Angel: I'm hoping you'll enjoy this one too. There may or may not be ass kicking, but I can't guarantee that Elijah will know about it…at first. Yes, I'll go further into the Mina bit in this chapter.
Guest: Thank you for the encouraging words.
JMHUW: Yes, I can't imagine she'd be able to handle him better than the others (her being untrained and all). Elena won't be informing the rest of his family about her desire. She won't have a chance to. You'll read the Kol/Elena conversation in this one, and I hope I don't disappoint. As for the other thing she was going to address, that will be added in this chapter as well.
Ellie: I was hoping that bit would go over well without making Elijah look weak. The Kol/Mina bit will be addressed further in this chapter.
Beverlie: Thank you for reading.
Eva: They'll finish it in this chapter, as you already know.
Epic: Thank you. I hope you'll enjoy this one as well.
Kara: I'll mention them a little more in this, but more dreams will follow. I'm glad to hear that you like them. I hope this chapter will give you some more insight into Elena's feelings, but there will be more to follow.
Fiat: She will not be becoming her, that I will promise you.
Giraffe: I was hoping to hear back from you on this, but I was too excited and I couldn't wait. I hope you like it.
Guest: I am so sorry about the wait. I hope that with things finally settling down in the real world I'll be able to get back to writing.
Evermore: Elijah is still Elena's mate. As great as an idea would it before the both of them, I'm Elejah all the way.
Nahida: Oh don't worry, I will be finishing it.
Guest: I hadn't either, but someone that I post with on a TVD site mentioned it and I ran with it. I can only hope that I do it justice. Finn and Caroline won't be mates, but I will explore their relationship.

Author's Note: I hope you guys are still hanging around! Moving is done and so is most of the unpacking. I've painted and I think things are ready to settle down, and hopefully I can place more attention on the story. Also, big thanks to Eva. You're my star! This chapter is dedicated to you!

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters familiar to TVD.

Oh, and smut is ahead. If you aren't of age, you probably shouldn't be reading.

Chapter 10

"So… I hear that you've had a lot to think about," Caroline hedged as she met up with Bonnie for breakfast.

"Elena told you?"

Caroline shook her head in negative. "No." Once upon a time she would have been insulted about hearing such information through a third party, but she'd long since tired of being placed in the middle of her friends; even if it was often her own decision. She wished that she could counsel both of them and urge them in the 'right' direction, but she wouldn't be the one forced to live with the consequences, no matter how Bonnie's decision fell.

Bonnie sighed. "I don't know what to do," she confessed after a moment. "I love Elena, but it's like…the last two years we've been through so much because of her, lost so much."

"She's lost just as much if not more so," Caroline wisely reminded her friend. "And we kind of knew what we were getting into when we decided to stay involved." No, the lame fell on each individual. "And yeah, things have changed and sometimes they suck, but I wouldn't change it."

"Nothing?" Bonnie asked, focusing on Caroline's choice of word.

She knew exactly what Bonnie was eluding to and shook her head with a sigh of resignation. "It's not like I grew up wanting to become this. I mean, what little girl grows up wanting to be turned into a vampire," she dropped her voice into a whisper so as not to be overheard. "But this whole new world has been opened up to me." When her friend appeared anxious to speak, she continued on. "And seriously, could you see me driving a mini-van and doing the whole 'mom' thing?"

"Yeah," Bonnie breathed sadly. "I can...could," she corrected. "But it's different, Caroline."

Her amusement tapered off quickly. "In what way?"

"Your life was ripped from you when Katherine murdered you. You're not offering yourself on some silver platter like Elena is."

"No. But that doesn't change the fact that I like my life now. I like who I've become…because we both know that if things hadn't gone down the way they did, I would probably be even more superficial and snobby than I used to be." It was sad, but it was the truth. "I get that you have issues with this whole thing, but it isn't as if Elena is flippant about this." Elena struggled with the knowledge that her human life was forfeit. "And it's not as if she really has a choice in this…not really. Her life hasn't been her own since the day her parents died." Placing a supportive hand over Bonnie's she continued. "You and Elena were always close…much closer than you and I ever were."

