It's another year in Prague, another four before she goes back to England, and another four until she returns to Spain. Another year after that before she returns to Paris for more than a week. She was walking from Caroline's apartment to her own- she couldn't live with Caroline just yet- couldn't live with anyone just yet- when she bumped into someone and instead of being irritated she fell, she automatically relaxed. She hadn't relaxed like that in decades, and she looked up.
"Elijah?" She asked, her voice full of disbelief. He offered his hand, still the gentleman even though it looked almost strained- and his hand touched hers for the first time in almost a century.
"Where are you going?" Came out of her mouth before she could stop it.
"Just wondering around." He said, and let go of her hand.
"Do you- want to come back to my apartment?" She asked nervously- she wanted nothing more than she wanted Elijah- and he nodded. And she let out a breath. They walked to her apartment, up the stairs, and she shut the door. She looked at him before she moved forward, crashing her lips against his.
He kissed her back, for a few moments and he pulled away.
"Elena-what do you want?" He asked, his voice was almost toneless.
"You. I want you." She answered, and hoped he'd believe her.
"For how long?" He needed to know, he couldn't take anything less than forever. He couldn't tell her what life without her had been like - and that day he smelled her perfume all over the house and noticed her missing journals- she had been there. In the house which, actually wasn't that far away- they had picked it out together- he was sure that was hell.
"For as long as you'll have me and I know we need to t-"
"Forever then?" He asked before kissing her again.
"Forever." She confirmed between kisses.
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