Stefan laughed, letting his head tip back until it was cushioned in the long grass. His green eyes moved over her body, drinking it in, when she tried to cover herself. He had seen it all, but her attempt at modesty was endearing. "This was your idea," he pointed out, raising one eyebrow.
He watched, curious and amused, as she ripped open his jeans. If this had been real, he would have been vaguely vexed about having to buy new jeans, but these were dream clothes and any damage they did was as real as the countryside they were laying in, a figment of their imaginations.
Stefan sat up, shrugging off his shirt as he moved, to wrap his strong arms around her, feeling her skin on his. "Anyway, when did I say I was going to play fair?"