Selina thought a change of scenery would do her good so she left the bar and went to visit her mother. "How nice to see you!" Amelia exclaimed and gave her a hug. "How have you been?"

"Elijah and I are splitting up, I think," Selina sighed and sat down on the sofa while her uncle brought her a drink.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," Amelia replied. "It's such a shame when stuff like that happens." That was all she said, nothing about what had Selina done to drive him away or anything like that. What had happened to her?

They sat in silence until Roxie arrived and came inside clutching a box with a big pink bow.

"What's that?" Selina asked. "Is it from Dorian again?"

"Oh, who's that?" Amelia asked.

"Just a…guy who likes me and wants me to like him back," Selina told her. "I'm trying not to encourage him too much."

"Yeah, right," Roxie scoffed.

Selina opened the box and looked the small gift over. "Perfume!" She cried. "One of the kinds with all the roses that I wanted, but could never bring myself to buy."

"Read the card, Grandma," Roxie smiled.

So Amelia took it out and read: Here is your second gift, something that will last longer than the roses. It's a bit conventional, I suppose, but…I…I confess I truly believe this is something you want, but would never buy yourself. This way, everyone wins. And there's a little something extra for you too, to spray on your pillow and think of me.

Enjoy, mi amor!

Amelia then removed a box of men's cologne. "Seems very sure of himself, doesn't he?" She remarked. The she looked at her daughter. "Do you allow this sort of impudent behavior from a man who's not even your husband?"

"I'm not sure yet," Selina replied. "That's why I told him to give me a month to figure it out."

"Well, if you're accepting his gifts, you've pretty much decided, haven't you?" Amelia questioned.

"I know it's not nice to take things if I'm not going to accept him after, but it feels nice to be wanted and desired," Selina sighed and sniffed the perfume that was meant for her. "It's been some time since I really and truly felt that." She paused and gave her mother a keen glance. "Kind of like you and Uncle Andrew, don't you think? I mean, you were with him before you were married. It was because he made you feel like you were worth something after so long of not feeling it?"

"Yes," Amelia sighed. "He really did, so I suppose I can't blame you or chastise you because I've been there. But what do you know about this man? He could be someone terrible! He could be a murderer!"

"Mama, I'm a vampire, remember?" Selina reminded her. "If he is some sort of crazed murderer or something, I can handle it."

"Well, I hope so," Amelia told her. "And I know you think I worry too much, but I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Thank you," Selina replied and hugged her. "That's really nice to know. I promise that I'll watch out for myself. Really."

Once again, Selina delayed calling Dorian and thanking him for his gifts. She didn't want him to feel like she was leading him on before she made her final choice, and there was still time before she had to. Out of curiosity, she put some of the cologne on her pillow that night, then got in bed and took a big sniff before going to sleep. That was a mistake.

It was a dark night and only a sliver of a moon lit the sky. She was a wolf, and it was wonderfully freeing to walk around out in the open and do as she pleased. She was also hungry. Her ears pricked up when she heard cries of terror in the woods. She ran toward them and saw a man wearing very little wrestling with another man, cutting his throat. The smell of blood excited her and she decided to take the prey for herself. She pounced and tried to pull the body away, but then heard a voice that made her recoil. She looked up at the other man and growled. He shined a light in her eyes which made her back away even more, especially as he held the flashlight above his head, presumably to hit her with it and make her go away. But as he examined her, he put the flashlight down and came to pet her instead. "I suppose I shouldn't blame you," Dorian whispered. "You're just doing as you're meant to do. Would you like to share?" He scratched her ears. "My god, you're a beautiful creature."

He then stepped back and watched as she took her fill of the other man, and when she turned to look at him again, he'd changed too: become a large black beast with glowing red eyes.

Leaving the body where it was, the two beasts chased each other around the woods until, not exactly knowing how it happened, she found herself human, naked, and lying on the forest floor, Dorian above her. They both stared at one another, panting heavily before he took her in his arms, moved the hair out of her eyes, and tried to kiss her.

"No," she said and pulled back. "My mouth. I should…I should clean up. So much blood…"

"Don't," Dorian shook his head, gently licking the blood off the side of her mouth, then taking her in his arms and kissing her soundly as he pulled her close to his bare body and entering her over and over again as she cried out his name. It had been too long, that was for sure…

Selina woke up with a gasp. Although she'd gone to bed in a t-shirt and panties, she was naked now. And hot. Very hot. She tried to cool herself by splashing cold water on her face and neck, but it wasn't good enough.

Finally, she went down to the lower floor of the bar, changed into her wolf form, went outside, and ran around, doing what she pleased and feeling just as she had in her dream…freedom.

"My god, Mom, what happened to you?" Roxie asked in surprise when she came to see Selina the following morning and found her covered in blood and dirt. "Did you have some sort of accident?" She paused, and gasped as her eyes widened. "No, never mind! You were out hunting, weren't you? You became a wolf, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Selina grinned. "I did. And there was no one to yell at me about it. It's great."

