AN: I don't own TVD or TO.
Again there is smut in this chapter.
She took a deep breath. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the silverware while her eyes explored the restaurant.
She hadn't wanted to say yes, but Rebekah had insisted that she go.
"You might not want to admit it Elena," Rebekah tore through her friend's closet, "but you're not the casual type. Go out on one date with this guy and you'll be reminded of that."
"Bekah's right," Caroline vetoed a few of the dresses, "you're not satisfied with just sex. We can tell you're craving more; even if you don't want to admit it yet."
"I don't want to go out with Nik's friend," Elena shook her head. It felt wrong going out with someone while she was sleeping with him.
"Therein lies the point we are trying to make," Rebekah pushed the green dress into her hands. "I can see it in your face. You feel guilty, and you have no reason to."
"Just go out with him once, Elena," Caroline pushed her into the ensuite. "If you like him then you can keep seeing him and call things off with your fuck buddy."
Elena resisted the urge to laugh and backed into the bathroom. "You've never said those two words together in your life have you?"
"Nope," Caroline grimaced, "that was a first. Will you go please? If you don't like him then you'll only have wasted an evening."
"Will it shut you two up?" Her eyes flickered between her roommates who were eagerly nodding. "Fine."
She slammed the bathroom door shut and stripped out of her clothes. She opened the door a crack when Caroline knocked.
"What?" She caught the lace her friend passed through the small opening.
"In case the date goes well," Rebekah giggled.
"Elena?"
She lifted her chin and nodded. "Stefan?"
"Yeah," he lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. "You are even more beautiful than described."
"Do you find that flattery works for you?" Elena lowered her hand into her lap and gave him a quick once over while he sat down.
"It's never hurt," Stefan laughed. "Nik tells me you're a writer."
"I am," she nodded. "I've written a couple of children's books and am currently working on a novel."
Elena kicked off her heels at the door and collapsed on the couch. She lifted her head when Caroline walked out of her bedroom with a small bag over her shoulder.
"How was the date?" She zipped her coat and slid into her boots.
"It was fine," Elena shrugged. "I doubt there will be a second though."
"Aww," Caroline perched on the coffee table. "You didn't like him? I thought you two would hit it off."
"He was great Care," she tucked her legs under her and faced her friend. "I just… I think my mind was somewhere else." She focused on the bag. "Are you going somewhere?"
Caroline glanced at the duffle bag. "Yeah," she grimaced. "Nik called and says he wants to take me away for the weekend."
"When was this?" Elena leaned forward and grinned.
"About twenty minutes ago," her eyes darted to the door when it opened to admit her boyfriend.
"Twenty minutes notice?" Elena gasped. She mock glared at Nik when he stepped into the living room. "Don't you know that the best surprises are the ones she knows of five days in advance?"
"I was feeling spontaneous," Nik pulled Caroline into his arms. "That's a pretty dress," he tilted his head when he saw the green material.
"Thanks…" Elena smiled. "So you two are going away… where's Bekah?"
"She's at Marcel's," Caroline headed towards the door. "They were going to head down to Mystic Falls tomorrow for the day."
Elena toyed with the edge of her dress when they left. Without a distraction her mind drifted back to the last time she had seen Elijah nearly a week before. They had both been super busy and hadn't had a chance to get together; at least that was what she told herself.
Her hand came up to her mouth when she thought of his kiss. She'd spent the week agonizing over it. Every time he called she would let it go to voicemail and finger her lips; she'd usually send him a text a little later and apologize saying she was in a meeting or some other excuse.
She knew she liked him. Caroline and Rebekah had been right. She was not the casual kind of girl. She craved a relationship as much as she craved him. She didn't want to give up what they had, but she wanted more.
Thinking about him was all kinds of confusing. One thing was very certain however she wanted him.
She hadn't been lying when she said he'd turned her into a nymphomaniac.
Rising from the couch she pushed open the door to her room and didn't bother to close it; she was home alone and she would be until the next night.
