A/N: I'm back! thanks for the reviews. More adult content in this chapter...someone should be having sex and since it ain't...well, we're all thinking it ;)

Chrissy- unfortunately Elijah can't be the one to impregnate Katherine. He's completely undead and is therefore incapable, but read on to see what Klaus decides.

Elena pushed him back onto her bed. It had been a week since Georgia and Damon had met them in Alabama. With more force than he knew possible, Elena held him down as she straddled him, running another hand through her long wavy locks and grinding against him at the same time. She hadn't even said hello when she saw him leaning against her hotel room door.

The doppelganger tore the big round buttons off the front of her dress; a retro pink cotton dress that was hiked up and showing the thighs that Damon's fingernails were digging into as he spread her legs further so he fits fully in between her legs. Crying out, she pumps herself up and down faster and faster as his hands move up to assist her in slamming down on him. Her breasts were bouncing firmly, threatening to slip away from the constraints of her lace, unlined demi cup.

As Elena reached her orgasm, Damon took over and flipped her so she was on her belly. Still screaming, Elena clenched her hands into the bedspread as Damon pressed a hand in between her shoulders and pushed himself inside her. Collapsing on top of her, Damon stayed splayed across her and finally breathed in her scent and found himself surprised.

Katherine rested in bed, still creeped out by her doctors appointment that morning. It had been five centuries since anyone had needed to examine her and the cold, sterile rooms and staff that lacked bedside manners had done nothing to alleviate her anxiety.

It was the first time Klaus had allowed her to leave the house since bringing her here. He had of course compelled everyone at the office so that no one would remember he was there or who he had with him. There were no official files for her and Kat wondered about the terms of their deal. Klaus had yet to accept it. The hybrid had only said it was the make sure that everything was working how it should be; some excuse about five hundred years of fighting to near death having an adverse effect on her. Um, hello! We're vampires, she had wanted to tell him but had seemed to have lost most of the nerve she had worked up over the centuries.

This is what she had tried to avoid the first time Klaus had wanted to use her in his sacrifice; being a weak human with no way to protect herself. That was why she had tricked Rose into turning her. Even back then she had known that to be anything less than a vampire meant surrendering her fate to Klaus. Now she had no choice. The doppelganger had heard him tell his most trusted lieutenants to spread the word among his allies. Katerina Petrova was off limits and under his protection. No one would dare turn her, and they all knew the story of her first death. She doubted anyone would be dumb enough to fall for that trick again and Rose was dead. That idiot would be of no use to her.

Katherine needed Klaus to take her deal. It was the only way to make sure he wouldn't kill her when he was done with her.

"What's going on," Damon asked with moderate annoyance.

Elena pushed herself up into a seated position on the bed before kneeling in front of him. Slowly, she crept over to him and took his face in her hands. Looking into his eyes she pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "I've missed you so much," she told him. "I just wanted to be close to you again," the brunette began to explain. "I know you would like them."

"Like who," he demanded.

"My girls. The ones I feed on."

"You're feeding on humans?" He was surprised. Damon had thought she would want to try the bunny diet once she turned her humanity back on.

She nodded. "I'm getting a lot better at 'eat-snatch-erase' Damon."

"Yeah," he replied sarcastically. "So good that you started sleeping with them, right?"

"Only when you're not here," she told him. "I just miss you so much but you're here now. I don't need them anymore, unless-"

"-Unless what?"

"Unless," she hesitated, "you want to share them with me."

Damon stood there dumb founded.