"Caroline-" Bonnie broke in, feeling the need to make an excuse.

The blonde shook her head. "It's okay," she excused. She didn't blame Bonnie for that. When they were growing up, she and Bonnie were so different from one another, and Elena was always a buffer for them. "Because Elena's my best friend too, and because of that, I'll support her no matter what."

"Way to make me sound like I don't care…" Bonnie muttered unhappily. Though it didn't take Caroline for her to realize that. She hadn't been there for Elena the way she should have…and she had no one to blame but herself for that.

Caroline sighed. "You know I didn't mean it like that," she excused. "I've never understood this natural aversion that you have for vampires." Once upon a time, it hurt her more than she liked to think on. However, once the witch had grown used to her status, she no longer worried. "I guess I see others for who they are, not what they are. And just because you don't, it doesn't make you a bad person, Bonnie." Because aside from that, Bonnie was a good person. "But you can't hold it over Elena for the rest of your life. If you can't accept her for everything she is or will be, then you need to cut her out of your life for good…because it's not fair to her or you. But if you do that, are you prepared to throw away a lifelong friendship because you were too stubborn to consider a different way of thinking?" She watched her friend grow more quiet and withdrawn with each passing phrase. "I didn't mean to upset you," she apologized in a soft voice.

"You didn't," Bonnie denied, forcing a smile on her face. "But do you think we could change the topic of our conversation for the duration of breakfast?"

Caroline easily agreed.

"So what did you do yesterday? You text me that Matt ditched your plans for the movies and then I didn't hear anything. I sort of expected you to stop by."

"I was intending to. But you'll never guess who I ran into…Elijah's brother, Finn. He'd never been to the movies before." She continued to tell her friend about the time she spent with the Original.

"Do you…like him?" Bonnie stumbled over her words, honestly confused ever Caroline's story.

"No," Caroline denied easily.

"Are you sure? Because you sort of sounded like you were gushing."

"I was not gushing over Finn Mikaelson," the blonde denied.

"'And he was so funny. You should have seen the look on his face,'" Bonnie imitated.

"I do not sound like that," Caroline scoffed, a little offended by the imitation. "And…Finn's different than how I thought he would be. I had fun yesterday, Bonnie. And being with him is…I can be myself around him. I don't worry about impressing him and I'm not worrying about doubting his thoughts."

Bonnie frowned. "I'm losing my best friends to…the first vampires in existence," she whispered. Caroline could deny her feelings all she wanted, she'd seen that look on her friends' face before.

"You haven't lost anyone. The only way you'll lose Elena is if you let your pride do the thinking. And you haven't lost me either. It'll take more than one afternoon at the movies to capture my heart. Besides, I don't even know what Finn thinks about yesterday."

"But you're curious…" It was a statement, not a question.

Caroline offered a nonchalant shrug, or what she hoped was nonchalant. "I don't know," she admitted. But she knew that she wanted to spend more time with him. Pausing, she studied the girl across the table.

"What?" It wasn't difficult to miss the curiosity playing behind the blonde's eyes.

"I was just wondering…and this sort of goes back to the conversation you don't want to talk about anymore," she hedged uncomfortably. She shifted in her seat, waiting for her friend to give her the okay before she continued on. "I told you about Finn and you didn't react as badly as I thought you would."

"I'm not ecstatic about it, if that's what you're wondering."

"But you're so weary about Elena and her tie to Elijah…" Did she really need to explain it further?

Setting down the menu, a weary sigh escaped her mouth. "Because Caroline, I…I don't feel as if I have to worry about you. You've been transitioned for a while, and I know the sort of person you are. But Elena…what if she allows Elijah and his siblings to influence her?"

Caroline couldn't bite back her scoff of disbelief. "Elena's one of the strongest people I know."

"She can be," Bonnie allowed. "But I also saw her with Damon and Stefan and the way they would dictate things. And they were always able to coerce her into things. How do we know that Elijah won't do that or that one of his siblings won't?"

The blonde shook her head. "Elijah wouldn't do that, and he wouldn't hesitate to stop someone else from doing so."

