Chapter 2 is here, this story is practically writing itself.

I apologise for the dodgy spelling, even though I set my word document to Australian English, which is what I've been writing my whole life, it keeps insisting that it's US English and spell check is a nightmare.

I don't know how clear I've been, but in the first flashback last chapter, Elijah's hair was how it was when we first met him, in season 2 of TVD. In the flashback of this chapter it's how it was in season 3 and 4, after he got that haircut. And lastly, in the present it's how it is on season 3 of TO. Longer, but combed back from his face, just think of how it looked when he was beating the shit out of that punching bag earlier in the season.

I do not own The Vampire Diaries.


Chapter 2

Elena Gilbert, You Little Tramp!

Elena was unsuccessful at sneaking back into her apartment the next afternoon. Holding her shoes and still in last night's dress (sans underwear, they has suspiciously been missing when she dressed), she was the very epitome of the walk of shame.

"Elena Gilbert, you little tramp, get your skanky ass back here!" She heard one of her roommates slash best friends yell from the kitchen. "When you said you couldn't go on that blind date last night, I had no idea it was because you had a hot date of your own. You told me it was deadlines with your editor. You've been holding out on me, you bitch!"

Elena doubled back and stopped at the door to the kitchen where Caroline Forbes stood, hands on her hips, pout on her face.

"BONNIE," Caroline called, and a second later, her other best friend slash roommate walks out of the bathroom, in jeans and a bra.

"What?" Bonnie Bennett asks, toothbrush in her hand.

"I just caught Elena doing the walk of shame!" Caroline said, gleefully, Elena shot her a glare and the blonde just poked her tongue out at her.

Bonnie turned her green-eyed gaze at Elena, taking in her damp hair, last night's clothes and shoes in hand. She just shook her head and snickered.

"You slut," she laughed.

"Shut up, Bonnie," Elena said, a grin playing on her mouth. "Like you or Care have never done the walk of shame before!"

"Elena, go get changed. Bonnie, finish brushing your teeth and put on a fucking shirt," Caroline snapped, a large grin on her face. "I'm demanding girl's time, right now. Elena needs to give us the deets on her hot date and Bonnie needs to tell me how your date with Nik's brother was last night." Elena groaned, but still made her way over to her room. "And hurry," Caroline called, when Elena had left the kitchen, "I have news of my own to spill!" She sounded positively giddy.

A giddy Caroline is never a good thing.


When Elena next runs into Elijah, literally, three years later at a coffee shop in New York, she's meeting with a publisher for a children's book she has written and her brother illustrated and he's meeting one of his brothers for lunch, who's running late.

"I am so sorry," she says, cursing under her breath. Hot coffee spills through the little sip hole and scolds her hand, some dropping to the floor and dripping on an expensive looking pair or male shoes. "Damnit," she mutters, swapping the cup to her other hand and shaking it as if to relieve the pain of burnt skin.

The other person doesn't seem hurt as he holds out some napkins for her to take.

"Elena?" He asks, she hears the question in his voice. She looks up, it Elijah, wearing a dark suit and his hair much shorter than it was in college. He also has a wedding band on his left hand.

She's wearing a red blouse and grey pencil skirt, with heels and a bun in her hair. She's done it in an attempt to look older for the publisher. She is only 22 after all and still in college.

"Elijah," she smiles, then remembers that he never called. They never exchanged last names and aside from his name, his major and his sister's name, Elena knew nothing else about him, to look for. He's married now, so what does it matter? And she's in a relationship.

"How are you?" He asks, with a smile. "Do you have time to chat, to catch up? I'm meeting my brother, Klaus, but he's running late." He looks at his watch, to check the time.

"Maybe for a few minutes," she tells him, looking at her watch, too. "I have a meeting at one, so I can't stay for long."

"Did you need another drink?" He asks, placing his hand on the small of her back, leading her to a small table and causing butterflies to erupt in her tummy. She hasn't felt this in three years. She's dated, but nothing felt like this. She's dating now, and Stefan is a perfectly nice guy. He's handsome and funny, smart and sensitive. But he's never made her stomach jump into her throat, like Elijah has.

"No, I'm fine."

"So… how have you been?" He smiles, taking a sip of his own disposable coffee cup. "You're obviously not a freshman, anymore? You still in college?"

"I'm good," Elena said, "I'm a junior, now." She pauses, to drink some more coffee and collect her thoughts. She really should not be this attracted to a married man. Especially when she, herself is in a relationship. "You… you never called," she stated, not meaning to sound so blunt.

"Ah, well, for that I am very sorry," his eyes look regretful. "When I got back to my apartment, I found my brother, who was also at the party, though not with Freya and I, drunk and almost passed out on my door step. I helped him in and in thanks he vomited all over me. I showered, but then realized that I had washed off your number from my hand. I tried looking for you, but I never did get your last name. After I got my degree, I went back to England for a few years. I only just moved back, last month."

"Oh," Elena said, she felt profound disappointment fill her at the loss of the chance to know this man. "Oh," she repeated, "That sucks."

"Indeed, it does," he took another drink from his cup, then fiddled with his ring and Elena looked at her watch.

