"Signal when you get to the top
Signal when you want me, when you want me to stop
We could, we could crash, we could, we could, boom boom
We could take it, we could we could take it take it in turns."
-The Kills, "Getting Down"
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"Just pull over," Elena suggested in a seductive voice, glancing at the Original driving from beneath flirty lashes. He ran his finger over his lips to seal in the smile that was threatening to escape at her antics.
"Patience, Elena… you know what they say." He offered a reproachful eyebrow and she settled back in her seat with a dejected sigh.
"Yeah, sure," she muttered. "A virtue. But I'm not exactly virtuous now, am I? I'm a freaking vampire, Elijah."
He couldn't help himself now, chuckling at the pout that settled over her features.
"Right, it's so funny." Her arms crossed to emphasize the sarcastic edge to her voice. "You work me up like this, and then expect me to ride in the car for another nine hours with no… release. Obviously you've forgotten how it is in the beginning."
"No," he insisted. "I haven't forgotten, my dear. But you shouldn't start that which you cannot handle – or have no intention of finishing."
His eyes stayed on the road rather than looking in her direction again, despite the bitter tone he hadn't intended. But it was easier to maintain his control that way, to stand his ground. Because the young woman who sat next to him held the power to unravel everything Elijah had built up over the last millennia.
It wasn't that he couldn't empathize – he knew her emotions were twisting like a hurricane within her. Love, lust, blood, sex, desire… Elena's head was in that newborn frenzy and she couldn't focus on anything else. And it's not that he wasn't just as aroused. Elijah was fighting every second against pulling the car over and dragging her into the woods to have his way with her until the only words that fell from her lips were his name, over and over. That movie played on a continuous loop in the back of his mind just by being in her presence. And last night's coupling had done nothing to ease the sexual tension between them. It was only intensified, to the point where he wanted to devour her in every way possible. And she obviously craved him – a lover with so many centuries under his belt had left her begging in his wake. He would bet his eternal life that she hadn't anticipated the firestorm that erupted between them. Even without the transition factor, Elena was just as far gone as he was. This connection engulfing them both, like nothing either had ever experienced before despite their uneven lifetimes.
But his brother was standing in the way of the wild abandon he longed to revel in. Instead Elijah would have to settle for controlled bursts, and now wasn't the time to even relish that. They needed to return to Mystic Falls; he needed to formulate the plan to trick his wise sibling. He couldn't be distracted.
Elijah felt her place a chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth then, and some of the tension eased from his frame.
"I'm sorry," Elena whispered. "It was rude. I just feel… I don't know. Between the transition, the blood in my system, all of these new senses… and you."
"It's alright," he answered, allowing himself to meet her doe eyes. A mistake, he was certain, because since first seeing those eyes in the abandoned mansion with Rose and Trevor, he'd known he would do anything for her. "I'm not upset. But we can't allow ourselves to be… preoccupied."
She nodded with a downcast gaze as she sat back and he reached over to give her knee a subtle squeeze.
"We have all the time in the world for that, Elena. Once Klaus is gone." When she looked up at him, he gave her a mischievous smirk. "You are all mine then. You won't remember anyone else when I'm finished."
He watched her delicious shiver at the innuendo and a pink tinge spread over her skin. She smiled shyly, and he knew her thoughts were back to last night.
"You're not making this easy," she said softly.
"I'll tide you over tonight."
He leaned over and caught her lips briefly before they shifted into a series of short yet intense kisses. She moaned in protest when he finally pulled away and he smiled again in spite of himself. She was gorgeous when she was frustrated.
"There's something to be said for anticipation," he chided gently.
"I'm tempted to take care of myself if you won't." She stared at him indignantly, her fingers moving to the top button of her jeans .
His jaw clenched as he fought off the urge to stop the car right here and thrust himself so far inside her that she wouldn't be able to speak. He saw a faint smirk on her lips as she watched him struggle. He knew he was in the most heavenly sort of trouble now – the vampire side had amplified that Petrova fire, and he was nearly powerless against her. His breath hitched as he watched her fingers slip inside her underwear, low mewls of pleasure filling his ears as she circled her nub and slipped one finger, then two, inside. He couldn't just watch anymore.
"If you insist. But it will only make it worse for you in the end," he warned as he tore inside her panties and pushed his fingers and hers deep inside of her tight, soaked channel.
A loud gasp escaped her and he watched her eyes roll back. "Oh, God," she breathed. "Do you promise? Will you make it worse?"
"Is that what you want?" His voice lowered into a growl. "Do you want me to punish you, Elena? For all of this acting out?"
"Yes," she gritted, panting as she lifted herself off of the seat to give him a better angle. She had moved her other hand out of the way so his thumb could press against her button, swirling faster and harder, their fingers mangled together within her, impossibly full and stretched. "Please. Punish me, Elijah… oh, godddd…"
She tightened around him when he started to pump them in and out at vampire speed. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut as he brought her to closer to the brink.
"Elena," he said sternly. "Look at me."
Her eyes were glazed as they met his. Her free hand latched around the headrest and her body bore down, involuntarily groaning and gasping against him. His finger teased at the spot swelling within her and she cried out, the dam broken. She jerked erratically against his hand as the long awaited release poured forth and she attempted to silence her impending shriek by biting deep into her own arm. She drew blood, and the pain was enough to send her head first into another orgasm. She threw her head back against the seat, her mouth open in a silent cry, blood tinging her lips and trailing down her arm.
Elijah wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything so provocative in his entire life.
He could barely concentrate on driving now that she laid limply in the passenger seat. Elena took his hand as he pulled his fingers from within her and sucked first on one, then the next. Then she leaned across and kissed him, her tongue lazily tracing against his so he could taste her blood and her. He groaned, and when she pulled away to fasten her pants, he shifted in his seat.
"Thank you," she smiled contentedly. "And sorry to leave you … like that."
Her hand lightly rubbed against his thigh and he smirked back as visions of sexual retribution flooded his thoughts. "Don't worry, I plan on thoroughly enjoying your apology later."
She gave an amused giggle before her fingers settled into drawing lazy patterns on his leg. "I think I need a nap now," she admitted.
"Only to wake up insatiable and insufferable again?" he countered mockingly.
"No!" She laughed and then her expression softened. "When I wake up, I want you to tell me the rest of the story. About Tatia and the moonstone." She sensed his shift in mood, his features closing off. "Only if you want to, of course," she added.
He sighed and felt her fingers gingerly lift from his leg to her own lap. But he caught her hand in his own, squeezing it with a glance in her direction. "I will," he finally conceded. "You deserve to know. You've descended from it all, it's as much your history as it is mine."
"Thank you, Elijah," she offered again quietly as she burrowed against his chest. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, tightening until she sighed sweetly. He tried to focus only on the road, still wary of feeling too much. But the pleasant sounds of her sleep caused his weathered, worn heart to clench in his chest.
It wasn't just the overwhelming attraction and lust. He knew he had fallen in love with this girl.
