A/N: Sorry for the delay I needed to do some research on Viking/Norse Weddings. Hopefully I've done enough to keep the historians from lynching me or whatever they do to writers who butcher historical points. Warning the last scene is SMUT so if your not inclined feel free to skip if not please let me know in a review. Considering it is my first time in that writing genre (well at least publicly published Wink)

July 21, 0999

"Take care my Kærasta, we will get there. So please watch your footing going down the trail," Elijah implored her in a vain effort to slow her near reckless pace. He tried to soothe his soon to be bride, and while Elena knew intellectually that he was right, she was still worried for her supposed cousin Tatia, who in reality was a distant ancestor who was about to give birth.

This day had initially started off with a rare treat from her best friend and future sister-in-law when Rebekah had suggested that Elijah and she should make a day of it and she even promised to come find them if Tatia's condition changed.

Elena had initially been hesitant to leave, but Tatia had given Elena her blessing and promised not to go into labor until they got back. Elena knew she should have declined, but she really wanted to spend some alone time with Elijah.

So she had packed a small lunch with a good bottle of mead wine and they set off for what was supposed to be a romantic afternoon trekking up to see the falls her Mystic Falls would become known for. Ironically, other than the one time Stefan had taken her to the very top, her family in her past life had never had the time to go visit the site. A small part of her wished they had. It would've been a guarded secret she had between her future husband and her forever lost family.

Climbing up had taken longer than she remembered from her one time with Stefan, but if she was being honest with herself, she had other pressing matters on her mind at the time. She really missed knowing what time it really was, but she was getting better at judging the time based on the height of the sun in the sky. They had just found the perfect spot to sit down for their late afternoon meal when Rebekah with Klaus had come running up the trail ruining moment when Klaus still panting from the climb had managed to tell her that Tatia's water had broken and Ayana was there helping along with Esther.

Rebekah, being the kind friend she had grown to love, had promised to stay behind with a reluctant Klaus and collect their basket of untouched food.

"Elena, please, slow down!" Elijah almost snarled when she nearly toppled over, trying to navigate her way over a boulder.

"But it's going to take forever to get down the falls and we still have a long hike back into the village." She complained, but Elijah's hand shot out and caught her before she fully tripped over a tree root she'd missed. Pain radiated out from her right ankle as she slowly regained her balance.

"I swear If you don't slow down my Kærasta I will be forced to carry you!"

Taken aback by his statement, Elena's mouth snapped shut before she could try to deny the fact that she had indeed twisted her ankle. Doing so would have only made him scrutinize her more closely. Knowing him, he would keep his promise to her and she didn't want to be carried like a helpless child. She could only pray that he wouldn't catch her wincing every time she put weight on it.

30 Minutes Later:

"Enough of this, Elena. Are you going to let me carry you now or are you going to try keeping up this charade of yours?" Elijah stated offhandedly. She halted near a tree and, without making it obvious, she inched closer to it in case she needed to use it for support. The pain in her ankle had only gotten worse with each step. She thought she was being clever when she asked him to walk ahead of her to find the best path for her to follow several paces behind him. So how had he noticed her occasional limp?

"I don't know what you mean Elijah?"

"You're a terrible liar, you know that?" he sighed and turned to face her in two broad strides back to her. He looked her over, paying special attention to her feet peeking out from her dress. God, she missed wearing her favorite jeans, she thought distractedly. He knelt down in front of her and started to feel her calves with his large but amazingly gentle hands, but paused when his investigation of her legs reached her throbbing ankle. She couldn't help sucking in a large intake of air. He quickly glanced up and didn't fail to notice the pained expression in her pleading eyes.

Acting nonplussed, which was a lie, she finally asked how he had figured out that she was trying to hide her injury.

"Do you know that my mother has more than once commented on my preternatural abilities of hearing and observation? It has more than once made me the skilled hunter I am today, so why wouldn't I've noticed the slight uptake of your breathing every time you put your weight on your injury?" Elijah asked smugly and she wanted to punch him but relented.

"Alright you win. We will take it slower, but I'm not going to let you carry me till we both climb down enough from this ridge. And as much as it pains me to give in, you may also carry me afterwards. Are you satisfied?" she huffed, sometimes men and their cockiness really grated on her independence, she thought darkly.