"And maybe he or they wouldn't mean to," Bonnie back peddled. "But how many times have they proved that they're above everything and everyone else? They would have no problem tweaking Elena to suit their needs and purposes." Had she explained that well enough? "I can't help but worry about that. Elena's in a whole new situation, and I…if it was Stefan or Damon she'd be tied to, I wouldn't worry because I'd know what to expect."

While the ultimate decision laid in Bonnie's hand, Caroline had hoped that she'd be able to influence her friend just a little bit. However, as she studied the witch across from her, she knew that she'd failed.

He knew? How could he have known and not said anything? There had never been any outward knowledge on his part. How? By the way she'd reacted to him, he knew something was amiss with her. He had never so much as looked at her funny.

"Excuse me?" She asked, nearly scoffing at him. Had he always known?

"Shhh," he whispered, hoping to convey to her that they weren't alone. The last thing they needed was someone happening upon them during their conversation. If she expected answers, she wouldn't get them if she continued on.

How could he possibly expect her to remain quiet? "How? When did you…why didn't you…"

A smirk bit at his mouth as he watched her attempt to put meaning behind her thoughts.

"This isn't funny," she hissed.

He tilted his head. "I don't know…I think you're reaction is laughable," he taunted. He was sure that if he tried hard enough, he could envision her as a cartoon character with steam coming through her ears.

She narrowed her eyes on him. "How could you not say anything?"

"Oh, and if I hadn't just blurted it out, would you have said something? Don't think I didn't hear you make your excuse at first," he added pointedly, sobering up quickly. When Elena's anger dissipated, his annoyance fell back as well. He made his way to the mess she'd made and began picking up the broken china. "I didn't always know," he admitted.

"When did you find out?"

"My mother's letter made mention of your reincarnated past. She wrote briefly about Mina's arrangement with Elijah. And it was then that I saw a flash of her for the first time. A few memories have come back, though it isn't as if everything was unlocked."

"But you didn't say anything…"

"It isn't exactly a 'by the way,' sort of conversation," he shrugged. "Things were going on and I didn't think this was as important." No, he knew his excuse was weak. The truth was, he hadn't wanted to bring it up to Elena, he hadn't known how. "And then you never acted differently around me, so I knew you didn't remember, and I was…okay with being the only one that knew; figured it'd stay that way." He certainly didn't intend to mention it to Elena had she not made any inclination of knowing. Because Elena didn't just come as Elena, she came as Elena and Elijah, a packaged deal. And he hadn't been interested in inciting Elijah's anger over the truth!

She shook her head. "Maybe things were going on, but it was important. I was married to you in another life."

"Yeah, in another life," he agreed. "Christ, Elena, it's not like you and I are married."

"Given the fact that Mina's parents cursed her to live however many times it took for her and Elijah to get things right…and then to find out I, in a previous life, was married to my mate's brother," she shook her head.

"You're overthinking this," he replied calmly. "It isn't as if we belong in some Ancient Greek tragedy."

"No, but you really think this will help things? Elijah is-"

"Not going to be happy about this," Kol finished with a sigh. Straightening up, his eyes moved to the doorway and he hung his head in shame.

Frowning at him, Elena's eyebrows drew together in confusion.

"Oh, I think that's putting it mildly, don't you?" Rebekah demanded in a deadly calm voice. Moving out from the shadows, she entered the kitchen completely. "It appears that the two of you have some explaining to do, doesn't it?"

"Bex, it isn't how it sounds," Kol denied weakly.

"It's exactly how it sounds," Elena breathed sadly, standing tall when the blonde turned her expectant gaze on her. She opened her mouth to explain to Rebekah about her dreams and her conversation with Kol that morning, but he broke in before she could say a word.

"So, let me get this straight," Rebekah said after Kol finished explaining the situation. "You were married to Elena in another life and instead of telling Elijah, the two of you thought to hide it from him? Why would you do that?" She rubbed her forehead, if it was possible to suffer from a migraine, she'd have one because of the situation they found themselves in.

