At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral.

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[He barely hears her whispered pleas and the ‘I love yous’ as they escape from her lips. Hes a bit agitated that she stopped fighting against him, like a part of her knew that he wouldnt kill her. Removing his fangs from her neck, he pushes her back against the wall and punches the brick, growling] Stop it! Stop! [He screams, throwing her arms off of him] Stop stop stop! [He hissed at her, eyes black and teeth out] Why aren’t you afraid of me? Why doesn’t the mere sight of me repulse you! I just tried to kill you. [He stops and looks away from her, suddenly disgusted in himself] I just tried to kill you. [He repeats, very quietly to himself as he backs away from her]

[She feels herself being ripped off him and violently pushed against the wall. A choked out cry escaped her lips as the pain shot from her back from the impact. She weakly placed her hand on her neck and winced at his tone. He was angry, but letting him yell and destroy things was better than nothing.] Why should I be afraid now? Why should I be repulsed now? I love you, Stefan and loving you means I accept everything that you are. [She smiled weakly, her legs trembling from her wavering strength.] You weren’t going to kill me. I knew you wouldn’t.

[He runs his fingers through his hair angrily. Licking his lips free of the blood, he glances over at her] None of that changes who I am. I’m a monster, Elena. And I wanted to kill you. It’s who I am. You can’t change that. [He stares at her blankly] You should be afraid of me… You should be running away and screaming but you think that I’m good. I’m not good, it’s all act. I was turned to be a monster and this is who I am. You can’t stop me. [He growls and pins her against the wall again] You won’t.

[She kept a firm grip on her bloody neck. Her heart beat, despite his yelling and anger, slowed down to a steady beat again. She smiled weakly and gave a choked laugh.] Well I made a vow when I slipped that ring on your finger that one day. I’m sticking with you for better and for worse, til death do us part, Stefan. [She conjured up enough energy to stand up straighter again.] I agree, I can’t stop you. But I know you, and you wouldn’t hurt me. So prove me wrong, Stefan. Kill me right now so I know what a real monster you are. Go ahead.

I.. [He stares for a long while and contemplates it. But there's something in the pit of his chest that stops him and he cowers away from her] I couldn't... [he turns his head and closes his eyes before he bites into his wrist and holds it out to her] You're going to die of blood loss if you don't drink. [He holds it closer to her, his eyes softening at her] Please.

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[He barely hears her whispered pleas and the ‘I love yous’ as they escape from her lips. Hes a bit agitated that she stopped fighting against him, like a part of her knew that he wouldnt kill her. Removing his fangs from her neck, he pushes her back against the wall and punches the brick, growling] Stop it! Stop! [He screams, throwing her arms off of him] Stop stop stop! [He hissed at her, eyes black and teeth out] Why aren’t you afraid of me? Why doesn’t the mere sight of me repulse you! I just tried to kill you. [He stops and looks away from her, suddenly disgusted in himself] I just tried to kill you. [He repeats, very quietly to himself as he backs away from her]

[She feels herself being ripped off him and violently pushed against the wall. A choked out cry escaped her lips as the pain shot from her back from the impact. She weakly placed her hand on her neck and winced at his tone. He was angry, but letting him yell and destroy things was better than nothing.] Why should I be afraid now? Why should I be repulsed now? I love you, Stefan and loving you means I accept everything that you are. [She smiled weakly, her legs trembling from her wavering strength.] You weren’t going to kill me. I knew you wouldn’t.

[He runs his fingers through his hair angrily. Licking his lips free of the blood, he glances over at her] None of that changes who I am. I'm a monster, Elena. And I wanted to kill you. It's who I am. You can't change that. [He stares at her blankly] You should be afraid of me... You should be running away and screaming but you think that I'm good. I'm not good, it's all act. I was turned to be a monster and this is who I am. You can't stop me. [He growls and pins her against the wall again] You won't.

