𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 6:𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

The sun came pouring in through the window and for once I welcomed it. The warmth, the light, the eternal of glow felt welcoming and I embraced everything it had to offer me just because I had the one special thing next to me, someone that I had always dreamed of waking up next to me ever since 1864; Stefan Salvatore. Turning over slowly, I propped my head on my hand and gazed down at the precious man sleeping next to me, the only man that would forever bring back my humanity and the key quite literally to my heart and soul. Stefan's arms were under the pillow that his head was currently rested on as he face towards me, a faint smile on his lips which made me wonder what he was dreaming about. The blankets hung loose but unfortunately for me, Stefan had come to bed with a shirt on last night so I couldn't see his perfect sculptured body that lay beneath his shirt.
"

Katherine...stop it." Stefan whispered so faintly that I wondered whether or not it I actually heard it come from his lips.
The word 'Sorry' was on the tip of my tongue and was just about to roll free when I stopped myself. Apologizing was something I had never done much in my human life and I had done it even less in my vampire life so why should I change? My teeth captured my lower lip and chewed on it impulsively due to some part of me that thought I was changing into somebody I had never been.
"Katherine...you're still staring." Stefan said as he turned to face me, a boyish smirk on his face. He laughed absentmindedly before sitting up in the bed causing me to mirror his actions. Stefan raised his eyebrows questioning my obvious discomfort that had suddenly risen within me. Just as his lips moved to say for what could only be 'are you okay?', I breathed and remembered to enjoy the moment that I was now having with Stefan and hopefully to enjoy the many more memories that were to come. Placing a smirk on my face, I very slowly and deliberatley climbed over Stefan's body and made my way out of the bed. Stefan simply rolled his eyes and mumbled something like 'people never change' but somehow it wasn't with the old resentment that it used to have, no this time it held more humour and unbothered tone to it. Did that mean he was okay with this me? No, it just means he's more accepting now and that's only because you've been playing human my own voice mocked me inside my head.
"I'm going to have breakfast." I smirked gazing over at Stefan who slowly rose from the bed, giving me a look of disappointment. "Don't worry, it's a blood bag." I told him feeling slightly scolded as I didn't want him to be disappointed in me, well not anymore.
"Okay." Stefan said with a proud parent sort of smirk that just made want to rebel and feed off someone.
"The only reason I'm not feeding off someone is because I'm trying to keep a low profile, Stefan. I actually want to stay in this town believe it or not." I whispered, not really having control over the words that seemed to flow through my mouth.
"Why do you want to stay? You always run." Stefan asked staring into my eyes that would always force me to open up and bear my feelings to him.
"It's not the town itself...it's the person that lives here." My voice was barely audible.
A part of me wanted to tell Stefan that I was giving up fighting my humanity, that I loved him and that everything I was doing right now was for him. I wanted to tell him that everytime I looked at him I no longer felt like the monster that I had spent my entire life being, he made me feel human. Somehow despite it all when he looked into my eyes with hope and faith I felt more exposed than I have ever had been in my life. He wanted me to better and I wanted to please him but how could I tell him all that without making him want to run? Because if he ran away fromme this time I didn't think I could survive it especially since I've let my guard down and was now exposing my heart for him to see.
Stefan looked at me with a slight smile on his face whilst he came to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress. His brown eyes flickered towards me before looking back towards the floor almost as if he was reading a book. I could practically see the wheels turn around his head due to his over consuming thoughts. The lines in his forehead creased and he chewed on the inside of his lip out of nerves... maybe.
"You've always liked to run, Katherine." He swallowed before looking up at me with a smirk. "Especially, in the rain if I remember correctly."
"That's only because you always chased me." I told him mirroring the same smirk.
"Come on, Stefan!" I giggled whilst he failed to try to keep up with me but somehow I didn't mind.
