POV: Elena decided to hop in the shower after a long day. She earned it. Fighting off rogue vampires and witches and then swiftly dealing with two werewolves who were on her hitlist was exhausting. Elijah decides to 'help' Elena. What's not to enjoy there? ;)

Elena found it so tough to distinguish steam from tension in the bathroom. It's hot. So very hot. The shower. Him. Her. Them.

He's so fucking hot; the whole situation is fucking hot. Her body felt feverish as he slowly appraised her again. His fingers drag across the slopes of her breasts, her skin pebbling at his touch, while excitement bubbles within them both. It had been so long and they both wanted this so badly. His hand found the clasp of her bra and he snaps it off, leaving only her lace panties.

The last barrier between them. He and her. Nothing else matters anymore. Her breasts bounce as she moves closer to him.

Touching each other here. Touching each other there. Touching each other everywhere.

"I want you."

"Patience is a virtue, husband. I thought the great Elijah Mikaelson was a patient man. Not so the case, hmmm?"

"Oh, I'm patient all right my darling Mrs. Mikaelson. I'm so very patient."

She suddenly decides that he looks entirely overdressed as compared to her and his boxers need to go. Now! Her hand dips below his, waistband, brushing against his state-of-the-art 'equipment', swiping at his tip. His body tenses and he groans.

"Let me help you out of these, shall I, dear?" Elena pulls at the waistband and drags them down his muscular legs. He kicks them off, exposing her to his naked glory.

My oh my, is it a sight indeed. People rave about football or hockey players and their jerseys or any other sport. People just don't understand how sexy Original vampires are. Thank the Lord, that he was all hers.

He tore off her panties in one swift motion and threw them not caring where they fell.

"Spread your legs for me, my sweet. Let me see." His gaze is pure fire, burning so hot, just for her.

She steps to the side with one leg, and he circles her clit with his middle finger. Her hips rock against her man's hand involuntarily, as the sounds of him pleasing her fill the air.

Her eyes slide closed, and her head tilts back slightly. She imagines and feels his finger rubbing against her clit, sending sparks through her dead bloodstream. She shudders.

"That's it. Keep going my love."

"Faster."

He does, and it causes the beginnings of an orgasm to build in her. She gasped when she felt him tweak one of her nipples.

She pants at his actions and the image of Elijah standing before her, all his chocolate skin visible, muscles tensing at her assessment. I was right. She was right in her evaluation of his body 20 years ago. He does have rock-hard abs, a super fuckable body, and the most kissable lips in the world. He even has a defined v-cut that she always wants to run her tongue across. His cock is huge, begging to be touched, licked, and fucked. And she was game for all of the above. She would never tire of him - physically and emotionally. They loved each other for infinity.

"God! How many hours do you work out in a day? Isn't it the same as me? How in heaven and hell are you doing that?" The question slips past her lips without a filter. That's one of the things Elijah loved about her. In the day, she was as sophisticated as he was. But by night? Or by the time they got around to each other regardless of the time? She was as dark, hungry, and voyeuristic as he was.

He chuckles to himself, making her glad that she got her stupid question out of the way. His body isn't even remotely fair. She shut her eyes and opens them back up to make sure she sees everything right.

"All these years and you still react the same way, mon chere." He swoops down a little and captures her lips with his. Passion, lust, aggression, love and so many more things spilled out of his lips for his wife. They break apart. He bites his lip at the sight of her. Elijah pulled her towards him, thus ending their eye fucking session.

"How about I show you how much stamina I build up from my workouts? That's the most impressive part."

He runs his hand down her spine. Elijah seals his possessiveness with another kiss. He demands everything from her, leaving no room for objections as he shatters any last bits of insecurity about them. He lifts her in one easy swoop; her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries her closer to the shower. Their lips break contact when he situates them under the waterfall of hot water. Because this is their home and they love architecture, and their personal contractor here is extra and posh and ready to serve & please AF, it pours around the both of them from all different directions, like they made this shower with couples in mind. Elena mentally thanked their contractor for her thoughtfulness.