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[He growls again, letting go of her wrists and flinging them away from him. He turns around and paces, fingering through his hair roughly. His entire being felt like it was on fire - he knew he was hungry, but he couldn’t.] I killed people in the past like they were nothing but dead weight. It meant nothing to me. [He turns around and faces her, licking over his teeth] And I’ll do it again. You can’t tell me who I am and who I’m not. [He growls again and speeds over, grabbing her by the shoulders] Are you afraid, Elena? [He pouts his lower lip out in mockery, feeling the quick beat of her heart hidden deep beneath flesh and bone] Am I scaring you?

No. [She shook her head quickly. This was too much, what brought him back to this? When he grabbed her suddenly, her breath hitched. Her eyes quickly scanned his face to find any sign of her Stefan in there. The one that was fighting the hunger.] You’re not this, Stefan. I know you’re not. This isn’t you. [Despite her quickly beating heart, she tried to keep her composure. Her hands managed to find its way to cup his face.] I’m not scared. I know you and I know you won’t hurt me because you love me.

[He breaks down into dry laughter as she speaks, taking her hands and removing them from her face] Oh Elena, sweet, innocent, Elena. You think that everything is going to be okay because I love you? You think that I actually think clearly when I’ve drank human blood? Now that’s funny. [He let’s go of her hands and drops them, watching them fall to her side] So naive… Such a waste of a young heart.

[Her hands dropping to her sides feel heavy as he spoke. He sounded so strange and the Stefan she knew seemed distant. With a lump caught in her throat, she licked her lips before speaking again.] Do you love me, Stefan? Or did I marry and start a life with someone who doesn’t fight against those cravings anymore?

[He growls at her, feeling his heart pang at the look on her face, but his anger doesn’t subside and he stares, long and hard.] You married me knowing who I was, Elena. You can’t say that you didn’t expect me to crack eventually. I haven’t fought the urges in a very long time.. [he tilts his head to the side and smirks at her, cupping her neck and pushing her hair out of the way, his fangs extending] I’m hungry again.. [he comments, tilting her head and sinking his teeth into the skin]

I married a man who fought the urges because he knew what was right and wrong! [She was on the brink of tears now, all she wanted so desperately was the old Stefan back. When she saw his fangs extend and his eyes turn the darkest of black, she tried twisting away but couldn’t. This time around, the sensation of his teeth sinking into her neck was not pleasurable, just pain. She gasped, her hands pounded his chest, trying to get him off.] Stefan, I know you’re in there. Please stop. [When fighting seemed to become useless, she dropped her head, resting it on his shoulder.] I love you. [She brought her arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to her. She would rather let him drink her dry and have him close than be distant from each other.] I love you so much. [She whispered weakly in his ear, feeling herself get lightheaded.]

[He barely hears her whispered pleas and the 'I love yous' as they escape from her lips. Hes a bit agitated that she stopped fighting against him, like a part of her knew that he wouldnt kill her. Removing his fangs from her neck, he pushes her back against the wall and punches the brick, growling] Stop it! Stop! [He screams, throwing her arms off of him] Stop stop stop! [He hissed at her, eyes black and teeth out] Why aren't you afraid of me? Why doesn't the mere sight of me repulse you! I just tried to kill you. [He stops and looks away from her, suddenly disgusted in himself] I just tried to kill you. [He repeats, very quietly to himself as he backs away from her]

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[He growls again, letting go of her wrists and flinging them away from him. He turns around and paces, fingering through his hair roughly. His entire being felt like it was on fire - he knew he was hungry, but he couldn’t.] I killed people in the past like they were nothing but dead weight. It meant nothing to me. [He turns around and faces her, licking over his teeth] And I’ll do it again. You can’t tell me who I am and who I’m not. [He growls again and speeds over, grabbing her by the shoulders] Are you afraid, Elena? [He pouts his lower lip out in mockery, feeling the quick beat of her heart hidden deep beneath flesh and bone] Am I scaring you?

No. [She shook her head quickly. This was too much, what brought him back to this? When he grabbed her suddenly, her breath hitched. Her eyes quickly scanned his face to find any sign of her Stefan in there. The one that was fighting the hunger.] You’re not this, Stefan. I know you’re not. This isn’t you. [Despite her quickly beating heart, she tried to keep her composure. Her hands managed to find its way to cup his face.] I’m not scared. I know you and I know you won’t hurt me because you love me.