Taking a much slower pace, they both worked their way down the trail. It took longer than she wanted to admit but as soon as they reached the bottom, without asking for her permission, Elijah gingerly picked her up in his arms in typical romance novel tropes. He cradled her in his arms and she wrapped an arm around his shoulders as she tucked her head into his chest as he sped onward to the village.

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They had just barely made it to Tatia and Lodur's home, where even outside Elena could hear who she had no doubt was Tatia's strained voice begging to take the pain away. Although she had only known her Doppelgänger ancestor for less than ten months, they had bonded in ways that were the exact opposite of what Elena had experienced with the only other Doppelgänger she'd encountered.

She didn't know how she managed it, but she'd clambered out of Elijah's arms and, disregarding the throbbing pain in her ankle; she hobbled towards Tatia's bedside.

"Tatia!" was all she could manage to get out before Tatia let out a strangled cry as she leaned forward in what Elena could only guess was the result of a rather intense contraction. She did the only thing she could think of doing. She grasped Tatia's hand in her own and tried her best to reassure her distant ancestor that everything was going to be okay.

Elena could only imagine what Tatia was going through by the time Rebekah and Klaus had found them at the scenic top of falls. If she had to guess it would be that Tatia must have been in labor for the past several hours. Lodur was on the other side of his wife, holding her other hand as she braced for another contraction. Ayana was acting as Tatia's midwife and, thanks to her own adoptive father being a medical doctor, she quickly realized that she was checking to see how far Tatia was dilated.

Elena felt momentarily queasy but somehow forced herself to think of more important things such as encouraging her faux cousin through her painful ordeal; all the while in the back of her mind she was considering that this might be her future at some point as well and her delivery would be without the aid of anesthetic or an epidural. Maybe the not-so-subtle hints her future mother-in-law had about using contraceptive potion weren't without merit.

Ayana's words broke Elena out of her self reflection when she informed that Tatia dilation was sufficient now and trying to encourage her former ward to push during her next contraction. To all of their surprise, the delivery went faster than any one of them suspected. So it wasn't long before a tiny, very upset little baby girl's shrill cry of indignation at being thrust into a strange world announced herself to the world.

After cutting the umbilical and cleaning her up, Esther, who'd been standing ready, presented the little girl to her exhausted mother. There was still a lot left, such as the delivery of the still unnamed girl's twin. Ayana was already focused on helping with what Elena knew as the third stage of labor.

"She's beautiful Tatia. Did you and your husband finally settle on a name?" Elena asked, mesmerized by the sight of the tiny little girl.

Tatia looked up at her husband and something unspoken passed between them and Lodur answered for them both after accepting his daughter from Esther.

"We wish to name her Irina."

Elena felt a momentary sense of shock but smiled at them both. "I think it's a beautiful name for an even more beautiful baby, I love it."

It felt like time had stopped, so it was quite a shock to Elena and almost everyone else when Ayana ordered Tatia not to push just yet. That is when Elena noticed the concerned look on her would be guardian's face. But it was Tatia who asked for all of them.

"Ayana, what wrong?"

"Tatia don't panic but, this final child is turned the wrong way."

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August 25, 999

Dear Diary,

Thank goodness that my sprain wasn't too bad and as far as I can tell I'm all healed up now and I've have not had a trouble putting my weight on it. Which is good thing because my life is about to change.

Today is going to be one of the most important days in my life and it's not at all like I envisioned it when I was a still a naïve teenage girl back home in my Mystic Falls. I will freely admit that when Bonnie, Caroline and I were still in junior high school and we had started to notice that boys weren't in fact the cooties germ carriers we'd previously deemed them to be. Instead, we did what any teenage girls would do, we heatedly argued over what our first kiss from a boy would be like or going as far as guessing how our individual weddings would be once we found our prince charming. I'd just wanted a simple wedding ceremony in a church with my family present. Caroline, well let's just say that hers had grown so elaborate over the coming years that it would probably rival most celebrities' weddings. Royal weddings would be pushing it, but after Caroline had read some tabloid magazine about Prince William and Catherine Middleton's steady relationship, she'd bluntly told Bonnie and me that their pending engagement was only just a matter of him giving her an engagement ring. Naturally, Bonnie and I just agreed and tried to veer the topic to our more pressing supernatural problems. A small part of me does wonder if they did finally get married. Caroline did, or I should say will, have almost had a sixth sense about such things.

