The one shot was about Elena getting drunk for the first time and sheās all loopy and happy and Stefanās looking after her and she keeps telling him how much she loves him, it was like a really cute storyline. Except in the other one Elena was high off of pain killers or something
āWhyād you stop me, hmm?āĀ
āBecause,ā said Stefan, draping Elenaās arm over his shoulder.Ā āYou are drunk and you are clumsy, and you are going to hurt yourself.āĀ
Even with the loud music and chatter blaring throughout the Salvatore Boarding House, Stefan could hear Elena gasp in indignation. Her eyes widened with comical affront.Ā
āStefan Salvatore, I am a cheerleader.āĀ
He looked at her, amused.Ā āYes.āĀ
āAnd that means,ā she took her arm off of Stefanās shoulder and tried to draw herself up only to sway on the spot and collide back into his arm.Ā āThat means,ā she slurred again.Ā āThat I have to be good at ā¦Ā atā¦ā
Stefan furrowed his eyebrows in mock seriousness as he watched Elena struggle to find the right word, her eyes closed tight.Ā
āHam-handedness,ā Stefan offered.
āExactly!ā said Elena, her eyes snapping open.Ā
Stefan pressed his lips together in an attempt not to laugh.Ā āOK, drunk girl, time to go up.āĀ
He draped her arm around his shoulder again but Elena refused to let herself be taken up the stairs.
āI am not drunk,ā she said.Ā āMy tolerance is high!ā
āNot high enough to beat a vampire in a drinking game,ā said Stefan.
Elena raised her index finger in warning.Ā āI kept up with Damon.āĀ
āDamon isnāt as good a drinker as he likes to think he is,ā said Stefan.Ā
āHey,ā she said. āI used to go head to head with Caroline all the time. I always won.āĀ
āWhen she was a human,ā said Stefan.Ā āThe rules have changed.ā
āNo,ā said Elena, shaking her head.Ā āI just let her win ācause itāsssssss her birthday.āĀ
āYouāre so stubborn,ā he said, laughing.Ā
āOne of ⦠reasons ⦠the reasons you love me,ā she mumbled.Ā
Stefan nodded.Ā āI canāt argue with that logic,ā he said.Ā āNow, cāmon.Ā We gotta get you to bed.ā
Elena perked up.Ā āDoes that mean youāll carry me?ā she said brightly.Ā
āWell Iāve been trying toāā
āOK OK OK,ā said Elena, being fully cooperative.Ā āLetās go.āĀ
Stefan shook his head, grinning and picked Elena up as he walked up the stairs to his room.Ā
āArenāt I heavy?ā said Elena, kicking up her leg.Ā
āIām too strong for it to make a difference,ā said Stefan, deadpanned.
Elena didnāt say anything for a few seconds and then looked at him.Ā āAre you making fun of me?āĀ
She narrowed her eyes and then bent her head, butting her forehead against his clavicle, making him laugh.Ā
āWhat are you trying to do?ā he said as he reached the first landing.Ā
āHeadbutt your chest!ā
Elena decided to switch tactics and started to kiss his cheek. Stefan made it to the second landing and walked down the hall. She moved to his neck and his eyes fluttered.
They made it to his bedroom and Stefan rested her on the bed. Elena watched as he took off her shoes, her eyes tracing the movement of his arms. The cut of his button-up displayed his neck and a bit of his chest.
āHave I ever told you how hot you are?ā she said softly.
Stefan laughed.Ā āYouāre just saying that because I carried you up two flights of stairs.āĀ
He held her ankle and took off one of her socks.Ā
āWhy are you doing that?ā she mumbled.
āYou always take them off in the middle of sleeping,ā he said.Ā āItāll be easier if I just do it now.āĀ
āOh,ā said Elena.Ā āBut seriously.ā She said, looking at him. She wanted to undo all of his buttons but felt too dizzy to move. āYouāre like one of those statues.āĀ
āStatues?ā said Stefan, walking to his closet.Ā
āYes,ā said Elena nodding, shifting to get herself more comfortable.Ā āThose Roman statues.āĀ
Stefan closed the closet door, holding one of his shirts. āSculptures?ā
Elena snapped her fingers.Ā āYes!ā
Stefan grinned as he made it back to the bed.Ā āSit up? Arms up.ā
Elena raised herself into an upright position and lifted her arms. Stefan swiftly slid off her tank top and dressed Elena in his shirt, gently putting her arms through the sleeves.Ā
āWhat about my jeans?ā she said.
Stefan tried not to laugh at Elenaās drunken attempt at a seductive expression.
āMiss Gilbert, are you trying to seduce me?āĀ
She smiled in triumph. āItās working, right?āĀ
Stefan moved so his face was only a breath away from hers.Ā āAbsolutely.ā He kissed her forehead and helped her inch out of her pants, then picked up her tank top and put her clothes on a nearby chair.Ā
As he opened the decanter of water sitting on the table next to the armchair, Elena bunched the front of Stefanās shirt into her fist and bent her head to inhale the scent of the material.Ā
āI love wearing your shirts,ā she said.Ā
āI know,ā said Stefan, pouring her a glass of water.Ā āYouāve stolen about five.āĀ
Stefan put the water on the nightstand and then lay Elena down.Ā āI love sleeping in them even if Iām home and youāre not there,ā she sighed, wrapping her arms around a pillow.
āSeven shirts? I consider that larceny.āĀ
āI donāt care,ā she said, hugging the pillow tighter. āI love them like I love you.āĀ
He laughed.Ā āYouāre gushing.āĀ
āIām serious!ā she said, sitting back up.Ā
Stefan raised his eyebrows.
āThey ā¦ā She blinked a few times as her thoughts swam around her head.Ā āThey make make me feel safe and comforted, like youāre with me all the time,ā she said, pouting.Ā
āI feel like I can do anything with you, I can even get drunk.āĀ
āAh so you are drunk, then.ā
Elena tilted her head to the side.Ā āStefan,ā she said.Ā āIām being serious.āĀ
Stefan regarded her softly and saw a quiet earnestness sober her slightly as she gazed at him.Ā
āI love you so much,ā she said, lying back down.Ā āIām never going to love anyone the way I love you.āĀ
āIs that a promise?ā said Stefan, sitting on the bed next to her. He started to stroke her hair.Ā
Elena bunched his shirt in her fist again.Ā āNo,ā she said as she started to drift to sleep.Ā āItās just true.āĀ