"Mmm," Stefan mumbled, letting his eyes shut as the tone of her voice sent a little shiver through him. God, he wanted her already and he'd only been with her back home that morning. He couldn't imagine what she'd been like if she'd been stuck here a week without him. He didn't want to think too highly of himself, but they were just supposed to be together, not separated, and he bet she'd been going completely crazy without him there for her. He helped keep her down to earth, or so she had told him before - helped her stay in touch with her humanity through the love they shared. "I'm pretty sure they've heard us a few times though," he purred, his lips brushing her skin again as he lifted his head. "Or heard you," he said pointedly, smirking. He really loved it when she was noisy, mainly because he still found it amazing that someone as old as her could be satisfied by him.
He let his hands run up her back as the elevator door slid open with a small ding. Gently, he pushed away from the wall and let one arm drop to his side so he could walk out of the elevator, one arm still around her slim waist. He loved touching her, all the time if possible. The way she moved, the way she felt, was intoxication itself. "Where to?" he asked, peering left and right down the corridor they were now standing in.