"You're such a romantic," she teased as he kissed at her breast, making a soft purr rise up in her throat--leave it to Stefan to make her feel like she has a perfect body. She lifted a hand and ran her fingers affectionately through his messy, dark hair, her eyes focusing on the ceiling above them. They could just...paint a sky up there, with some tiny birds and then they could happily never leave bed unless they absolutely had to. ...But there was also something else they could do, something that didn't involve paint.
"Stefan," Elena whispered, running her hand down to his broad shoulders, fingertips sliding over his tattoo that she had studied a hundred times over. "You can do that thing where you...get in my dreams, right?"