Fic: seven minutes (TVD, Stefan/Elena)
Title: seven minutes
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way, shape, or form.
Fandom/Characters: Vampire Diaries, Stefan/Elena
Word Count: 236
Request: For summerstorm, who asked for sneaking around.
In a million years, Elena never would have guessed that she was the kind of girl that liked being tugged into janitor's closets at school. As it turns out, she really, really is.
"Stefan," she hisses, when he pulls her inside and pins her to the door. "We really shouldn't --"
He cuts her off with a kiss, his hands sliding up her hips, and she melts into it more easily than she'd like to admit. Just having him near enough to kiss, it's enough to make her forget about all the reasons that they shouldn't be doing it at all. Her hands come up to grasp at the front of his shirt and he pulls away just a little and grins down at her.
"I thought you said we shouldn't be doing this," he teases, his thumbs stroking the skin between where her jeans and her shirt meet.
A shiver goes down her spine. "Oh shut up," she says, giving into it. She tugs on the back of his head and pulls him down to kiss her again. He's still laughing when their lips meet and she finds herself laughing too, just a little.
Outside, the bell for third period rings. Inside, Elena finds that she doesn't much care. It's just another thing that she never would have guessed about herself.
As Stefan's lips slide down her throat, she wonders what he'll teach her next.
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way, shape, or form.
Fandom/Characters: Vampire Diaries, Stefan/Elena
Word Count: 236
Request: For summerstorm, who asked for sneaking around.
In a million years, Elena never would have guessed that she was the kind of girl that liked being tugged into janitor's closets at school. As it turns out, she really, really is.
"Stefan," she hisses, when he pulls her inside and pins her to the door. "We really shouldn't --"
He cuts her off with a kiss, his hands sliding up her hips, and she melts into it more easily than she'd like to admit. Just having him near enough to kiss, it's enough to make her forget about all the reasons that they shouldn't be doing it at all. Her hands come up to grasp at the front of his shirt and he pulls away just a little and grins down at her.
"I thought you said we shouldn't be doing this," he teases, his thumbs stroking the skin between where her jeans and her shirt meet.
A shiver goes down her spine. "Oh shut up," she says, giving into it. She tugs on the back of his head and pulls him down to kiss her again. He's still laughing when their lips meet and she finds herself laughing too, just a little.
Outside, the bell for third period rings. Inside, Elena finds that she doesn't much care. It's just another thing that she never would have guessed about herself.
As Stefan's lips slide down her throat, she wonders what he'll teach her next.