Begin Again

Living life as a human isn't exactly how it was cut out to be. He supposes that nearly one hundred and fifty years lived as a vampire has left him incapable of surviving as a human.

It's been two years since the cure had been found, since he'd been the first willing participant to try it, and Elena soon after. It's been four months since she accepted his proposal. Three since they eloped in Paris.

Living as a human, it's everything Stefan had wanted and now he got to spend it with Elena and vice versa.

When Elena wakes, it's just past six. She rolled over in her spot to see Stefan with his arm covering his eyes, the way he sleeps most of the night. She smiled to herself and settled cosily beside him. Her mind drifts to a time long before when he caught her staring when she hears, "this staring thing is a problem of yours, isn't it?"

Elena wrinkled his nose and stuck her tongue out. "If you didn't like it, you wouldn't have married me." She said matter-of-factly, and he takes his arm away from his eyes to look at her, knowing she was right.

Stefan Salvatore might as well have 'Elena's bitch' on his ass cheek.

"Well I don't know about that..." he said, laughing before he could even finish his train of thought. Elena laughed with him, sitting up. Stefan thought about pulling her back down but he was getting a nice view of her cleavage so he left it. "How was your sleep?"

Elena, by now, has picked up to where his eyes were staring and pulls up her shirt just a little and sticks her tongue out at him again. It's a cute thing she begun lately, sighting that his immature human behaviour was the start of the madness. "It was good, you didn't snore last night." She teased, tracing her finger over his chest. He's chuckling now too, knowing that even if he was kidding, his snoring did get on every one of her nerves. He never noticed he did it before, but then again, he supposed it wasn't a factor when he was a vampire. "But it was damn hot in here. You had the covers pulled up to your neck and I was sitting on top of them."

It's the first time that he's noticed his wife is wearing nothing but her panties and pink tank top since he woke and he inwardly curses himself for not noticing such an important attribute about her. He loves Elena naked, but he would easily settle for half naked Elena. "It's September." He said softly with a raise of his eyebrow. "How in God's name was it too hot for you?"

Elena giggled and shrugged her shoulder, the thin strap of her spaghetti strap tank-top falling over her shoulder and down her arm as she did so. "Guess you're just radiating hotness." She blushed the moment she said it and dipped her head, but it's only for a moment before her backs on the bed and he's over top of her, eyebrows raised to the ceiling.

"Is that so?" He asked as he lowered his lips to her jaw line and began to trace an outline with his kisses. Elena tried to bite back a moan, but then all she can think of is that Little Stefan is poking into her inner thigh and she knows exactly where this is going. She doesn't try to deny it either.

She's rid of her shirt in moments and his mouth descends on her perky breasts and erect nipples, swirling his tongue around the left nipple before attending to its twin. Elena's back arched in his direction and almost forcefully, her eyes closed and a loud moan emitted from her mouth. She's glad that their next door neighbour is half a mile away and needs a hearing aid to be able to hear the door knock. There's more room for freedom in their sex life, and she's grateful for it. After all those times sneaking around Jeremy and Damon, she thought they-

"Holy shit" she breathes out as his lips descend from her breasts to the spot between her thighs, cutting off her train of thought all together. He pressed another kiss over her panties and she gasps for air. Elena doesn't mind, though, because the way he works his tongue around is the perfect wakeup call for the morning and she's glad she has him in her life. He's her perfect man. He removes her panties and tosses them over his shoulder; probably in the same place her last pair was lost.

Stefan chuckled against her and the vibrations sent right through his lips to her clitoris, which was his next victim of his ministrations. Elena's hips buckle and he presses them back down, pressing a kiss against the area above her vagina, whispering for her to be patient but she whines back something about her ripping her favourite appendage off if he doesn't hurry his ass up.

Stefan takes the hint for what it's worth and rolls her on top, surprised that he'd given control to her for at least only a moment. Elena quickly recovers and begins to try and remove his clothing, successfully removing his shirt before he pushes her back on the bed and removes the rest of their clothing himself, sighting that she was "taking too damn long."

He settled down between her thighs, Little Stefan saluting the view in front of him. Elena giggled at her own name for his appendage, a name that Stefan didn't particularly get along with but let her call it whatever she wanted to, as long as she would never stop making him feel the way she did. He reached and lifted her legs around his waist, but Elena takes this as an opportunity and pushes them back so she's sitting on his lap and there's less breathing room than either of them can handle. But she sits up and slides down on him, taking every single inch of him into her tight depths.

Stefan can't find words the way he used to; he used to be able to describe his sex life with Elena because he would vividly remember it. Now, he was lucky if he could remember if she wore socks. As a vampire, he took the time to remember every single inch of her body. As a human, his teenage hormones took control. Which Elena didn't mind one bit.

Their bodies began to move in synchronization, his hips arching into hers as she moved back down and then moving away as she lifted herself up and down. It was slow and messy and the perfect way to begin their day. He brushed her hair away from her face and lowered his lips on hers, capturing her breathy gasp in his mouth as he lowered them back down on the bed, her legs clinging still around his waist.

They make love that morning and fall asleep just as the clock hits eight.

When he wakes up a few hours later, he's alone in bed and all he can hear is silence. There's no fear that Elena has left him, but silence was never a good thing either. He got up and walked to his closet, dressing quickly before he leaves the room. "Elena?" He calls, but there's no answer.

Stefan moved down the stairs after checking the other rooms, and then the living room, dining room and kitchen – even the bathrooms – with no sign of his wife. Her car is still in the driveway and all he can think is maybe Caroline called her for a girls' day out, but there's no note and he's beginning to get worried. Just as he pulled out his phone, a flash of purple catches his eyes and he notices his wife out on the dock just outside of their home, wrapped up in a blanket and reading a book. He exhaled a breath of relief before walking to the French doors and then out of the house.

Elena doesn't react when he moved closer to her, but instead changed the page to her book and he can hear her soft giggle and knew immediately she was doing it on purpose. But instead of getting agitated, he played along, walking over to her chair and sitting down purposely on her, pretending to look at the view. It's not until Elena bursts into laughter and pokes his chest does he look over at her. "Stefan, what are you doing? You're so silly."

"I do believe you were ignoring me, so I was ignoring you as well." He winked in her direction but she wrinkled her nose and attempted to kick her feet and thus, get his weight off of her, but he was slightly heavier than she was and there was no such luck in doing so. Stefan, seeing her struggles, got up and moved behind her stealthily.

Elena smiled and leaned back into his chest before she closed her book and looked back up at him. "I wasn't ignoring you." She lied, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her temple, whispering, "liar" against the skin.

This is what happiness feels like, she thought as she and Stefan sat there in the morning. Even though she knew Stefan would have to leave and see how the Salvatore publishing company was going very soon, she allowed herself to enjoy the moment rather than think of the future, for just once. Because the future was a very scary place, full of uncertainty.

That reminded her that she still had to write the ending of her first novel, Canvas Of My Heart but instead of worrying about the details of their day, she leaned back into his arms and pretended that the rest of their life could and would be spent in the loveliness of this moment.

xoxo

So I'm back with this idea, stemmed indefinitely from the newest episode of TVD and the rumors of "the cure." This is post-TVD about four years, so they've graduated both HS and College for Elena. I hope you like what I have so far and I hope I've caught your interest, but let's just say that this fic is going in a completely different direction than you think it is. Trust me.

Xo, Leighton