Chapter 5

Notes: Hey guys! Here I am, once again… anyway, I wanna thank you for your prompts and favs, kudos… it means a lot to me!

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Anonymous on Tumblr: Hiyah, I sent a Kelijah idea to someone, and never got created, so maybe you would like it? It's for a gif set Katherine comes miles to see Elijah and he's acting like he doesn't care reading. She takes his book and he tells her patience is a virtue. I wonder if he continues to act like he doesn't care and she would think he doesn't care he hasn't seen her in so long and doesn't matter she came to see him. She tries to play it off, but he notices she's hurt as she throws book back and is leaving

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Katherine Pierce ascended the front steps to The Abattoir, suitcase in hand, cladded in dark jeans, lace blouse, jacket and shiny black pumps.

The sun was setting behind her, giving space for the night to arrive and wash New Orleans black in its wake.

It was a known fact nowadays that she worked with the Original Family. Not literally, although Klaus had made a new deal with her – even though deals were Elijah's thing – recruiting her to collect information on covens, werewolf packs, vampire's communities around the globe, mostly Europe. Apparently, being king of New Orleans wasn't enough for the Original Hybrid, to a certain degree, he wanted world dominance as well.

Katherine wasn't one hundred percent approving of that idea, God knew a supernatural world dictated by Klaus Mikaelson wasn't ideal, but as long as she could travel the world on Klaus account, she was accepting the terms.

They weren't friends, not in the slightest, but could be civil enough around each other – mostly for Elijah' sake – and their business arrangement was rewarding on both ends.

Katherine could be an amazing data-gather, information trader, and an even better warn-sender when it came to deliver a message clearly.

And that was why she was entering the Mikaelson Family manor by the front door, closing the structure behind her and walking to the parlor.

Nothing there.

Nobody's home, apparently.

Which was good.

A deal – or an employment contract – didn't mean she liked the family.

Well, not most of them, to be honest.

She liked Hope, - which was odd, because, hello! teenager - Caroline was a suitable step-mother-material and a nice enough shopping partner when Katherine was around enough time to do so.

Rebekah was hideous. They couldn't stand each other, although they both hated Elena, counting that as a truce matter warrantable enough not to jump at each other's throats at all times. Her boyfriend, Marcel was good enough, she didn't have that much of a conversation that wasn't professional inclined with him, though.

Finn, Freya and Henrik were dead, so who cares? Everything she knew about them were flickers the siblings let scape every now and then.

Kol was the sassy one, usually wasn't around much either, but they had bumped on each other around Europe a couple times and partied together. Katherine considered him her male version.

He would be her favorite Original there wasn't another one.

Elijah.

She smiled with the thought and almost immediately brushed it off. She wouldn't be so inattentive of being seen around the house with a stupid smile on her face.

She was still Katherine Pierce.

But Elijah was her favorite for countless motives.

They have loved each other for so long now, that she had long lost count on the exact moment it happened. Katherine only knew it never stopped.

She sashayed around the house, her suitcase forgotten by the parlor threshold, and found her lover where she first thought he would be. His study.

She didn't knock, for she assumed he caught her scent and the noise around the manor when she first entered, so Katherine only pushed the door open and walked inside, her heels' in contact with the carpeting making a muffed sound.

He's sitting comfortably in the armchair by the grand window.

When she closes the door behind her and locks it, he only turns the page of the heavy book he's reading. Not even a glance at her direction.

WTF?!

Katherine choses not to say a word. He knows she's here, he's only unspokenly telling her to wait.

She considers it and grants him the silence, choosing to wander around the room, examining bookshelves full of old volumes in innumerous subjects and languages, she goes to his desk and ruffles through the papers there as well, she rummages in his drawers and opens his laptop, going for not hacking her way in.

In all that, 20 minutes passed already and the only sound in the room aside from her heels in the carpet, are the pages he turns, on the far side of the study.

Katherine groans in annoyance and sashays in his direction.

Once in front of him, hand in hip and glossy curls bouncing in her wake, she snaps the book close, yanking it from his hands.

Elijah stays still, only movement being him looking at her through his lashes, his lips curling in amusement.

"Won't talk to me?" Katherine questions, the book hanging from her manicured hand. Her face showing pure annoyance.

"Patience is a virtue, Katerina,"

He was expecting her eye roll as much as her next words "And you know very well it was never my strong suit,"

Elijah crosses his legs and claps his hands together in front of his face analyzing the vampire in front of him.

The last rays on sun shining over her figure in a way only one side of her was in yellow light, as the other was almost too dark.

Just like her expression.

Katherine examines the book's cover.

Stupid Russian book she's never read and certainly won't now.

Utilizing of his sudden European knowledge, Elijah should know that from Bulgaria, where she was hunting witches for his family, to NOLA it was a 10-hour flight, 5,868 miles.

She hadn't come all this way to see him and be trumpeted out over a book.

"You probably know the distance between Russian territory and American," she says handling the book back at him, "but did you know that from Sofia, to New Orleans there's 5,868 miles in between?" and that I traveled all that just to see you? Kath wants to say that too, although she swallows the sentence. She would not play the hurting girlfriend. If he didn't want her here, that was fine. She would move to a hotel, 'till the next flight to NYC, her next destination.

She's using a smirk when she says that, but Elijah catches a glimpse of hurt in her eyes. And before he can say anything, she's scoffing and turning to exit the room.

