A/N So, here we go. The chapter you all (or seemingly most of you) have waited for. It took me a while since it is my first piece of smut and I wanted to satisfy your needs (no pun intended). Hope you like it.
Guest 1: Yeah, I don't like her either, but Nadia knows how to deal with her ;)
Guest 2: I'm glad you liked it and here is the requested update. Have fun reading it.
Tina: Thank you. Here is the update including the promised smut. Let me know what you think.
Katrova: I'm sorry xD But it kinda flatters my ego that you wanted to read on immediately. Sorry the update took a while, but here it is. Concerning the relationship between Elijah and Nadia we do have the same opinion. It could take some time, but there will be enough family feels to drown in ;)
Guest 3: I hope it's filthy enough for your taste ;)
It was evening when Katerina and Elijah sat in the salon with some ordered Italian food. After her revealing Nadia's identity he hadn't said another word concerning this topic, but Katerina knew him well enough to know that he was turning her words in his mind over and over again. "It bothers you, doesn't it?" she eventually asked smilingly, twisting her fork between the pasta and looking at Elijah.
"She is your daughter and I treated her not better than Niklaus would have. So yes, it bothers me", Elijah admitted, putting his wine aside. "You could have told me and spare me some embarrassing moment. But I would like to know her if Nadia doesn't object. I only fear that my chances are rather small, after what I said to her."
"Yes, I could have." Katerina laughed softly. "But it would've only been half the fun."
"Do you know what kind of jewellery she likes?" Elijah's voice almost sounded innocently.
Katerina laughed. "Oh no, you're not gonna bribe her. You'll have to do it the old way: with your charms. And don't worry, I'll help you. Although the reason has little to do with altruism." Under Elijah's curious glances she put her dish aside and sat next to him on the sofa. "I want to ask if you would look after her when I'm dead. Nadia is strong but she can be very emotional. If something would happen to me, she could make some very dangerous decisions. Last time I tried to kill myself she slapped me. And it hurt. Badly."
"You tried to kill yourself? Why?" Tentatively Elijah laid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.
Katerina let him. It felt good to feel his body on hers and for a moment she simply enjoyed it. "Someone told me that I was dying and I wanted to die on my terms. So I climbed the clock tower in Mystic Falls – which was a task of its own – after I left a note for her, explaining me. And then I fell. I felt free, weightless, and although I feared the impact, it was too late. And I knew it all would be over once I met the ground. No more pain, no more dying. How could I have a clear conscience if my daughter had to watch me die after we just found each other? It would be better if I were gone quickly. But Stefan caught me. I don't know why he was there, but he simply told me to suck it up." She smiled at the memory. Only then had she fully realised that Stefan was a true friend to her.
Elijah stiffened. There he was again. Stefan. The boy who always seemed to be the first, but he wasn't. Elijah had met Katerina way earlier, had come to know her true self. At least that's what he liked to think of. Although he had to be thankful Stefan told him about Katerina's situation. Otherwise he would never have heard of it. Or worse, he would have tried to get hold of her only to learn that she was already dead.
"What's up?" Katerina asked, straightening up a little.
"Nothing. It is just that Stefan seems to occupy a huge part in your life. And perhaps also in your heart?" The latter was more a question than a statement, said with such vulnerability that Katerina raised her eyebrows in astonishment.
"Oh my god, you're jealous! Are you serious?" She would have almost laughed if it wasn't for the look in Elijah's eyes. "It's Stefan we're talking about. Yes, I loved him once and he is a nice guy, but that's it. He's a friend, not a friend-friend."
"He was enough a friend-friend as you called it for you to sleep with him, wasn't he?" Elijah took a deep breath. "I'm not judging you at-"
"Yes, you are, Elijah." Katerina brought some distance between herself and Elijah to turn around and face him. Still, she couldn't decide if to laugh or to cry. "I slept with Stefan. So what? It wasn't the first time I did it and presumably neither the last. I am a woman and as I recall you ended our relationship in Willoughby. What was I supposed to do, join a convent? I would have rather died. And don't tell me you weren't with any other women. No, better don't tell me, really. It could be that I would try to kill them."
Elijah slightly tilted his head to one side and felt the softness of a stray of her hair. "So there would be no reason for you to not again join Stefan? None at all?"
"Well, I guess I could think of one. You should know him. Nice hair, impeccable taste, roughly twice as old as me and childish, when he thinks himself unwatched."
"That would be your reason? Me renewing our relationship. Is that right?"
"Only if you are tired of chasing me, my lord", Katerina replied playfully and laughed again when Elijah quickly laid her with her back on the sofa. She pulled him nearer, near enough that she could feel his body against hers, near enough that she could almost kiss him. "There is no need to envy Stefan. He is no match to you. Never will be."
