Stefan took a shuddering breath as he felt her lips close around his thumb, his stomach lurching. She was so tempting and he could feel his resolve slipping. This was Elena. Sure, she was from the future, but what did that matter? She was still Elena. His Elena. He let his tongue run slowly over his lips as he watched her, feeling her tongue on his thumb. She she pulled away, he couldn't move, couldn't do anything but look down into her eyes. His hand was still near her lips and he slowly reached out to touch her cheek, the wed pad of his thumb running over her lips. "Are you trying to torture me?" he asked after a moment, attempting a laugh that sounded more like a growl - the playful, turned-on growl she knew all too well.