Elijah and Katerina [PART ONE]
Elijah heard Katerina's giggling from inside Klaus' chambers. He tried to push away the nauseating feeling from this afternoon when Klaus had come back from hunting and taken Katerina away from Elijah.
He was not supposed to become close with Katerina. She would be sacrificed, and no matter how much Elijah was beginning to resent his brother, and his plans for the future, he couldn't go against Klaus, because Klaus was blood and Elijah chose to be by his side. He would not throw is only family away for a silly, foolish woman, who inconveniently took his breath away.
Just as he thought this, Katerina stumbled out of Klaus' chambers, giddy with excitement. She was in a silk slip. It was white and showed all the curves of her body. She stared at Klaus, who was out of Elijah's range of sight. Katerina was grinning at him, listening to his soothing, seductive words. She nodded in agreement and touched Klaus' chest, before he shut the door, dismissing her.
Katerina smiled to herself and looked up at the mansions decorative ceiling. The delicate carvings were centuries old. She touched the door with her hand for support, still in a daze, and turned to lean against it, still staring at the ceiling.
Obviously, her worry about Klaus' intensions had changed from this morning. She looked drunk off of love. Elijah cursed his brother for leading Katerina on to this extent. She wasn't like the other humans. She was special.
He couldn't help but stare also. Not at the ceiling, but rather at her delicate face. The face that looked so familiar, yet so new. It was loving and kind. It was the face of an angel.
She turned, noticing Elijah at last. Her hand flew to her chest as she shot into an upright position off of the door, as if she were shocked by its wooden exterior.
Elijah chuckled under his breath, dropping his head and shaking it. His hands were in his pockets, his dress shirt was untucked, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, its top two buttons undone. He slowly took two steps toward her before stopping and raising his head to look at her again.
"Fun night I suppose?" Elijah grinned, cocking his eyebrow as he walked past her.
She followed him, jaw slack, but quickly gained her composure.
She countered his assuming question with her own, "How long were you spying on me Elijah?" her face held a confident smirk. She folded her hands behind her back and lifted her chin in the air.
Elijah didn't understand how he could find her so irresistibly adorable, even when he was raging with jealousy.
They walked down the corridor together in silence and headed down the stairs toward the parlor.
"I'm guessing you're staying at the mansion tonight?" His question was rhetorical. They both knew she wasn't leaving the mansion at midnight.
"Niklaus has sent someone to fix my room." She confirmed.
They stood in the luscious parlor, with it's red tapestry and plush seat cushions, staring at each other for a few moments. Elijah broke the silence, taking his hands out of his pockets, and turning to the refreshment cart to pour himself a brandy.
"I take it your assumptions on Niklaus' feelings have changed?" He asked as he set the bottle back in its place. He tried to hide the sour tone in his voice, but heard it some what slip out.
Elijah felt her movements across the room. He knew she was behind him before she knew it herself.
She whispered in his ear, "I'll take one of those." She teased him.
He shut his eyes tight, squeezing the cold glass of brandy.
Katerina did not know the affect she had on him.
Slowly he poured her a glass. She was a clever one. Always dodging his questions. Always unperturbed.
Katerina reached around and took it from him, grazing his bare forearm. The hair stood up revealing goose bumps as she turned and made distance between them.
Her teasing was too much. He took in a deep breath and let it out silently, then turned to face her.
"Niklaus," She began, pausing for a brief moment, to ensure Elijah she was about to be serious; unusual from her joking self. Yet, Elijah had seen Katerina's earnest side before, just earlier today. "Your brother," she continued, "is a very charming man. He is an appealing and interesting man.." She considered her next words, and leaned on the arm of the chair nearest Elijah. "Niklaus is different."
Then her eyes stared into Elijah's and he saw them change from lustfulness to thoughtfulness. They became innocent and kind. She shook her head softly and mused, "But so are you."
He took a step toward her, closing the distance between them. He couldn't take it any longer, his body couldn't be apart from hers.