"Stop talking of that boy already", Elijah muttered and leaning down for a kiss, which Katerina deepened by pulling him further down.
It was odd. Just as her body would remember his touch better than her brain was doing. Automatically she arched her back, grasping the base of his neck with one hand while her other was trying to get the jacket off of his shoulders. It would have been much easier if she could have simply shred the cloth to pieces but her strength didn't suffice. Elijah broke the kiss long enough to take the jacket off before again he indulged in the kiss. Meanwhile Katerina's hands worked on the buttons of his immaculate shirt only to run them over the skin of his torso.
Elijah gave her blouse a short shrift and simply ripped the fabric apart. Admiring he contemplated the view before him. Katerina's chest was rising and falling heavily, her cheeks were flushed. Again he leaned in for a kiss, softer, calmer this time. "I missed you", he managed to get out. "I should have taken you with me. There would have been a way-"
"Shush, not now." Katerina smiled softly, retracing the line of his lips with her index before placing her legs around his waist. She needed this. Although she really didn't want to know if he had been with any other women, she could hardly imagine otherwise. He was handsome, but he wasn't the type for scoring someone only for the fun of it. No, that would be something more Klaus. But she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that she wasn't the only woman he had thought about the last weeks.
Quickly she decided to not think about any further right know. Instead her hands worked on the button of his dress pants while Elijah peeled off his shirt. He was caught off guard as Katerina tried to switch positions, so he rumbled to the ground with enough presence of mind to wrap his arms around the fragile woman. Grinning she lied on top of him, propping herself on one of her forearms and tracing with her other hand imagined lines on his bare chest.
"Why don't we move this to the bedroom where we have enough room?" Elijah suggested with a breathless laughter. "It would be a pity to ignore this huge bed."
"We won't be doing it were Henry VIII. and Anne Boleyn had their fun", Katerina scolded chuckling. "I don't want you to execute me at the end. My head look pretty where it is, thank you very much."
"That won't happen." Elijah's promise was solemn and he held Katerina tight while speeding to his chamber. She took advantage of her position, nibbling at his earlobe and whispering sweet promises into his ear.
After reaching his room he let her glide back to the ground, making sure she found her feet. Katerina pushed him slightly against the chest to move him backwards, until he hit the edge of the enormous bed and sat down. Katerina knelt before him and working his jeans open so his erection could spring free. Slowly she stroked him, watching his facial expressions with wary eyes, before she took him into her mouth, gently sucking on his tip.
Elijah enjoyed it for a while before he had to interrupt. "Don't be such a tease", he gasped, before he grabbed her and threw her onto the mattress. He took his time while freeing her from her jeans, kissing every inch he bared. Every time Katerina grew impatient and wriggled under his grip he interrupted his ministrations and looked sternly at her, until she capitulated again and let him move on. Once Elijah tossed her jeans to the floor, Katerina sat up and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. With only one move he had her bra opened and gently pulled her panties down, testing the wetness between her legs. His other hand kneaded her breast, teased her already hardened nipple. Elijah used his mouth to stimulate her other breast; he wouldn't want to feel any part of her neglected.
"Elijah", Katerina panted, her cheeks already flushed. Elijah parted from her only to position himself between her opened legs, which Katerina again wrapped around his waist. With one last look he made sure that Katerina still didn't object and when she nodded eagerly he slowly entered her. The sensation nearly overwhelmed him so Elijah buried his face at her shoulder, breathing heavily. Katerina pulled him nearer at the base of his neck to kiss him again and started to move her hips to encourage him further. Elijah began with slow, shallow thrusts but it had been too long since he last was with her. He could feel his climax drawing nearer. The thrusts grew harder, deeper and he used his thumb to stimulate Katerina further. Her inner muscles started fluttering, her grip around his back and shoulders tensed.
Elijah could smell her blood pulsating under the thin layer of skin, heated up by her arousal. Katerina saw the look on his face, the blood rushing in the veins beneath his eyes. "Do it", she gasped, leading him towards her neck. "I trust you, do it."
The original thought a lot of his composure but right then he couldn't have guaranteed for anything. Swiftly he had opened her vein, shallow enough that the blood would flow but she wouldn't bleed to death. A throaty moan escaped Katerina's lips as the sensation pushed her over the edge. Elijah followed close, remained inside her while licking over the two little wounds before he rolled over and pulled her to his chest.
"I am sorry", Elijah said quietly, stroking her hair and her back. "I don't know what came over me."
"I think it's called passion." Katerina grinned and kissed him softly, while her hands innocently stroked the skin of his stomach, causing his muscles there to clench. "And I have no objections. Otherwise I wouldn't have told you, so don't worry." She climbed onto him and straddled his lap. "What do you think of a second round?"
