I decided to continue with a "morning-after" scene. Hope you like it :)
When she opened her eyes she was in a dark cold room. She tried to blink her eyes to make her vision better but this darkness was different than anything she'd ever experienced. Elena wrapped her arms around her body and realized that she was only in a shirt.
"Hello?" she said but when she spelled the word out of her mouth, she couldn't hear anything. She tried again. Nothing.
Where the hell am I? she thought. Then she remembered.
Elijah.
She spent the night with Elijah and they declared their love for each other. And then – Again. Nothing.
Why can't she remember?
Suddenly, she heard a noise. It sounded like someone would open a door. A really old door. Then there was a bright flash of light and a familiar voice said: "Hello, Elena."
"No!" she screamed.
It took her a few seconds to realize that she was in her bed in the arms of an original who was trying to calm her down.
"Elena, love, it's alright. You are going to be alright," he was pulling the hair out of her face so he could look her in the eye.
"Elijah?" she was so confused but glad that he was there and this was all just a bad dream. She tried to steady her heartbeat by placing her hand on her chest.
"Oh my god, Elijah," she said breathing heavily. "It's been a long time since I had so vivid dream."
They lay down again and he grabbed a blanket and covered her with it.
"Tell me," he simply said.
After she told him he was quiet for a while. "Do you remember who it was?" he then asked her.
"No. But I know that I recognized that voice and not in a good way. Anyway," she raised her head and kissed him. "Good morning."
"Good morning," he said and kissed her right back.
"Why don't you go have a nice shower while I make you some breakfast?" he was already walking to the chair to get dressed.
"I have a better idea," she said and when he turned to ask her what she was thinking, he saw her lying in her bed, uncovered, with a wicked smile on her face. "Why don't you join me?"
She didn't need to say it twice.
He took her into his arms and in a blink of an eye they were in the shower with hot water running down their bodies.
"Elijah, you have to warn me before you do something like that," she smiled. He turned her around so she was facing the wall and he placed her hands on each side of her head. Then he parted her legs whispering into her ear: "Stay."
He ran his hands down her naked body until he reached her underbelly. In a split of a second his fingers were on her clitoris.
"Oh, Elijah," she moaned and wanted to turn to him. He stopped and whispered again: "I said, do not move," pushing her hands against the wall again, "or I will stop."
That was the last thing she wanted so she obeyed and stayed in place while he continued where he left off. One of his hands was circling her clit and the other ran up to her breasts. In the close position she could feel his member against her back and she wanted to have him inside her again, but she knew Elijah was directing this show and all she could do was to enjoy the ride.
It was not long before he switched and she now had his skilled fingers inside her.
"Oh, god," she screamed. She never experienced something like that. Her walls were tumbling and to make her come even harder he palmed her clit.
"Elijah," she cried out his name like a prayer when she collapsed on the wall. But he was not finished with her.
"Love?" he said and took her moan as a yes. He reached for her chin and turned her head to kiss her. She parted her lips and let him in. While she was busy with his tongue he prepared his cock and when she was least expecting it her entered her. But since he was still holding her head in place she could not break the kiss. And he started to move.
When he felt she could not breath anymore he set her free and placed her hands on the wall once more. For support and better angle he placed his hands on her hips and started to thrust into her faster.
"Oh, Elena," now it was his turn to moan.
She lost control and broke from her position against the wall and placed one of her hands on the back of his head arching her back even more in the process. Elijah took advantage of it and bit her earlobe. She shivered and that made the beast inside him to want more.
"Elena," it wasn't a groan of passion, he was begging her because he knew he could not hold the beast any longer. And she knew exactly what he needed.
"Do it, Elijah," she said, "I'm trusting you."
He didn't need anything else.
Elena could hear him to set it free and in a second she felt the skin on the base of her neck crack but there was no pain. Only an enormous wave of pleasure that ran through her entire body.
It was a long time since Elijah tasted the sacred Petrova blood. But as he learnt over the centuries each of the doppelgängers had something different in their veins. Tatia's blood had slightly salty taste and Katerina's was a bit bitter. And he had taster many other women before but none was sweetest than Elena's. It was like tasting strawberries for the first time. So delicious.
"Elijah, I'm gonna co –" she couldn't even finish the sentence because Elijah's fingers found her clit and that made Elena explode. And Elijah followed.
They both collapsed on the floor of the shower. Elena relaxed on top of Elijah while he was offering her his bleeding wrist. She took it and he lightly stroke her wet hair. When her wound was healed he reached for a shampoo and slowly massaged the product into her hair. After washing the foam away he did the same with a conditioner. They both stand up and Elena took a shower cream and put some of it on a sponge moving it all over Elijah's body making bubbles along the way. When she was done she handed it to Elijah he returned the favor, carefully cleaning every inch of her skin. After they washed away all the foam he kissed her and they moved to the bedroom and put on their cloths.
"Elijah?"
"Yes, Elena?" he smiled.
"Why don't you go make that breakfast and I'll tidy it up in here."
"As you wish," he said kissing her cheek.
When he left the room, Elena sat on her bed with her journal on her knees.
Dear Diary, - she looked up; she didn't know what to write because her feelings were indescribable. She had never experienced something like this and she couldn't even remember reading it in any story or a poem she'd ever read.
Maybe I need some time to process it, she thought closing her diary. She quickly picked up the rest of the cloths from the floor and made the bed. On her way down she could smell the breakfast Elijah was making for her.
Pancakes.
She smiled and entered the kitchen.
"What happened upstairs after I left?" he asked but Elena got confused.
"What do you mean?" she placed her hands on the counter.
"Your heart," he pointed on her chest. "I have never heard anything like it. Are you feeling well?"
She now understood.
"Has anyone ever told you that the whole hearing thing is a little creepy?" he smiled and put another serve of finished pancakes on a plate and moved them her way. "And to answer your question – no, I am not feeling well."
He stopped moving, even breathing, and quickly moved next to her cupping her face.
"Love, what has happened? Have I done anything to cause you any harm?" he was so afraid that he might had hurt her.
"No, silly," she smiled at him taking the hand that was on her cheek and kissing its palm. "I said I'm not feeling well because I can't even describe how amazing I am," when those words left her mouth he relaxed. "When I was upstairs, I tried to put my finger on it so I could put it down into my journal. I wanted to write it down so one day I can go back to it and make sure that it was real. That the best moments of my entire existence were real."
She lightly stroked his face. "But all I could write was Dear Diary – I could not find the right words. That is how I'm feeling, Elijah. And I wish I could tell you exactly how but I can't."
"Oh, my dear Elena, I know how you are feeling because I am experiencing it as well. In a thousand of years I have walked this Earth I have not felt anything like it. Like you," he said and kissed her.
"Now, sit down and enjoy your breakfast."
"Are you gonna sit with me?" she asked pointing at the bar stole next to her passing a place with some pancakes his way.
"Yes, Elena, I would love to," he sat down and loosened the buttons on his shirt rolling up the sleeves.
"Syrup?" she asked.
"Yes, please," he answered and stroked her hair down her back kissing her as her chin went up to his lips.