She was watching him because he wasn't saying anything. It wasn't totally out of character for Stefan to be monosyllabic but when he didn't talk she paid extra attention to his body language and the way he spoke to her without speaking at all. She studied his finely chiseled features and noticed the last bottle of alcohol.
"We can find some more later," she said. Things like alcohol were harder to get but some of the people in the rebel camps had figured out how to make moonshine and bathtub gin. And even though Elena found the taste repulsive, it still helped curb her cravings and so she drank it anyway. The stuff was so strong sometimes she even got a little drunk off of it.
She felt his hand at her waist, pulling her closer and she settled against him comfortably. "I love you," she breathed out as she tugged him back to the bed. There were other ways to curb cravings, to push her body to its physical limits, to push his in the same way until they both collapsed into exhaustion.
She kissed him as she pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and flung it on the floor.