AN: Ok, I had actually planned this to be much more smutty then it turned out but, you never know, I may re-write it at some point so it is! Enjoy!

Prompt by wheatear on LJ: Elijah/Elena, he's not always so gentlemanly.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'The Vampire Diaries'.


Elijah watched her from across the dance floor, his eyes travelling over her body that was showcased in the beautiful ball gown. To reiterate the blue-eyed Salvatore's earlier words, she looked stunning. The gown hugged her curves enticingly and the colour complemented her skin beautifully. Instead of averting his gaze from her cleavage like he had been brought up to do, he focused on her breasts as they moved with each inhale and exhale of her chest. He wanted her. He had for a while. She drew him towards her like a moth to a flame. The Petrova fire burned brightly within her, as it had in Katerina, but hers stemmed from goodness and purity whereas Katerina had used hers for her wicked ploys. She tempted him and he found he couldn't resist. The ever present good looks obviously attracted him to her but it was more than that. Her loving, caring and brave nature was something he had always wanted in a partner when he was human. He had been noble then when his hands weren't tainted by blood. She would be his saviour, he knew. She would make him better; she had done it for enough vampires already. She had turned the infamous Damon Salvatore into a quivering puppy that would do anything she needed, albeit unintentionally. She had pulled the ripper back from his position hanging over the edge of the proverbial cliff. He had been lost for all intents and purposes but yet, she found some way to fight her way back into his heart.

Even as she swayed to the music now, he noticed as her calculated gaze landed on her blonde friend and he could sense her worry as the other woman danced in the hands of his brother. Even when she had her own problems to deal with, she was constantly looking out for her nearest and dearest. It was another trait of hers that only served to turn him on even more. He felt the stirrings of his arousal through his black dress pants as he continued to gaze at her. He wasn't one to indulge in a woman's company with an airy matter. He liked to make a connection and ease into it, but with her, he found himself losing control. He wanted her and he would have her. His feet moved subconsciously as he stalked across the dance floor with grace, easily avoiding the dancing couples. He snaked an arm around her as he grabbed a flute of champagne from the waiter's silver tray. He nodded his gratitude as the waiter made his way into the crowd of standing guests.

"Elena," he murmured, raising his glass in salute.

"Elijah," she countered, tipping her finger against her head in an army salute.

He chuckled huskily at her, enjoying her upbeat manner. She deserved to be happy, a young life like hers shouldn't reek of so much sadness. "Are you mocking me?" he raised his eyebrow in question, taking great delight in the delicious rosy hue that covered his cheeks.

"Maybe a little," she smiled, winking at him softly.

They stood side by side as they watched the other guests dance together. His body vibrated with energy at her close proximity. He couldn't resist breathing in her honeysuckle scent when she looked away from him to wave at Caroline. His mouth watered at the smell and even as she turned around and began speaking, he was too lost in the beautiful chocolate colour of her eyes that seemed to call to him to hear a word that she said. He grabbed her arm unconsciously and, ignoring her questions, he pulled her down the hallway. He selected a door at random and realised it was the study when he noticed the books that littered the wall. It would have to do.

"Elijah, what are you doing?" Elena exclaimed as he backed her against the door.

He pressed his chest against hers as he fell against the soft cushioning of her dress. "Don't think I haven't noticed, Elena."

"Noticed what?" she breathed, her eyes seemingly staring into his very soul when she looked up at him.

"How you look at me. How you breath hitches when we get close. How you get aroused when we're together," he purred succinctly.

"I-I have to get back to the dance," she stammered. "Stefan and Damon-"

"Couldn't care less," he interrupted. "Stefan isn't quite back on the wagon yet and he would choose a bag of human blood over you right now. As for Damon, he has his arms wrapped around my sister who tried to kill you just days ago. And, if it hadn't of been for me, she would have succeeded."

"What do you want?" she murmured, her heart quickening as his lips lowered towards hers.

"You," he whispered, closing the gap between their lips. Her lips remained motionless underneath his but with a few gentle coaxes, she relaxed beneath his hold. She accepted his kiss greedily, returning it with full force as she threaded her fingers through his brunette locks. She gasped into his mouth with she felt his arousal move against her core. His tongue swooped into her mouth and he moaned at the taste of her. She was exquisite, much better than the luxury champagne he had indulged in earlier.

As their tongues danced together, he rocked his hips against hers in the motions of love making as her fingers clawed at his chest. His body felt like it was on fire at the feel of her nails raking along his muscles as he leaned his head back and basked in the glow of the Petrova fire that he would gladly burn in.

"Elijah," she groaned when he pulled away. He soothed her with a quick peck to her lips as he slowly bent down and gathered her gown in his arms. He lifted it slowly until it encircled her hips. She gasped as the cold air hit her legs and goose bumps rose on her olive skin.

"I'll soon warm you up," he whispered, kissing her again. She snaked her arms around his neck as he trailed his fingers along the lace of her panties. She bucked against him when his index finger swiped across her little bundle of nerves, biting his lip in pleasure. He groaned as her pearly white teeth sunk into his flesh and he reacted in a primal way. His hand cupped her sex as he rubbed the heel of his palm in tantalising circles on her clit, her body jerking with each brush of his hand.

"God," she moaned as his hand sneaked underneath the waistband of her panties. His fingers sunk teasingly into her womanly flesh until they were seated fully in her sex. She grabbed his hand, pleading him with her eyes to move and give her the friction that she craved. He granted her plea, withdrawing his fingers only to thrust them into her core again a mere second later. She whimpered in pleasure as his fingers moved within her and he brought her to the edge of bliss as his lips trailed along the soft skin of her neck. As her face scrunched in pleasure and her grip on the lapels of his jacket increased, he withdrew from her wet centre regretfully.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her eyes wide with wanting.

He had indulged in his fantasy but he couldn't take it any further. His fingers glistened with her feminine juices and before he could think any further, his tongue darted out to lick them from his digits. He closed his eyes at the taste, she was sweet like fruit and he couldn't wait for the moment when he would be able to taste her properly.

"Please, Elijah," she begged, her chest heaving.

He studied her carefully. "Why?"

"You're supposed to be a gentleman," she growled.

"I am," he refuted.

"A gentlemen wouldn't leave me like this," she motioned towards her body; cheeks flushed, eyes hazy with lust, breasts straining against her dress and her sex still glistening for him. "He would help me finish."

"And, I will," he acquiesced, palming her cheek gently in his hand. "But not now."

"Why?" she murmured, grabbing onto his hand desperately.

"I will have you," he promised. "But not now. Not when the Salvatore brothers hold your heart in their hands. You will come to me when you're ready and I will take you like you should be taken."

Her body trembled at his words as he swiftly left the room. The Salvatore brothers. Her mind had barely registered their existence since Elijah had pulled her into the study. He seemed to consume her when she was with him and she longed for the day when he would truly consume her mind, body and soul.


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