Elena teeters on the edge. She rubs at the juncture between her legs. That does not work. She imagines falling into an ocean of blue. That works like a charm. Elena hurtles over, taking Elijah along with her.
He rolls the condom off in a huff. He should call her out on this shit. How dare she think of another man at times like these? He knows she knows he knows. The whole of Mystic Falls besides Damon knows.
Three years. They have been dating for three whole fucking years. He has done everything in that time to make her fall in love with him. He says "I love you." She has yet to reciprocate those words. He makes her come before and during sex. He massages her after her fights. He takes her on at least two date nights a week. He treats her like a goddamn goddess. What more can he do, besides be Damon Salvatore?
Why should Elena be the only one to seek out the comfort of another? Elijah heads to the kitchen to find his threesome: Betty Crocker, Mrs. Butterworth, and Aunt Jemima. Of course, with his luck, he only finds Damon Salvatore.
Damon has been using Elijah's sister Rebekah as some sort of therapeutic fuck buddy for the past 3 years. The Mikaelson siblings share a mansion, and that fact has been rather inconvenient at times. Imagine hearing your own sister being pleasured by the man your girlfriend loves. Small towns weave such tangled webs. Elijah considers penning a country song about it.
Damon has just made himself a gourmet sandwich and offers Elijah half. Say what you will about Damon, but he is the best cook around. Elijah wolfs down his half. Damon's twist on the classic grilled cheese almost has Elijah wanting Damon over every night. The tanginess of balsamic vinegar, sweetness of strawberries, and creaminess of avocado have just officially replaced Elijah's go-to threesome for good.
"She'll never forgive you," Elijah reminds between mouthfuls.
Damon treated Elena like prize money three years ago, like an object he could wrap up in a pretty bow and deliver to another man's doorstep. Elijah's doorstep. Damon and Elijah decided Elena's fate over dinner the night after Elena's 21st birthday. Dr. John Gilbert had crossed every line that had ever existed in the history of space and time. Throwing Damon off Elena? Fine, Damon could deal with that. Punching Damon and threatening death via balcony fall? Fine. Kicking Vicki, resulting in a mad dash to the animal ER? Not fine. Calling Damon a "retard" who "shouldn't procreate"? Not fine. Damon already felt undeserving of Elena and her love. He did not need his (now former) doctor adding a psychotic exclamation mark. Damon could only think of one way to move forward: Make sure Elena's love was not an option by giving her up to a more deserving man.
Elijah had loved Elena from afar for several months. He had thought of himself as a long shot, especially with Damon around. How could Elijah compete with deep childhood friendship, trust, and understanding? If he had been a she, Damon would have been his choice too ... The night after Elena's 21st birthday, Damon decided that he would simply step aside and let Elijah swoop in. Elijah had promised to love Elena the way she deserved to be loved, and Damon knew that Elijah's word was gold.
Later that night, Elena showed up to continue their interrupted coupling but could barely breathe when Damon withdrew from her.
"I know what you're about to do, please don't do this to me," she begged with tears and desperation.
"You need to leave," he countered, cold and detached.
Elijah brings up the past as a sick way of reminding himself you got what you wanted. Elena is with him. She does not resent him. She just loves and is in love with someone else. Elijah got what he wanted - just not what he needed.
Their men have been taking so long that Elena and Rebekah decide to investigate. Elena threads her fingers through Elijah's, and he kisses her forehead. Damon avoids eye contact with everyone and leaves.
Rebekah stays behind and shoots Elena a sarcastic comment. "He is good in the sack, isn't he?"
"Drop it!" Elijah rages.
The hurt overwhelms Rebekah's eyes, but she masks it in a flash. Who said that blood is thicker than water? That obviously does not hold true for the Mikaelsons.
Elena squeezes Elijah's hand to comfort and calm him. She avoids Rebekah most days, but they also share an odd understanding. Elena knows that Rebekah likes Damon more than just a fuck buddy, and Elena herself knows how difficult love geometry can be. The only sure thing in love geometry is that every point hurts.
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I hear you all on the longer chapters. I wish I could write longer chapters too, but I just do not have it in me.