[ a dork lawyer/possible judge and a dork writer. a match made in heaven. caroline makes fun of them. (she would; elena would smile and shake her head and bonnie would laugh.)
it's a good life, she has. could have, with him. she doesn't think of why that should make her sad, why the feel of his hands inspire such desire in her, such longing. but she feels it, like a ghost of pain in her chest. (but that's not what this is, right now.) her hands slip into the open sides of his shirt and push them down his shoulders, her eyes hooded and dark as they part for a moment. her fingertip lightly map over the contours of his chest, down to his hips. she smiles softly.