Kol offered her a pointed look. "Because I didn't want to deal with a pissed off and jealous brother."

"So lying was the better option?" She demanded of her brother. She shook her head at Kol. After hundreds of years with Elijah, how did he still not know how to deal with him?

"I didn't plan on telling anyone, and if Elena hadn't…" he ran a hand through his hair.

"A lie by omission is still a lie," she interrupted.

"Like you've never done that," Kol snorted, not appreciating the lecture by his sister, who was just as bad when it came to telling the truth. "Hello, pot, you're black."

Training her gaze on Elena, she pursed her lips and chose not to argue with her brother. "The moment you learned something, you should have said something to him. He deserves to know."

Elena nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip. "I will, and I planned to. I just…I didn't know if they really were married and I didn't want to upset him if I didn't have to," she denied, though to even her own ears, it was a weak excuse. "These stupid dreams have caused nothing but trouble."

However, before she could say anything else, Rebekah shot out of the room.

Listening to Elena, her thoughts traveled back to the last day Esther had been alive and the potion she'd given her to share with Elena and Elijah. Not bothering to spare her companions a second glance, she headed towards the table drawer she'd placed it in before grabbing it. Rushing back to the pair, she held out the vials and letter her mother left.

"I love my brother too much to be the one to break this to him," Rebekah explained. "And he deserves to hear the truth from you."

Elena nodded, though her attention was on the items Rebekah placed in her possession. "What is this?"

"The day that my mother died, she left this for you and my brother. I assume her letter will answer your questions better than mine could."

"O…kay…"

"Elena," she called out the brunette's name and waited for her attention before she continued on. "Don't wait to tell him. Because as much as you fear his reaction to this, it'll be ten times worse than if he were to stumble on it on his own."

Of that, Elena had no doubt. "Why are you being so nice about this?" A few months ago, the blonde would have done anything and used everything to come between them.

"Because so much has already happened and the last thing my brother needs right now is more heartache…don't read into it," she told the girl firmly. She took notice of the way Elena's shoulders dropped. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. "The last thing any of us need right now are more secrets."

Elena nodded demurely.

"Elena," Rebekah sighed, feeling both annoyed and regretful. The wounded expression on Elena's face bothered her more than she wanted to think on, and it annoyed her that she felt such a thing.

"And what are we discussing with such fervor this morning?" Klaus inquired stepping into the room.

Kol shook his head. "I need to shower."

"I need to track down Elijah," the human afforded quietly.

"You better hurry then, love. He's getting ready to leave."

Rebekah spun around to look at him. "Leaving? Where is he going?"

"We believe we have a witch that can help us with the hunter's curse," he shrugged. "We're going to track him down."

"Help in what way?" Kol asked, speaking for the women as well. "I thought that there was nothing that could-"

Klaus shook his head. "There isn't. However, if we could find a way to temporarily break the side effects, we might be able to make a move on him."

"Or we could use one of your hybrids to do the dirty work and be done with it," Rebekah suggested.

"Given Elijah's relationship with Elena, he's refused me access to her blood. No more blood…no more hybrids." And he wasn't willing to sacrifice the few remaining ones he had.

Slipping past the siblings, she made her way back upstairs. Stopping at Finn's room, she apologized for ruining his tea but assured him that either Rebekah or Kol would bring him a fresh cup.

"I really am sorry," she apologized.

He waved away her words. "Considering what I went through last night, that's the least of my worries. I appreciate the offer, but from what I understand from my brother, you don't know how to make a proper cup anyway."

Hearing the approaching footfalls behind her, she sighed. "That's because your brother is a snob."

"That's a bit harsh, isn't it?" Elijah asked, stepping up and locking his arms around her waist.

Leaning against him, she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. "Not if it's the truth," she denied weakly.

He tweaked her sides, making her jump in response. He placed a loving kiss against her temple, smiling at her response. "Elena," he sighed. "Klaus and I may have found a way to deal with Connor."

"I know, I ran into Klaus downstairs." Turning around in his embrace, she frowned. "When do you leave?"

"Sooner, rather than later," he excused. His brother was dead set on using their private jet, so it was just a matter of making sure it was completely prepared.