"And did you kill anyone?" Roxie asked, throwing her a t-shirt and sitting down beside her. "How does that make you feel?"

"Not bad, if that's what you mean," Selina shook her head. "Sure, I came across some people, but no one blames an animal for doing what instinct tells them to do, do they? So why should I feel bad?"

"I'm not saying you should," Roxie shook her head. "I'm just amazed you can think that way after all of Uncle Elijah's years of brainwashing."

"I don't know how much of it really soaked in," Selina admitted. "Or how much I just pretended to go along with to make him happy and keep the peace."

Roxie's nose wrinkled. "That sounds awful. I bet you're glad to be away from that."

"In a way, yes," Selina nodded. "There are things I miss too, though, that made it worth it. But that doesn't matter now."

"You just have to move on," Roxie nodded and handed her her phone that had just started ringing. "Don't forget to thank Dorian for the perfume if that's him who's calling!"

"I was gonna do that," Selina scowled. "Would you stop sounding like my mother? Don't you have a bar to run?"

"Well, gee, I guess I hit a nerve," Roxie grinned and left the room.

"Hello?" Selina asked. "Sorry about the wait."

"It's all right," Dorian remarked. "I can wait, darling."

The pet name made her suck in her breath and she put the call on speaker and lay back in bed, glad she wasn't wearing panties cause the sound of his voice was making her tingly. She rubbed herself under the blankets. "You shouldn't call me 'darling'" She reminded him. "Remember, we talked about this." She moaned and then quickly put a hand over her mouth.

"That's right," Dorian replied. "I'm sorry, Miss Warren." But that didn't help. It only made her want to rub herself harder. "What was it that you called about? Surely it wasn't just to make moaning noises into the phone."

"No," Selina assured him. "I just…I wanted to say thank you for the perfume. It's just what I wanted. You were right about that."

"And the cologne?" Dorian asked. "Have you used that too? On your pillow?"

"Yes," Selina nodded. "Yes, yes!" Then her body twisted as she climaxed. "Oh, god," she got out. "Yes, I have. I had a very interesting dream about you and me in the woods that I will not elaborate on because it's not any of your business."

"Oh, of course," Dorian agreed, the idea for his next present popping up in his mind. "But just to satisfy my curiosity, are you pleasuring yourself to the sound of my voice?"

"How dare you ask me that?!" She cried. "You…you…you…cad!" The last word was something of an antique, but it was the worst epithet she could think of to describe him at the moment. She expected him to be offended and end the call in a huff, but he just laughed.

"You sure showed me," He told her, and she see that smarmy twinkle in his eye. "You really think you know how to insult a man, don't you? But I'm far from offended. I'm actually rather touched. I would suggest we end this charade right now, call the month over, and have you meet at my house for dinner, but since you're still stubbornly clinging to certain ideas about me, I don't think you're ready for that. But when you are…I'd like you to wear the perfume. Will you, if I promise to wear the cologne?"

"Only if you want me to be so turned on that we skip dinner and go straight to bed," Selina sighed. She hated to admit it, but what was the point in hiding it? She found the man attractive. It was nothing to be ashamed of.

"I wouldn't mind skipping dinner," He told her, his voice seeming to caress her with its smoothness. "It's something I look forward to."

She emitted a squeak and Dorian told her, "I'm picturing your face right now and I feel I'm being unkind. I don't want to overwhelm you with your feelings. I'm glad you enjoyed the perfume and I…I hope you like what I send you next."

"You wanna tell me what that is so I can mentally prepare?" Selina questioned.

"No," Dorian refused. "What fun would that be? Have a good day, Miss Warren. And be sure to use that cologne responsibly."

"I will," Selina assured him. "Don't you worry about that. Goodbye, Mr. Gray."

"Goodbye, Miss Warren. Thank you for the call. It's so nice of you to think of me." And on that note, he ended the call, and Selina went to the bathroom and got dressed.

After their encounter with Klaus, Elijah worried for Amy's safety, and he wasn't shy about telling her so. "He knows where you are, so if you would feel safer going somewhere else, I understand."

"Oh, no!" Amy shook her head. "I'm not afraid of him. I'm staying right here." She paused. "The only thing that would cause me to leave is knowing my presence in the house would make Selina unhappy, but since that's no longer an issue, there you go." She looked around the immaculate house and said, "I would ask what I can do to earn my keep, but everything's so neat that it doesn't seem like that's necessary."

"And I wouldn't put you to work since you're a guest anyway," Elijah got up and handed her a piece of paper. "Would you make a grocery list?" He asked. "I want to make sure we have everything you want in the refrigerator. Do you eat healthier than Selina did? I assume you do, which will be a nice change."

"It's a goal of mine," Amy nodded. "You know, I have the best recipe for eggplant parmesan. Would you like to give it a try with me?"

