Disclaimer: I don't own any characters familiar to TVD, just borrowing them for my own creative means.
Author's Note: First of all, I'm very glad that you guys enjoyed it! I didn't even mean to write it, but the idea just wouldn't leave me alone. Okay, so…there is some smut ahead. If you aren't comfortable with that, go ahead and skip to the very bottom. If you do enjoy smut, I hope you find it satisfactory!
Chapter 2
Elena pulled away when her lungs insisted on air. As soon as she pulled her mouth away from his, Elijah kissed her, placing open mouthed kisses down the column of her neck until she sucked on her pulse point.
Letting out a moan, Elena closed her eyes and enjoyed his ministrations. One hand moved to the back of his head, playing with the hair line on the back of his neck. Missing his lips, she pulled his head back up before claiming his lips once again.
When her hands slipped up his chest and began removing his jacket, his arms fell limp at his side. As soon as the offending item was removed, his arms wrapped around her body, traveling up and down the length of her back; Elijah pulled her in close to his body. Without breaking the kiss, he adjusted his body so he was sitting up, pulling Elena on his lap.
Elena adjusted her own legs so that she straddled him. The intensity of their make out session grew and their kisses deepened. Her hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it. When more than half of the buttons were undone, she pulled away to look at his body.
Elijah allowed her a moment to breathe, enjoying the look on her face as she looked at him. She looked at him as though she wanted to eat him alive, and it thrilled him.
"I just want you to know," Elena began, breathing heavily, "I don't normally do things like this." She wasn't sure why she said it; but the idea that he may have thought she had loose morals, settled wrong.
"It never crossed my mind." And it hadn't. Not only had he heard her conversation with Caroline, he'd seen her at school. She never encouraged any attention from the boys there.
Elena nodded swiftly before leaning down and kissing his neck. She licked and nibbled on every inch of his neck, taking inventory of what sensations he preferred most. She pulled his shirt further apart, exposing his chest. Her hands moved to his nipples, pinching and tugging on them. When he hissed in pleasure, she felt a fluttering in her stomach.
"I think it's time we move to the bedroom," he suggested, ripping his lips away from hers. She left him breathless.
Elena pulled away from him, her eyes wide.
"Are…is that okay?" He asked, seeing the expression on her face. She seemed wary and nervous.
She nodded. "Yeah, it's just…I haven't been with anyone in while…" By the end of her explanation, her head was down, she couldn't meet his gaze.
He nodded, though she couldn't see it. Using his finger, he tilted her head up, locking gazes with her. "Do you not want to do this?"
"No, I do…I'm just nervous…that's all." What if he found her lacking? What if he decided she just wasn't worth it?
"You have no reason to feel that way, Elena. I'll take good care of you." He sat forward against the edge of the couch, Elena still straddling him. Removing his hand from her chin, he caressed her face.
"Okay, I trust you," she confessed after a moment's hesitation. Leaning in, she kissed claimed his lips again. His hands tightened around her as he stood up, carrying her towards the destination of her bedroom.
Elena locked her legs around his waist. She never stopped kissing him during the trek. By the time they made it to her bedroom, she was surprised that he hadn't stumbled once up the stairs. As soon as they crossed the threshold of her bedroom, Elena shut the door; the sound not quite slamming shut, but loud enough. She hoped that it didn't wake anyone…she really hoped she didn't wake anyone.
Once inside the room, Elijah pushed her against the wall right next to the door.
Feeling the pressure of the wall biting into her back, Elena removed her hands from around his neck, moving back to his shirt to finish unbuttoning it. She un-tucked it, still having issues unbuttoning the bottom two buttons.
"Would you like some help?" Elijah asked, smiling at her predicament.
Elena narrowed his eyes at the teasing lilt of his voice. "No, I've got this." She pulled the material apart, thus ripping the last buttons off.
"Did you just rip my shirt?" It was expensive, but he had the money to replace it. No, that wasn't an issue at all. In fact, it was one of the most arousing things he'd seen.
"Sorry," though she really wasn't. She was embarrassed, unable to believe that she acted that way. She'd never ripped anyone's…anything. "I'll replace it before the weekends over."
When her hands moved down to his pants and she unlatched them, Elijah's head tilted back. "Don't worry about it." He carried her over to the bed, gently depositing her on the edge. Standing back up, he removed her knit top before leaning down to capture her mouth. With expert hands, he unhooked her bra, pulling the lacy material down her arms.
Elena fell backwards, expecting him to follow, but didn't move.
