She shuddered a bit from his touch, making a little happy sound in her throat at the affections he was laying on her. She cherished these moments, the quiet ones where it was just the two of them without any bothers or worries. She could have sat there with him forever, it was so nice to be held, but she turned and took one last sip of her wine before standing up and taking Stefan's hand in her own with the hand that wasn't holding onto the glass. "Come on," she said, tugging on his hand in the direction of the living room and the soft, plush couch. "Let's go get comfy." Elena let go next and walked away, swaying her hips, the material of her dress brushing against her thighs as she made her way over to the furniture. The girl toed off her heels before she made herself comfortable with an arm draped over the back of the couch and her legs tucked under her.