[He breaks down into dry laughter as she speaks, taking her hands and removing them from her face] Oh Elena, sweet, innocent, Elena. You think that everything is going to be okay because I love you? You think that I actually think clearly when I’ve drank human blood? Now that’s funny. [He let’s go of her hands and drops them, watching them fall to her side] So naive… Such a waste of a young heart.

[Her hands dropping to her sides feel heavy as he spoke. He sounded so strange and the Stefan she knew seemed distant. With a lump caught in her throat, she licked her lips before speaking again.] Do you love me, Stefan? Or did I marry and start a life with someone who doesn’t fight against those cravings anymore?

[He growls at her, feeling his heart pang at the look on her face, but his anger doesn't subside and he stares, long and hard.] You married me knowing who I was, Elena. You can't say that you didn't expect me to crack eventually. I havent fought the urges in a very long time.. [he tilts his head to the side and smirks at her, cupping her neck and pushing her hair out of the way, his fangs extending] I'm hungry again.. [he comments, tilting her head and sinking his teeth into the skin]

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[He growls again, letting go of her wrists and flinging them away from him. He turns around and paces, fingering through his hair roughly. His entire being felt like it was on fire - he knew he was hungry, but he couldn’t.] I killed people in the past like they were nothing but dead weight. It meant nothing to me. [He turns around and faces her, licking over his teeth] And I’ll do it again. You can’t tell me who I am and who I’m not. [He growls again and speeds over, grabbing her by the shoulders] Are you afraid, Elena? [He pouts his lower lip out in mockery, feeling the quick beat of her heart hidden deep beneath flesh and bone] Am I scaring you?

No. [She shook her head quickly. This was too much, what brought him back to this? When he grabbed her suddenly, her breath hitched. Her eyes quickly scanned his face to find any sign of her Stefan in there. The one that was fighting the hunger.] You’re not this, Stefan. I know you’re not. This isn’t you. [Despite her quickly beating heart, she tried to keep her composure. Her hands managed to find its way to cup his face.] I’m not scared. I know you and I know you won’t hurt me because you love me.

[He breaks down into dry laughter as she speaks, taking her hands and removing them from her face] Oh Elena, sweet, innocent, Elena. You think that everything is going to be okay because I love you? You think that I actually think clearly when I've drank human blood? Now that's funny. [He let's go of her hands and drops them, watching them fall to her side] So naive... Such a waste of a young heart.

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[Her brow furrowed the more he tried to brush her off. Her confusion only made her more persistent and concerned with every passing moment. He seemed fine this morning. Her eyes quickly gave his back a glance, checking if there were any wounds but there were none.] The more you push me away, the more I’m staying here. [She took a step closer to him, and her hand cupped his cheek from behind.] Hey, look at me. Tell me what’s wrong.

[He raises his hand and wipes off the blood - or at least attempts - from his lips. He can still taste her blood and he knows it’s in the back of his throat and it makes him hungry again, but he can’t. He won’t. He can’t. He won’t. (Or, so he tries to convince himself)] Nothing’s wrong, I swear. I just got a little angry. [He tries to wipe his mouth off again, feeling as if the blood was sunk into his skin] I’m fine, I swear. Just go back inside.

You’re a horrible liar. [She tried to joke although it sounded weak.] You got a little angry? At what a squirrel? At George? [Her eyes glance back at the wall with the very large hole in the middle.] And a little angry does not look like that. [Chewing on her lip, she dropped her hands but walked around him so that she was in front of him.] Stefan…

[Frustrated, he rips at his collar, trying to hide the fact that there’s blood and it’s evident. But it feels like it’s everywhere and he can’t help but feel self conscious in front of her. He wasn’t exactly a clean eater but no woodland creature would have shed this much blood in his hands and by the look on her face, he knew she knew it too. He rips at the fabric, ducking his head away from her] I said I was fine. [He said, a little more angrier than he had intended]

[She sees the large stain of red on the piece of fabric he ripped off and her eyes slowly caught a glimpse of his face with the veins trailing down his eyes. Lowering her gaze, she noticed his bloody hands and quickly took hold of them, flipping them to face palm up. She was speechless for a moment, her mind racing and making up excuses for him. Maybe this was from an animal, maybe whoever this was is still alive and safe.] You’re not fine. Tell me what happened! [She didn’t mean to yell at him but at this point, she was desperate when it felt like he was pushing her away.]