I might not have my family, but I know that today they are here with me in spirit. My adoptive parents and Aunt Jenna in particular, but if I am being honest, I would even want to see my birth parents, too. I know I had a strained relationship with the man I only knew as Uncle John, but he'd ultimately given his life for me and that has to account for something, right? Isobel Flemming is a little more difficult matter for me. Yes, she asked Damon to turn her into a vampire, and she was so cold towards me the few times we met in person. However, ever since that day in the cemetery, I've often wondered what it would have been like if she had introduced herself to me earlier. Could I have found a way to turn her humanity back on? Hopefully my presence in the past will change things for the better.

Our wedding ceremony is taking place under the great white oak tree that our village is built around and in accordance with Viking tradition, the date for the wedding ritual should fall on a Friday, and Elijah and I will be exchanging swords instead of rings. Klaus surprised me again when he presented me a week ago with the prerequisite sword I'm meant to give to my husband. I found out that he had commissioned Adric to forge it for me in exchange for some of his wood carvings. Traditionally I'm supposed to give my future husband the sword that belonged to my father, but since I wouldn't technically possess one and my cover story about my divorce from my previous husband for treason is widely known now, I doubt anyone would have accepted a weapon with supposed checkered past or incur bad luck. At least, that was what Rebekah had told me afterwards. I honestly have no idea where Elijah is getting his sword since traditionally he is supposed to ritually remove it from an ancestor's grave and other than his immediate family, he is an emigrate with no other earthly ties to his former homeland.

We even had to have two matching golden rings with lapis lazuli gemstone settings made for us. I'll be honest and say that I don't really recall the finer details of Elijah's daylight ring from my past, so I can't say that they are one and the same. But the Elijah from my time never once said he'd been married, so it was highly probable that I'm changing history, right?

Unlike in my former past, the bride and groom's clothing is not an important detail, so I've picked a simple but still perfect green gown that had long sleeves. Oddly, my hair and how it is styled is of a greater importance. Thanks to my implanted knowledge, courtesy of Ayana, I know that the bride's hair is the symbol of her sexuality. The longer and more ornamental adorning the hair, the better. When I arrived in the past, my hair was already long. It had reached the mid back length, and I had been seriously considering cutting it. When I mentioned to Rebekah that I was thinking about cutting it, she practically exploded on me, so I've let it grow out and right now it's almost touching my tailbone, so I guess that is a good thing, right?

I still feel guilty for feeling happy about Elijah and our nuptials in light of what happened to Tatia's delivery of what would've been her second child. Ayana had managed to turn the little guy around, but somehow his umbilical cord had become too tightly wrapped around his neck and by the time he was delivered, it was too late. Lodur and Tatia's relationship suffered afterwards. Although he didn't outright blame his wife for the death of his only son, his absence from their household was not a good sign. He volunteered to stand guard at the same outpost I'd traveled with Tatia and Ayana all those months ago.

I need to find time to see how she is doing and offer whatever support I can.

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Ayana's Dwelling
August 25, 999

"Stop fidgeting, Ella, I'm almost done!" Rebekah hissed as she finished weaving the flower arrangement into Elena's already braided hair.

"Sorry Bekah, I've just been feeling anxious well about everything." Elena offered apologetically. Rebekah huffed in response and mollified Elena sat patiently waiting for her soon to be sister-in-law to finish.

"There finished."

Elena slowly stood up and not for the first time wished that mirrors were more commonplace in this time instead of being an expensive luxury item in the tenth century.

"You look beautiful." Romana clapped when Elena slowly turned around for the benefit of her friends. Tatia was even there, but was busy nursing her daughter. Elena knew that she needed to talk to her about what happened, but she didn't quite know how to broach the subject without sounding too arbitrative into her strained relationship. It did irk her that Lodur seemed to blame his wife for the death of his firstborn male child. It wasn't like Tatia had any control over what happened.

"You really do Elena and Elijah is a very fortunate man to have someone as beautiful as you for a bride." Tatia's soft-spoken voice added.

"Thank you, all of you, for being here with me," Elena finally said after she could manage not to cry from the support she had from her friends. At least I didn't need to worry about ruining my makeup, she thought ruefully. They had some primitive form of it and what they had was applied only sparingly, but it had been enough for her.

