged.
"Right, well, I was hoping I could have a word with Stefan."
"I guess I'll be off then," the blonde pressed her lips to Stefan's cheek before collecting her shirt and shoes from the ground and exiting. "Call me."
"What is it, Elena?" Stefan sighed with boredom.
"It's Genevieve. I think she's trouble," she ran a hand through her hair as he slipped a shirt over his head. "I heard her talking on the phone the other day. She was talking about how much she hated her family. It sounded intense."
"Big deal, not everyone gets along with their family."
"This was different, Stefan. It didn't just sound like they don't get along, it sounded like she was afraid. Like she was running away from something – someone."
"Even if she is, it's none of your business," Stefan spoke with a frown as he pushed his ex out of the room. "Leave her alone. I mean it."
