So, am I just writing this for myself or what? I got four reviews on the last chapter...FOUR. If no one is interested, I'll wrap this up sooner than I intended. But, I think you all will like this chapter ;)

Warning: smut below! If you're not comfortable reading it, then you might just want to skip this entire chapter. Ha.

Enjoy!

Chapter 10

"Elena, there was no need to walk me to the car. I could have gotten it myself," Elijah said softly as he walked next to her on the sidewalk.

She sighed, "I know, I just had to get out of there. It's hard being around everyone."

His brows furrowed as he took in her disheveled appearance. Sure, she looked absolutely beautiful tonight, but something felt off with her. Her eyes, usually so bright and happy, seemed to be lacking something immensely. He stopped on the sidewalk, pulling her arm slightly to bring her to a halt as well, "Elena, are you not happy?"

Elena shrugged, "I don't know anymore. I mean, I love Damon, but something's different now. I just don't know what." She looked down at the shoes Finn bought her and smiled slightly, "I miss Finn, I miss you."

"I never went anywhere," he said gently, a small smile forming on his lips as he brushed away a strand of hair from Elena's face, "I just wanted you to have enough time to yourself to figure out what you wanted."

She shook her head, her chestnut hair flying in disarray, "But I still don't know what I want," she took a deep breath and looked away, "I don't want to go back to Mystic Falls and I know that's what Damon wants to do. I can't be around it anymore."

"Where do you want to go?"

Elena turned towards Elijah slowly, a smile plastered across her face, "I want to stay here. I feel happy here."

Elijah cupped her cheek delicately, "Then stay. You can stay here and I'll make sure that no one bothers you while you stay. I give you my word, Elena."

"Elijah, I…" She couldn't form words anymore. She had tried and tried to deny any sort of feelings that she felt towards him, but she couldn't.

Elena grabbed him by his suit lapels and pulled him tight against her body before crashing her lips against his. She didn't care if the whole French Quarter saw her kissing Elijah; it's what she wanted. What she needed.

His hands went to her face, cradling it between his strong hands. He knew it was wrong to kiss a girl who was committed to another, but it just felt so damn right. Their lips moved perfectly against each other as if they had always been together. His mind was reeling with what was happening, but he couldn't stop kissing her. He needed her lips, her touch.

When it finally hit Elijah that they were standing in the middle of the sidewalk in plain sight, he pulled away before placing another soft kiss against her lips, "Elena, I'm-"

Her eyes widened as the shock set in. She let go of his suit and embarrassment flooded her beautiful features, "Oh my God, Elijah, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"It's just the wrong time, princess," he murmured, his mouth quirked in an understanding smile. He kissed her forehead as he slipped the keys out of her pocket, "You can come see me at the Compound whenever you wish. Please, take care of yourself, Elena."

After Damon and Elena said goodnight to Stefan and Caroline, they trudged up to their hotel room. Damon, of course, was excited for the events to come. While Elena was still confused as to why she kissed Elijah. She couldn't tell Damon, it would destroy him and she just couldn't do that.

"What's wrong, baby?" Damon asked, sliding his arms around her waist and kissing down the column of her throat.

She shook her head, "Nothing." She turned in his arms and kissed his lips urgently, "I just missed you."

He smirked at the desire lacing her voice, "Come on, baby. Let's go put that bed to use."

Damon pulled her into the bedroom, slipping off her dress as she kicked off her shoes. She stood before him in a matching set of red lingerie, her hands fidgeting slightly before they went to his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Elena tried to cover her nerves, but she hadn't done this in so long that she forgot the steps. She figured that both of them being naked was a good guess and she went with that. Once he was fully undressed, he gently pushed her down on the bed, flicking her bra elsewhere before her back even hit the mattress.

"You are so beautiful," he sighed, pressing kisses to her breasts and stomach, slowly trailing down to the top of her panties, "I've missed you so much."

She smiled, her voice slightly strained, "I've missed you, too, Damon."

He slipped off her panties and started to kiss up her thighs when she redirected him to her mouth. She didn't want that right now, it would give her more time to think than she wanted.

He whined slightly in protest, "I haven't tasted you in so long, 'Lena. Please?"

Elena scrambled, trying to think of a viable reason to deny him, "I just want you inside me. There will be more time for that later, okay?"

He smirked and kissed her collarbone as he settled himself between her legs, "Mm, you're right, kitten. You always are."

She silently thanked Elijah for her previous arousal as Damon pushed inside of her in one thrust. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and prayed that he would be finished relatively soon.

"God, baby. You're so tight," he panted against her neck as his thrusts grew more forceful.

"I haven't been with anyone…since you…" she mumbled, bracing herself against the headboard as his groan voiced his approval.

Elena wanted desperately to feel something, anything, in response to what he was doing to her. But it seemed as if her body was just on autopilot as her mind wandered away from her. Normally she would be moaning and whining at every thrust, wanting more and more until she tumbled over the edge. But that edge was nowhere in sight.

She thought that their reunion would help her decide that she was being stupid about Damon, but it didn't. She could tell that he was desperately trying to hold his own orgasm at bay so she could climax before him.

His blue eyes gazed down at her lovingly and for the first time in their entire relationship, she wished that it were brown eyes staring back at her.

Elena brushed his sweaty raven hair away from his handsome face and pulled him into a kiss as she whispered, "Come with me, Damon. Please."

He nodded, thrusting into her as hard as he could. She bit her lip and tensed her body against him as his seed flooded her womb. He groaned her name as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. She let out a soft moan, unable to give much more than that.

She, Elena Gilbert, had just faked an orgasm with the almighty Damon Salvatore.

That had to be a first.