It wasn't what she'd been hoping to hear. She meant it when she said that she'd intended to talk to him about Mina's relationship with Kol, but this was hardly the time…was it? "Can I talk to you in private?" Lifting her up, she immediately wrapped her legs around him; giggling in response to his actions. "I can walk, you know." As an afterthought, she excused herself…and the Original holding her from Finn's room.

He nodded, never breaking his stride to the bedroom. "But I do so enjoy having your legs wrapped around me."

"You are such a guy," she pretended to be offended.

Shutting the door behind him, he spun around and used the door as leverage, holding her against it. "Yes I am, and you've never complained until now." He trailed kisses down her neck.

"No complaints," she denied, granting him full access to her neck. "I love you, Elijah."

"I know," he murmured in between kisses. "And I love you."

"I wanted to fight it," she whispered. When she felt him tense against her and stop lavishing her sensitive skin with kisses, she pulled his head up. "I…after everything we went through I doubted it, and then I didn't want it."

Why was she saying this? He already knew how she felt. It was his actions that led her down the path of questioning their bonding, and every time she mentioned it, he was reminded of his failure.

"It was when I was talking with Bonnie that I realized what I already knew. There is no fighting my bond to you, and I was stupid to even think I could." Shaking her head, she chuckled humorously. "Maybe I needed to believe I could control it so that I could find a way to move on…but I'm done fighting it." Framing his face in her hands, she placed a kiss on his mouth. "I love you. I don't want anyone else but you…I know what I feel, and I know that my love for you wasn't manufactured through a spell created a thousand years ago." She claimed his mouth again.

He easily fell into the kiss, deepening it. In one movement, he pulled her off of the surface of the door, using one hand to secure her appealing body against his. His other hand cradled the back of her head as his kiss intensified.

When lack of oxygen became an issue for her, she wrenched her mouth away from his. Kissing across his cheek and down his neck, she began licking and nipping every part of his exposed skin.

Her breathing became labored and Elijah felt his body responding to every breathy moan expelled from her body.

"Love me, Elijah, make love to me. I need you…I want you," she whispered into his ear.

He carried her to his bed. Laying her down as gently as possible, he stepped back and began shedding his clothes. For once he was thankful for Klaus' ostentatious taste and his decision to fly in their own private jet. They had no schedule to follow, and he planned to take his time with Elena. With practiced ease, he removed her pants and socks before gazing down on at her form.

His eyes devoured her form and she found herself wishing that she was, at the very least, wearing more suitable undergarments. The cotton underwear she'd chosen to wear that morning had been practical, but it was nowhere near sexy. "I'm sorry I wasn't dressed better for the occasion," she muttered.

She wasn't so much ashamed by her clothing as she was disappointed. Over the years, Elijah and Klaus had accumulated a vast amount of riches. She knew that her taste wasn't near up to par with his, and she accepted that. However, she'd lost count of how many times their reunion sex had played over in her mind. And while there weren't always candles and flower petals, her underwear was always so much more provocative than what currently adorned her body.

Resting a leg against his naked torso, he kissed her ankle. "Don't be," he denied in a gruff tone. "You're perfect, Elena." His hands traveled down further and he began massaging her legs. The movements weren't so much seductive as they were relaxing for her. With keen interest, he watched whatever lingering reservations melt away under his ministrations.

By the time his hands reached her upper thighs she was a quivering mess. Her heart was pounding and her stomach was in knots. And despite her nervousness over wanting the moment to be perfect, she was eager to join with him.

Letting her legs drop, he leaned down and kissed his way up her thighs, immersing himself in her scent. Placing a kiss over her cloth covered mound, he caressed her hips with his thumbs before he removed the offending garment. He paid no mind to where her panties landed, his gaze never wavering from hers. "You're trembling…"

She replied with a jerky nod of her head. Would there ever be a time that she didn't react so strongly to him? The look on his face was the perfect mix of wonder, lust and happiness, and it caused her stomach to clench almost violently. She hoped that he would always cause such sensations to ripple through her body!