Elijah got himself on his feet and took her wrist in his hand before she reached the door saying her name in the process.

"Katerina," he started, but she didn't give him a chance to go on.

"Don't 'Katerina' me!" the brunette said turning her upper body in her lover's direction. "We spent months without seeing each other! Me in Europe wresting my way into supernatural world in name of your family, I'm not complaining, that was the deal I got and I love wracking havoc and be able to blame someone else, but Elijah, I haven't seen you in so long, and now you're acting like a dull, choosing a book over me!"

The man let go of her arm and inserted his hands inside his front pockets, listening to her demands. Ones he should admit, made total sense.

Seeing he wouldn't defend himself or say anything whatsoever, she shrugged "I don't need this," and resumed her walking away process. "I'm gonna be in a hotel, if your brother needs to speak with me," Katherine informed and yanked the study's door open.

That was when he found his voice "It's already evening, you don't need to go all the way to a hotel, stay here at the compound,"

Katherine rolled her eyes with his protective attitude. Like she wasn't one of the deadliest creatures out there.

She didn't respond and walked away, but when he heard the noise of suitcase wheels up the stairs, Elijah knew she'd granted him the wish.

Even though he absolutely didn't deserve it.

He was an idiot.

Most times, his siblings said that to him. He resolved not believing in it, although at this precise moment, after finishing the stupid book that had started it all, Elijah Mikaelson couldn't agree more with his relatives.

The woman, of exquisite beauty, willingly loving his withdrawn persona, all his faults and flaws, that helped his family spread and grow its power – even though out of a deal, Elijah knew Niklaus confided in Katerina the task because he knew that outside from his siblings, she was the most capable one of doing it, it wasn't nothing running away from him for more than 500 years staying in the same city as him sometimes, no less – so imagine how unarticulated of him – regardless of how many words and languages he knew – when Katerina had arrived and he was uncapable of paying attention and attend to her needs.

Needs that had her coming to NOLA to fulfill. When he knew for a fact, she could fix anywhere in the world and with anyone also.

Elijah was feeling unworthy. Exiled of any reason whatsoever.

The worst of all being he didn't even know why he had done it. In spite, maybe?

Dense, in any case.

The thing with Katerina was that she was a 'here and now' kind of spirit. And he could see where she came from, going through centuries running away, she would want to appreciate life to its maximum once free, right?

However, he wasn't like that.

And usually that wasn't a problem. On the contrary. They balanced each other perfectly that way.

Except when they didn't.

Like this evening.

He would have to apologize if he wanted the chance of her accepting his proposal in the near future.

Sighing heavily, Elijah left the comfort of his favorite armchair in his study and ascended the stairs in intentions to discover in which guest room she was staying.

Surprisingly, pleasantly so, she was in his room. Or their room, when she stayed at the manor.

Elijah set foot in the room cautiously in case she wasn't in the mood for his presence and wanted him to leave her alone.

She wasn't anywhere to be found.

The room was dark except for the side lamp giving it a yellow warm glow. The French doors to his particular veranda were open and he figured she would be there.

She wasn't.

For a moment he feared she would've left for the hotel like she said she would, although that idea escaped him when he listened more carefully catching sounds coming from his ensuite bathroom.

"Katerina," he called in a low voice approaching the ajar bathroom door, knocking lightly.

She didn't grace him with a response, but he knew she was inside.

Weighting his options, he opted for pushing open the door slowly and enter the steam filled place.

The grand mirror was blurred by the steam and he immediately felt the temperature difference between his room and the bathroom.

The eldest Original looked around seeing the most beautiful thing in the world in his eyes.

Katerina bathing herself with a sponge.

Her curls in a high bun on the top of her head, foam all around her in the bathtub, one of her legs up high in front of her as she rubbed it slowly. Her nude shoulders glistening with water droplets and what it seemed like essential oils, her neck so inviting for him to taste.

Katherine didn't avert her eyes for the task at hand to face her lover, but continued rubbing her other leg saying "I'm running a bath, Elijah, what do you want?"

Of course, she knew he wanted her.

She could palpate the tension, feel his need, hear his blood running faster through his veins by the second, hear him getting rid of his jacket, the hiss of his belt as he got rid of that too, he toeing off his shoes, placing his cufflinks in the countertop, his tie following soon after…

"What are you doing?" Katherine inquired lowering her leg and getting to the edge of the bathtub, her hands gripping its border.

"Joining you?" he responded starting to unbutton his man-shirt and looking at her in confusion.

He was fully planning on apologizing the best way he knew how.

Katherine smirked in response and when he approached her, now free of his trousers and only in his boxers, looking esculent she must add, with a tent in his underwear, longing coupling with her, she moved back to her previous position with a devious smirk adorning her face, sponge in hand, now running it through her long slim arms "Oh, darling 'Lijah, didn't you say it yourself? Patience is a virtue,"

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Notes: GUYS! I need to make things clear here, I do not scrip any of my fics, like ever! I go on a writing rampant 'till I feel it's finished, you know? This fic definetly wasn't end this way when I started it, but the idea just popped into my head and I wrote it okay, I guess?

Also, I hope the person that prompted it liked it! I was sent the gif set after I wrote the fic, so I changed some things, although couldn't het myself to change the ending.

Here's the link for the GIFset

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