Kneeling on the floor she set her phone on the mattress and reached under the bed to pull of the long box. Sitting on her comforter she lifted the lid and tilted her head to view the contents.
Reaching for her cell phone she told herself the kiss didn't mean anything. It was no strings attached sex, and he had told her she could call him up anytime. She knew it was probably a bad idea, but she did it anyway.
So I was on this blind date and all I could think about was when you were going to get around to punishing me.
E – What are you doing right now?
Contemplating which toy I want to play with. ;) I've got the house to myself tonight…
E – I'll be there in a half hour.
Reaching into the box she pulled out a tapered butt plug and the lube before stripping. She laid her clothes over a chair in the corner and strode into her bathroom. Holding the plug over the sink she poured a dollop of lube into her hand and spread it over the plug until it dripped down the sides into the porcelain sink.
She knelt on the floor and stretched her arm behind her. Her slick fingers slid between her cheeks and circled her ass. A shiver raced down her spine while she teased the puckered opening.
She moaned when she pushed her index finger through the ring of muscle. She worked it in and out several times before adding a second finger and pumping. Her abdomen quivered in anticipation when she picked up the plug.
The familiar burn radiated through her ass. She pulled the long plug back and worked it in again until it was nestled snuggly in her butt. Elena took a moment to bask in the feeling of being full before standing to answer the incoming message. She clenched her ass tightly around the plug and chewed her lip while reading.
E – are you warming up?
Yes
E – Stop. I want you lying face down on your bed
What about the toys I was already using?
E – Leave them where they are
She quickly washed the lube from her hands before striding back into her room. She shifted the box to the foot of the bed and grinned wickedly as she lifted the dildo.
She knelt on her bed and worked the fake cock into her dripping pussy. She braced herself on one hand and pumped it in and out quickly several times before burying the bright green toy in her tight snatch and lying down.
Her cunt convulsed around the dildo when the door opened and she heard him calling her from the living room.
"I'm in here." She turned her head on the pillow and smirked when he walked into her bedroom.
"Now that is quite the view," he tilted his head and perused her naked backside. His fingers flicked the end of the dildo in her pussy.
"You said leave them where they were," Elena moaned at the sensation.
"And was this here," Elijah took the dildo and gave her a shallow thrust, "when you got that message?"
She buried her face in the pillow and gasped. The moving toy had shifted the plug in her ass and stoked a fire in her belly.
"Elena?"
She nodded quickly.
"You know you're a terrible liar," he slowly fucked her pussy with the toy. When she was a panting mess he removed it and pulled her up to lie across his lap. "Tell me the truth Elena," he kneaded the soft cheek beneath his hand and tapped the plug.
"I…" she chewed her lip and stared at the carpet, "… I'm not lying." She yelped when his hand came down on her ass.
Elijah soothed the red mark with his hand. Juices coated her inner thighs when he slapped the other cheek.
"You know Elena," he ran his finger between her wet lips, "I've had an entire week to think about this and I've come to the conclusion that for the crime of being a tease you've earned a spanking. I was only going to give you ten…"
Elena moaned when his fingers found her clit.
"But then you lied to me," he moved back to squeeze her ass, "so now I'm thinking it should be twenty… does that sound fair to you, love?"
Elena pressed her lips together and nodded.
"Then count them," he brought his hand down on her right cheek.
"Three," Elena tensed and gasped.
"Nineteen…" she felt the juices running down her leg, "… twenty."
She panted when he finally stopped and instructed her to stand. She felt her thighs tremble when she stood in front of him.
Elijah stood and brushed her hair over her shoulders. His thumb brushed away the tear from her cheek.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No," she breathed. Peeking up through her eyelashes she saw his sceptical expression. "Elijah," she held his hand against her cheek, "I'm f-fine," she stuttered when he palmed her red ass.
"I'm sorry," he sighed when she winced. "I may have gone a little overboard. I shouldn't have done that while I was still upset."
"You're upset with me?" Elena stepped back and tilted her head.
