Stefan smiled as he felt her lips on his cheek before tucking her chair under the table for her. He took his own seat and reached out across the table to take her hand in his, running his thumb absentmindedly over the smooth skin.
"I hope you're not questioning my stamina," he said, smirking as he gave her hand a little squeeze. In all honesty, the way she had been with him, so urgent and intense, it had been all he could do to hold on as long as he had. She never failed to have him loosing control when she was like that with him.
Stefan laughed, leaning his head against her hand when she played with his hair. "Makes sense," he replied. "I was fucked pretty well." He gave her a little wink just as the waiter walked over to them.
He looked a lot more cheerful than the host had and smiled - mainly at Elena - as he handed them two menus. He held a wine list in his hand but glanced between them for a moment before saying, "I'll need to see some ID please."