His gaze traveled down her still clothed upper body and settled on the treasure between the apex of her thighs. Reaching out with a tentative hand, he caressed her sex. Already, she was wet for him! He groaned in the back of his throat. Changing his position, he moved closer to her, pushing her legs open wider. Settling right against her sex, he nuzzled her bundle of nerves.

He'd barely even touched her, and already she ready to explode!

"You smell so good," he moaned. Parting her nether lips, he kissed her exposed flesh once before licking her slit.

And as he began performing what was possibly the best oral sex, she was sure, ever, her breathy moans turned into guttural cries of pleasure. Her hips began to twist and turn as the intensity of his actions increased. He was torturing her in a way that left her feeling as if it was both too much and not enough. And every time he would lead her to the peak that she was so desperate to reach, Elijah would pull back, effectively blocking her from doing so.

After the third time of bringing her to near orgasm only to hold it back from her, she was a sobbing mess in his arms. Her cries of frustration mixed with her moans of pleasure and he couldn't deny the swelling of his pride after hearing her beg him for release.

"What is it you want, beloved?" He inquired, pulling away from her tantalizing body just long enough to ask his question.

"I want…I…oh God…" Her words fell when he inserted one finger into her eager passage.

"What is it you want, darling?" He repeated the question with a stern voice. His face held a smirk as he peered up at her.

"You know exactly what I want, Elijah," she nearly hissed, her body aching for release.

He pulled his finger out of her tight, wet heat. "I do," he acknowledged in an affirmative tone. "However, I want to hear you say it."

"Stop teasing me. I…I want to cum."

As soon as the words left her mouth, his mouth was back on her sex. He renewed his vigor, tongue fucking her with abandon. And when he brought a hand up to her bundle of nerves and began pinching and pulling at the nub, she was done for.

Her orgasm swept up so suddenly. Her body began to twitch, so much so, that Elijah anchored her body against his face. His ministrations never wavered and when her cries echoed throughout the room, they only spurned him on.

A finger replaced his tongue as he peered up her body, eyeing his handy work. "That's it, Elena. Cum for me, lover." He returned to his mouth to her slick heat, lapping up all of her juices.

She fisted his comforter in one hand as his hair in the other as she rode his face. "Oh God….oh yes…ugh!"

He didn't dare break his ministrations until the last of her quivering stopped. And when her legs dropped down as the rest of her body fell back lifelessly against his bed, he smirked.

"It's unfair that you're that good at that…" she panted.

Placing one last kiss on top of her mound, he pushed her shirt up and began kissing across her stomach, up her abdomen before pulling her up long enough to remove her shirt and bra. He pinched and pulled at one nipple while nipping and biting the other one.

It didn't matter that her body was still humming from the last orgasm he brought her to, she felt her body charging up again. And as he kissed his way across her breast bone before taking his other nipple into his mouth, he maneuvered his body in between her legs. She felt his hard length rub against her. She opened her legs wider to accommodate him.

Embracing her completely, he captured her lips in a kiss. Tasting herself on his lips wasn't something she'd ever experienced before. She hadn't been sure how she would react to it, but her body thrilled. His tongue caressed hers softly, almost slightly before she mirrored his actions, the urgency of their kiss growing.

Holding himself close over her, he raised his hips slightly so as to match himself up with her already dripping sex, rubbing his penis against her opening. He robbed her of another kiss. And when he ended it, her eyes were still closed.

"Open your eyes, Elena," he ordered gently. It wasn't so much that he wanted to see the pleasure behind her eyes when he joined with her for the first time in months, though that was part of it; he needed to make sure that this was Elena. And while he knew that Katerina was long since dead, he needed to know it was Elena in his embrace.

Her eyes shot open to meet his half-mast gaze. And when he thrust into her, she gasped.

The feel of her tight sheath gripping him was almost too much for him. It took everything within him not to throw his head back and attempt to take her as deep as possible. No, there would be time for that later, he wanted to enjoy the moment as much as he could. He pulled out before thrusting deeper that second time. Their eyes never wavered from another as the world around them ceased to exist.

