Stefan smirked, watching her hips sway as she moved. If they were honest, with his hormones and her libido, they were on a pretty even footing really. Somehow, everything about them just worked. When he was with her, he forgot that she was a 200 year old vampire - she was just his Elena.
The elevator doors slid open in front of them and he pulled Elena in with him. He leaned back against one of the mirrored walls and slipped his arms around her to hold her close to his body after pressing the button for her floor. He decided, if he was going to be moving into her room anyway, they might as well start as they meant to go on and head there now. "Sure," he said to her, his green eyes fixed on her large, dark ones. "As long as I'm with you." The other guys at school teased him for how much time he spent with his girlfriend, but he didn't care. This wasn't like how he and Caroline had been - living their own lives and coming together occasionally for dates and making out. He could honestly say that he had never felt about anyone before the way he felt about Elena - completely and utterly in love. Spending time with her was just a by-product of that feeling.