He stared at the flesh before him, his hands reaching for her breasts. He pinched her nipples, bringing them to a hard peak; before he leaned over and captured one in his mouth. The sound of Elena's moans grew, the sound shooting straight to his straining member. He lavished attention on one, before switching over to the other.
Lying back on the bed, Elena tried to calm her body. It had been so long since someone had touched her like that. She felt her vagina pulsating with desire, sure that he could put her over the edge if he continued his movements. When she felt his hand travel down south and unbutton her jeans, her heart began pounding. With magic fingers, he maneuvered his way through the layers of fabric, two finger holding her nether lips apart as a third finger entered her. She gasped, the top half of her body moving up. She tried to prepare herself for the sensation, but it had been too long since someone else had touched her there.
"You're so tight…God! So wet," he panted, looking at her. He moved in and kissed her, never stopping his actions. Moments later, he added a second finger.
Elena didn't know how long he spent touching her, stretching her. All she knew was that she was putty in his hands. He could have asked her to do anything in that moment, and she would have agreed, no questions asked. She felt him grab her hips and push her towards the top of her bed, easily crawling up behind her.
Elijah settled her back on her pillows following her down. He took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling on his, one hand on his member. Pulling his mouth away, he kissed her again. With one hand propping him above her so he wouldn't squish her, he used his other one to rub the length of his aroused shaft against the length of her lips.
Elena gasped into the kiss. Was he trying to kill her!? It had been so long since she'd had another person touched her. Not to mention that it was skin on skin. She'd never had sex like that. She always made sure that Matt wore protection, despite the fact that she was on birth control. "Ohhh!"
He smiled into the kiss, never ceasing his movements. He would slide himself up and down the wet sex, sticking the tip in just enough to add to the arousal they both felt. When he felt her hips shift forward to pull him in further, he'd pull away enough to rub against her sex.
She couldn't believe how much she wanted the man hovering over her! He wasn't even wearing a condom and she was ready to pull him inside her. It didn't matter that she was on birth control, she wanted to remain safe. While she didn't want to think of his previous partners, she wanted to make sure that there were no risks.
"Do you have protection?"
Elijah shook his head. He pushed in just enough that his tip was inside her. "Let me feel you, Elena. I want to feel you cum around me, I want to feel your hot pussy milking me." Never before had he used such a vulgar word to describe a woman's sex, but if he wasn't mistaken…Elena appeared to enjoy it.
"Mmmm, but what about…"
Elijah pulled away again, rubbing the length of his penis against her sex. "I'm clean. Like you, I haven't been with anyone else in quite a long time." Not to mention there was no such thing as STD's among vampires. He certainly wouldn't be able to produce living sperm, so there was no chance of an unplanned pregnancy. "I'm sterile…" he pushed in again, going in a little further. He pulled out until the tip was in and then pushed back in, sliding a little further. "God, you feel so good around me."
Enjoying the sensations he was causing, Elena moved up against him, her hands moving to his butt. She pulled him in to the hilt, her sex quivering.
He bellowed out a long, guttural moan when he found himself as far as he could go. He pulled out just enough for the tip of his swollen member to remain inside her entrance before he surged back in.
Elena moaned in pleasure. Her feet firmly planted on the bed as she met him thrust for thrust. Her hands dug into the mattress, messing up the bedding.
Still leaned over her slim frame, he pulled her body against him; thus changing the angle of his thrusts. He found himself moving just a little deeper inside her. Her moans became louder, and in effort to silence them, he captured her mouth, swallowing her moans and sighs of pleasure.
Elijah pulled away from her mouth, panting. His hips pistoned in and out of her, not even thinking about the supernatural speed or having to answer for it later.
Unable to keep up with his thrusts, Elena allowed him to pummel into her body. Something had changed with that last change of position. There was no tenderness, no sweet promise of anything, they were fucking….as simple as that.
"I don't…can't hold out," he grunted.
Knowing the end was upon them, Elena began moving against him again, his lower abdomen stimulated her clit and Elena felt her own end near. When he pushed her down the length of his shaft, her hands moved towards his rear, pulling him in as far as he could go.
One, two three…with a tremendous roar, his orgasm ripped through him.
As soon as she felt his body tremble, she felt his semen coat her inner walls. It spurned on her orgasm and her walls clamped down on his pulsating member, milking him for all he was worth.
Lying her down on the bed, he continued to hover over her, his still engorged penis inside her. They traded kisses, neither ready to talk about what happened, or what that would mean later.
Elena knew that she was still ready to go, but she was unsure about Elijah. She knew that Matt found any movement against him ultra-sensitive after an orgasm to the point where he wouldn't want her touching him at all. Was it like that for all guys?
