In which Stefan falls for the green-eyed beauty instead of the doppelgänger...
Stefan originally went back to Mystic Falls for Elena Gilbert, Kathrine Pierce's doppelgänger, however, that all changed on the night of the fatal Wickerby Bridge acciden...
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Natalie's 1920's look
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Stefan's 1920's look
Stefan's POV
Natalie's lays on her stomach, flat on the bed as she reads through one of her new books. "Laine." I mutter, watching read the same page for the last ten minutes. She doesn't answer me, clearly lost in her own thoughts making me take the book from her gently. "Baby." I say and she finally looks up at me. "Yeah?" She mumbles as she sits up.
"You lied about being okay." I say as I take a seat beside her. "You could become a therapist, you know that?" Natalie retorts, smiling softly. "Definitely." I agree, chuckling before I leave a small smile on my lips. "I hope you know that everything evil Alaric said is wrong, Laine." I utter and she sighs. "I know." She mutters.
"You are the most bravest and strongest person I've ever known." I tell her, my hand moving to cup her cheek. "You know, you also have the most gorgeous green eyes and the cutest dimples." I say and Natalie's smile grows. "Do I?" She teases. "One hundred percent. I haven't met someone as perfect as you, Laine, so whatever you were thinking about just now, it's wrong." I declare, rubbing my thumb across her cheekbone.
"You are pretty great too, Salvatore." She whispers. "Really?" I tease, our face inches apart. "Oh, one hundred percent." Natalie copies my response making me smile before I lean forward, connecting our lips. I slowly lower her so her back hits the sheets as her hands roam towards my shirt, tugging it desperately to tell me what she wants.
Catching on, I break the kiss and grab the back of my shirt, pulling it off. Natalie bites her lip as she trails her eyes down my bare torso. "See something you like?" I tease, brushing my lips across Natalie's. "Don't let it get to your head, Salvatore." She smiles as I rip her shirt off, and toss it somewhere on the floor.
"Fuck me." I whisper, staring down at the lace covering her sinful body. "You are so fucking perfect." I growl before starting to leave my mark all of her chest, provoking erotic noises to leave her lips. "Stefan." She gasps as I start to move lower. I feel my jeans tighten when she moans my name and I grip her panties, tearing them off.