He pushes her against the shower tiles while his mouth finds hers again. Their kisses become lazier, more demanding, and less hurried, as they enjoy the time together.

She gasps in his mouth when his fingers find her core. They part her and his mouth replaces his fingers, making her lift off the shower bench at the feeling of his tongue brushing against her soft, wet core. His mouth is a relentless torture of the best kind; the mind-numbing type. He knows what to do, making the guys from her past look like amateurs. He has been doing this for years now and every time, she feels the same and so much more. Elijah truly is a carnal champion. Someone ought to give this man a trophy. He licks her, and marks her with his teeth, clearly enjoying the sounds that fall past his wife's lips. Fuck, it feels good. His strokes change speed and pressure, lapping at her center, making the most of the whole experience. The rough texture of his tongue makes her core pulse. He adds two fingers that slide easily inside of her, her body aching for his touch as his pumps match his licks. The pressure inside her builds so much. She needs a release. She needs him now.

"I'm so close. Oh, Elijah."

His throat rumbles. His chest swelled with pride. The sensation of that combined with the unyielding pump of his fingers pushes her over the edge. She combusts; her brain soaring away from her consciousness. His licks continue as she comes down from her high—a lust-induced haze that beats any drug. He is relentless. He wants nothing but the best for her and so does she. Her brain shuts down; a prickling sensation travels down her spine all the way to her curled toes. He gives his amour a sweet kiss right at her core, making her melt on the spot.

His arms snake under her thighs, wrapping around them, and he yanks her to the edge of the bench so hard that she nearly falls back. And then, finally—finally—he dives right in. He sucks on her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and it takes everything in her not to scream. She bites her lips as he pulls away, looking up at her with hooded eyes.

"Please don't stop, Eli. Please. You feel so good."

"Do I?" he murmurs, giving her a good long lick from her vagina to her clit.

She shivers. "Yes."

With a dark, satisfied smile, he leans in again. His tongue enters her, pressing against her walls, and she moans. Then he moves in and out, fucking her with his tongue like he did to her mouth earlier.

"Here lies Elena Petrova Mikaelson," she breathed after kissing him and tasting herself on him.

"Death by orgasm. Seems like a good way to go." His face heats at his slip of tongue; was it a mistake saying that aloud? Nah! That's the way that these forever lovestruck, and frankly, super horny Original couple is.

She took control now. His turn to feel tortured. She strokes him repeatedly, making him growl, before wrapping her hand beneath his cock and hardening him up. Heat curls in her lower belly and his stomach as she licks him from base to tip. He groans, pulling the stray strands of her hair back and holding them. She takes his tip into her mouth, wrapping her right hand around him and stroking. With every bob of her head, she manages to take more of him in. His fist tightens around the hair at the base of her neck, and they both moan wantonly. When he hits the back of her throat, she doesn't gag and doesn't pull back. She is used to him and him to her.

"I'm going to take control now, my love."

Her eyes widen in surprise and a 'how dare you?'.

"You can take it, my love. You're already doing so well. But you are torturing me on purpose; I see right through you."

She moans in response, relaxing and moving both of her hands to his thighs for balance.

"Alright. Just this once. Don't expect me to let you off this easy next time, handsome."

"Yes, Ma'am. That's it," he whispers, pulling out a few inches.

He starts at a slow pace, most likely for her benefit (not that she needed it) before he speeds up. It doesn't take long for her jaw to ache and reflexed tears to fall from her eyes, which she wills back in again. She just doesn't care. There's something about the way he's holding her head and fucking her mouth that makes her never want him to stop. plus, she wanted to return the favor. He watched, fascinated, as his shaft disappeared into her wet and dripping mouth repeatedly, her fluids coating his thick length. She kept working hard and he worked her to it. She watched his eyes go blind as her mouth tightened impossibly around his cock. He shuddered as she milked him, and let his orgasm wash over him, shooting his seed into her warm, pliant, dirty mouth. Stars exploded behind his eyes.

"I want you, my love. All of you," he whispered in her ear.

"You have me. All of me."