Elijah plundered her mouth, enjoying the wetness around him. Elena's hips strained to move, but she held back for some reason.
When she felt Elijah begin to move inside her again, she gasped. "It's not sensitive for you?"
"I think you'll find I can go for a few more rounds before it becomes too much." His hips rocked against her.
Elena nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip. She moaned every so often at his actions, but she wanted to change positions.
He knew something was on her mind. "What?"
"I'd like to change positions…"
He quirked an eyebrow up at her and a smirk kissed his lips. "Whatever the lady wants, she'll get." His kissed her quickly, pulling out of her and moving far enough for her to find the position she wanted. When she turned around and settled on her knees, sticking her ass in the air, a powerful wave of lust crashed through him.
Looking at him over her shoulder, she smiled sweetly.
He didn't know if she realized just how sinful she looked in that moment. She wore the sweetest expression on her face as she showed off the intimate parts of her body.
"Hmm, I think we're going to have fun this weekend," he drawled, crawling over to her body and lining himself up with her entrance.
"I certainly hope so," she agreed.
There was no need to work himself inside her, her slick folds accepted his plunge with no resistance in the least. Elena had been tight enough in the other position, but it was nothing compared to that moment. Her wet sex was so tight around him, it was like a second skin.
Elijah threw his head back, picking up his pace. Again, there was no romance in this moment, only a primal need. He wanted to claim her in every way. As far as he was concerned, her body was his to do with what he pleased…and oh he would give her pleasure! His hands framed her hips, pulling her ass against him, meeting each thrust.
Elena furrowed her head into her pillows, hoping to smother the sounds of her screams. There was no moan of pleasure, but screams. His thrusts were impossibly fast, slamming her harder than she ever imagined possible.
His hand traveled up her back, fisting around her hair, he pulled her head back. Under any other circumstances he would have realized that they weren't alone in the house. He was beyond reasoning in that moment. He wanted to hear the sounds coming out of her mouth, he needed to hear them. He wanted to hear the pleasure she found because of him.
Her cries quieted, and he noticed that she bit her bottom lip. "Do you like that, Elena? You like the feel of inside you?" His other hand moved to her puckered ass hole. He didn't even stop to ask for permission, but he didn't think it was needed since he didn't plan on full penetration. He fingered her hole, keeping up his thrusts. "What about that?" He cooed. "Have you ever had anal, Elena. I don't plan on it tonight, but do you enjoy the sensation of my finger inside your ass, as I fuck you."
Elena whimpered. The sensations and his words were driving her closer to the edge. Her hand traveled to her sex, her finger moving to stimulate her clit.
"Ooohhh, that's my girl," Elijah moaned, aroused when he felt her hand bump against his penis. "That's it, Elena, play with yourself."
He removed his finger from her hole, his arm securing her abdomen. He pulled her back flush against his front. His other hand remained fisted in her hand, and he turned her neck so that he could capture her lips. The kiss was sloppy, but so incredibly arousing.
He pulled her arm to hold onto the back of his neck, moving his expert fingers to her slit. He pinched and pulled at the bundle of nerves. She continued to bite her lips to keep quiet. "No, Elena. I want to hear you. I want to know exactly what I do to your body."
Her eyes rolled backwards and her head dropped against his shoulder. "No one's ever touched me this way. No one's ever been this deep."
"Mmmm, and don't forget it…" he grit out between ground teeth. He was trying to hold back, knowing that her human body wouldn't be able to handle the full force of his thrusts…but he wanted to let go so badly.
Elena cried out, her belly tingling, signaling another orgasm.
Sensing her body's reaction, Elijah let go of his inhibitions, still keeping a hold of his strength. He increased his pace just a little more.
When Elena bit too hard on her lip, she drew blood. She may not have known, but the fragrant scent was potent to his nose. He captured her lips, sucking on the blood, the intensity of his thrust climbed higher. Her inner walls began to tighten around him, and he let go. Between the feel of her walls spasming around him and the taste of Elena and her blood, he was done for.
Elijah wrenched his mouth away from her as he hand released her hair. His hands wound around her body and he let himself go. He groaned into the room, riding her, riding out the orgasm.
When he was spent, he took inhaled a deep breath. Not paying any mind to the swiftness of his movements, he settled on the bed, pulling Elena on top of him.
"Woah! How'd you…" Elena shook her head. No, she'd sound crazy.
"How'd I what?" Elijah asked, staring straight ahead. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hide from her, not that he even wanted to any longer.