She heard a knock at the door and Romana stood and, after checking to see who it was, admitted Esther inside. For an unknown reason, Elena suddenly felt worry bloom in her chest and she barely managed to cover it with a smile as her future mother-in-law looked at the curious faces before finally speaking.

"Girls, I would like to have a moment alone with my future daughter."

A part of Elena wanted to ask for Rebekah to stay, but she silently waited as the girls filed their way outside. Tatia took longer to carry her child out. She did offer her a wane smile before stepping past the door threshold. Wordlessly, Esther closed the door after everyone had left before she turned to once again face Elena.

"Elena, based on what I understand, you don't need to be told about expectations you will be facing after the wedding ceremony. I just wanted to talk to you about other important matters."

"Um… Okay, but what do you mean by 'other important matters'?" Elena asked carefully. Ever since Esther had used Tatia's blood in a spell to find where she was several months back she'd caught Esther watching her and Tatia more than once and she couldn't help to worry about it, but she hadn't had time to bring the matter up with Ayana yet.

"Elena, when I first married my husband, the only thing I could think of was giving him a son, and I became so fixated on getting pregnant I didn't spend time getting to know my husband better as a newly married couple should. However, Mikael was growing more impatient with me with each passing month I failed to conceive." Esther started.

"What did you do?"

"I resorted to asking my older sister for a fertility spell and it worked. By the time of my next cycle I was with child and nine months later my little Freya was born." Esther explained, and Elena could hear the sadness in the older woman's voice at the mention of her daughter's name.

"Mikael and I didn't have any further problems afterwards, Finn and then Elijah followed in the next five years or so. In fact, I… I was pregnant with Elijah when we lost Freya to the plague and it devastated both me and my husband. That is part of the reason we moved to this strange new world for a fresh start, but I personally was still grieving the loss of my child and at the time Mikael and I were drifting apart. If it wasn't for finding out that I was carrying Niklaus, I don't honestly know what would have come of my marriage."

Esther waited as if she was waiting for Elena to consider everything that she had explained about her past but confusion furrowed Elena's brow as she tried to make a connection between how it was related to Elijah and her wedding today. Then a stray conversation with Elijah months ago came back.

"Is that part of the reason you want Elijah and I to hold off having children so soon after exchanging our vows?" Esther nodded smiling sadly at her. For a reason she didn't quite understand why, it felt to her at least that there was something else going on but she didn't want to get into that particular detail right now. Drawing in a breath, she wrapped her arms around her midsection as she considered what she was going to say next.

"I'm not saying you and my son shouldn't have children. I just want you both to take your time and grow as a married couple. I think in maybe a couple of years you can start trying to have children."

Elena couldn't help to feel that there was something more going on, but after what had happened during Tatia's delivery, she wasn't ready to go through all that and lose a child in such a way. It was easy to forget how many children in this particular time period didn't survive. Elena eyed the witch and asked how Elijah and she were going to avoid conceiving a child.

Esther held up a small glass via for Elena to take, she did but waited for her future mother-in-law to explain.

"You only need to consume this once a month just a week before the start of your cycle and you won't be able to become pregnant until the next month." Elena still hesitated and the older woman smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I promise there are no ill effects."

Elena uncorked the vial and, wanting the discussion to be over with, tilted it so the foul tasting liquid slid down her throat. She felt like gagging but resisted the urge. All the while, she handed the now empty vial back.

"Thank you for doing this Elena," Esther stated. Whatever tension Elena thought she heard in Esther's voice was absent now. "But now I think it's time we get my daughter and your other friends back in here so you can finish getting ready."

10 Minutes Later:

Elena could barely contain her excitement as they approached the base of the large white oak tree. She couldn't stop a smile that suddenly lit her features once she could see all of Elijah's brothers and himself waiting for her. Even Mikael seemed pleased as she and her small entourage finally joined the others waiting for them.

Elijah and Elena stood together as his mother started calling on Frigg, the goddess of marriage, childbirth, and home. Thanks to Alaric, she knew that it was the custom of their peoples to hold weddings on Friday to gain favor from the Norse Deity.

"Fairest Frigg, matron of marriage, most gracious of goddesses, hear my hailing. As I beech upon you for your favorable blessings for my son and my new daughter's eternal union," Esther droned on and while Elena was doing her best to listen to every word her future mother-in-law was saying, there were portions of the ritual that were spoken in a language she'd never heard before. Although Elena didn't honestly care if miraculously Esther started speaking in Klingon or Tolkien Elvish, her mind was fixated on the simple fact that she was getting married to the noble man she'd come to love.

