Weak x Stefan Salvatore
‘[Y/N],’ Stefan said, when he saw who had been knocking on his door.
‘Hi,’ [Y/N] smiled. Stefan tugged at his bottom lip, sighed, and let her in. [Y/N] grinned and walked underneath his arm that he had placed against the opposite wall.
‘And what brings you here?’ Stefan closed the door and turned around, to see [Y/N] already darting towards the couch. He swirled around the cognac in his glass, while walking towards her. He took another sip, one sip too many, but again he was a vampire. What could possibly go wrong?
‘I was bored,’ [Y/N] sighed and let herself fall onto the couch, facing the ceiling. ‘So I thought I’d came to visit you.’
‘Yes, visit the drunk vampire who is trying to forget his traumatic experience, and may possible drink all your blood. Great idea,[Y/N].’
‘Oh, Stefan, brighten up a bit! You’re still alive!’
‘Great statement, once again,’ Stefan took another sip, pushed aside [Y/N]’s legs and slumped down in the couch.
‘Got any of that for me?’ [Y/N] pointed at Stefan’s glass.
‘No.’ He simply stated and downed the remaining alcohol in one go.
[Y/N] pouted, and as soon as Stefan saw that, he groaned.
‘What did I do now?!’ [Y/N] complained, crossing her arms. Stefan glared at her and quickly, like vampire speed, he was hovering over her. Stefan tapped her still pouting lips.
‘Don’t. Do. That.’
[Y/N] looked up at him with big eyes, not sure what to expect. Stefan usually wasn’t that unpredictable, but the alcohol didn’t really help. Several people had warned her, including Damon, to not go near Stefan for a while, but how could [Y/N] possibly do that?
‘And, why not?’ [Y/N] asked, knowing she was playing with fire.
‘Because I’m weak, that’s why.’
‘You’re a vampire,’ [Y/N] laughed, shaking her head. ‘You’re far from weak.’
‘Not in the meaning of strength, love. But in the meaning of self-control.’ Stefan explained, still hovering over [Y/N].
‘Are you … Are you thirsty or, eh, something?’ [Y/N] nervously asked, starting to regret her actions of the last hour. She should have listened to the warnings.
Stefan laughed and shook his head.
‘No. I’m weak when it comes to you. Get it now? We shouldn’t have kissed last week. It’s all I can think about. Your lips on mine, and how … - never mind.’ Stefan sat back on the couch and looked at [Y/N]. ‘It’s bad for me. For you. I shouldn’t have happened. But I loved it way too much to regret it.’
[Y/N] felt like suddenly the room was way too small, and too hot. But she also wanted to kiss Stefan again, but that didn’t feel like a good idea.
Because Stefan wasn’t the only one that felt weak. When [Y/N] was around Stefan, all boundaries seemed to fall away. But she loved it too, every time she fell for it.
Sure, he was a vampire, and she a human, but did that really matter at this moment? The answer was no, it didn’t. They had undeniable chemistry, how hard Stefan tried to ignore it because of various reasons. One of them being that Elijah had some sort of thing for [Y/N]. But all Stefan could think was ‘fuck Elijah’.
And that’s exactly what Stefan did. (Well, not literally.)
He turned towards [Y/N], softly tugged her closer, and smiled at her.
‘I can’t help it,’ he whispered and placed his hand on her cheek.
‘That’s okay,’ [Y/N] reassured him, a bit nervous. She placed one hand on his arm, and smiled.
‘I should stay strong,’ Stefan mumbled, but [Y/N] was not sure if he was just talking to himself or if he was actually expecting an answer. ‘Oh, whatever.’
And then Stefan firmly placed his lips on hers, reliving the moment from last week, but now everything seemed even better.
It felt brighter, more intense, and just … amazing. Hands were everywhere, sparks seemed to fly around them, sweet whispers and soft moans.
Then, [Y/N] softly pushed Stefan away, catching her breath.
‘I do have to breath,’ she laughed, still holding on to Stefan’s arm, as if he would disappear as soon as she would let go.
‘Sorry,’ Stefan grinned. ‘Maybe we should go, eh, upstairs?’
[Y/N] immediately stood up, smiled, and walked towards the stairs. Stefan just stood there for a bit, watching her, and then following her upstairs.
He really gave in too easily, but he didn’t care.