action;
[Stefan didn't see the point in resisting, in thinking about it, especially not now. The time for thinking about it would have been before she'd talked to Elena, before their feelings had morphed from friendship to whatever this was.
Now he was perfectly content to see it through, to find out what became of it. Because going back wasn't something either of them could do.
He certainly wasn't regretting his decision at all yet, especially not when he heard those little sounds she made, felt the way her body wriggled and ground against his beneath him. His hips shifted slightly to give her a bit of extra help with his jeans even while his hand moved from her hip to the closure on hers as well, flipping it open with his thumb and forefinger.]