"No," he shook his head, "…well yes and no. I was more upset with myself for kissing you last weekend."
"Oh," she swallowed. Does he regret doing it?
"Yeah," he blinked, "and then you spent a week avoiding my calls. I thought you were blowing me off because I broke your one rule. I thought you were upset with me, and that made me angry at both of us. I got even more upset when I learned you were out on a date tonight."
Elena blinked in surprise.
"Elijah?" She pressed her fingers to his lips. "I went to shut up Caroline."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because," she sighed, "she and Rebekah are convinced I'm not happy having casual sex… that I want more."
"Do you?" Elijah cupped her cheek.
Elena's breath caught in her throat at the almost desperate look in his eyes. What answer was he searching for? What did he want? Would she ruin everything if she was honest?
"I…" she chewed her lip. She was a terrible liar and they both knew it.
"Elena," her name rolled off his tongue, "why don't I tell you what I want?"
She nodded once.
"I thought I would be alright when we started this 'relationship', but I've come to realize something, and telling you might send you running for the hills."
"It's my house," Elena smirked, "I'm more likely to throw things at you until you shut the front door."
"That's true," Elijah looked as if he were considering changing his mind. "I don't think I can continue this… not the way we are." He took a deep breath and met her gaze. "I like you Elena. I have for a while now."
"You…" she gasped. Warmth prickled down her spine. "You like me."
"Do you really think I'm the right person to ask about this?" Elijah put the case file on his table and accepted the coffee.
"Well," Nik pulled a small box from his pocket, "I certainly wasn't about Kol. He has terrible taste in jewelry."
"Fair enough," he chuckled. Elijah lifted the lid of the box and inspected the contents. "It's not like you to be unsure of anything… I think she'll like it," he snapped the lid closed, "it's very… Caroline."
They lapsed into silence while Nik pulled out his phone and sent a quick text message.
"So what is the plan then?" Elijah sighed when the caffeine hit his system.
"I'm taking her on a surprise getaway later tonight," he grinned.
"Surprised you're not leaving now," Elijah rubbed his jaw. Not for the first time that day he checked his phone for any missed messages. He hadn't seen Elena in a week because of her schedule; their communication had become limited to text messages. He missed her voice. He missed seeing her face every day and listening to her infectious laugh.
"I wanted to," Nik smirked, "but Caroline requires twelve hours' notice to be spontaneous. Also she has to wait for Elena to get back; apparently she borrowed the shoes Caroline wants to wear."
"Where did Elena go that she needed Caroline's shoes?" Elijah straightened on the couch.
"Caroline set her up," Nik shrugged, "she's left maybe two hours ago for a date."
His mouth formed a tight line as his eyes narrowed; Nik was too focused on his phone to notice the rigid set of his older brother's shoulders. He struggled to keep his voice even as anger curled at the base of his spine.
"Yeah," Nik nodded. He glanced at his phone when it chimed. "She's back now, so I'm going to go before Caroline starts rethinking her entire wardrobe for the weekend."
"Niklaus," he called. Elijah lifted the box and felt when his brother ran back and grabbed it.
Approximately thirty minutes later his phone buzzed with an incoming message.
"Yes," he nodded, "and I want more. I want you Elena… you've no idea how jealous I was when Nik told me Caroline had set you up tonight. If I'd known where that restaurant was I probably would have barged in and ruined your date… and…" he trailed off when he took in her wide eyes, "… now I've scared you off. Do you want me to leave?"
"No," she found her voice. "I don't want you to go… I kind of wish you had ruined my date."
"That bad?" His eyes narrowed.
"No," she laughed, "he was actually very nice, but I… I couldn't stop thinking about you. Rebekah and Caroline were right… I want more."
"Would that be more with me?" He raised his brows hopefully.
Elena didn't answer. Instead she wrapped her hands around his neck and drew him to her mouth in a soft kiss.
He wound his arms around her waist and pulled her to straddle his thighs. His fingers found their way into her hair as he slanted his mouth over hers. Her breath fanned across his face when she rested her brow against his.
