"Because you'll let me," she stated simply, smirking at him and moving her hands away from his wrists after squeezing. Elena worked her way down his body with her fingers, picking open his shirt slowly to reveal the smooth plane of his chest. She touched him there, over his heart, not letting the strangeness of feeling him in a dream dissuade her from what she wanted. Stefan was strikingly beautiful laying out in the grass and she couldn't resist touching him even if she tried her hardest. He was too tempting. "How does sex work in these dreams?"