Chapter 6:

He didn't even get to see her new tattoo before he was pressed against the wall with his shirt unbuttoned and his belt coming off. "Elena…" His throaty groan escaped his lips as she put a finger against his mouth. "I'm not going to be quiet because my family's downstairs." He told her with the most serious look in his eyes. "It's just not going to happen." She rolled her eyes as she peeked her head out of the door.

"Okay, folks…party's over, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here. Goes for you too Matt, just leave." She squealed the last words as Klaus picked her up and threw her over his shoulder before throwing her into their bed. His foot kicked the door close with a loud slam. His knees were on either side of her stomach as he removed his shirt off his arms and leaned down to kiss her. Their lips hadn't collided with such passion since the night she informed him they weren't having sex anymore. "You know," She moved her hand through his hair, "I do love you."

"I love you…" He returned as he helped her take off her shirt, "Far more than you will ever know." They were torn between wanting to rip each other's clothes off and wanting to bask in their love. She would be perfectly content just looking at him. He never gave her the chance to stop and look at how beautiful he was anymore. Of course, their sex drives were at overload and if they wanted to make it out alive they would have to break the smoldering stare contest and resume what they really ached for.

Her eyelids fluttered as his lips touched her neck tenderly, the slightest pressure from his teeth grazing her skin. They were sharp to the touch, extended as his control started to melt away. Her fingers pulled at the revealed part of his boxer shorts, "You know I want you." She said much like her recent statement. She then corrected herself, "You know I need you." He seemed to be at a loss for words because his breathing seemed to change when she unbuttoned his pants with those manicured nimble fingers. This was actually happening. He couldn't begin to wrap his head around the excitement he was feeling for the affair. Her hands gripped his pockets, running her hand over the bulge in his pants for a mere second before she started pulling down his pants with agonizing slowness. One…two…three…four tugs and then they hit the floor at the end of their bed.

Her pretty little fingers ran up his back as she curved her body into his so he could put his hand behind her back. "Found it." He touched the whelped skin, hearing her hiss a little at his touch even though he was trying to be delicate. "I want to see it."

She wiggled from underneath him, turning her back to face the headboard so he could see an example of drunkenness. He didn't say anything but she could feel his hot gaze on her along with the sensual sound of his breathing. "That turn you on?" She asked seductively as she turned around and faced him.

"More than you'd think." His hands found themselves at her hips as he slid her underneath him once more. "Hmm now I feel like I have to return the favor."

"Don't let Kol do it." She told him, "Seriously…you'd end up being my bitch with Matt."

"I feel like I already am." He mumbled before she hit him playfully with a balled fist. He pretended it hurt even when she knew it didn't. "New Orleans looks good on you." He mused as he played with her hair, "Very good."

"So, were you for real? We're really going to get his and her tattoos?" She asked, "Because I already have mine."

"I don't see why not." Klaus shrugged, "I already love you and everything…why not let other people know that when you're streaking through the park at 2:03 in the morning."

"That was a very specific time…wait." She looked at him with wide eyes, "How did you find out?"

He rolled his eyes, "Believe it or not I like to know that you're okay and the people I have watching you found it rather odd that my brother and my girlfriend like to run around naked with each other."

"I can explain." She tried to say.

"No need, sweetheart. I smelt it when I walked through the door." He kissed her lips one time before he said, "I'm tired of talking." She became hypnotized by the sounds of their kisses, each one longer than the other and more charged with energy she didn't even know she had in that hour. She rapidly removed any clothing that came between them. She felt his length against her leg as she pushed herself up against him again like she had before.

At this point, she didn't care that it stung when he touched her tattoo- because he was touching it a lot. His artistic fingers traced it over and over again as they embraced each other tightly. It'd been way too long since their bodies were naked against one another. He didn't have a word for it except utter emptiness. He instantly realized that she wanted him to erase that emptiness and fill her as much as he possibly could when she said, "What are you waiting for?" Those once innocent eyes looking into his own with so much desire she could fill the universe. Her arms circled his neck, trying her hardest to pull him closer to her.