"Katerina," he breathed, touching his palm to her cheek. "I have never felt so completely torn in my life. I cannot express my feelings to you, in fear that I will become an enemy to my brother, and he is my blood." His eyebrows knit together, dithering from his feelings.
She placed her hand on his, "I would never ask you to choose, Elijah."
Elijah realized she thought that he was torn about loving her, because Klaus loved her as well. Which was wrong. She could not have been more wrong. Klaus played Katerina like a chess piece. She did not know what was right in front of her. Elijah was torn because if Klaus knew of his feelings for Katerina, he would do everything in his power to move the sacrifice to an earlier date. And Elijah couldn't stand the thought of losing Katerina forever.
He moved away, turning his back on her. What happened to the Elijah who didn't believe in love? He had vanished. Katerina had awakened a part of him that had been dead for so long. He cursed the feelings he wished would stay hidden.
She placed a hand on his shoulder, "I feel as though I can tell you anything Elijah." Her words were firm. "Please tell me you feel the same?"
He had never heard her speak so uncertainly before, and he hated that this question was what she was uncertain about.
He turned taking her hand in his. In one swift movement she was pinned against the wall. Her hand in his above their heads. He couldn't avoid the feeling of how perfectly it seemed to fit in his, like it was meant to stay there forever.
Her breathing was heavy, "How'd you do that so fast?" She beamed at him, amazed.
He put his other hand on her waist. "Your words are not helping matters Katerina. You do not seem to know the affect you have on me."
She smiled knowingly, seductively, "So you feel the same?"
"I feel as though I need to get you out of this dress." He answered roughly.
It was so forward, so unusual for Elijah to say, that a shocked gasp escaped Katerina's lips.
Elijah slowly released his hand from hers and trailed his finger tips down her arm, grazing her ribs and pausing at the hem of her slip, which ended mid thigh. It was such a scandalous thing to wear. Only Katerina could pull it off so effortlessly.
She lifted her other arm in the air, silently giving him permission to remove the silky material from her body.
Katerina stood in front of him in only her undergarments. She searched his eyes trying to read his thoughts, of seeing her so exposed. She didn't mind when his gaze traveled over her body hungrily.
It made her want him more.
"Kiss me." She told him.
And he did. First softly and then aggressively. She pulled away after a few moments, annoyed with the fabric that separated their skin from touching, her breathing hot and heavy.
Katerina ripped his shirt open. The buttons popped off and bounced onto the floor, out of sight. She giggled as he lifted her up and dropped her on the couch.
Katerina traced the taught muscles of his chest. She could not quite seem to get enough of his body either. Her hands traveled up his shoulders and down his back.
He kissed her then. First gently on the forehead, then on the cheek, traveling down towards her navel and trailing back up to her lips, where he teased her with his tongue.
She let out a slight moan as she kissed him back. His groin slowly settled against her inner thigh, making her feel his erection.
They were going so fast, their chemistry had been building up for so long, he couldn't resist touching her any longer.
And she couldn't resist his touch.
Just when he started to undo his buckle a voice rang through the empty halls of the mansion, "Miss. Petrova?"
Katerina immediately pulled Elijah down onto the floor. Taking cover from the voice that seemed to be getting closer.
She giggled against Elijah's mouth. They were having too much fun. He kissed her quickly. Effortlessly, he lifted her from him and placed her on the couch. She turned to see if the woman calling her name and searching every room, was in sight.
Katerina couldn't see anything so she turned to face Elijah who had already put his shirt back on. She took her slip from him with a confused expression.
"How did you do that so fast?" She wondered in amazement. All evidence of their lustrous affair was gone. Including the buttons that had popped off his shirt, and the brandy that had been poured.
"Someone is calling for you Miss. Petrova." Elijah smirked at Katerina dodging her question as easily as she had done to him many times before.
"I will be back," she pointed at Elijah telling him not to move. She backed out of the room with her eyes trained on him, smirking flirtatiously.
He smiled back with reassurance that he wasn't going anywhere, but when Katerina came back from talking to the servant who had set up her room, Elijah would be gone.
Because Niklaus was family, and you don't go against blood.