"I've got to go," she said regretfully, finishing her coffee and standing up. "And it's Gilbert, by the way. My last name is Gilbert."

"Well, I hope to run into you again, someday. Just not literally, perhaps?" He stood, when she did, "It was nice to see you, Elena Gilbert."

In hindsight, she should have asked for his last name, too. If just for curiosity's sake.


"So, spill?" Caroline not so much asked as demanded. She, Bonnie and Elena were curled up on Caroline's bed, since she had a queen size while both Elena and Bonnie had doubles.

"Me or Bon?" Elena asked, looking between her friends.

"We'll go Bonnie, first." Caroline rounded on Bonnie. "How was your date with Kol?"

"Cole?" Elena asked, frowning. "I thought Nick's brother was named Finley or Henry or something?"

"Nik has a lot of brothers, four to be exact."

"Wow," Elena said.

"Anyway, back to Bonnie, did you like Kol?"

"He seemed nice," Bonnie said. "Funny and quite good looking. He's tall, taller than Nik. He was very charming, I gave him my number."

"Are you hoping he calls?" Elena asked.

"Yeah," Bonnie said, "I wouldn't be opposed to getting to know him better. Definitely not the worst blind date I've ever been on."

"Yay," Caroline said, bouncing on her knees and looking at Elena. "Your turn. I can't believe you didn't tell us you were seeing someone! For shame, Elena!"

"So, it's this guy I've known for a few years," Elena began. "But we've only really been out on three official dates, dinner dates, and last night was our first time… having sex. And second… and third." Elena smirked when she said that.

"Elena!" Bonnie squealed, whacking her arm, playfully.

"And this morning was our fourth… and fifth." She continued, her friends looked crossed between scandalized and proud.

"Well," Caroline prompted. "Was he good? What's he look like? What's his name? What's he do for a living? How old is he? What's his name? Is he hot? Does he have a pretty dick?"

"Caroline!" Bonnie shouts.

"What? I'm just asking?" Caroline giggles, "It's not like you're not curious. And it's not like Elena wasn't going to tell us was his peen was like anyway!"

"True," Elena conceded and Bonnie made a face, nodding. "Fine, he was great, wonderful, amazing. Probably the best I've ever had. He's tallish. He's got dark hair and browny hazely eyes. His name is Elijah, he's a lawyer and he's 30. He's hot, sexy, handsome, gorgeous. And yes, Caroline, he has a very nice peen." She mouthed the word 'big' and placed her hands about the length of his penis apart. "Oh, oh, oh, oh and… he has an accent."

"He almost sounds too good to be true," Caroline said.

"He is," Elena nods. "He so is."

"So, if you've known the guy for years," Bonnie said, "Why are you only just going out now?"

"It was just never the right time," Elena told them. "He was married for a bit, and there was my engagement with Damon. Plus, I dunno, it never worked out, until last month. He called me and we went out for coffee, as friends, to get to know each other. Then it was a movie, more coffee dates, a lunch, and then an afternoon in Central Park. That's when the dinner dates started." The whole time Elena spoke of Elijah, she had this huge, goofy smile on her face.

"Oh, my God," Caroline exclaimed. "You're falling in love with him!"

"Yeah, I think kinda am."

"When can we meet him?" Bonnie asked, eagerly.

"Nope, not doing that," Elena said. "We didn't meet Caroline's Nick until they had been dating for three months!"

"Speaking of Nik," Caroline said, giving her friends a nervous smile and then turning to rummage through her bedside table. "I've got some pretty big news," she pulled something shiny from a blue box and slipped a ring onto her left ring finger. "Nik proposed to me last night."

"What?" Elena said, shocked. "And you have a go at me! You're engaged? Oh, my God, Care!"

"Caroline Forbes," Bonnie said, in much the same way Caroline had admonished Elena earlier. "For shame! We are your best friends, how dare you wait 'til now to tell us you're getting married!"

Bonnie and Elena looked at each other, both smirking, before jumping on Caroline and they all rolled on the bed in a fit of squeals and giggles.

"You're getting married," Elena said. Bonnie bouncing with her, both grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm getting married!" Caroline said back, placing her hand over her mouth and crying.

"Elena's Maid of Honour," Bonnie said with a smile. "I remember the deal we came up with in seventh grade. Elena's Caroline's, I'm Elena's and Caroline's mine."

"I know it's a lot to ask, but I would like a summer wedding and I don't want to wait 'til next year." Caroline smiled at her best friends, a hopeful look in her eyes.

"You want to get married in less than six months?" Bonnie askes, shocked.

"Maybe." Caroline squeaked, a tentative smile on her face. "Saturday, July 19th, at Saint Mary's back home."

"Oh, fuck," Elena curses, flopping back onto the bed. "You're not going to make it easy on me, are you, Care?"

"She's going to be a total Bridezilla," Bonnie remarked with a laugh. "Sucks to be you, 'Lena."

"She so is, isn't she?" Elena groaned, throwing a pillow at Bonnie.

"Hey," Caroline said, pouting, and flinging a pillow at Elena. "I'm right here."


