Author's Note: So, I am late and I know it. But I borrowed my mother's computer so that I could post this for you guys. This is actually a chapter that wasn't going to be added in. What will be "Chapter Nine" was supposed to be this chapter. But I decided I really wanted this to be in here. So, here you lovelies are! Please let me know what you guys think. And if you're an American reader, Happy Thanksgiving loves!
bulldozed88: Elena and Ava bonding? I think YES. And yes, Ava is already very much attached to Elena. As for Elena's background, you'll get to it in two chapters I think? I'm pretty sure it's chapter ten that her history is aired out some. Excited yet? lol
siberia21: Personally, the Damon bit was my favorite of chapter 7. I was so amused whilst writing it.
Moonlight Unicorn: The flirty bar banter was just, my favorite part honestly. That and the obvious sexual tension on Elijah's part. Poor Elena hasn't been bothered too much...yet. *hint hint* As I told bulldozed88, Elena's story is set to come out in a couple chapters. Unless random inspiration strikes me and I and I randomly write another filler chapter like this one.
HCookie: You know, I honestly didn't think anyone would think Katherine was the mom. Wouldn't it be a little weird for Elijah if his sister's best friend was the identical twin to his baby momma? I actually debated on having it be some random woman, but I really dislike Hayley so I was like...why not. xD
Warning: Rated M for language and future scenes of the sexual nature.
Elena stepped out of her vehicle, slamming the door shut behind her before starting towards the door of the Mikaelson's home. She was supposed to meet Elijah here and they were going to go pick up the painting supplies for his house.
She tested the door, and when she found it unlocked, she walked on in. She glanced in the living room, but upon not seeing anyone, she headed on towards the kitchen.
As she stepped into the room, she froze. Elijah stood at the island, drinking a cup of coffee. But that wasn't what made her stop in her tracks. What made her stop was the fact that he was shirtless, and his pajamas hung loosely from his hips.
Almost involuntarily, her eyes took in his firm chest, before following the well defined V that led to the top of his pants. But what got her the most, was the thin little happy trail that disappeared into his pants.
When she realized what she was doing her eyes snapped back to his face, and she flushed with embarrassment when his gaze met hers. He raised an eyebrow before taking another sip of his coffee.
"Uh...the um...the door...it was open." She stuttered, doing her best to avoid making eye contact anymore.
"Rebekah must have left it open when she left for work. No matter, just let me go upstairs and get dressed." He said, placing his coffee down on the counter.
"I'll be down in a minute."
And he was gone, and Elena could breathe again. She run a hand through her hair, trying to get the mental image of Elijah shirtless and...well kinda sexy out of her mind. She couldn't let herself think like that. She would not let herself be attracted to Elijah.
With a sigh, Elena walked into the dining room. According to Rebekah, Caroline had stolen the table to use for all her many wedding plans. Elena shook her head with a laugh, and started flipping through the pages of stuff.
She noticed that while Caroline had managed to keep all of the founding families included, she had also managed to seat the Lockwood's as far from Elena as possible. Sure Mason wouldn't be there, but the rest of his family would, and that was bad enough.
"Are you ready?" Elijah spoke from the doorway, causing Elena to turn around.
"You look odd," she said automatically, before she flushed again when Elijah raised an eyebrow.
"I just mean that I've only ever saw you in a suit. You in jeans and a T-shirt are odd." She said, shaking her head. She was managing to make a real ass of herself today. She didn't know what it was, but she didn't like it.
"Are you ready?" He asked with a chuckle. Apparently he found this all amusing.
"Yeah," Elena said, hurrying towards the front door. Maybe once they were outside it would be different.
"You car or mine?" He asked once they got outside in the driveway.
"We can just take yours, you probably have more room for stuff than I do." She said, before following him to the car.
Elena stood on the stool Elijah had purchased at the hardware store as she carefully painted around the edges of the window. She kept the edges neat as she did so, her thoughts absorbed entirely into the job she was doing.
Elijah had left a while earlier to grab them something to eat, because they'd left the Mikaelson house almost five hours ago.
When a faster best song came on the radio she had set up in the room, Elena grinned. She started moving her hips in time with the music, nodding her head to the beat.
"Maybe I should stopped by earlier," a voice said from behind her, causing Elena to jump and nearly fall off of the stool.
She spun around, seeing Klaus leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed his chest as he smirked in amusement.
"You could have made me fall," she said, narrowing her eyes at him as she stepped down from the stool and placed the bowl of paint where she's just been standing.
"You were the one dancing around like an idiot." He grinned, reached out and rubbing some paint off of her forehead.
"Because I didn't think anyone would be watching." She shot back, slapping his hand away as she brushed passed him and started towards the kitchen. "You want something to drink?" She added as she stopped in front of the cooler she had brought earlier.
"No thank you. I just stopped to see how it was coming along. When you finish Ava's room, I am supposed to start on a mural." He said leaning against the counter.
"What are you going paint?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.
