I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Four:

We stayed in the gardens for what seemed like hours, kissing, talking, walking… Time disappeared. It's unnatural how comfortable I am around him. We ended up driving to his place. It's so lush. Everything is luxurious and beautiful.

"Please, make yourself at home." Elijah offered. I shrugged out of my coat and laid it on the back of the couch.

"Are you going to give me a tour?" I asked him. He smiled.

"Of course," he took my hand and showed me around the first floor. "This is one of the rooms I'm most proud of." Elijah motioned around the kitchen. I smiled.

"You like to cook?"

"It's a passion of mine."

"Would you cook for me?"

"It would be my pleasure."

"Not tonight, though. I don't think I could eat anything if I tried."

"Not even dessert?" He whispered, nuzzling my neck. I sighed.

"Never tempt a female with the possibility of chocolate."

"Why is that?"

"It could be dangerous."

"I never offer anything I don't intend to deliver on." He told me, his voice low. Shivers went down my spine. I want him. I want him now. That would be the worst thing to do right now. I don't want a one night stand. I want a relationship. He's the kind of man that can give me that. Why does he have to be so sexy?

"Good to know," I gasped. I cleared my throat. "So, what's upstairs?" I asked him. He looked at me with hooded eyes.

"My bedroom and my office," he revealed. I nodded.

"Can I see them?"

"I'll lead the way." He led me upstairs. Was asking to see his bedroom too much? Seeing him with the bed… Damn. "This is my office. It doubles as my library." He opened double doors to a chic mahogany desk with a top line computer. My eyes scanned the walls, filled with novels. I beamed. I let go of his hand and wandered over to the shelves.

"Do you mind?" I asked him, picking up book of Edgar Allan Poe's complete works.

"No, please. I'm afraid I'm too busy to give them the attention they deserve." He gave the okay. I was transfixed by all of the books. I perused and skimmed some of my favorites. After awhile, I forced myself to stop. I could spend all day looking at these. "You look stunning." He breathed. I blushed. "On to my room?" He asked.

"Sure," I agreed. I followed him back into the hallway and to the only other door on the floor. He opened the door and I took in the blue-gray walls and his massive, well-made bed. He has double doors that lead to a balcony. His walls aren't too heavily decorated. He has great taste in art. Few paintings and other art pieces covered his walls.

"What's your verdict?"

"It's great. It suits you."

"It suits me?"

"It does. So… Weird question, can I see your bathroom?" I asked him. He looked surprised, but nodded. He opened the bathroom door for me and I peered inside. He has a Jacuzzi tub, big enough for two. I swooned. Add hot water, bubbles, wine, good music, Elijah and I'm set.

"See something you like?" He asked, slipping his hands around my waist. I nodded.

"The bathtub," I murmured. He smiled against my neck.

"Would you like to test it out?" He whispered. I melted. Swear to goddess, I melted.

"I would love to test it," I told him. I mentally kicked myself for what I was about to tell him. "But not today – it's our first date and I'm not that kind of girl."

"That can be arranged." He whispered. His lips started attacking my neck with slow, tantalizing torture. I moaned and turned around to face him. "Any time you would like to take it for a spin, let me know." He smirked. I stood on my tiptoes and pulled his lips back to mine. He picked me up and gripped my ass. I wrapped my legs around him. He slammed me into the bathroom wall. I groaned and started marking his neck with my teeth. He groaned and I felt my womanhood moisten. I can feel his erection straining against his pants. He started grinding his hips against mine. I felt his hands everywhere. He was careful not to go underneath any of my clothes.

"Fuck, Elijah," I moaned. He was sucking on my ear and making me lose my fucking mind.

"I like the way that sounds when you say it."

"What?"

"My name," he whispered. I can't stop looking at his lips. They're swollen and calling my name. We should stop before things go too far, but I don't want to.

"Elijah," I smirked. He looks just as turned on as I am. "E-li-jah," I enunciated. He growled. "Elijah," I bit my lip.

"If you keep that up, I'm not going to be able to restrain myself."

"From doing what, Elijah?"

"Kissing you senseless," he breathed.

"Is that all, Elijah?" I toyed.

"Not just your lips," he touched his fingers to my mouth. I bit his fingertip and started sucking on his finger. He leaned in and bit my bottom lip. His hand trailed down my torso and grazed my core. I shuddered against him. "I don't want to rush this, Bonnie."

"Maybe we can fast-forward to a little foreplay, can't we Elijah?" I asked. He smirked. We ended up on his bed. I couldn't get his jacket off fast enough. I ripped opened his shirt and raked my fingers over his bare chest. He pulled off my boots and slid my suspenders off of my shoulders. His hands went up my shirt, holding my body against his. I flipped our positions, so I was on top, pinning him to the bed. "I want you." I whispered. "We shouldn't." I contradicted myself.

"We don't have to take things that far. We can enjoy what we're doing." He suggested. I nodded. He started kissing me before I could change my mind. We were a frenzy of hands, feelings, tongues. Everything blurred together and it felt amazing. I can't remember when someone made my body feel this alive. What we're doing feels so intimate, when it's nothing more than a hot and heavy make out session. He makes me feel like a teenager again. After what felt like forever, we broke apart, panting.

"You're way too good at that." I told him. A smirk lazily appeared on his face. I listened to his heart pounding as I laid my head on his chest. I snuggled up to his side.

"I could get used to this."

"Laying here?"

"Laying here with you," he corrected me. "Stay with me tonight."

"I don't know if that's a good idea."

"I'm not asking you to have sex with me, Bonnie. I'm asking you to spend the night with me. Sleep with me, in my bed, allow me the pleasure of spending the night with you… That's all I'm asking for. You don't have to work until tomorrow evening. That gives you plenty of time to get home tomorrow. I can make you dessert and draw you a bath." He mused.

"Sounds too good to be true, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Or just good enough?"