By the time he was fully sheathed inside her, Elena felt the stirring of yet another orgasm but attempted to hold it at bay. However, when Elijah shifted his hips to kiss her at the same time, his pelvis brushed against her clit and she knew she was done for.

Elena began moaning into the kiss as her muscles began to flutter around his cock, caressing him and tempting him into joining her. However, with centuries of experience under his belt, he forced away the inducement to join her.

Clutching at him, she cried into his mouth, powerless to stop the sensation rolling over her. Her muscles spasmed around his thick length as her body quivered.

"Look at me, Elena," he ordered. "I want to watch you come around my cock."

If the sensation wasn't enough, his words would have been. Her eyes flew open and she met his heated gaze.

Aroused by the quick onslaught of her second orgasm, he kept his pace and helped her reach her peak. He only slowed when the last vestiges ebbed away. However, instead of giving her time to regroup herself, he quickly changed their position. Keeping her body fused against he moved to a sitting position, forcing her to straddle him. Her chest was heaving, her eyes dilated and her cheeks were rosy. "You are so beautiful, Elena. You're always beautiful, but there's something about watching you coming apart in my arms that makes you even more so."

Lifting herself up, she dropped down the length of him.

"You're so wet," he groaned, his hands moving to her waist.

She nodded. "I'm so wet for you," she whispered. "It's been so long, and I needed you."

"I've missed you too," he confessed.

His hands moved to her back, holding her against him as he began to meet her thrust for thrust. Bringing his head down, he began to suck on the juncture between her neck and her shoulders.

"She couldn't possibly have told him," Rebekah muttered, frowning at Kol. He'd gone upstairs to shower while she brought Finn his cup of tea. However the sounds they heard coming from Elijah's room were enough to pull their attention.

Kol snorted. "She told him something alright."

She rolled her eyes at him. "I didn't think they were at that stage of their relationship…again," she added the last bit as an afterthought. "Did you?"

"Oddly enough, I have better things to do with my time than think on my brother's sex life," Kol countered, offering her a pointed look.

"And yet the two of you don't find it even slightly perverse that you are listening in on Elijah's coupling with Elena?" Finn asked, taking notice of them from across the hall.

At least Rebekah had the grace to look ashamed. Sex had been such a common thing in their lives, she was able to separate her brothers from the act.

Kol simply shook his head. "Not in the least," he denied. "You missed it in your daggered state, but it was not uncommon for us to take one or even several lovers to bed at the same time."

He could only shake his head at his youngest brother. Be that as it may, he doubted Elijah would be so open about such a matter concerning Elena. Finn turned his expression to the door, half expecting Elijah to banish them from the vicinity.

"You may have, but I fear Elena would be horrified if she realized you were listening in." He tilted his head in consideration. "Also, as she is his mate, something much more than any of his previous partners ever were, I imagine that he will never let any of you within a ten foot radius of her."

Kol nodded along simply, not that expected otherwise…nor did he desire such a thing. He meant his words to Elena that morning. It was Mina, he'd been married to. And while he remembered his feelings for her, he also knew that there had been nothing even as fractionally strong as to what Elijah and Elena shared.

"I've been thinking on the hunter," Finn spoke after a moment, drawing his brother and sister into a new subject, thus pulling them away from Elijah's bedroom door.

"Well, that changes our flight plans," Klaus grumbled, making his way up the stairs. He frowned in the direction of Elijah's room before turning back to Finn. "Have you come to some sort of epiphany?" He inquired, hearing his older brother's words.

"I was not alone yesterday," he spoke. "The hunter must have recognized me from the night of the ball, but he did see me with someone yesterday."

"Oh, don't tell me you were on a date," the youngest male sibling jested.

Finn frowned in response. "And what's wrong with the idea of me on a date?"

"You don't date." Did anyone else see that? "Other than Sage, no one ever managed to turn your head."

"Were you on a date?" Rebekah interrupted before either brother could say something else.

He shook his head. "While I don't grasp the concept of dating, I don't think so?"

Klaus smirked at him. "Was that a question?"