You wanna know what happened? [He hissed at her, flipping their hands around so that his fingers wrapped around her wrist.] Do you really, Elena? Do you want to know that I killed somebody? Do you want to know that I dumped their body in the creek just waiting for someone to find them? [He was becoming antsy and frankly, a little crazy at this point but he couldn’t help it. The blood that ran through her veins was calling to him, and it took more than all of him to keep himself from ripping her neck open too]

[His grip on her wrists were too tight for comfort and his tone sort of shook her. She gave a weak laugh, shaking her head.] I don’t believe you. You don’t kill people, Stefan. [She tried pulling her wrists out of his grip, but found it next to impossible.] Stefan, let go. You’re hurting me. [Her voice cracked at the end, for once showing her fear. This wasn’t like him at all and it scared her.]

[He growls again, letting go of her wrists and flinging them away from him. He turns around and paces, fingering through his hair roughly. His entire being felt like it was on fire - he knew he was hungry, but he couldn't.] I killed people in the past like they were nothing but dead weight. It meant nothing to me. [He turns around and faces her, licking over his teeth] And I'll do it again. You can't tell me who I am and who I'm not. [He growls again and speeds over, grabbing her by the shoulders] Are you afraid, Elena? [He pouts his lower lip out in mockery, feeling the quick beat of her heart hidden deep beneath flesh and bone] Am I scaring you?

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[Her brow furrowed the more he tried to brush her off. Her confusion only made her more persistent and concerned with every passing moment. He seemed fine this morning. Her eyes quickly gave his back a glance, checking if there were any wounds but there were none.] The more you push me away, the more I’m staying here. [She took a step closer to him, and her hand cupped his cheek from behind.] Hey, look at me. Tell me what’s wrong.

[He raises his hand and wipes off the blood - or at least attempts - from his lips. He can still taste her blood and he knows it’s in the back of his throat and it makes him hungry again, but he can’t. He won’t. He can’t. He won’t. (Or, so he tries to convince himself)] Nothing’s wrong, I swear. I just got a little angry. [He tries to wipe his mouth off again, feeling as if the blood was sunk into his skin] I’m fine, I swear. Just go back inside.

You’re a horrible liar. [She tried to joke although it sounded weak.] You got a little angry? At what a squirrel? At George? [Her eyes glance back at the wall with the very large hole in the middle.] And a little angry does not look like that. [Chewing on her lip, she dropped her hands but walked around him so that she was in front of him.] Stefan…

[Frustrated, he rips at his collar, trying to hide the fact that there’s blood and it’s evident. But it feels like it’s everywhere and he can’t help but feel self conscious in front of her. He wasn’t exactly a clean eater but no woodland creature would have shed this much blood in his hands and by the look on her face, he knew she knew it too. He rips at the fabric, ducking his head away from her] I said I was fine. [He said, a little more angrier than he had intended]

[She sees the large stain of red on the piece of fabric he ripped off and her eyes slowly caught a glimpse of his face with the veins trailing down his eyes. Lowering her gaze, she noticed his bloody hands and quickly took hold of them, flipping them to face palm up. She was speechless for a moment, her mind racing and making up excuses for him. Maybe this was from an animal, maybe whoever this was is still alive and safe.] You’re not fine. Tell me what happened! [She didn’t mean to yell at him but at this point, she was desperate when it felt like he was pushing her away.]

You wanna know what happened? [He hissed at her, flipping their hands around so that his fingers wrapped around her wrist.] Do you really, Elena? Do you want to know that I killed somebody? Do you want to know that I dumped their body in the creek just waiting for someone to find them? [He was becoming antsy and frankly, a little crazy at this point but he couldn't help it. The blood that ran through her veins was calling to him, and it took more than all of him to keep himself from ripping her neck open too]

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[Her brow furrowed the more he tried to brush her off. Her confusion only made her more persistent and concerned with every passing moment. He seemed fine this morning. Her eyes quickly gave his back a glance, checking if there were any wounds but there were none.] The more you push me away, the more I’m staying here. [She took a step closer to him, and her hand cupped his cheek from behind.] Hey, look at me. Tell me what’s wrong.

