Rescue Me

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Rescue Me

A.N. First off, HUUUGE apology for not updating. Im about to start college and that blew my mind that i even got in. Its a really prestigious school and yeah. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me.

And speaking of blowing minds, y'all blew mine with your reviews from the last chapter! I'm glad you guys enjoyed my sorry excuse for a smut, and that everyone was pretty stoked that they finally hid the salami or did the horizontal mambo or whatever other horribly corny analogy you care to come up with. But for realz, peeps, you blew me away with the response. I can't handle your perfection, guys. Seriously.
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"Are you sure you saw them leave?"

Rebekah stumbled through the doorway, rolling her eyes as she twirled around to look at her fiancée. "I saw them leave, Stefan, for the tenth time," she said slowly, trying to keep her words from slurring. She probably shouldn't have had that last glass of wine, but as much as she loved Stefan, his work associates were just so drab and boring. "Caroline left out the side door and Nik followed soon thereafter. Honestly, Stefan."
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Stefan shook his head, smiling as he watched Rebekah stumble down the step before growling under her breath and glaring at her shoes. Because her shoes are why she can't walk straight, he thought, chuckling under his breath. "Well, excuse me for second guessing my boozy fiancée, Bex," he said, unabashedly letting his eyes take in the view as she bent over to wrestle with the buckle on her heels.

She whipped her head around to glare at him, her long blonde hair provided a curtain around her face. "I am not boozy," she protested, turning back to her task at hand. Her fingers fumbled against the straps and she gasped when suddenly she felt herself lurch forward.

Before she could connect with the ground, a strong arm wrapped around her waist while another grasped her arm. She shot up, leaning into Stefan's chest as he led her over to the couch. "These floorboards are uneven," she whined, closing her eyes as she plopped down onto the cushion.

She heard Stefan chuckle, and then felt his fingers caressing the skin of her ankles as he easily undid the buckles and slid the shoes off her feet. "Of course they are, babe," he said, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to her knee before rising to sit next to her on the couch. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as his eyes traveled to the staircase behind him.

"Careful, Mr. Salvatore," Rebekah said next to him. "If you continue to worry so, those horrible creases in your forehead will get worse."

"You said you liked my forehead," Stefan said, turning his head back to look at her. Her eyes were still closed, her head turned away from him as she rested against the pillows. Even sloshed out of her brain, she was beautiful. Even more so than when he had first seen her in that pub in London. He'd gone there to meet some of the partners, desperate to prove he wasn't just some "American wanker" who had a golden spoon in his mouth. He'd walked in, acting much more confident that he'd actually felt, and made a beeline for the bar. The whole ordeal would be easier once he'd had a drink or two, he'd decided. He had flagged down one of the passing waitresses carrying a tray of pints, but before he could grab hold of one, a hand reached past him and snatched it off the tray.

He'd turned, expecting some large, burly local to be glaring at him, but instead he saw Rebekah. She was standing behind him, one hand perched on a slender hip, the pint of ale rising to her smirking lips. Her perfectly arched eyebrows were raised in a challenge, and he couldn't help the smirk that crossed his own face as his eyes scoured her body. "Oh, by all mean, help yourself," he'd said.

She shrugged, licking her lips as she lowered the glass. "Oh, I plan to." His smirk had grown at her smug tone, and she shook her head, taking a step towards him. "Careful, Mr. Salvatore." She peered up at him, her blue eyes dancing across his face. "You won't do well in our court systems with a poker face like that." She raised herself to her tiptoes, her breath ghosting against the shell of his ear. "I can tell your every intention from here."