[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
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[The moment he's inside of her again, it's almost like coming home, memories flood her brain, tender and sweet, funny and light. And for a second, she's back in Mystic Falls again, in his arms, feeling like the most important thing in the world to him, while in his arms. But the moment passes, her eyes blinking open to look at his face, barely catching his expression before he kisses her. There's something off about it, but she can't say what, or why and she chooses to ignore the stirring in her heart that tells her so, that tells her this isn't the same, they aren't the same. No, she just lets herself melt below him just a moment, lets herself get lost in the sensation of him inside of her.] Waited for this for so long.
Yes... [He half-sighs, half-moans as he rocks against her, feeling her clench around him lightly as he fills her completely. That longing squeak in her voice strikes him deep inside, the wanting there a hot spike through his core. He deepens his kiss, feeling an urgency of his own that isn't completely physical, but something more, too. He has waited for this, forever it feels like, and as he kisses her he breathes her in, feels himself completely consumed by Caroline Forbes and everything she is and was and promises to be again.
He starts to move within her, slowly, rediscovering the feel of her from the inside, hand sliding across her body beneath him, remembering the satiny feel of her skin. It hasn't changed, can't change, and it still makes her wants her as much as it ever did.] God, yes.
[She lets him deepen the kiss, her body lifting off the bed to get closer to him, desperate to somehow have their two bodies melt into one. Her hands move desperately over his back, palms pressed flat, holding him close, her own body aching for him, for this. It's her soul that aches the most though, it's her heart that has been fractured and broken from their separation. And now, she can feel the fragments slowly repairing themselves. They can't go back to the way things were, when things were perfect, new, but that doesn't mean they can't find a different form of perfection once more, they can find happiness in the love between them, love that survived through so many lonely years, at least on her part.
He starts to move and she moves too, her hips working in tandem with his, hands sliding up and down his spine, fingers tracing vertebrae, dipping down along the lines of muscles as she moans against his lips.]
[He coils his arms around her as she arches up to him, pressing her body close to his, abs flexing so his hips move against her in isolation, not want to lose any of the precious contact with her. He moves his mouth to her neck, her collar, tongue and lips working in tandem play across her skin, trying to breath warmth into her, build the heat between them until they're both hot enough to burn. His thrusts become more urgent, faster, his breath growing erratic against her skin.]
[Neither of them are going to last very long, she can already tell. Things are too intense, the heat between them is stifling, almost too much to bear. He holds her closer and she moves to do the same, restless hands clutching to him, feeling the strain of his muscles as he works against her, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close. Her breathing turns into panting moans and gasps entirely, her body rolling with his, hips moving frantically as she tries to find her release, their release.]
[He can feel it, the tightening at the base of his cock, the heady, frenzied closeness of ecstasy, her coiled limbs and eager hips only spurring him on. He pulls back just enough to watch her face, study her, remember the glowing vision of her face written over with pleasure. His eyes shine a little, warming as he feels himself ready to come, trying to hold back, hold off until he sees her come for him first, though he fears he might not be able to. She feels so incredibly good.]
[It's going to fast, she wants to take the time to get to know him again, to know his body like she used to. Even in her frenzied pleasure, she wonders briefly if he's different, if there's things he likes now that he didn't before, does he still melt at the feeling of her mouth against the base of his neck, does the feeling of her teeth tugging on his ear still render him speechless? She hopes she has time to figure these things out because right now? She's on the brink of the greatest, most powerful feeling in the world. And when he pulls back? He's rewarded with what he desires because in that exact moment, she feels the ever-tightening coil inside of her snap and her whole world blurs until it's just the two of them and the way their bodies fit and move together.
With a shuddering moan, she falls over that edge, her whole body tightening around his, toes curling, legs tightening, fingernails digging until all she can feel is that all-consuming ecstasy.]
[He watches her come, that look on her face a beautiful and precious as it ever was, his body reacting to hers as she tightens around him, draws him in, impossibly deep, not only within the softness of her heat, but it feels as if she's dragging him into her very soul with every muscle flexed and every sound she makes, no matter how small.
He lets go, and as each trembling, raw nerve in his body is set alight, something deep, deep inside him, something he thought was lost forever, breaks free, surging forth, flooding him with a second wave of intensifying pleasure, ceasing his breath, bleeding into every molecule in his body. He forces his eyes open, catching fast, fragmented glimpses of her face, needing to see her, to know if this feeling is what he thinks it is, what he hopes it is.]
[She's never felt this with anyone else. Not Matt, not Tyler, not any of the other lovers she's had between then and now. There's something about Stefan that makes her soul dance to life, that makes her feel whole and complete when she wasn't even aware it felt empty. Every part of her being is brought to life by the feeling, every nerve in her body is pulsing and she's sure that somehow she's glowing.
She takes in a deep breath as her body arches off the bed, her face drawn up in an expression of complete ecstasy, of want, and need but something tells her to open her eyes. And when she does, she catches his gaze and suddenly... She feels it all over again, pleasure coiling up so tightly in her body and then snapping as her first climax rolls easily into a second.]