"We met at the movies, and when she found out I had never been before she tagged along. No, I did not go on a date with Caroline, but I did extend an offer for her to join me on another outing. I did not enjoy the movie as much as I'd hoped to."

"Caroline?" The blonde asked. "Elena's friend?" When Finn nodded in agreement, Rebekah's eyes widened and she pursed her lips as she turned her attention to Klaus to see his reaction.

Kol followed suit, but he couldn't deny the hilarity he found in the situation. Klaus' eyes were no longer laughing and any amusement he previously had melted away. His jaw was set and his body was tense.

Finn met his brother's challenging stare with one of his own. He was well aware of the fact that his brother fancied himself interested in Caroline. And he couldn't blame him. Caroline was a very beautiful young woman, but Finn knew better. It was nothing more than an infatuation. Klaus liked nothing more than a challenge, and the fact that she hadn't given into his pursuits made him want to covet her all the more so.

Rebekah shook her head, growing disgusted with both of them. "Ugh. I used to think that the Petrova's were born to make our lives miserable, but now I see that I was wrong. It wasn't them that were cursed to fall between two brothers, it's my idiotic brothers that fall for the same girls." Turning away, she dismissed the conversation, not caring how things played out.

She could vaguely make out the sound of voices, but if there was any rhyme or reason to the words, it was completely lost on her.

Her body was humming and completely oversensitive to his ministrations. He'd brought her to yet another orgasm and didn't offer her a chance to recuperate before moving her into another position. She found her body at a completely different angle than his. Horizontal to his body, their legs were entwined and he thrust into her. She cried out, giving no mind to the other occupants of the house.

"Fuck, Elena," he groaned, pumping into her overly slick heat.

Her stomach clenched in response. "Ugh!" She'd never had sex in that position before and she discovered that he was hitting her deeper than he had in their previous positions. "Oh…"

Snaking a hand out, he roughly pinched the nub.

"Elijah…I'm…you feel so good in me," she whimpered. His pace quickened as did the intensity of his thrusts, a cry pierced the room. "That's it…keep going," she urged.

Her shrieks encouraged him. Harder…faster…deeper… He couldn't get enough of her. Inducing her orgasms would never grow tiring, but his own body was aching for release. His hand traveled down her body and he began to rub her clit, hoping to give her one more orgasm before experiencing his own. His decision triggered a near immediate reaction from her. As her walls began to flutter around his penis, he let go of his restraint. And when he came, he thrust so hard inside her, she screamed; the twinge of pain giving way to pleasure.

"I don't think I'll be doing anything else for the rest of the day," she panted, attempting to catch her breath.

Chuckling at her words, he pulled out of her before crawling up her body. He settled his ear over her pounding heart as he attempted to catch his own breath. She ran her fingers through his hair.

"I should shower," he breathed, but he made no move to disentangle himself from her.

Elena giggled when he seemed to settle more firmly against her. "How long do you plan on being gone?"

He shook his head. "For however long it takes to track Phillip down." He already felt anxiety over the thought of being separated from her. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to elevate things in such a way before parting from her, but she'd asked…and he'd been too weak to deny her.

"Elijah," she waited for him to give her his full attention. "There are some things that we need to discuss when you get back." She hated to be the one to break the easiness of their moment, but she needed to make sure that even if she wasn't brave enough to begin the conversation at a later point, Elijah was aware and could inquire about it.

He pursed his lips as he studied her. "Not about today…?" She'd been so willing a pliant in his arms. But the hormones had since faded. Did she find herself regretting their morning?

Her denial was instantaneous. "Of course not. I enjoyed this very much and I don't regret a second of it. But my dreams have progressed and…I know we don't have time to discuss it right now, but just so you know…we should probably sit down and talk when you get back."

She seemed more hesitant than she ever had been when she spoke of her dreams. Placing a tender kiss on her lips, her removed himself from her appealing body, he stood up and extended a hand. There would be time to discuss that later.

She didn't hesitate to take it. "Where are we going?"

"To shower." He didn't bother to divulge his plans to bend her over under the shower spray and take her from behind…she'd find out soon enough.

AN: So, have I lost my touch?