"Sure," Elijah nodded. "I would love to."

"Good," Amy replied with a smile, then grabbed a piece of paper and made a list of ingredients, then headed out to the car with Elijah deciding to tag along at the last minute in case she needed help carrying things.

That night cause she was tired after all the cooking, Amy decided to take a shower and go to bed early. Her mind was working on autopilot, not realizing that she hadn't brought her night gown into the bathroom until after she'd gotten out. "Shit," she whispered, a rare curse. She put a towel on, hoping that Elijah wouldn't be offended by her wandering around his house in a state of undress. Her room wasn't far. She could run there, run back, and he wouldn't know about this. But, just her luck, she ran into him on the way out. Literally. They ran into each other in the dimly lit hallway, falling back on the floor, then sitting up as Amy struggled to keep her towel on.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Elijah apologized. "I didn't see you."

"That's fine," Amy assured him. She straightened out the towel and sighed. "I really want to apologize for running around your house like this. I was going to get my night gown and…" To her surprise, he didn't let her finish her explanation. He put a finger over her mouth, shaking his head.

"You don't have to explain," he said, then moved his finger. "This is your house too now. You can do what you want."

"And you don't mind?" Amy asked.

"No, I don't, really," Elijah shook his head. "Now, where did you say you were going? To get your night gown?"

"Yes," Amy nodded.

"Well, since it's so dark in here, let me help you," Elijah offered and picked her up.

"You don't have to do this," she said as he carried her to her room. "Not that I'm not grateful, but wouldn't putting lights on be easier than carrying me?"

"No," Elijah shook his head. "Not at all. It's no trouble." They got to her door and then she went inside and he followed.

"Is there anything else you want?" She asked.

His arm brushed against hers as he went to turn the light on and when he could see her clearly, his hands balled into fists as tried to stop himself from thinking what she looked like without the towel.

"Elijah?" Amy asked. "Are you all right?"

"No, I'm not," he replied, letting out a breath. "I want you, Amy. Please."

"Well-" Amy began as he swept her into his arms and kissed her deeply, her towel falling to her feet. She pushed him away and tried to put it on again. "We shouldn't do this," she reminded him. "What about your brother?"

Elijah shook his head. "I don't give a damn about my brother. Do you? I know you don't, even though you're too nice to say it. For once in our lives, can we just stop caring so much about other people and just do what we want?"

She nodded and let him pick her up, take her to her bed, and hold her against himself as he kissed her again.

"You know," he said when he pulled away. "I've always wanted to do that in the back of my mind."

"Yeah," Amy nodded and kissed his neck, "Me too. Why did it take so long?"

"Cause we were too busy killing ourselves caring about other people," Elijah replied, parting her legs and pleasuring her with his tongue before pushing into her over and over as years and years of restrained, secret passion poured out of him while he listened to her call out his name. "But not anymore, don't you think?"

"Yes," Amy nodded as he nipped her neck and gave her what would probably be a good-sized hickey in the morning. "I do."

"Now that you've shown me all that you can do, why don't we have a more intense lesson today?" Patrick questioned as Addie came into his training room.

"How intense?" Addie asked. "And is when you say 'intense lesson' are you meaning something else?"

Patrick raised an eyebrow as he came to put his arms around her waist and kiss her neck. "It could," he told her. "It's up to you. How committed are you to your exercise program?"

"Well," Addie shook her hips as his hands went over her skintight pink workout outfit. "It can be any sort of exercise you have in mind. I don't care."

He paused for a moment, trying to think. "All right," he said, ordering her on her back on the floor, then looming over her and making her giggle. "I think I have just the thing in mind."

"Oh?" Addie asked, a naughty twinkle in her eye. "What's that?"

"I think you know," Caleb told her. "But we have to do a few things first."

"Damn, really?" Addie asked. "What kinds of things?"

"There are exercises that improve the sexual experience," Patrick explained. He got down beside her and started doing bridges. "Do ten of those," he instructed. He then watched her plant her heels on the floor and push upward so that her back was off the floor and she looked like a bridge. "Hold that for twenty," he said. She did, along with some back and torso twists, some crunches and pushups, then collapsed on the floor.

"Stop," she pleaded. "Have mercy, Let's do the fun exercise now." She turned her head and saw that while she'd been working out, he'd undressed completely.

"All right," he told her. "I mean, if you're too tired from the other stuff, we can stop…"

"No," Addie said firmly and peeled off her workout clothes before grabbing him, holding him tight, and kissing him deeply. "Don't hold back now. Don't make me be the only one who exercises."

"Oh, I wasn't planning on it," He assured her pulling her close and slipping inside her as he gave her a smile. "Would you like to see my pelvic thrusts?"

"Sure," Addie grinned. "Why not?"

He then pushed into her over and over and she laughed and clung to him, knowing that she was definitely going to get a very good workout today.