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another horrible decade dance
"WHAT DO YOU THINK?" Athena ran her hand down the side of her dress, smiling as she shimmied so the skirt of her dress would twirl with her. "Would I fit in in the 60s?"
Stefan smiles as he turns to face her, his tie lazily tied in a messy knot. "You look amazing. You'd fit in perfectly, and I would be hard-pressed to let you even leave the house because everyone would want you."
Athena raises a brow as Stefan steps towards her, his arms sliding around her waist. She rests her hands on his chest, a pointedly challenging look on her face. "I'd have suitors lined outside my door, begging for my attention. Who's to say I'd entertain you?"
"I say," He mirrors her daring look, a smirk crossing over his features as he leans down and presses a kiss to her sharp jawline, and then to her scar, listening to her pulse as it begins to race. "No one else can have you, because you're mine."
Athena runs her palms up from his chest, resting them on his shoulders as he trails his lips down the side of her neck. "Stefan,"
"What?" He hums knowingly, his hands running across her body, leaving paths of fire that set her skin alight. Her chest heaves as he slowly pulls away, and she takes a premature breath of relief when he does.
The vampire takes a minuscule step backward and bends his knees, dragging his hands from her back, around to her stomach, and back around her hips as he kneels before her, fingers digging into her exposed thighs as he settles on his knees.
Athena's eyes widened and she instinctively dug her hands into his blond tufts, tilting his head back slightly. "We have to leave in thirty minutes and your tie isn't even tied right," She breathes, chest heaving with anticipation.
"Sweetheart," Stefan says, the cocky smirk crossing his features once more as he drags his hands up underneath the green and white dress and hooks his fingers into the thin fabric beneath her skirt. "I don't give a damn about my tie."
"God," She breathes, fingers digging into his scalp as he nips the inside of her thigh with his suddenly sharp teeth. "You're going to kill me."
Stefan laughs breathily, the action making her break out in goosebumps. "How much time did you say we had?"
"Thir–thirty minutes," She stutters.
Stefan leans forward vigorously, his grin unwavering and devilish. "Perfect."
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Athena looks Damon up and down as they approach him, her eyes narrowing tauntingly. "I can't tell if you're dressed for the sixties or if you just look like this much of a whore all the time."