[He raises his hand and wipes off the blood - or at least attempts - from his lips. He can still taste her blood and he knows it’s in the back of his throat and it makes him hungry again, but he can’t. He won’t. He can’t. He won’t. (Or, so he tries to convince himself)] Nothing’s wrong, I swear. I just got a little angry. [He tries to wipe his mouth off again, feeling as if the blood was sunk into his skin] I’m fine, I swear. Just go back inside.

You’re a horrible liar. [She tried to joke although it sounded weak.] You got a little angry? At what a squirrel? At George? [Her eyes glance back at the wall with the very large hole in the middle.] And a little angry does not look like that. [Chewing on her lip, she dropped her hands but walked around him so that she was in front of him.] Stefan…

[Frustrated, he rips at his collar, trying to hide the fact that there's blood and it's evident. But it feels like it's everywhere and he can't help but feel self conscious in front of her. He wasn't exactly a clean eater but no woodland creature would have shed this much blood in his hands and by the look on her face, he knew she knew it too. He rips at the fabric, ducking his head away from her] I said I was fine. [He said, a little more angrier than he had intended]

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[Her brow furrowed the more he tried to brush her off. Her confusion only made her more persistent and concerned with every passing moment. He seemed fine this morning. Her eyes quickly gave his back a glance, checking if there were any wounds but there were none.] The more you push me away, the more I’m staying here. [She took a step closer to him, and her hand cupped his cheek from behind.] Hey, look at me. Tell me what’s wrong.

[He raises his hand and wipes off the blood - or at least attempts - from his lips. He can still taste her blood and he knows it's in the back of his throat and it makes him hungry again, but he can't. He won't. He can't. He won't. (Or, so he tries to convince himself)] Nothing's wrong, I swear. I just got a little angry. [He tries to wipe his mouth off again, feeling as if the blood was sunk into his skin] I'm fine, I swear. Just go back inside.

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[He dumps the body over a creek, watching it float down the water. He’s a mess and he knows it; shirt tore open from her nails, the remains of blood all over his cheeks and neck. He can’t believe he just did what he had, but in the same breath, he half expected to break sooner or…

[He freezes as he hears her voice and doesn’t turn around at first. His shoulders fall up and down at a rapid pace and he can tell that hes breathing heavy. He’s hungry and he can smell her blood but he’s trying to control himself. But its not working and he’s panicking. He can’t hurt her… He would never forgive himself if he did. Stefan inhales a deep breath] I’ll be fine Elena.. Just leave me alone.

Stefan…you can’t expect me to believe that. [She slowly takes a few steps towards him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. She could feel how tense his body was and it worried her.] Stefan, what’s wrong?

[He clenches his fists in order to keep himself from wiping around and attacking her - breathe Stefan, breathe. He couldn't show himself to her, in fact he hadn't felt ashamed as he did in that moment. Even when they had first made love and he'd reacted to the smell of her blood pumping quickly through her veins, he had not felt like this.] I'm fine Elena.. I swear. [He closes his eyes and inhales deeply in and out] Just go back inside, I'll be in shortly.

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[He dumps the body over a creek, watching it float down the water. He’s a mess and he knows it; shirt tore open from her nails, the remains of blood all over his cheeks and neck. He can’t believe he just did what he had, but in the same breath, he half expected to break sooner or...

[He freezes as he hears her voice and doesn't turn around at first. His shoulders fall up and down at a rapid pace and he can tell that hes breathing heavy. He's hungry and he can smell her blood but he's trying to control himself. But its not working and he's panicking. He can't hurt her... He would never forgive himself if he did. Stefan inhales a deep breath] I'll be fine Elena.. Just leave me alone.

