Catch Me

Chapter 7

After letting themselves indulge in another lengthy make-out session and talking for a while longer, Annabelle and Stefan decided to go downstairs to visit with his family.

"So what are we gonna tell them? And how are we gonna tell them about us?" Annabelle asked Stefan as they started descending the stairs.

Stefan stopped and turned her to face him. Wounding his strong arms around her waist, he pulled her close and kissed her long and deep.

"I think this will speak for us more eloquently", he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.

He pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were glazed with love as she returned his gaze and a weak smile curved her full lips.

"Don't worry, there's no way they wouldn't approve. They all adore you. Remember that summer in Milan? My grandparents had taken to you immediately, as if you were their long-lost grand-daughter. And my parents always treated as if you were their daughter. Though I'm glad you aren't", he chuckled. Stefan reached up and brushed a strand of hair that fell across her forehead.

"Yes, I remember. But I don't know if they would appreciate if you started kissing me like that in front of them," Annabelle challenged.

Resuming their descent, Stefan kept his arm around her waist.

"Where is everyone?" Annabelle asked when they entered the living room.

"I don't - . Oh, gosh. I totally forgot! They went to the airport to pick up Angelica. She's coming home from France. You know, ever since you told my sister about Provence, she couldn't get it out of her head. She's been there for almost three weeks now!"

"Really?" Annabelle asked, incredulous. "I didn't even know she was out of the country! Hmm ... So, you're saying that she left three weeks ago? Then it was about the time you started this little ... ehm ... ruse."

"Yeah, I think so," he said with a smirk.

He led her over to the couch. He sat down and pulled her down to sit next to him.

"Have you talked to Angelica since then? Does she know anything about this?" she asked, snuggling up to him.

"Well, yeah. Kind of, anyway. Angelica always knew I had the hots for you. She was always saying that you would be the best sister-in-law. I told her I was working on it," he said, putting a finger under her chin, making her look at him. She was blushing an attractive shade of pink. He reached up and caressed her cheek lovingly.

Annabelle found it hard to speak after what he just said. She looked into his face. He wore a serious expression, though in his eyes, there was just the slightest glint of mischief.

"A sister-in-law, huh? So you think that I would marry you right away if you asked me?" she asked, equally serious.

"Would you?" he asked, seemingly incredulous.

Looking at his earnest, puppy look, Annabelle couldn't hold it together any longer and burst out laughing.

"Of course not! We've been together, what? For and hour or two?" she gasped out between bursts of laugther.

"Yes, but it doesn't change anything about the fact that I love you. You, Belle. It was, is and ever will be only you," Stefan said, putting his palm against her cheek and drawing her face up for his kiss. 

The kiss was long and tender, and left Annabelle light-headed. When Stefan drew back and opened his eyes, he took in her expression - lips pink and parted, ocean-blue eyes sparkling up at him, a gentle smile touching her full lips. When he wanted to move in for another kiss, Annabelle captured his face bettween her hands and held his face in place. Stefan waited for her next move while they simply stared at each other. 

"I love you, too, Stefan," she finally said and before he could say anything in response, Annabelle pulled his face down and kissed him. When her tounge briefly touched his lips, he didn't hesitate and let her in. She moaned as their tongues tangled together. She had never kissed like this anyone. But after all, this wasn't anyone. This was Stefan. 

As the kiss turned ruthless and more passionate with each second, Annabelle's hands caressed their way to his neck and dragged her nails through the hair at the back of his head. Stefan growled and kissed her harder. He pulled his arms tighter around her and laid her back on the couch. Annabelle circled his broad shoulders with her arms and pulled him as close as it was possible.

Stefan broke the kiss and left a trail of kisses down her chin to her throat. When one of his hands trailed down her side, Annabelle shivered. Chuckling darkly, Stefan moved lower, kissing along her collarbone, dragging his tounge along the length of it. A moan escaped her lips and shivered again. He started to move up and when he got to her lips, he kissed her deeply. God, she tasted like heaven - an intoxicating mixture of strawberries and chocolate.

When after a while Stefan started showering her face with gentle kisses, Annabelle giggled.

"Haven't you had enough?" she asked. She smiled up at him when he drew back to look into her face.

He shook his head.

"You have no idea how long I waited for this. For you. Now that I have you here, in my arms, I'm not going to let you go. Ever. And don't tell me you mind, I wouldn't believe you anyway," he smirked and bent to kiss her cheek.

"God, I never considered you for the conceited type", she teased and sighed when this time his hand caressed her from cheek down to her neck and his thumb pressed on her chin so she would look at him as he levered himself up. 

"I'm not conceited. I'm the type who will dearly love you and cherish you because of the love you give me and the person you are with me," he whispered, looking into her eyes and pouring all his love into that look. 

By the time he finished, the tears that glistened in her eyes, spilled over her cheeks. Stefan bent low to kiss her again. Annabelle kissed him back like there was no tomorrow. 

They kissed. For a long while they just kissed. Waves of passion built between them. Stefan was pressing ardent kisses into the V of her white sweater. She arched into him with a sigh, offering all of her to him. 

Stefan pushed his hand under her sweater and moaned when his finger encountered the hot skin of her stomach. Stroking his way up in maddeningly slow circles, he kissed his way back to her mouth and kissed her.

His fingers just skimmed her ribs when he heard voices. Thinking he imagined it, he kept on kissing her. The voices sounded louder with each second. His mind fogged up with desire for Annabelle gradually cleared and he froze when he heard laughter coming from the front porch.

So, here is the next chapter!! I know, it was a long time coming but I hope that those who read it, enjoyed it! :) .. Hopefully I will have time and upload in the coming weeks. Comments and votes, welcome, guys!! :) :*

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