[Her eyes fall shut at the feeling of his hand on her face but only for a moment. She needs to be able to see his face as he speaks, to see if he means what he says. A part of her can't believe that after all this time he still wants her, that he can want her. Though if it's possible for her to still want him, shouldn't be possible the other way around? Caroline was blind the ring he wore around his finger and well, logic isn't something her heart will let her have in this situation. She watches him carefully even as he touches her face, the caress distracting at the very least.] Company. [She says it flatly, though she's confused.] Do you still... What you said before, all those years ago, do you still meant them? Do you still... love me? [She can barely say the last two words for fear of what the answer might be. Because maybe he's just lonely for a familiar face, like Damon had so obviously been a few years back. He'd tracked Caroline down, they'd spent a week together before the playful bickering almost turned into something too real, both of them blaming the other, silently, for what Stefan had become. They'd parted as friends, she thinks, but she had a feeling that she'd never see him again.]
More than company. [Love her. Does he? He isn't sure. He longs for her, the idea of her, has remembered her in the dark so many times, when the shadows of feeling came creeping. His eyes dart to the ring, her ring. He'd had it made years ago, years after he'd left. That meant something, means something, and he is here...] I have thought about you every day since I last saw you. I can't live without you anymore, Caroline.
[She almost melts at that, though in the back of her mind she's been nagged that he didn't quite say he loved her still. But as it is, she wraps her arms around to pull him close, pressing her lips to his for a deep kiss, one with all the passion in the world behind it because she has it, for him.]
[The kiss is easier than the questions, those without answers he can bear to let her hear. Her lips against his igniting that old, familiar dance of their bodies colliding and forming to one another. He pulls her close, arms coming around her, his body already flooded with inescapable sense memory.
He may be more monster now than he was then, might never be capable of loving her the way he once did, the way she deserves, but it is good to be this close to her again, to touch and taste and be with her, as he was afraid he never could be again. He deepens the kiss, tasting her lips with his tongue, trying to compare the past and the present, but all he can focus on is the satin-smooth slide of her mouth's heat and the feel of her curves pressing against him.]
[The kiss is different, she can feel it. It tastes the same, he still has the same taste, the same warmth but there's something different about it. Maybe her memory was messing with her but she's sure it, there's something... missing. There's a tenderness in which he used to kiss her, a reverence or something like it that this kiss is devoid of. Maybe it's love, maybe he doesn't love her anymore, the thought makes her heart stop for a moment. She lets him deepen the kiss, trying to get lost in that kiss, to get back into that familiar groove. And at least, this time, it doesn't feel like he's saying goodbye.
Whimpering against his lips, she tugs him towards the stairs, trying to get him towards her bedroom but not really sure they're going to make it that far. Already her hands are trying to rid him of his jacket, stepping out of her boots, intent on leaving a trail of clothes in their wake]
[He follows her lead, shedding his jacket, his shoes, stumbling up the stairs with her, trying to maneuver them without losing contact. There isn't the reverence he once had, the awed marvel he used to hold for the simple act of her undressing even, though he still appreciates the gradual exposure of her still flawless porcelain skin. He lifts her at the landing, their progress too slow for his liking, cupping her bum as he speeds up the rest of the stairs, breaking their kiss only to ask:] Where--?
[He gets her up the stairs, their lips never parting until he asks where and she knows he means the bedroom.] Second room on the left. [She manages to pant out, her mouth falling to his again, her hands smoothing through his hair, legs wrapping around his waist, a perfect fit.]
[He pulls her hips tighter against his, finding the room with little trouble, pinning her against a wall just inside, pulling apart from her to tug at her shirt, wanting it off her, wanting more. He rolls up against the apex of her thighs, grinding against her, needing that friction. He groans, her name stretched out appreciatively through the air between them as his arousal thickens, becomes almost palpable.]
[She gasps, arching off the wall as her arms lift so her shirt can come right off. Moaning right back against his lips, she rocks off the wall against his hips, needing more herself, needing everything. She doesn't want to think about the time they've spent apart, she doesn't want to think about how things feel different.]