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[He dumps the body over a creek, watching it float down the water. He's a mess and he knows it; shirt tore open from her nails, the remains of blood all over his cheeks and neck. He can't believe he just did what he had, but in the same breath, he half expected to break sooner or later. He seethes, breathing much heavier than he had before. He was angry with himself that he had let himself go to such a length. Turning back, he speeds through the forest and breaks down a tree. He stops for a moment before he speeds back to the house, crashing into the brick on the way in.] For fucks sake! [He growls, punching the brick angrily]

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[He could smell the blood underneath her skin but ignored it. He’d become accustomed to the pulsating sound but the thought of her being so willing the last time drove him slowly insane. Inhaling a deep breath, he kisses up her neck to her mouth, cupping her cheeks between his hands]

[She kissed him back hungrily. Her hands ran down his chest to the edge of his pants. Unbuttoning his pants, she moved her kisses from his mouth to along his jaw.]

[He slides his hands down her neck and her shoulders to her sides, slipping them underneath the fabric as his mouth attacks every inch of skin it can reach. Nibbling against the skin of her neck and her shoulder - casually leaving a light bite mark in the skin - and any other revealed part of her chest that his mouth can reach as she unbuttons his jeans. He lifts her arms up over her head only momentarily to discard the sweater somewhere in the vicinity of the empty room, lowering his mouth to the top of her chest]

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There is an imaginary rule book as well? How am I ever supposed to learn these things when they are all imaginary? I don’t suppose there is a hidden written copy somewhere is there? [He sticks out his tongue for a moment as he listens to her speak, watching her fingers curiously as they grip the hem of his shirt. Listening to her briefly, he smirks, pulling only the left side of his mouth up before dropping the lip movement all together] Well then. [He tugs his shirt over his head and discards it to the side without chiding her about how the real reason as to why she always ended up in less clothing than him was because her ministrations tended to be slower and more humanly than his own. Licking his lips, he pulls her close and presses his lips against her ear] Is that better?

I’m sure the written hard copy is laying somewhere with my imaginary friend. [She continued to joke. When he tugged his shirt off without arguing, she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.] Much better.

[He chuckles but ignores the comment about the hard copy of the less than real rule book. Wrapping his arms around her a little more tighter than before, he breathes in her scent and kisses her neck]

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[She could already imagine his teeth sinking into her flesh everytime he kissed along it. In a much twisted sense, she enjoyed it and craved it probably as much as he did. Rubbing his arms, she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.]

[He could smell the blood underneath her skin but ignored it. He'd become accustomed to the pulsating sound but the thought of her being so willing the last time drove him slowly insane. Inhaling a deep breath, he kisses up her neck to her mouth, cupping her cheeks between his hands]

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There is an imaginary rule book as well? How am I ever supposed to learn these things when they are all imaginary? I don’t suppose there is a hidden written copy somewhere is there? [He sticks out his tongue for a moment as he listens to her speak, watching her fingers curiously as they grip the hem of his shirt. Listening to her briefly, he smirks, pulling only the left side of his mouth up before dropping the lip movement all together] Well then. [He tugs his shirt over his head and discards it to the side without chiding her about how the real reason as to why she always ended up in less clothing than him was because her ministrations tended to be slower and more humanly than his own. Licking his lips, he pulls her close and presses his lips against her ear] Is that better?

I’m sure the written hard copy is laying somewhere with my imaginary friend. [She continued to joke. When he tugged his shirt off without arguing, she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.] Much better.

[He chuckles but ignores the comment about the hard copy of the less than real rule book. Wrapping his arms around her a little more tighter than before, he breathes in her scent and kisses her neck]

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[She rubs her head after he knocked on it, pretending it actually hurt when really it was more of a tap.] Eventually. I feel like we’ll be living in the Queen’s palace and there will be parties every night with the size of this place. [She giggled and takes a few steps closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck lazily and smiled.] Seriously though, this is amazing.

No parties every night… I think we need our time alone eventually… even if it’s only temporary. [He whines lowly, draping his arms around her waist as he pulls her to him, kissing her neck] Neither of us are really sociable any more… who are we going to invite anyway? [He jokes and runs his hands underneath her shirt, rubbing the flesh underneath]

And I wonder who’s fault is that making us anti-social people. [She laughs quietly as she tilts her head to the side, making it easier for him to kiss her. The sensation of his lips on her necks made her shiver, recalling the moment he bit her just last night.] Are we breaking in the house today? [She joked breathlessly, enjoying the feel of his hands.]

