she knows exactly how this would look to anyone, from the outside looking in. a vampire slayer, in the circled embrace of a vampire? no one would believe it. she wouldn’t have, either, were she anyone else — and more specifically, if he were anyone else. her brothers think she’s playing with fire, a dangerously thin line she walks that threatens to either be the best thing that’s happened to her, or quite possibly the worst. she knows the risk of being involved, she knows it goes against both their natures at their very core, and yet, she’s never been able to bring herself to care. there’s something different about him, something that makes him stand out against all others.
unlike most of his kind, he’s never shown himself to be a monster.
her hands fall gently to his waist once she’s turned in the circle of his arms, fingertips finding the soft fabric of his clothes as she hooks her fingers in the material, using it as a hold to keep herself steady while his hands skim over her skin. every touch brings a small electrical current that runs under her skin, and isabelle raises her eyes up to meet his, lips twisting in a smile. “you shower is much bigger,” she offers as a belated reply, her tone teasing even as she takes half a step closer to him, taking a steady breath as she lets the steam fill her lungs. “and there’s less chances of having a brother barge in unannounced because he needs the bathroom, right now.”
she strains her ears for a moment, trying to pick out any tell tale sounds that would mean his brother’s lurking somewhere in the shadows, ready to make some stupidly witty comment that’ll put her in a worse mood than the demons have already. when she hears nothing, and his fingers find the sticky hem of her shirt, she allows her gaze to return to his, her smile transforming into a grin. there’s a silent question in his gaze, and she easily lifts her arms in answer, slowly raising her hands above her head in a long stretch that feels only longer as the once silky material of her shirt slides over her skin.
the shower sputters slightly, the water pressure changing for half a second as though it’s offended by how long she’s left it running instead of properly getting in, and isabelle lets her arms fall once more, skimming over her hair before settling on her hips, dark eyes bright with some sort of playful challenge. “so, am i slime free? or did you miss a spot?”
“ah, so that’s why you came here, hm? my shower and my lack of interrupting brothers?” like damon knew how to be subtle. or not barge in on either of them. he cracked a smile at the thought. well, their brothers were similar in some regards, even if they were total and complete opposites in others. “have you met damon? he kind of makes up for it, even if there is only one of him..”
he watches as her focus seems to change to one of concentration. as if she’s listening for something else. something other than the sounds in this room. “damon’s not here,” he says quietly, answering her thoughts, her unasked question, with a smile that matches her own. a grin.
they’re alone. finally. finally.. it had only been a few hours.. and yet, that hardly seemed to matter.
with isabelle’s arms being raised above her head, her body stretching languidly for his aid, he pulls her camisole up, slow, deliberate, unsticking it from her skin and letting it drop to the floor behind her. her arms fall again, as do stefan’s, his fingertips falling against the skin of her arms once more as they begin to fall before letting them trace the curve of her neck, brushing her jaw as he pushes her damp, sticky hair back.
his hands curl gently around her neck, long fingers seeping into the hair at her nape whilst his thumbs caress her jaw, and then turn downwards, hand covering her shoulders as his thumbs meet her collarbone.
the vampire sinks his teeth into his lip at the question, the playfulness in her eyes, looking thoughtful. his eyes are bright, like light shining through the canopy of a forest clearing on a summer’s day, and he lets them fall slowly over her skin, hands coming to rest at her shoulders where he thumbs lightly at the straps of her bra. “mm,” he hums, letting go of his lip as he brushes the material aside, stroking her skin in the same movement so the straps fall down her shoulders. green eyes take in her skin, one hand sliding back, unfastening the catch of her bra at her back, and then both his hands are falling, fluttering at her back and her waist, tracing inwards, down her stomach. “slime free?” he repeats, raising a brow at her, his eyes dancing playfully. “isn’t that what the shower’s for?” stefan asks, teasing her right back as he raises his eyes from her goo-coated skin. her clothes hadn’t really done much to stop it.
she may as well have been wearing nothing at all..