[With her shirt off, his soon follows, and he whisks them to the bed, flattening her back to the mattress, running his tongue in a long, wet trail from her bellybutton up her abdomen, between her breasts to her collarbone, nipping there gently, before moving up farther, kissing his way up her neck as his body settles over hers, his weight creating pressure between their cool, but warming bodies.]
[A second later they're on her bed, it's big and spacious and oh-so-soft. And as he presses her to the mattress, his mouth moving over her skin, making her shiver, making her writhe. They both have too many clothes, way too many clothes, and her hands move to remedy this, hastily tugging at his pants, his belt, her skirt.] Stefan... [She holds it back, she bites back those three words, her eyes falling shut as she keeps working on getting them both naked.]
[He helps her strip them of their clothing, letting his hands linger on her body as much as possible, lifting her up, wrapping his limbs around her, pressing his mouth to hers as his hips come flush against hers, his cock resting close to her heat, hardening further, aching for the tight confines of her body that he hasn't felt in so long.]
[Their limbs tangle, their bodies mold closely together but not close enough. She shudders against him, beneath him, back arching so her body presses even more against him, trying to get every inch of skin touching his.] I missed you. [It's a soft whimper against his ear, her hips rolling up against hers.]
[Her lithe body underneath him, pressing up against him, it spurs him on, his hips coming down to hers, the length of his cock sliding against her slick heat. The sensation is indescribable, steals a moan from him even as he pulls her tighter against her. He wants her, needs her, the fibres of his body and his soul feeling as though they're coming apart, stitching back together, more complete, almost...whole.] I missed you, Caroline. I can't even... [And he can't, can't describe the way he's felt her absence, deep set and lingering like a wound that never quite heals.] I missed you.
[She shudders at the feeling of him brushing against her, a low moan escaping her lips as a result. Her fingers slide down his chest, down his sides, smoothing over his back, touching parts of him she'd memorized so many years before. She wants to take her time, she wants to just worship him, get reacquainted but at the same time she can't wait, she doesn't have the patience to slow things down, not when she feels like she's so close to filling in the whole that had long since been in her heart.
Whimpering against his lips, she rocks her hips, trying to get him to urge him to give them both what they need, to ease the ache she feels inside of her and in her heart.]
[He knows what that rocking means, isn't going to argue, it's what he wants too. He slips a hand between them, positioning himself at her entrance, holding her hips down as he eases inside of her with excruciating slowness, eyes slipping closed as he feels himself engulfed by her warm heat.
It takes his breath away, being inside of her again, reminds him of all the tender, reverent lovemaking they had done when she was young and new. He can feel himself wanting to worship her, the way he used to, old and unused string in his heart straining weakly as he opens his eyes to gaze at her face. He feels that stirring, but it's not quite enough to bring that same awed light to his eyes that used to live there. He kisses her to hide the fact, from her, but moreso from himself. God, he wishes he could be who he was before, who he wants to be again.]
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He may be more monster now than he was then, might never be capable of loving her the way he once did, the way she deserves, but it is good to be this close to her again, to touch and taste and be with her, as he was afraid he never could be again. He deepens the kiss, tasting her lips with his tongue, trying to compare the past and the present, but all he can focus on is the satin-smooth slide of her mouth's heat and the feel of her curves pressing against him.]
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Whimpering against his lips, she tugs him towards the stairs, trying to get him towards her bedroom but not really sure they're going to make it that far. Already her hands are trying to rid him of his jacket, stepping out of her boots, intent on leaving a trail of clothes in their wake]
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Whimpering against his lips, she rocks her hips, trying to get him to urge him to give them both what they need, to ease the ache she feels inside of her and in her heart.]
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It takes his breath away, being inside of her again, reminds him of all the tender, reverent lovemaking they had done when she was young and new. He can feel himself wanting to worship her, the way he used to, old and unused string in his heart straining weakly as he opens his eyes to gaze at her face. He feels that stirring, but it's not quite enough to bring that same awed light to his eyes that used to live there. He kisses her to hide the fact, from her, but moreso from himself. God, he wishes he could be who he was before, who he wants to be again.]
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