[He laughs against her skin as he playfully begins to nibble at her skin, sliding his hands further underneath the fabric.] I don’t know. Are we? [He dares to ask her as he flips them around and presses her against the wall, pressing one hand on the wall above her head while the other remained against her skin, pulling the back of the shirt up further with his hand as it moved. He drags his teeth against her neck and licks the length to her jawline, then beginning to press slow kisses along it]

I’ll just go and check in our schedule book and see if breaking in house time was written down for today. [She laughs but it’s cut short with a hitch in her breath from the feel of his teeth grazing her neck and the feel of his hands. She felt her shirt riding up, the higher up his hand traveled. Grabbing the front of her shirt, she pulled it down so it wouldn’t go any higher.] Ah, ah, ah, not this time.

[He pouts as she pulls down her shirt, pushing down the back end of her top. He lifts his head from the crook of her neck to look at her] So first we have an imaginary schedule that I’ve never heard of and now you are being a tease. [He chuckles and shakes his head at her, kissing her once before pulling away] I knew there was a reason I was so damn attracted to you. Always keeping me on my toes. What’s next then, Mrs. Salvatore?

[She laughed, sticking out her tongue playfully.] Didn’t you know? The imaginary schedule came along with the imaginary rule book. [Playing with the ends of his shirts, she bites her lip.] Well….I was hoping you’d be the one shirtless first. You know since in the end I always end up naked while you’re still fully clothed.

There is an imaginary rule book as well? How am I ever supposed to learn these things when they are all imaginary? I dont suppose there is a hidden written copy somewhere is there? [He sticks out his tongue for a moment as he listens to her speak, watching her fingers curiously as they grip the hem of his shirt. Listening to her briefly, he smirks, pulling only the left side of his mouth up before dropping the lip movement all together] Well then. [He tugs his shirt over his head and discards it to the side without chiding her about how the real reason as to why she always ended up in less clothing than him was because her ministrations tended to be slower and more humanly than his own. Licking his lips, he pulls her close and presses his lips against her ear] Is that better?

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[She rubs her head after he knocked on it, pretending it actually hurt when really it was more of a tap.] Eventually. I feel like we’ll be living in the Queen’s palace and there will be parties every night with the size of this place. [She giggled and takes a few steps closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck lazily and smiled.] Seriously though, this is amazing.

No parties every night… I think we need our time alone eventually… even if it’s only temporary. [He whines lowly, draping his arms around her waist as he pulls her to him, kissing her neck] Neither of us are really sociable any more… who are we going to invite anyway? [He jokes and runs his hands underneath her shirt, rubbing the flesh underneath]

And I wonder who’s fault is that making us anti-social people. [She laughs quietly as she tilts her head to the side, making it easier for him to kiss her. The sensation of his lips on her necks made her shiver, recalling the moment he bit her just last night.] Are we breaking in the house today? [She joked breathlessly, enjoying the feel of his hands.]

[He laughs against her skin as he playfully begins to nibble at her skin, sliding his hands further underneath the fabric.] I don’t know. Are we? [He dares to ask her as he flips them around and presses her against the wall, pressing one hand on the wall above her head while the other remained against her skin, pulling the back of the shirt up further with his hand as it moved. He drags his teeth against her neck and licks the length to her jawline, then beginning to press slow kisses along it]

I’ll just go and check in our schedule book and see if breaking in house time was written down for today. [She laughs but it’s cut short with a hitch in her breath from the feel of his teeth grazing her neck and the feel of his hands. She felt her shirt riding up, the higher up his hand traveled. Grabbing the front of her shirt, she pulled it down so it wouldn’t go any higher.] Ah, ah, ah, not this time.

[He pouts as she pulls down her shirt, pushing down the back end of her top. He lifts his head from the crook of her neck to look at her] So first we have an imaginary schedule that I've never heard of and now you are being a tease. [He chuckles and shakes his head at her, kissing her once before pulling away] I knew there was a reason I was so damn attracted to you. Always keeping me on my toes. What's next then, Mrs. Salvatore?

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