It was way past midnight when Katerina laid her head on Elijah's torso and tried to catch her breath. "You did miss me, right?"
"Of course, my dear." Elijah smiled and gently stroked her back. He had missed her and all the more he enjoyed holding her in his arms right now. He really wanted to take her with him to New Orleans. Niklaus had given his go, now he only had to convince Katerina to trust him. Again. He knew he would have to talk with her about that, but he refused to do it now. Elijah felt calm and relaxed; something he experienced quite rarely.
Elijah put a strand of her hair away from her neck and suspiciously eyed the little wounds, which yet stopped bleeding. "You are sure my blood would not heal you? Not even a few drops? I did not intend to hurt you and Nadia could try to kill me, if she smells your blood."
"I'm gonna explain it to her", Katerina promised not without rolling her eyes. "Even if she might not want to hear why you bit me. And yes, I am sure. I tried to drink Caroline's blood after this Quetsiyah bitch needed my blood for some sort of spell to defeat Silas, but I chucked it up right afterwards."
"I do not want to belittle Miss Forbes, but she is far from an original. She was turned with Damon's blood, correct? So between her and the original, who sired her line, there are a lot of others. Damon. You. Rose-Marie. Mary Porter. And eventually Niklaus. Maybe her blood was too thin to suffice", Elijah thought out loud.
Katerina raised an eyebrow. "Original Exceptionalism, huh? We can try if you don't mind me ruining your sheets. Although I guess we already did." Her smirk grew a little bit dirty with her words.
Elijah did not comment on that but bit in his wrist so the blood pooled and he hold it out so Katerina could drink from it. Tentatively she grabbed his arm and latched onto the wound to suck cautiously. As a human the blood tasted weird, but she pushed this thought aside. She could practically feel how Elijah's blood mixed with hers, flowed through her body and reached every little fibre. After only a few little gulps she let go again and waited for the stomach upset she knew would follow. It didn't.
"The wounds heal. Slowly", Elijah remarked quietly and watched her face. "How are you feeling?"
Katerina waited before she answered to ensure how she really felt. "Okay, I think. At least not sick. Should that have been the answer right from the beginning? To drink your blood?" She didn't know if she should laugh or cry. Should everything really been that easy? A few drops of Elijah's blood, dying and waking up again as a vampire?
Before anyone could comment further on this theory, Katerina felt her stomach roiling and jumped out of bed. Just in time she reached the toilet bowl of Elijah's bathroom before she spit blood. Elijah was close behind and knelt beside her on the cool tiles to hold back her hair as she bent over. Soothingly his free hand moved on her back while her body shook with the effort to get rid of his blood.
Finally Katerina set back, closed her eyes and took in a shaky breath. Elijah's touch vanished for a moment, than he was again at her side, a glass of water in one hand. "Here." Katerina looked at him thankfully and took the glass. The water was chilled and washed the sickening taste away.
"You shouldn't have seen this", she said, her voice scratchy, but nevertheless leaned into Elijah's embrace, after flushing the toilet. The wounds on her neck had broken up again and smeared part of her skin with blood. With a wet towel Elijah wiped it away.
Reassuringly he kissed her hair and held her tight. "Don't worry about that. I have seen worse, you know? I am only sorry that my blood is not the solution to your problem. It would have been much easier." He helped her stand and when her legs started shaking, he simply picked her up and carried her back to the bed, where she cradled on his side. "You should try to sleep." Elijah continued to caress her soft skin to make her feel more comfortable.
"You don't tell Nadia, do you? She would only worry." Katerina wanted to keep things like that from her daughter. She knew Nadia feared to soon lose her again but since she didn't want to switch into someone else's body, there was no way if this witch didn't find an answer. It would do no good to tell her from this incident.
"No", Elijah answered after considering his reply for a moment. "Not if I do not have to. But if she rips my head off because I lied to her considering your health status, you will have to answer for that." His voice was not half as serious as his words and he even managed a little smile, even if he could not dub his sorrows.
Katerina saw it plain on his face. "Don't think about it now. We still have a lot of time we can use together. There will be a time to sing the blues, promise." With Elijah's perfume in her nose she closed her eyes, cuddling close to him. Despite her earlier words she didn't even want to think about saying goodbye. If only she could stay with him, spend her life with him. With him and Nadia.
Elijah listened to her regular breathing while he himself lied widely awake. Once again it sunk in that Katerina's life was short measured. Every time he had lost her it broke his heart; he didn't knew if he would recover again. One reason more to do everything he possibly could to save her life. After this evening he could at least be sure she would not return to Stefan. A thought which managed to raise an honest smile.
Well, what do you think? I'm a little bit insecure wether to write out the future smut-scenes or just skip them. I would leave it up to you, since you guys are the ones who would read it ;) Please let me know what you think, so I can continue writing as fast as possible.