"I'm not sure yet. Elijah told me to just 'do whatever looked best'. So I've been drawing up some ideas."
"Sounds like fun," she laughed, taking a sip from her bottle of water.
"Oh yeah. It's so much easier when people tell me what they want, because I know they will at least like the idea of it." He shrugged.
"Well come up with a couple rough sketches and make him choose what he likes best." Elena suggested.
"That would work," Klaus nodded thoughtfully.
"How is Care this morning? Bonnie told me she was going crazy about the flowers or something." Elena asked, tilting her head.
Klaus groaned and rubbed his face. "She's stressed. She doesn't want to call you and bother you because she knows you're busy watching Ava, but sometimes Bonnie is too...mellow to really deal with Caroline."
"I mean, I'm her maid of honor, and I accepted the position. Therefore I accepted the responsibility of helping her with flower breakdowns. I wish she would just call me." Elena said, shaking her head.
Klaus laughed, "You know how she is. Next time she's having a 'breakdown', I will make a point to let you know so that you can save the day." He smirked in her direction.
Elena grinned, thinking about how her and Klaus had become as close as they had. It was true that when they first met, that she had slapped him and tossed her drink on him. So when him and Caroline became more serious it was hard for her to admit that she'd been wrong. Even after she had done so, things were still weird. He was standoffish, and wouldn't hardly give her the time of day.
Until he'd found her having a panic attack in the middle of town. She'd just run into Masons nephew who had sought her out to let her know his uncle was in town. Tyler Lockwood had been her friend when they were in school, and he had taken Elena's side in most of the arguments.
After he had warned her that Mason was looking for her, she'd rushed across the square towards her car. Before she could get there, her anxiety had spiked and she started hyperventilating.
She had been bent over, leaning against the fountain when Klaus found her. He had quickly realized what happened and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her back against his chest. He talked her through it, helping her to calm her breathing with his own.
Afterwards, he'd drove her home, and she had told him bits and pieces of her story. After that, things had been different. It had still taken them awhile to get where they were, but slowly they'd become as close as they were now.
Elena watched as Elijah carefully painted the wall, his clothing and skin completely void of paint. Unlike herself. She had paint on her hands, under her fingernails, on her forehead, and all over her clothes. But that was just how she operated. She watched him for a minute more before she smirked.
"Hey Elijah, you have a little paint..." she said, vaguely gesturing towards his face.
Elijah reached up, rubbing his face as he tried to wipe off the nonexistent paint.
"No, not there..." she said, watching as he moved to another section. "Not there either..."
As he moved to another, she did her best to hold back a giggle. She stepped closer and raised the hand with the paintbrush in it.
"It's like...right here." she said, dabbing a big smudge of wet paint on his face.
She giggled as he gasped, and stared at her. He quickly wiped the majority of the paint off, and reached for her own face. She ducked under his arm, going around him as she narrowly avoided the paint covered hand.
"I'm going to get you." he said, quickly wrapping his arm around her waist from behind. He picked her up easily, and walked her towards the bucket of paint that sat on the stool.
"No, don't you dare." she said, shaking her head as she tried to wiggle free.
"Oh I think I will," he laughed, dipping his fingers in before bringing them to her face. He smeared the liquid down her face, jaw, and neck before he reached her collarbone. "I think that's a great start."
"No, I only got you once." She laughed, still trying to wiggle from his grasp. She'd completely underestimated how strong he was, and there was almost not chance of her escaping.
"You think I care? You shouldn't have started it if you couldn't handle it." Elijah laughed, reaching towards the paint bucket again.
Elena laughed, using her free hand that had been pulling at his arm, to reach into the bucket herself. She reached behind her and ran the paint through his hair, twisting her face away as he tried to once again smear it across her face.
Neither of them noticed when a glob of paint fell onto the plastic covering the floor as they wrestled against each other. But when Elijah's foot slid through the puddle, they fell into the floor. Elena laughed, rolling onto the floor beside him as he finally released her.
"Well, I dare say if it's always like this when painting with you, I can see why you find it enjoyable." Elijah laughed, turning his head to look at her.
"Oh yes, a good paint fight is absolutely mandatory." She smirked, before looking towards his hair. "I think that periwinkle looks amazing on you..." she grinned.
"I'm sure it does." He laughed, reaching up and running his hand through his hair. "We're going to have so much fun getting the paint out of our hair."
Elena giggled, reaching up and feeling her hair. It was true, both of them had paint coating their hair, and all over their faces. But she couldn't find it in herself to be the least bit upset about it.
Thanks to: StellaBaby, Marvelgirl626, Aria Daughter of Chaos, HCookie, siberia21, bulldozed88, Moonlight Unicorn, nyan4ever, Guest, and Aly for the reviews on chapters six and seven. Obviously, some of you reviewed twice, but I decided to only put the name once. But I greatly appreciate the reviews. We've almost reached sixty. That's pretty amazing to me. Thank you guys so much for your support!