His response was returned with a heavy gasp, "Oh my god." Klaus didn't mean to think out loud, it sort of just slipped out. He never believed the research that claimed a woman's walls become "tighter" when there was a lack of sex but of course, she felt tighter around him. A moan escaped her pursed-lipped mouth as he started to push into her the way she wanted him to. She quivered underneath him as she took in the full amorous movements of his hips. Her leg moved up his calf until her heel dug into his back. The angle in which he was thrusting into her made her want to scream but she resisted the urge. Her hands balled up the sheets in which her back was moving against. She was straining to keep her eyes opened so she could look at him but he was making it really difficult.

Her heel pressed deeper into him until he started to become more forceful with each push. His hand gripped the headboard to stop it from hitting the wall repeatedly as their moans and groans filled the room. She watched his arm flex as he tried to control the way the bed moved underneath their grinding bodies, but she soon reached for his hands- pretty much saying screw the wall- entwining their fingers as she arched her back. "Klaus…" she cried desperately as he continued to increase his pace within her. She finally gave into her natural instinct to close her eyes and scream into his chest. Then he did the meanest thing- he slowed down. "No." She whined, "Baby please no."

His hand tucked her hair behind her ear as he kissed her. He moved tantalizingly slow but still exerted his shaft deep in her. Her eyes remained closed as her body simultaneously moved with his. She released her grip on his back and his hands because he wanted to pin her down underneath him. He wanted to control her rather than the previous arrangement. One hand held her wrist together, he looked pleased with himself as she gently moaned his unique name. He lowered himself on her, his head almost in the nook of her neck as his hot breath warmed her skin further than the friction they caused. It was now his choice, and his choice alone, that controlled the speed of which he rode her. She didn't seem to mind.

He remained slow for a while, easing himself in and out- getting soft, steady moans and breaths against his skin but then he became overwhelmed by the urge to finally climax. He didn't hurry and shift his pace too quickly, he built up to it and watched as her face changed. Her chest pushing up and then coming down when he finally achieved his desired speed. She grabbed his hair once he released her wrist, pulling his lips down to crash against her own even though she kept breaking the kiss to scream his name.

She was getting so close to the perfect ecstasy, an ecstasy so powerful that it outweighed or blackout drunk nights with Kol by the billions. She was completely his to destroy in that moment if he so desired. She would do anything for that feeling to never leave her senses but it came and went just a soon as it started in her book. Klaus was more than surprised to find that upon her reaching that special moment, every candle in the bedroom lit up at dangerous heights. She laughed as she finished screaming his name at the light their love had created. It only made him find his own orgasmic moment, his hot breath against her as he groaned her name into her skin.

Moments passed before he found the strength to roll off of her body onto his side of the bed. His breathing still rugged like her own, he said. "So, uh, what's your name again?" She once more hit him with that playful punch as he laughed loudly. He then said more sincerely, "That was amazing, Elena…worth the wait."

"Really? I was thinking the exact opposite." She watched his eyebrows crinkle as he tried to figure out what was so bad about what just happened, "No…Klaus obviously the sex was fantastic- I was just here thinking why did we ever stop? We speak the language of love making, sweetheart."

"That, we do." He agreed. "It's almost dark out…you sure slept in late."

"Please don't remind me of the events of last night…I can't bare to think of the mess I made." She groaned, "I don't want to clean up the house."

"Make your tattoo artist do it." He said, "He probably made the majority of the mess anyway."

"I can't believe I have a tattoo…what's Alaric going to think?"

"He's going to think, damn my teenager's a badass." Klaus pulled her to him until they were officially spooning. He kissed her hair, "How is Alaric?" Elena wanted to choke- it completely slipped her mind that Alaric was engaged.

"Engaged, actually." She nodded, already feeling his mental cringe at the thought of the "M" word. "A little quick, right?"

"Definitely." Good thing she was faced way from Klaus so he couldn't see her frown. She didn't even know why she let it get to her so much. Did she honestly want to be married to Klaus at 18? Or was it the fact that she wanted the human experience and humans got married a young ages…? The only thing comforting about young marriage is it usually ends in an early divorce and she definitely didn't want to go through the legality of marriage and then divorce- not that she ever foresaw herself separating from Klaus.

She changed the subject with, "I can't believe I have a freaking tattoo."

"Don't worry…I'll get one to match yours but I'm definitely not putting it where you did." His said, "I don't think I could pull it off as well as you."

"At least these last few days will make confession a lot more fun."