"Would it be forward of me to take that as a yes?" He breathed.
Elena laughed and shook her head. "No," she chewed her lip. She shivered when his fingers ghosted up and down her spine. "It wouldn't be."
His eyes narrowed in confusion when hers widened. "What's wrong?"
"We're going to have to tell Rebekah now," she sighed.
The blood drained from his face at the thought of his little sister's wrath. She hated it when her siblings got involved with her friends. The only reason she put up with Nik and Caroline was because they had started dating before the girls had become friends.
His sister was probably going to kill him. He wouldn't put it passed Rebekah to get away with it scot free. They'd never find his body.
"Maybe telling Rebekah can wait a few days," he suggested.
"You know it's only going to get worse the longer we wait, right?" Elena pushed her hair behind her ears.
"I'm not saying we wait forever," Elijah kissed her cheek, "just until I figure out the best escape route, or we tell her in a public place where she's unlikely to murder me."
"If she's going to kill either of us it will be me," Elena shuddered. "She'll need a good lawyer to get her out of trouble because it will be violent, bloody, and probably public."
"She's pretty strict about her brother's dating her friends," Elijah shook his head.
"Let's just agree that she'll kill us both then," Elena bit her lip.
"Alright," he chuckled. "Now," his fingers made a trail back up her back, "you either need to put some clothes on or I need to take some off."
Elena grinned and pulled his grey t-shirt over his head.
"Off it is then," he snickered. His hands settled on her back. He twisted around so she was lying across the width of her bed and hovered over her.
"Off it is," she smirked. Grasping the back of his neck she arched her neck and met his lips in a slow kiss.
Elena moaned. She ran her hands over the thick muscles in his back while exploring his mouth with her tongue. She gasped when his wandering fingers kneaded her reddened cheek.
"Sorry," he pulled back and panted.
"It's fine," she threaded her fingers through his hair and kissed his jaw, "I just forgot about it for a minute."
"Does it hurt?" He slid his hand down her thigh.
"A little tender," she admitted.
"Shall I make it up to you darling?"
"That all depends on what you had in mind," she tilted her head. Her eyes fluttered closed when he licked and nipped his way down her throat to her chest and sucked on her right nipple before switching to the left.
He laved open mouthed kisses down her abdomen and positioned himself between her thighs.
Elena propped on her elbows to watch him place tender kisses over her thighs. Her teeth dug into her lower lip when he ran his tongue between her folds and circled her clit. She fell back and curled her fingers into fists in the coverlet. The combination of her earlier warm up, the spanking and their make out session meant that she was already highly aroused.
Her hips bucked when he pushed two fingers into her slick heat and crooked them to stroke her g-spot while sucking on her clit. She expected him to stop when her thighs began to tremble, after all he always delighted in teasing her, but he doubled his efforts. She cried out when the coil in her belly snapped and her body convulsed in waves of pleasure.
She smiled brightly when he came back up to kiss her lips and she tasted herself on his tongue.
"I think I like it when you're apologetic," she hummed. Her lips twisted into a pout when he withdrew his fingers.
"Don't look so sad, Elena," he kissed the corner of her mouth, "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
Her eyes narrowed before slamming shut at the intrusion of the bright green dildo he had withdrawn earlier.
"Oh… fuck…" she moaned. She forgot how to breathe when he kissed her again and the thrusts of his tongue matched the movements of the toy. A keen escaped her lips when his wrist twisted the dildo so it massaged her g-spot and manipulated the plug. "Oh… yes… yes…"
Her back arched off the bed as she flew apart. She tightened her vaginal muscles when he left the dildo in her pussy and lifted his hand to tweak her nipple.
"How was that, love?" He gazed into her eyes.
"Not as good as the real thing," she squeezed him through his jeans and grinned when he hissed, "but still pretty good."