Try as she might, she couldn't quite remember when or where it had happened. If she was being honest with herself, she'd felt a certain degree of pull towards him the first time she encountered him in that abandoned mansion after she had been kidnapped by Rose and Trevor. Sure she'd been terrified after everything Rose had said to her and she'd just broken off her relationship with Stefan again, but seeing Elijah at the top of the stairs then a split second standing inches from her she felt something other than fear and that had truly terrified her.

Esther, having finished, motioned for Elena and Elijah to vertically kneel in front of her, facing each other. That was when Elena noticed Tatia had handed off her daughter to Ayana so she could awkwardly balance a scabbard sword in her upturned palms. A part of her worried that holding the heavy weapon was too much, but Elena couldn't see any strain on her supposed cousin's face, so for now she let the matter drop. Mikael was almost mirroring Tatia actions with an all too familiar sword hilt that bore the engraved Mikaelson family crest.

During their wedding preparations, two important problems had arisen that neither she nor Elijah had realized until Tatia had asked what they were going to do regarding the bride and groom exchanging swords between them.

Elijah would have had to travel back to Norway to retrieve a blade that once belonged to one of his ancestor's graves. While she would present a sword that should have belonged to her father. Considering it would take months to retrieve the Mikaelson's blade and thanks to her implanted memories and fictional past, Elena had already given her sword to her first husband. And after the supposed treasonous betrayal of her then husband offering the same sword would have been tainted with ill undertones, or so Rebekah had explained to Elena.

Now it seemed that Mikael was giving his own sword to Elijah and Elena felt a sense of amazement with regard to the gesture. Elena had privately noted that while Esther seemed to favor her eldest son Finn more, it was Mikael that treated Elijah the same way, and that bothered Elena. Her adoptive parents had never done that to either her or Jeremy, who was technically their biological child.

"Now, with these swords, we will unite the Mikaelson and Petrova families. From this point onwards one family would be responsible for protecting the other. The two are forever blood kin," Esther intoned. Then Mikael offered his blade to his son while Tatia did the same for Elena.

"Elijah Mikaelson, my husband to be. Please take up my blade and defend our family from our enemies." Elena recited the words she practiced for days.

"Elena Petrova, my wife to be, please hold my family's blade for our future son so he may defend us from our future enemies," Elijah answered back. Thankfully, they'd practiced this together and the exchange of family weaponry didn't result in either of them dropping the weapon during the still cumbersome exchange. Thankfully, they both were allowed to place the scabbarded swords next to them and together they shifted to a sitting kneel position for the remainder of the ceremony.

Rebekah smiled at her soon to be sister when she handed the ring Elena was meant to place on Elijah's finger while Ayana handed her ring to Elijah.

"I, Elena Petrova, take thee, Elijah Mikaelson, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according with the Spirits of Nature; and thereto I pledge thee my faith." Elena declared as she leaned forward slowly, sliding his ring onto his ring finger. His large, warm hands felt welcoming to her, and she was reluctant to let them go. The knowing twinkle in his brown eyes were more than enough to express his own feeling on the matter. Then it was his turn and Elena felt her breath catch as his outreached hand made contact with her own.

"I, Elijah Mikaelson, take thee, Elena Petrova, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according with the Spirits of Nature; and thereto I pledge thee my faith."

"Ladies and honored men of our small community, may I be the first to present Elijah and Elena Mikaelson!" Esther's voice rang out and the gathered audience applauded. Still, Elena felt strange that kissing the bride from her time was not part of Norse tradition. She'd been sorely tempted to introduce it but decided it really wasn't that important; she'd have plenty of intimate moments with her new husband in private. Picking up their weapons, Elena and Elijah stood when Esther motioned for them to stand.

"Now, as is custom, the foot race back to the Mikaelson's longhouse will start on my count of three. The last one to arrive will serve beer and honeyed mead to the others." Mikael declared.

Kol winked at Elena and she rolled her eyes at her new brother-in-law. He'd privately told her that he would personally beat her back to the house, ignoring custom that she as the new bride was expected to win the race and she privately vowed not to let the little prankster beat her. So instead she wordlessly rubbed her eyebrow in response, the subaudible growl of annoyance almost made her smirk right back at him.

