Elena sits at her window, her cheek against the cool glass; her eyes close as she listens to the rain. A figure slips behind her, soft breasts against her back, strong arms slipping around her stomach.

"I love the sound of the rain," Elena sighs, leaning back against her lover.

"I know you do," Rebekah responds, with a gentle kiss to her temple.

"I love you more," Elena murmurs, peeking open an eye and tilting her head to glance back at Rebekah.

"I know you do," Rebekah tells her with a cheeky smirk, and then pulls her into a kiss.