A couple rounds later, Damon lay perfectly still on the bed. His soft snores did nothing to soothe Elena to sleep. Her body screamed at her for a release as the ache between her thighs grew more pronounced. After the first time, she had tried to enjoy herself with Damon, but she just couldn't. Her body couldn't reach where it desperately needed to go.

Without much thought, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and quickly dressed in a pair of jeans and a tank top. She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her purse before slipping out of the hotel room and leaving the sleeping Damon curled up behind her.

Elena wasn't really sure where she was going, but her feet led her to the biggest building in New Orleans. Unknowingly, she had followed a scent that made her feel at home.

Before she knew what she was doing, she knocked on the large door, hoping that whatever was inside could help her. When the door swung open she nearly cried in relief.

The man haunting her dreams opened the door and she nearly tackled him to the floor.

Elijah held her up easily, a smile on his mouth, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Elena?"

Instead of answering, her mouth found his and she kissed him hard. She allowed all of her sexual frustration to flow through their joined mouths in hopes that he would understand.

He placed one hand under her shapely ass and the other against the back of her neck, holding her tight to him. She carefully wrapped her lithe legs around his waist and tangled her tongue with his, needing the closeness he was offering.

Elena felt the air move around them before they were standing in what she assumed was his bedroom. He dropped her gracefully onto the bed before hovering over her and trailing kisses down her jaw and throat.

She clawed at his clothes, desperately wanting him naked. He chuckled at her antics before he stood and began undressing. Elena didn't waste any time as she stripped off her own clothes, leaving her clad in just a pair of lace panties.

Elijah haphazardly folded his clothes before returning to her and she nearly drooled. She knew that underneath that suit he was all man, but damn. This was more than she ever anticipated.

He growled as he took in the sight of her on his bed. His eyes roamed over her naked breasts before moving to her panties. He stepped forward and nearly ripped them off in one tug. She gasped as the fabric tore from her skin.

Elijah grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor between her legs. He trailed kisses up her leg and stopped at the apex of her thighs, inhaling her sweet scent. His tongue swiped from her dripping entrance to her swollen clit, making her hips buck off the bed in response.

"Elijah!" Her gasp of surprise slowly turned into a moan and her fingers tangled in his normally impeccable hair.

He merely smirked in response. His attention was focused on giving the woman of dreams the pleasure that she deserved. He knew that she needed it and he was more than happy to oblige.

He sucked on her clit delicately as he slowly eased two fingers into her, curling them to hit that spot deep inside her. He felt her grip his hair tighter and pull him closer as her thighs shook. When he realized that she was trying to hold back, he moved his thumb to her clit as he looked up at her, "Come for me, princess. Let go."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a feral moan ripped itself free from her chest. She tried to clamp her legs closed, but he held them open; his mouth returning to her clit as he continued thrusting his fingers inside her slowly to prolong her orgasm. He was quick to swallow every drop of her nectar, relishing in the fact that she was the most amazing thing he had ever tasted in his life.

Elijah kissed her thighs softly as he crawled back up her shaking body. He placed a kiss to her temple before smiling widely, "Are you okay?"

A giggle bubbled out of her and she looked at him with wide doe eyes, "I'm perfect," he nodded in agreement as she gently thrust her hips up to his, "And I'm not nearly finished with you, yet."

He braced one hand beside her head to support his weight as his other hand guided his straining cock into her tight heat. He stopped at the entrance, looking down at her, "Are you sure you want this?"

Elena nodded her head as fast as she could," 'Lijah, please. I need you."

He growled at her words before finally pushing inside of her.

They both moaned in unison as her tight walls stretched to accommodate his size. He allowed her to adjust to him before he began thrusting softly.

The way she looked was the most beautiful that Elijah had ever seen her before. Her long hair was splayed around her face, her chocolate eyes were hidden by her eyelids and her perfect mouth formed an 'o' that made him kiss her delicately.

She felt like every inch of her body was on fire as he thrust into her. It was a slow burning fire and her body desperately wanted everything that was Elijah.

"Oh my God, 'Lijah…" she moaned against his mouth, meeting every push of his hips with her own. He was hitting places inside of her that she didn't even know existed until now.

A warm feeling started in Elena's stomach and she knew that she was close. Her moaning had become louder as Elijah's thrusts increased, wanting her to come before him. She felt the coil snap low in her belly as waves of pleasure overtook her. She felt her fangs elongate and before she had time to realize what she was doing, she sank her fangs into Elijah's neck, drawing his blood in long pulls as she orgasmed painfully hard against his perfect cock.

He had barely noticed her fangs before he tumbled over the edge. His orgasm raced through him as he buried himself inside of her in one last thrust. They both slowly rode out the pleasure of their orgasms as he filled her fully with his warm seed.

Elena pulled her fangs out of her neck and moaned at the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her body still trembled as she pulled his lips to her own, kissing him languidly.

He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and rolled off of her, cradling her to his side. He brushed his fingers up and down her naked spine as he smiled, "That was…perfect."

She nodded before she realized what she had done. She looked up at him questioningly, "I bit you."

Elijah shrugged in indifference, "I don't mind, princess. My blood is what you wanted and I was more than happy to give it to you."

"I've never bit anyone before…" she mumbled against his chest, embarrassed.

"And I've never been bit before," he returned softly, tilting her face up to gaze in her chocolate depths, "But that doesn't bother me. You are more than welcome to do whatever you want to me. I have no objections."

She kissed him gently, "I'm sorry for…jumping you."

Elijah grinned at her, "I'm just thankful Niklaus didn't answer the door. I wouldn't want you jumping into bed with just anyone."

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~Grace