Stefan smiled up at her, thoroughly enjoying the sound of these horribly dirty things. Elena could be such a little minx when she wanted to be and he loved seeing that side of her - the side that liked to take control of him and show him that she had more power over him just in a kiss than he did by being the older vampire.
Stefan opened his eyes just a crack, peering down at Elena on the bed. Her face was the normal, smooth, angelic face of her human countenance. He found it strange to think that she could dream about her vampire side coming out without so much as a flicker of it on her real life face. Still, he supposed he'd had enough dreams about blood and vampires before without waking up to find himself vamped out. Taking a deep breath, he stroked her arm softly before shutting his eyes again to concentrate.
"I'm controlling this dream, Elena," he told her, his hands still above his head in mock surrender. "What makes you think you can do anything to me at all?" Technically he could manipulate what she did, but he didn't want to do that - not the way Katherine had done to him in the tomb. This was about enjoying themselves together.