He flipped her around and she knows what he wants, and goddammit, she's more than willing. Dirty words escape his mouth, brushing against her ear as she moans softly through the intensity, pushing her tight, glistening pussy further into him. Her beautiful sounds push him, warning me to control his movements and slow down. He leans over with his cock still inside her. Pushing her hair aside, his teeth graze her ear. He remains still for a moment, listening to her dead heartbeat, admiring the glow of sweat lingering on her skin. Her breathing slows, but he knows she's anxious.

Her tight pussy is wrapped around his cock, and he knows she's almost there, holding back just like him wanting to take this further. They could do this all day if they had each other.

Spreading her cheeks wide, he admires the beautiful sight before him. If he could, he would declare it a wonder of the world. He slowly slides himself in and out as she rubs her clit, listening to her moans and attentive to her movements. Her channel is so tight with no chance of him holding back any longer. Her back arches, the grind slow but gaining speed, sending him into a frenzy. Poor soul. He is doing everything in his power to hold back, take it slow and not hurt her, but the more he clenches the harder she slams into me. She loves taking control in between and he loves it when she beats him fair and square and wins it. She is his queen, his supreme goddess. There's nothing he wouldn't do for her.

"Elijah," she yearned for him impatiently. Her voice had him climbing up her body to claim her lips. Her legs spread wider automatically to better accommodate him, and he loved it. She always knew what to do and when.

"I'm going too fast," he whispered against her lips. "But I can't wait any longer."

"Whoever said fast isn't nice? You can go slow later," she replied, thrusting her hips against his wantonly.

They are on fire, burning up from the inside out.

He releases her hip pleased with the marks of him that it bears, clutching at her breast, twisting her nipple until she saw stars and another wave of wetness adds to the ease at which his cock is pummeling her. He abandons her breasts, her nipples now sore enough that when they brush the wall with every pump of his hips, a spark of delicious pain streaks through her. Her pussy is heaven laced hugely with sin. Her fingers dig into his back as she melts against his experienced moves. I pull back and thrust inside of her, unleashing the primal need to fuck her. To tear her apart and put her back together with his dick. She's so slick for him, her tight cunt contracting around his shaft as he pushes himself up enough to watch where they're joined. They both watch, mesmerized, as his cock glistening with her juices glides in and out of her. Wrapping his arm under one of her thighs, he lifts her leg and decides to push deeper inside her. Her neck arches as her lips part with a feral growl that has him about to erupt inside her. He leans forward, licking a path from the depression at the base of the front of her neck up to her jaw.

Without further ado he thrust into her hard, relishing her cries of pleasure. He set a brutal pace this time, the shoves of his cock into her pussy - Herculean and ruthless. He could not control the moans that came from his mouth; he sounded wanton to his own ears, but he did not know how to stop it. Elena loved making him like this. It was a torture these two had perfected for each other.

Her walls started to flutter around him, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, the head of his cock hitting her womb with each plunge into her tight sheath. It was only a matter of seconds before they began chanting the other's name, and her head thrashing from side to side and her eyes squeezed closed on their accord. Her head falls back again as he rolls his hips into her, hitting her in a different place. "Ah!." Another thrust. "Fuck," she cries out, her fingers move to clit and rub it furiously. This he could not see her do. He would give her all the pleasure in the world; by himself. He instantly took over the role of 'clit lover and rubber.'

The sight of her so overwrought with pleasure that she tortures her own core sends him into his own release. He felt the thick, hot ropes of cum painting her inner walls. Her pussy trembles around him as she joins him a minute later. Her skin quivered when she felt his cool hand on her back. She returned the favor. One swipe of her hand against his taut chest and he moved in for a deep, encompassing kiss. Their bodies body was tingling under each other's touch and their temperature was sky high - not that it mattered to the two Original vampires.

"Now this death by orgasm would be wonderful to occur, wouldn't it, handsome?"

"You read my mind."

He carried her back to their bed for another round and kissed her deeply at the end of it. They slept peacefully in each other's arms. They always did. When they had each other, everything else in the world faded away.

They could do that all night. They want to do that all night. And then there's tomorrow night for a repeat performance ;)