Elijah chuckled. His voice turned to a strangled groan when she rolled him over and nipped his collarbone. His hand ran down her backside and replaced the shifting toys buried to the hilt in her holes. He heard her sharp intake of breath when her fingers deftly undid his pants. He kicked off his shoes and socks and lifted his hips so she could pull off his jeans and boxers.
"Bloody hell, Elena," his head fell back when she wrapped her plump lips around his erection.
Elena met his eyes as she took him down her throat and moaned at the sensation of being completely filled.
He shuddered when her moan vibrated through him. He grasped her head and lifted her off of him to roll on top of her and kissed her lips. Elijah didn't think he'd ever get enough of her sweet mouth.
Elena moaned when he slowly pulled the dildo from her pussy. Involuntarily she clenched down around the plug when he carefully tugged it free.
"Now I'm starting to feel a little empty," she smirked.
"Would you like me to fill you up again?" He leaned down and nibbled on her ear.
"You know I do," she lifted her hips when she felt his cock against her entrance. She sighed when he slid inside and met his mouth in a sensual kiss while they rocked together slowly.
Her eyes slid open slowly when the morning light streamed across her face. She grinned when she felt the arm around her waist tighten and snuggled further into his chest. Tilting her head back she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
"Morning," he mumbled.
"Good morning," she smiled. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest when he ran his hand through her hair.
"So," Elijah ventured after her rumbling stomach disturbed the comfortable silence, "normally when I start dating a woman I take her out to dinner, but why don't we start with breakfast?"
Before Elena could respond he had slid out of bed and pulled on his boxers.
"Hey," she pouted, "there is a rule when I've got the house to myself."
"What would that be?" Elijah leaned over and met her amused eyes.
"No clothes silly," she smirked.
"That is a very good rule," he pecked her lips, "but seeing as cooking naked is rather hazardous may I please be excused from that one for now? I promise to observe it completely after breakfast."
Elena hummed and pretended to consider before sighing dramatically. "Very well, but only the boxers and they come off as soon as you're done in the kitchen."
"Deal."
Elena tilted her head and watched him exit her bedroom. Sighing she stood and cleaned the small mess they had generated the previous night. After she had washed her hands and slid the box of toys back under the bed she pulled on his t-shirt and slipped into the kitchen.
"I thought there was a no clothes rule," Elijah ran his eyes slowly up her body, "or does that only apply to me?" He blinked when she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and started peppering small kisses over his bare shoulders. "Elena."
"Yes," she giggled while raking her nails lightly down his stomach and teasing the waist band of his underwear.
He put down the spatula and captured her wandering hands. "You need to sit down," he walked her around the counter and lifted her onto a stool.
"Fine," she heaved a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes.
Elijah tilted his head when a wicked smirk lifted the corners of her mouth. His eyes grew round when she pulled his shirt over her head, leaned back on the tall chair, and crossed her legs.
"Are you sure you're hungry?" She ran her finger around her pert nipple.
"I'll tell you what," his eyes eagerly tracked the movement, "after breakfast we can take a nice, long, shower."
"That sounds agreeable," Elena nodded. She watched him finish plating the food and joined her after shutting off the stove. Her eyes widened. She moaned around the French toast. "This is incredible," she squinted at the plate, "is there fruit in there?"
"Mmhmm," he grinned. "French toast stuffed with strawberries and bananas."
"It's delicious," she took another bite of the decadent breakfast; "I might keep you around just for your cooking."
"Surely I'm good for more than that," Elijah raised an eyebrow and watched her eat.
"I'm having trouble thinking of anything right now," Elena teased. She was only half serious; it was hard to think of anything when the food was so good. She started to remember when he washed up after eating and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. She shivered when he dropped kisses to her shoulder and sucked on her neck while she finished her own food.
"Perhaps I should take you for that shower now," he whispered hotly, "and remind you of the many other reasons you want to keep me around."
I'm thinking there will be one more chapter. Maybe two... I've got this thought that Nik and Caroline might come home early because of either food poisoning, or a small fire or something that happened where they stayed.