"One."

"Two," Elena braced herself. She held the sword to the side of her as her muscles grew taut.

"Three," She sprinted away as fast as she could manage while carrying her sword. As expected Kol was trying to slip past her but she was ready for him and when he came even with her she let the tip of the scabbarded blade to trip him up not causing him to fall outright but just enough to break his fast stride allowing her to beat all of them to the front door of her new home.

Her new husband, after he handed their swords to Klaus, he picked her up, cradling his new bride against his chest as he then carried her inside.

"You are a mischievous woman, Elena Mikaelson, what other tricks do you have up your sleeves?" He whispered playfully into her ear. He was always serious most days but not much as she'd remembered him in her former life. Still in this time her new home he did occasionally allow himself to show more emotion at least to her and his family. She turned slightly to the side then kissed him gently on the lips. She breathed out in a husky voice, low enough so only he could hear.

"That remains to be seen, my husband, perhaps tonight I will show you."

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Hours later and after way too much honeyed mead, they retired for the evening as the after wedding celebrations continued. Thankfully, Elena had promised to drink the watered down mead her new husband had offered her after Kol, who'd come in last, kept trying to get her drunk on. Contrary to Norse custom, Elena had proven to be such a lightweight when it came to alcohol that Elijah had already taken upon himself the need to keep her drinking to the barest amount out of necessity. Besides there was enough of the bride-ale, as she learned during Tatia's wedding, to last for the newly married couple to consume for at least until the next first moon cycle.

Rebekah had her own fun when she handed Elena a very heavy hammer that supposedly was an imitation of the God Thor's Mjollnir she had to keep in her lap to ask the fabled Deity for granting her strong children. She muttered to herself about getting back at her sister at some point. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves too. She even managed not to blush to hard when Elijah escorted her to their bedroom. Thankfully she had left the hammer in the seat she just vacated.

Finally, Elena breathed a sigh of relief when Elijah carried her to their new room. Thankfully, since she was technically previously married, they didn't need to have witnesses to confirm that their marriage was about to be consummated. The implanted memories she gained for her first marriage were more than enough for her to deal with. She had some rather choice words with her guardian Ayana after one particularly disturbing dream about her supposed first night with her ex-husband.

She watched as Elijah closed their bedroom door behind him. She couldn't help to watch as he slowly turned to face her. He smiled, looking down at his new bride.

"Alone at last," his voice seemed to rumble from somewhere deep within his chest. Elena couldn't help feeling the pull toward him as she finally gave in and before she could respond, his lips were like molten fire against her own. They hadn't been allowed to talk or even see each other for the last two days, and neither one of them wanted to waste a single moment apart. Never again.

"Lijah," she moaned into his mouth as he pinned her to the wall. Feeling breathless, Elena's hands roamed over his chest as she tried to pull his tunic off, but his hands blocked her attempt to divest him of his clothing as he fumbled with the drawstrings of her bodice. Knowing that they weren't getting anywhere, Elena, with some reluctance, gently pushed him away but caught his hand before he could move too far away.

Wordlessly, she led him over to their bed and she couldn't help to entice him as she seductively pulled the drawstring's knot apart, allowing her dress to pool around her bare feet. She had never felt more vulnerable yet so desired before in her life.

"By the gods, you're beautiful," he uttered, and Elena smiled coyly when it finally dawned on her he hadn't meant to say that aloud.

"I believe that one of us is wearing far too much clothing, my husband."

Elijah, taking the hint, started to pull his clothing off as fast as he could without shredding the fabric. Elena couldn't help but let her gaze sweep over his naked form.

"I want…" her words faded on her lips as she bit down as she finally got a good at his manhood and couldn't help to gape. He was larger than she thought, and she felt a degree of trepidation.

"Elijah… I'm scared," she whispered.

He took her into his arms, his fingers ghosted over her cheek as he gazed into her nervous eyes. "You have my word that I won't hurt you, love."

He touched their foreheads together, and she placed her shaky hand over his heart. The calming, repetitive beating of his heart helped to soothe her anxiety. Not that she hadn't ever had sex before, but her husband's was breathtaking.

"I want to… to touch you." Reflexively she licked her lips and that elicited a growl of approval form him.

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips as if in silent invitation.

