Elena slips off her heels before opening the door to the study, breaking out into a run as soon as she's in the hallway. She hears the study door open again behind her as she careens around the corner, her feet slipping a bit on the stone floor as she runs towards the foyer.

She barely hears the heavy footsteps behind her over the pounding of her heart. He's doing it on purpose: iplaying/i with her.

Elena knows he can move completely silently – and too fast for her to see or hear – if he wants to.

She doesn't look back as she hears him gaining on her; she turns another corner, and the front door is in sight.

And then suddenly, Klaus is in front of her, his body between her and the door. Elena tries to stop, but he's too close – she has too much momentum – and she crashes right into him.

He catches her, and allows her momentum to bowl him over, controlling their fall so the collision doesn't hurt Elena at all.

Elena pants, trying to catch her breath as she shifts so she's straddling his stomach, her hands on his chest for balance. He doesn't move, just stares up at her with heat in his blue eyes: fixed on her face, and then her red lace corset, her breasts nearly spilling out over the top with each pant.

By running, Elena incited his predator's instincts to ichase/i; but now that he's caught her, Klaus seems content to let Elena set the pace.

"My, what big ears you have," Elena says after she gets her breathing under control, trying not to giggle.

"Is that who you are, sweetheart? My little red riding hood?" Klaus asks her, his gaze still heated but his smile wry as he reaches up to cup one of her breasts over her corset, his thumb gently caressing her nipple through the material.

She shivers as it hardens under his touch.

"That isn't your line," Elena tells him chidingly, slapping his hand away playfully so he can't distract her.

Klaus sighs, but obliges: "The better to hear you with, my dear." His voice is flat, as if to tell her that he's playing along, but he isn't getting anything out of her little game.

Elena will change that.

She wiggles down so she's straddling his hips instead of his stomach; she wonders if he can tell that she isn't wearing panties under her red skirt.

"What big eyes you have," Elena murmurs, sliding her hands down his chest as she gives him a pointed look, bending over until her breasts threaten to pop out of her corset.

"The better to see you with, my dear," her wolf replies, his eyes fixed once again on her cleavage. Elena smiles – and to reward good behavior, she guides his hand under her skirt.

By the ways his eyes glow gold and his fangs drop when he feels her, bare and wet under his fingers, Klaus iwasn't/i aware that Elena left her lacy red panties with her heels in his study.

She does love to surprise him.

"What big teeth you have," Elena murmurs, leaning down until their lips are only a hairsbreadth away, before teasingly flicking her tongue out to trace one of his fangs.

Klaus isnaps/i.

In a blink, Elena is laid out on their bed, her skirt flipped up, Klaus's head between her thighs. "The better to eat you with, my dearest," he growls.

And so he does.