"So, I'm reduced to a booty call?" Elijah asked, laying his weight on Elena while they made out heavily on his couch. Elena had come around almost unexpectedly, after a brief phone call, and a naughty dream. "And here I thought we had something special."

Elena, Bonnie and Caroline had spent the rest of Saturday together, drinking wine and ordering pizza when they got hungry. Elena had pulled out her laptop and they had started searching dress designs online, some beautiful, some meh and some downright ridiculous. Their girl time had lasted well into the night and since Elena had not slept much the night before, what with the hot, naked man next to her and all, she had ended up spending Sunday morning hung-over and napping.

"It's not a booty call if we're seeing each other," Elena said, enjoying the feel of Elijah's large hands sliding up her top.

She had arrived at his apartment when he had been going through some work. Elijah was wearing dark jeans and a white button up, the sleeves rolled up, socks on his feet and a pair of rectangular wire-frame glasses perched on his nose.

"True," he muttered, his fingers slipping into her bra and cupping her breast. His other hand was working on the latch on the back. He lavished attention to her neck, making Elena's back arch up and causing her breathing to get deeper. Then he pulled back and looked her in the eye. His hair was a mess, his shirt undone and hanging off his frame and his jeans were unbuttoned. His glasses had long since been removed and his face flushed with exhilaration.

"Plus, you're wearing far too much clothing for this to be a booty call." He finally unhooked her bra, sending it flying across the room and cupping one breast, he drew the other into his mouth. "Still too much clothes," he muttered, his hand leaving her boob and going to the waist band of her own jeans.

"Way too much," Elena agreed. "So are you," she tried to push his pants down with her feet, but that combined with his efforts to get her own pants off had them both tumbling off the couch and onto the floor.

Elijah landed on the mat, flat on his back. He let out an "Oof," noise when Elena landed on top of him.

"Hello there," he smirked, looking up at her.

"Hi yourself," Elena giggled, leaning down to kiss him. "Maybe a sofa is not the best place to be making out like a pair of teenagers." She pushed herself up and stood, holding her hand out to help Elijah to his feet.

"Maybe," Elijah said, getting to his feet as well, then using their joined hands to pull her in for another kiss. "But this couch is good for something…"

That's how she found herself, five minutes later, straddling Elijah's lap as he sat on the same couch, riding him like there was no tomorrow.

"See," he panted, his head thrown back and his hands on her hips, dictating her movements. "Couches are good for stuff."

"Alright, I agree, your sofa is awesome," she huffed, moving her hips in a figure eight. Her hands were gripping the back of the chair, right behind Elijah's head, thrusting her bouncing breasts into his view with every movement.

"Oh, fuck," Elijah groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet her, making Elena cry out into the room.


"Do you have time to stay for dinner?" Elijah asked, handing Elena a towel. After their fun in the living room, Elijah had suggested they shower. Not that very much got clean, in fact it was rather counter-productive.

"I could eat," Elena said, hitching her leg up onto the bath tub and drying it.

Elijah just gave her a cheeky smile and arched one eyebrow.

"Not like that, you perv," Elena said, with a smile. She whipped his leg lightly with her towel.

Elijah grabbed the towel and snatched it off her, "No hitting allowed, lovely Elena."

"Oh, screw you, Elijah," she said, poking out her tongue, then she tried to get her towel back.

"You just did," he smirked, trapping her between his naked body and the wall. "Twice."

Elena rolled her eyes. "Really," she said, sarcastically.

"C'mon, let's go see what I can find for dinner?" He said, giving her a kiss, then letting her out and giving her the towel back.

Out in the lounge, Elena slipped on her panties and put on Elijah's button up that he had been wearing before.

Elijah was going through his fridge, wearing just his jeans from before.

"So, what's for dinner?" Elena asked, sliding into a stool by the counter.

Elijah turned back to face her and leered at what she was wearing... or not wearing.

"I'm no chef," Elijah said, after his eyes got the fill on Elena's revealing choice in attire. "But I know enough to manage without living on take out more than two or three times a week."

Elena smiled and jumped up. "Need a hand?"

"I would say yes, but it appears that I neglected to get groceries this week, I've been rather busy on a case. My refrigerator is rather bare." He looks slightly sheepish, "How do you feel about Chinese?"

"Sounds great," Elena said.

Elijah placed the order and then he and Elena curled up on the couch (the same one that they had just been fucking on) and talked.

"So your best friend just got engaged?" Elijah asked, looking up at Elena. He was laying across the sofa with his head rested in Elena's lap.

"Yeah," Elena said, running her fingers through his hair. "She want's to get married soon, and as Maid of Honour, I'm going to be a very busy person these next few months. Care's a bit of a control freak. If something's not right, someone will pay."

"My brother, Klaus, is getting married, but he's the laid back type of person." Elijah closed his eyes and sunk into he feeling of Elena's hands on his scalp. "The new-age, artsy type. He and I are polar opposites and yet, he and I are best friends."

Their food came and they ate. Afterwards, Elijah offered to take Elena home.


Chapter 2 down. How is everyone liking the story so far? The ending was a little weak, but hey, you win some, you lose some.

I'm sure everyone has worked out who Caroline's Nik is.

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