Elena couldn't help herself as her fingers encircled his shaft and silently judged if his girth would hurt her. She wasn't sure it was her or him that initiated it, but the next thing she was aware of she was looking up at his stoic face as he climbed on to the bed with her and his fingers started to trace up long her curved waist.

"Please Elijah," she whimpered. Elijah marveled at how every inch of her body seemed as if it was made for him. His lips started trailing kisses down from the nape of her neck as his callused hand cupped her breast. Her olive skin turned into goose flesh as his mouth took on her erect nipple on her opposite breast.

"Elijah," she let out another whimper.

Elijah's fingers gave one final tweak before he slipped lower until his face stubble scraped against her bare thighs. Elena's breath caught as he inhaled her scent before his fingers slightly parted her lips of her sex as his tongue darted out for taste. The feeling was electric and she arched her back silently begging for more. Stefan had never done this to her and a part of her was actually glad he hadn't either that privilege was only for her new husband.

"Ohhhh! God," Elena moaned as her fingers tangled in his long hair, he smiled as her hips pushed upward against his probing mouth. Encouraged by her responses up until now, he pushed his tongue deeper into her center and marveled at its delectable taste. His cock jerked as Elijah tried to contain himself. He temporarily removed his mouth as he gently pushed his middle finger inside of her, her lips quivered with need. Her moan brought a growl from somewhere deep within him.

"Elijah… Please, I need…" Elena's legs started to tremble when he added a second finger and flicked a thumb over her clit before his fingers pistoned into her. Elena's nails dug into his scalp, and with one final thrust of his finger, Elijah felt her slick walls clench around his digits as her orgasm struck, soaking them with her climax. He couldn't resist the urge to taste her nectar one final time before climbing his body back up hers.

"My lovely Elena, you taste divine,' he growled, biting into her shoulder lightly before shifting his body over hers. Elena moaned as she instinctively spread her legs, allowing him to center himself better.

"I… need you now!" she growled as her hand reached between them and pumped his hard length in wanton need. He groaned aloud in approval as she rubbed his head up the slick length of her twitching vulva lips. "My husband make me yours now and forever."

He claimed her mouth just as he felt her lining his cock from her center, her core waited for him to claim what belonged to him and no other. He pushed slowly in, pausing to allow his bride's vagina to accustom itself before inching deeper. Her hand clenched the bedding as he pushed ever deeper. Her hot channel clenched tight around him and he groaned when he finally bottomed out.

She startled to babble nonsensically as he started to pull out before pushing back in and felt her body flush with heat as her hands gripped around his shoulders, she wanted him deeper and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He thrust deep and pulled out before repeating the act that a more rational Elijah or Elena knew had been repeated since the dawn of mankind. A guttural cry of need tore from Elena's throat as he set a firm pace. He didn't want to rush this; he wanted to push her over the edge once more before he found his own release. He wasn't just claiming her; he was marking her as his and his alone.

She cried out, begging him for quick release, but he was having none of that. He wanted her to cry out his name when she climaxed for the second time. Her arousal filled the musky air as her fingers reflexively dug into his back, drawing what he could only guess was blood and that only encouraged the animal hidden within him and he thrust ever faster.

"Elijah! I… I'm gonna…"

"Let yourself go," he panted, not lessening his pace. She tried to resist, but it was too much for her. Having reached her breaking point, Elena arched her back and groaned out loud as her core clenched tight once more around his cock as her body shook from the mind shattering orgasm radiating out from her core. Seeing her lose it, his balls tightened up into his body as he finally erupted into his panting wife, spilling his seed inside of her waiting womb.

He knew that she'd taken a contraceptive potion at the bidding of his mother, and while the rational side of his brain understood why, the primitive side of his brain wanted to see her belly swell with his child.

He kissed her slowly, almost in a lazy drug hazed trance. Still inside her, he felt himself shrinking. Although he wanted to stay buried in her, he knew that their lovemaking had its limitations. Before long, he had her safely enfolded in his arms.

"Th… That was amazing!" she finally breathed, still not fully trusting her ability to speak coherently.

"No Lovely Elena, you are amazing," he muttered into the back of her hair.

"I love you Elijah Mikaelson."

"And I love you Elena Mikaelson," he muttered as he felt her drift, off he wasn't sure if she'd heard him, he resolved to tell her again in the morning, for now he was content to let her sleep.