**Special note: This chapter is NSFW**

I snuggled Stefan during the entire movie. He brought down his Sleipnir blanket, and we stayed warm together. For once, Larsa was entranced by the movie. That was good for us, though, because it meant that I could kiss Stefan whenever the mood stuck me, and we wouldn’t get Larsa’s every comment or reaction to us. I noticed Killian rubbing his shoulders, though, and sometimes whispering to him. Larsa looked extremely happy about that.

I was just starting to get tired, and debated taking something to help me fall asleep faster so as to avoid the temptation to do anything risky with Stefan, or just find other ways to play so we could fall asleep in bliss. Whenever we made out, I could feel twitching in Stefan’s pants, his heart raced, and his breathing quickened. He needed another release, and I wanted to give it to him. I didn’t usually talk about it, but there was a certain pride I took in knowing that I could bring my partner to climax.

Even with Killian and Larsa busy with their own interactions, Stefan and I felt a little bit like naughty teenagers under that blanket. He kept looking around before grabbing my breasts, and I had to keep my moans in so as not to attract attention. He caressed my thighs, and I was certain he wanted to explore between them. I craved his touch, of course, but didn’t let him go too far.

As the movie got close to ending, I could tell that Killian was having a hard time paying attention to it. Well, so were Stefan and I. Larsa seemed to want to see how it ended, though, and afterwards, he made Killian promise to show him the rest of the series. Judging by the look in his eyes, I think Killian would have promised him anything in order to get him up to bed.

That movie would be one of the last things we did together that weekend. Killian would be driving Larsa back to Portland the next day, soon after breakfast. Stefan would stay a couple extra days, giving us more time to talk and get used to being a couple. I had made clear to my friends in Tierney Ríocht that it would be weeks before I could visit them again, so my time with Stefan would be relaxing.

After we all said our good-nights and exchanged hugs, Larsa whispered to me, “There’s a surprise present in your room.” I tried to speak, to tell him that he really didn’t have to, but he quickly interrupted. “Sshhh, it’s actually for both you and Stefan. You’ll know what I mean when you see it.”

Stefan was busy talking to Killian, so I don’t think he heard anything Larsa had said. Then Killian finished his conversation and called to him, and they went upstairs together. Stefan walked over to me with a big grin on his face and pulled me into his arms.

“Well, here we are without any more chaperones. What are we going to do to behave ourselves?”

I shrugged. “I guess all there is left to do is go to sleep,” I teased.

He kissed the top of my head. “If only sleeping wasn’t the last thing I wanted to do.”

“I know, I know, but I really don’t think I’m ready for a night time drive down the mountain just to find a store that sells what we need.” I took his hand and led him out of the entertainment room. “Come on, let’s go do some reading.”

I figured that if we got a little too handsy, I could find a different way to satisfy both our needs without too much risk. We had managed it earlier, and we could either do that again, or something else that was just as fun. We’d be fine.

We headed upstairs, and Stefan made a detour for the bathroom. I turned on the light in my room, and as I was walking over to the bedside table to plug in my phone, I noticed a little gift bag. It was a simple one, a silvery shade of gray, and barely big enough to hold a Beanie Baby. There was also a little bit of white tissue paper in it. I picked it up, looking it over, and decided to wait for Stefan before checking to see what was inside.

It wasn’t until I sat on the bed that I noticed there was something on my pillow; something in a little foil packet, the bow on it bigger than it was. There were also a couple of fancy little chocolate mints next to it. I giggled, remembering how funny Larsa had thought it was that fancy hotels left mints on the pillows for their guests.

“What are you giggling about?” Stefan asked, suddenly appearing in the doorway.

I looked up at him and smiled. “Looks like Larsa gave us another present.”

“Us, huh? It’s your birthday.”

“Yeah, but Larsa said this would be for both of us.”

I picked up the bow in such a way that Stefan saw what was attached to it before I could get a closer look at it. Then he started laughing. “Oh, that little boy!”

“What?” I asked.

He shook his head and crossed. “Oh, that naughty, naughty boy– yet what a very good boy he is!”

“Stefan…” I turned it around to see what exactly was attached to the bow, figuring it was probably just some little candy or other snack. What I saw definitely wasn’t edible.

Stefan dropped onto the bed next to me as I felt my cheeks heat up, probably turning as red as cherries.

“I probably should have asked Larsa to get a whole box of those while he was in town,” he Stefan admitted. “I think I was so caught up in the emotion of everything, I figured I needed to just get them on my own.”

That was when I pointed out the bag on the bedside table. “Stefan, Larsa was pretty specific that it was for both of us. How much do you want to bet that it’s not just chocolate in that bag?”

“There’s a bag, too?” he laughed. He reached across me to the bedside table, seeing that I was a little too surprised to do so myself, and grabbed it.”Okay, let’s open this together. Go on, take out the tissue paper.”

I kept telling myself not to be embarrassed about what I thought was in the bag, that if I was right, it was actually a really nice thing for them to have done. It shouldn’t matter whether we felt that we should have taken care of this matter on our own; our friends cared about us and wanted us to be happy. Being responsible was part of that happiness. Still, I was fairly pink when I pulled the paper out of the bag and tossed it aside, giggling again.

“You were partly right,” Stefan said as he peered down into it. “There are a few different chocolates in here.” He pulled out a delicious-looking Lindor chocolate truffle ball.

“And also…?” I asked him, knowing that there was something else in there.

“Well,” Stephan replied and a teasing tone, “not that you’d be interested in these at all, but I think they managed to find the largest box of condoms the store sold.” He pulled it out of the bag to show me.

I took the box and I looked it over. A twenty-four pack. Not only that, but a variety pack. And Larsa had already opened it to put a bow on one of them. “He sure was sneaky when he came up here,” I giggled.

“Only in the best way possible,” Stefan replied. I was glad to see that he wasn’t as irritated with his cousin as he’d been before we admitted to being in love with each other. “And look, a little note card.”

I leaned over to look at it with him, but it was in Swedish. “What does it say?”

“He basically said that we’ll probably need more soon, but this should be enough to get us through the weekend.” He laughed again. “Sounds like a challenge to me.”

“Oh, you think you can dare me do you? Are you sure you wouldn’t be exhausted before we got even halfway through them?”

“Who,” he replied, “me? I’m the descendant of vikings! I could go through those in a day if you wanted me to, but I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“I might have to hurt you if you refuse to try!” I teased. Then I pounced on him, making him fall back on the bed as we both laughed together. Larsa’s little extra gift might have been the very best thing he could have given us, because now Stefan could give me what we both wanted.