I wasn't using the speed that I could have been using to put me at a higher advantage but I was using the use of my heightened sight and hearing to jump over the twigs and not to step into any of the marsh land. Stefan however was too busy concentrating on me to realise that he was stepping into the marsh and covering his boots in dirt and mud that would no doubt cause his Father to ask questions later. If his Father knew about tonight that would also mean that Damon would know about tonight, about me and Stefan running through the woods looking for nothing in particular but right now in the moment with Stefan I just couldn't bring myself to care.
Stefan's chuckle echoed through his woods causing me to turn around to see him on his hands and knees facing down into the mud. I couldn't even bring myself to hide the laughter that erupted through me, he looked just like a little boy who was learning to walk for the first time. Giggling loudly, I picked up the hem of my skirt and walked towards him, the mud squelching under my feet. Before I could reach him Stefan rose from the ground and wiped the dirt onto his trousers.
"You always like the chase?" He smirked with his boyish smile.
"Only if you are the one to catch me." I curtsied before him, a sheepish grin on my face.
Stefan smiled softly and cupped my cheek with his hand, his thumb stroking my cheek. His brown eyes gazed into mine with a familiar twinkle in his eyes that I knew was mirrored in my own. My heart was hammering in my chest just begging for his lips to touch mine and my body yearned for his touch. I had never felt such an intense longing for someone to touch me in my life. It was too surreal.
I grabbed a jacket from the corner of the living room where a pile of clothes sat gathering dust no longer having the same use to me as before. The clothes had once belonged to Elena gathering dust as she tended not to wear much clothing when she was alone at the Boarding House with Stefan. So on one of my first nights in Mystic Falls I had sneaked into the Salvatore Boarding House and gathered any clothing of Elena's that I could find knowing that this way it would be that much easier to fool everyone into thinking I was her.
Stefan was now on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hands which he probably wouldn't drink if he knew I had compelled one of the men back at the Grill to give me two crates of alcohol. He was too righteous because of Elena and I wished my daring but sweet Stefan would return to me, the one who called me an angel, who loved me endlessly and who would do anything just to be with me. He was somewhere inside this Stefan and I would bring back just like I was doing with my humanity.
"How was breakfast?" He asked not taking his eyes off the television in front of him.
"Delicious." I smirked walking over to him, my hands sliding into the pockets of my jacket and my tongue sliding over my fangs emphasizing how good the blood bag has tasted.
Stefan shook his head but I could see a trace of a grin on his lips before he could choke out a laugh he picked up his bottle of beer and took a small sip. He glanced over at me, his brown eyes searching mine and he nodded briefly, slowly but it was more than a nod of recognition. It was something else, something more. It was an understanding forming between us. An understanding where we could afford to break some of the boundaries that were separating us and that we were friends right now, we shared an understanding.
"So what's on TV?" I asked jumping on to the couch, my legs spread of his lap.
"Boring cliché movies." His eyes remained fixed on the TV until he felt my legs on his lap. Hesitating he looked down towards my legs before raising his arms and at first I thought he was going to push my feet away from him but he did something I never expected him to do. His hands went to my feet and started massaging them softly whilst his eyes drifted up my bare legs to where my navy shorts began. "I see you managed to find something to wear other than your vest top and underwear."
"It's like I told you Stefan, I don't have company and when I do we're both usually naked." I wiggled my eyebrows playfully but he just raised his in return, silently warning me not to push too far. "Just a friendly suggestion, Stefan."
"Nothing is just a friendly suggestion with you, Katherine." He chuckled.
"Just give me a beer and shut up."
"Yes, Miss Katherine."
Stefan picked up a bottle of beer from one of the crates by the TV and handed it to me with playful grin on his face and I couldn't help but return it. His hands went back to my feet massaging soft circles into the pads on my foot. His touch was heavenly, so gentle and strong. It was perfect. Sighing from contentment, I placed the glass bottle to my lips and took a sip but Stefan stopped me.
"What?"
"A toast." He clicked our bottles together. "To the future."
I raised my glass in the air and took a brief sip.
"To our future."
Stefan smiled softly at me and clicked our bottles together for the second time.
"To our future."