"It's okay?" She knew about his grandmother, knew what she could do. Her whole family did. But she trusted him. When he held her up with only one arm, she closed her eyes, smirking a little. Sometimes she forgot how strong Stefan was, and she cried out loudly when he pressed into her. Murmuring his name, she wrapped her arms around him, kissing his shoulder, his neck, rocking against him insistently. "Can - faster if you want, or harder. Know you're strong, but I'm not - can take a little more," she mumbled.