"We should probably get up," Elena rolled over with the intention of getting to her feet. She giggled when he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her back down.
Pinned to the mattress she attempted a stern glare.
"Let's just stay in bed all day," he brushed his lips along her jaw and down her throat. His teeth teased her nipple.
"As fun as that sounds," she moaned, "we'll have to eat at some point."
"I have every intention of eating," he tore the sheet from her lower half with a smirk, "right now."
Her legs shifted open at the gentle nudge of his hand.
He paused in his path down her stomach and met his eyes.
"However," he drew abstract patterns over her thighs, "if you're truly hungry we can order room service, but I have every intention of keeping you in this room all day."
"Whatever will we do all day?" She smiled coyly.
"Order room service, perhaps take a bubble bath, and what else…" he tilted his head as if in thought, "… oh yes," he smirked, "make love on every surface many, many times."
"I've finally got you all to myself," pressing a soft kiss just above her naval he smiled, "and I plan to take full advantage of our short lived peace."
She threaded her fingers through his mussed hair as he made his way lower. He was mere inches from his destination when there was a frantic pounding on the door.
"Have your siblings ever heard of boundaries?" She growled swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She was at the door with his discarded shirt from the night before held closed with one hand before he could stop her.
Wrenching the door open she glared at the hybrid on the other side.
"No," her finger came up in a decisive motion. She cut him off before he could jump in with whatever 'crisis' had arisen in the last twelve hours. "Is somebody dead?"
"No," he cleared his throat.
"Is somebody dying?" She crossed her arms when he shook his head. "Is Hope in trouble?" When there was a third no she grasped the edge of the door. "Then clean up whatever mess you've made by yourself and leave us alone."
Elijah struggled to hide his laugh when she slammed the door in his brother's face. Klaus' voice came through the wood.
"But…"
"Honeymoon," Elena shouted back. "What?" Her brow furrowed when she saw the way he was looking at her.
"I love you," he shook his head and stood from the bed with a smile. Grasping her hips he pushed her back against the door with a thud.
"Do either of you care that I'm still out here?" Klaus called through the door.
"No," Elijah sank to his knees and hooked Elena's leg over his shoulder.
"I care," Elena protested with a soft moan when his tongue slid through her slit and flicked her clit. "I would personally prefer it if you left, unless of course you're planning on joining."
She almost laughed at how fast Klaus' heartbeat disappeared from the other side of the door. The giggle turned to a strangled moan when he sucked her clit into his mouth before pausing to look up and meet her clouded eyes.
"We're lucky it wasn't Kol," he chuckled when she groaned and tried to shift her hips, "he might have taken you up on that."
"Kol knows better than to show up here."