Stefan let her snuggled against him, resting his lips against the top of her head. He didn't really know what he was doing, but he could figure it out as he went along. He had a vague idea of what he was going to make her dream, but he'd have to see how it went.
Gently, careful not to wake her, he trailed a hand through her soft, auburn hair, his eyes fluttering shut to aid his concentration. He could feel her subconscious as he tried to tune into her, almost like picking up waves of frequency from a radio. It felt like it would to compel someone, only calmer and less stark.
The grassy slope rose gently towards an olive grove where trees swayed gently in the warm Mediterranean breeze. Poppies were scattered here and there amongst the long grass and insects fluttered around them. Stefan stood a little higher than Elena, looking down at her. The warm, afternoon sun was beating down on her, giving her dark hair a beautiful copper sheen. She suited Italy. Her olive complexion and cascading hair gave her the look of some Roman Goddess; Venus, the Goddess of Love. Stefan smile warmly, taking a few steps down the slope towards her. "What do you think?" he asked, motioning to the Tuscan countryside around them. "I said I'd bring you to Italy."