Elena twisted her body so she was curled into his side. "You're…strong. You carried me upstairs as I continued to kiss you. You didn't stumble or run into anything," she shook her head. "I know I'm not heavy, but you didn't even strain under the exercise. Your speed is…impossibly fast…"
"I haven't been exactly honest with you, Elena." He met her gaze head on. He'd be an open book for her. What she wanted to know, he'd tell her.
"Which part, exactly?"
"I'm a vampire," he shared in a small whisper.
Elena snorted. "Yeah, and I'm the reincarnation of Cleopatra," she joked. "Seriously, Elijah, what are you hiding?"
"I'm serious."
"There's no such thing as vampires," Elena replied, growing angry with him. If he didn't want to tell her, he could have just told her to mind her own business, instead of coming up with obvious lies! She sat up.
Elijah moved to grab her before she could stand up. "Elena, you just spent the last hour in bed with one," he told her, his voice even. His head rested on her shoulder, his hands gently wrapped her around her waist. "You told me yourself that I touched you deeper than anyone else, there's a reason for that." His voice was like liquid velvet.
It wrapped around her, and Elena shook her head. "How is it you're doing this?" The man had just brought her to orgasm twice, but just the sound of his voice managed to bring parts of her to life.
When she relaxed into his embrace, he pulled her back against him. "I'll tell you anything you want to know, Elena. I will."
And so he opened up to her. He told her about his existence, how he and his siblings came to be the oldest vampires. He spoke about his early life as a vampire, the pain and death he was the cause of. He spoke about redemption and his quest to be a better man. He briefly mentioned his estrangement from his brother. He didn't speak of his relationship with Tatia or the infatuation he once held for Katerina. No, that would be for another time. He didn't mention his plan to use her to draw Klaus out; that would also be saved for another time.
They spoke well into the early hours of the morning before drifting off to sleep.
"Good morning," Elena said, greeting her aunt and Alaric when she stepped into the kitchen. Jenna and Alaric turned to each other with amused expressions. Immediately, Elena felt her cheeks heat up as she looked between them.
"So it is…" Alaric trailed off, awkwardly. He coughed out an uncomfortable laugh at their situation. All yesterday he'd been worried that he would put Elena in an uncomfortable position. He didn't think that he'd been on the receiving end of listening to her…
"Elijah was here pretty late," Jenna said, smiling into her cup of coffee. She wanted to be angry with the two for having sex in the house, but she couldn't. Elijah was a grown man, and as much as she hated to admit it; Elena was a grown up as well. She couldn't stop them from doing anything.
"Yeah, we were…getting to know each other," Elena offered lamely, scrunching her nose when she realized just how awful the excuse sounded. She joined them at the table after grabbing her own cup of coffee.
Jenna shook her head and Alaric snorted. "Okay, but could you do me a favor, Elena? The next time you and Elijah want to get to know each other, could you find someone where else to do it?" She patted Elena's shoulder.
Elena pursed her lips, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment. "Got it," she whispered, clearing her throat.
"So, does this mean that you guys are…"
Elena shrugged. They hadn't set label on what it was that existed between them. She knew that she was very into him, and his seemed to return the feelings.
"So, what happens when you go back to school?" Jenna frowned. Elijah, while his job allowed him to travel, had commitments in Mystic Falls. He couldn't just leave when he wanted to.
"There are always weekends," Elena excused. Based on the things that she knew about Elijah, it wouldn't take much for him to visit her at college. While he couldn't be in two places at once, his super speed would certainly help him travel from one place to the other more quickly.
Jeremy stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee and joining the others at the table. He smiled at Alaric and Elena before turning to Jenna. "Hey, remember that game we used to play on Thanksgiving? The one where we would have to go around the table and say what we were thankful for, before we could serve ourselves? Well, I'd like to start…"
Elena narrowed her eyes at him. "It's not even dinner time," she reminded him.
"No," he waved away her words. "Please, I insist," he offered her a thin smile. "This year…I am thankful for…ear buds." When he woke up to the sound of a rocking, he almost thought it was Jenna and Alaric...but then...ugh! He needed bleach for his brain!
Elena's eyes closed in mortification.
"Box fans," Alaric confessed, having turned one on to drown out the noise of sex.
"And the radio," Jenna added.
Elena stood up unable to meet any of their faces. "You guys suck," she muttered, leaving the kitchen to shower…and to hopefully shower the morning away. Maybe when she returned downstairs, they wouldn't mention the previous night.
"Hey!" Jenna called from the bottom of the stairs, peering over the banister at her niece. "Was it at least a Happy Thanksgiving?"
Elena smirked, her thoughts flashing back to her time with Elijah. "The happiest."
The End