[When her eyes meet his he feels like he's being born, warmth and affection and love spreading through him. He doesn't know how, was compelled to be incapable of it so long ago it's only a foggy memory but, here it is, rich and full and inescapable as he's staring down at the girl--the woman who gave it all back to him. He kisses her, deeply, passionately, trying to convey all his gratitude and love and awe for her through the sweep of his tongue across hers.
He feels her start to come again, rocks against her to draw it out, his own pleasure extending along with hers. He gasps, soft and almost shrill against her mouth, never wanting to come down from this, taking comfort in the promise of a lifetime with her, like this, forever. He whispers her name, soft and holy against her lips, the way he used to, feeling it come from the depth of his soul.] Caroline...
[It's all too overwhelming. From the press of his lips, hungrily, longing, passionate to the feeling of her release as she rides it out for a second time. And suddenly it feels completely right again, it feels like it did before, full of magic and promise and just... she can't begin to describe it, to put a name to it because it has to be more than just love. Love seems like such a puny word to encompass what she's feeling, it's too short, it's too simple, too easy to say.
And this, what they're sharing in this very moment is far more than any of that. The way he says her name makes her shiver, makes her heart swell up until she's sure it might burst from her chest. Her eyes flutter open to look at him once more, her expression softening. Her hands find his face to hold as a tear slips down her cheek, her voice quiet and hoarse with emotion--] I love you, Stefan.
[He presses his lips to the one sparkling tear, kissing it away diligently. He smiles, whispering against her cheek.] I love you, too. [He warms at his own words, knowing he could never lie to her about that, not even under Klaus's emotionless thrall. He rolls them, finding their sides, heads sharing one of many soft, downy pillows. He nuzzles her face, soft kisses pressed across her cheeks, coming to linger, just barely touching her lips.] God, I love you. [He smiles, almost laughing, overjoyed at the swelling in his heart.] I love you so much, Caroline, you have no idea.
[If he's warming at those words, she's practically catching on fire. Even as he rolls them to their sides, caressing her face with his lips, saying the words again, she can't help but smile, the sort of smile that might blind a person. It's a Caroline smile. Obnoxiously huge, but inherently beautiful. And his laughter? Oh, that makes her own heart swell, her hands moving to his face again, holding him close, pressing her forehead to his as she lets out a shaky sigh that's quickly followed by a breathless bout of laughter, a choked sort of giggle. Emotions swell up within her and it's overwhelming, the strongest of which is pure bliss.] I thought I'd never hear you say that again. [Not like that, another tear slips down her cheek but she's grinning, her lips pressing to his for the sweetest of kisses.] And trust me, I know because I love you just as much.
[He revels in her kiss, in her words, that smile and her giggles, in everything that makes up this moment with her. He sighs, tipping his forehead to rest against hers.] I was afraid I'd never be able to say it to you again. [His smile broadens, he kisses her again, thinking that she is a marvel, not simply something supernatural, but something otherworldly, divine in some respect he can't quite pinpoint.] You're amazing, you know that? I didn't think--But then, I should have known. [He cups her face, pressing his mouth to hers, shaking his head.] I love you.
[Caroline has to wonder sometimes if anyone has been lucky enough to see Stefan Salvatore smile as much as she gets to. His smile is one of the most beautiful things in the world, she thinks. And now that she's seen a lot of the world? She can say that with confidence. She kisses him back, slow and sweet, unable to stop grinning against his lips.] I love you. I never stopped.
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He starts to move within her, slowly, rediscovering the feel of her from the inside, hand sliding across her body beneath him, remembering the satiny feel of her skin. It hasn't changed, can't change, and it still makes her wants her as much as it ever did.] God, yes.
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He starts to move and she moves too, her hips working in tandem with his, hands sliding up and down his spine, fingers tracing vertebrae, dipping down along the lines of muscles as she moans against his lips.]
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With a shuddering moan, she falls over that edge, her whole body tightening around his, toes curling, legs tightening, fingernails digging until all she can feel is that all-consuming ecstasy.]
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He lets go, and as each trembling, raw nerve in his body is set alight, something deep, deep inside him, something he thought was lost forever, breaks free, surging forth, flooding him with a second wave of intensifying pleasure, ceasing his breath, bleeding into every molecule in his body. He forces his eyes open, catching fast, fragmented glimpses of her face, needing to see her, to know if this feeling is what he thinks it is, what he hopes it is.]
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She takes in a deep breath as her body arches off the bed, her face drawn up in an expression of complete ecstasy, of want, and need but something tells her to open her eyes. And when she does, she catches his gaze and suddenly... She feels it all over again, pleasure coiling up so tightly in her body and then snapping as her first climax rolls easily into a second.]
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He feels her start to come again, rocks against her to draw it out, his own pleasure extending along with hers. He gasps, soft and almost shrill against her mouth, never wanting to come down from this, taking comfort in the promise of a lifetime with her, like this, forever. He whispers her name, soft and holy against her lips, the way he used to, feeling it come from the depth of his soul.] Caroline...
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And this, what they're sharing in this very moment is far more than any of that. The way he says her name makes her shiver, makes her heart swell up until she's sure it might burst from her chest. Her eyes flutter open to look at him once more, her expression softening. Her hands find his face to hold as a tear slips down her cheek, her voice quiet and hoarse with emotion--] I love you, Stefan.
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