What If? A Stelena FanFic

Chapter 48-The Mess I've Made

Hi! It's been a couple years lol! Life has been crazy and hard but I haven't forgotten about you or this book! I am going to be back at it again and I can't wait to publish the finale! Only 2 chapters left. I will then take a break to do some editing on this book and write regularly on the second book so I can post more frequent updates. I hope you enjoy! 

18 + Warning!

Stefan

I laid on my side of the bed, looking at Elena in the soft morning light. She had her head turned toward me and I could see her mascara and eyeliner smudged under her eyes. Her mouth was slightly open and I watched as her bare chest rose and fell softly. After a few minutes, I heard the door downstairs unlock and open. I pulled the blanket over Elena's chest and slipped out of bed and into some sweats. As I walked downstairs Samantha smiled up at me.

"So, how was the little black number?" She asked and I stopped on the bottom step as the realization dawned on me. I smirked and looked down. There were no words to describe how Elena looked last night.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it," Sam said giggling.

"So, how was your first time?" Damon smirked, putting his keys on the table by the door.

"Very funny, Damon," I said, picking up my keys from the floor where I left them last night and setting them on the same table.

"I'm serious! Tell me, was it everything you dreamed of?" He laughed, but I narrowed my eyes.

"Damon, you know that Elena and I have slept together before right?" I asked and Samantha looked at him with amused confusion.

"Wait, what?" Damon looked at Samantha and then back at me.

"Elena and I have slept together already."

His eyes widened and he furrowed his brow. "What? Since when?"

"Since Zach moved out."

"You're joking." The disbelief on his face was evident and it made me laugh.

"I've never even heard you having sex!"

"That's because we like to be alone." Elena said from the top of the stairs. I looked up and saw her wearing a pair of my sweats and my T shirt. It looked like she was trying to hold my sweats on; they were way too big on her. Mascara was still smudged under her eyes and her hair was curly and poofy.

Once she reached the bottom she shuffled over to me, laced her fingers through my hair, and pulled my mouth down to hers. I pressed my hand on the small of her back and brought her closer to me. She moaned and I took that opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth. God, she was so sweet. I pulled away after a minute and she bit her lip. I used my thumb to pull it out of her mouth. If she does that again, before she knows it, we will be back upstairs. My hand on her hip felt my sweatpants slowly slipping off her.

I chuckled, "You know what the great thing about these are?" I lifted her shirt and grabbed the two strings at the front of the pants and pulled tight, then tied them into a bow. "There. Now they won't fall off." I put her shirt back down and she looked up at me with hooded eyes.

"Well, I wasn't really planning on keeping them on for that long." I could feel a growl rise up from within me and vibrate in my chest.

"Okay! That's enough!" Damon cried, holding his hands up in the air. "I don't like this, don't want to be a part of this." He turned and started walking towards his room.