The door opened and Lucy turned around as Damon and Stefan walked in the house. "Hello, boys," she said. "Did you have a good time doing whatever it was that you were doing?"

Damon nodded. "Of course. Why wouldn't I have a good time with my brother?" he asked and clapped Stefan jovially on the back. "I believe I may need to go wash and change my clothes, though. We worked up quite a sweat. A good warm up for tonight, I suppose." He gave Lucy a wink and strode off, leaving her and Stefan alone.

"Sorry about that," Lucy told Stefan apologetically. "I know you're one of the ones who finds having to listen to things about my relationship with your brother awkward."

"'Awkward' is putting it mildly," Stefan told her. "I thought we'd reached the height of strange when you were a baby and got changed into an adult for the first time. I remember how Damon looked at you even then and it was not normal."

"Well, I didn't exactly look like a baby, did I?" Lucy asked. "Not that that would have excused anything he might have done, of course, but..." she trailed off, cleared her throat and changed the subject. "Has he been asking a lot of questions about, you know, this time?"

"No," Stefan shook his head. "All he would talk about was you, pretty much. Until I told him to stop talking and focus on the sports."

"I'm sorry," Lucy said. But she was grinning anyway.

"Can I ask what happened to Damon the vampire?" Stefan asked. "I know you were upset about what he told you, but that's no reason to do whatever you did."

"I didn't harm your brother in any way," Lucy replied. "I just asked Lenora to send him back to when human you would have lived so that human Damon could stay here. It's helping me work through the news about Damon very effectively."

"How is ignoring what Damon told you and pretending that it didn't happen by sleeping with a man who is my brother but isn't helping you get through what he told you?" Stefan asked. "Lucy, I'm going to have to ask you to bring him back."

"No," Lucy said immediately. "Sorry, Stefan, I won't. Not now, anyway. I will when I'm ready, but not now."

"But how can you not?" Stefan asked, feeling outraged. "Lucy, no matter what he might have done, you can't play with his life this way! I know that what he did to Caroline was wrong and I don't excuse it, but that doesn't mean you can send him who knows where just because you're upset!"

"Well, what did you expect me to do?" Lucy asked. "How can you expect me to look your brother in the eye after what he did?"

"It was so long ago," Stefan told her. "And it didn't happen to you." He came to sit next to her and put a hesitant arm around her shoulder. "Do you realize all you are to my brother? You are the one person in his whole life who's always seen good in him. Everyone else in his life, including me had reason to hate him because he's done so many bad things, but to you, he was just a good guy that raised you and bought you ice cream and everything else he did. That meant a lot to him. That's why he didn't want to tell you about what happened between him and Caroline because he knew that would make you just as critical of him as everyone else."

Lucy's eyes widened. "Well, he hurt someone who is very important to me!" she said. "Did he just expect me to ignore that because he bought me a few ice cream cones when I was a kid?"

"Oh, you know there's more to the two of you than that," Stefan said. "What's the reason why this thing with Caroline is hitting you so hard? It has to be more than just that it happened to her. You're too sensible to let your emotions take over you just because Damon did something bad to someone else."

"Well," Lucy said after a moment. "Well, I just-I don't know. That's the reason. I'm upset that he would do something to Caroline. That's all. Nothing else. And I don't have to explain myself to you or anyone!" And with that, she dropped his arm from her shoulder and strode off to her room, leaving Stefan alone.

"What's the matter?" Damon asked as Lucy strode past the bathroom where he stood just inside the door wrapped in a towel over his shoulders and a towel around his waist. "Lucy, what's wrong?"

But Lucy ignored him and ran into her bedroom, slamming the door hard behind her. Damon stood outside the door, but didn't go in. Instead, he stood with his ear against the door as Lucy burst into tears. He listened to this for awhile and then knocked softly. "Lucy?" He asked calmly. "May I come in?"

"No!" Lucy called. "Don't! I don't want you to see me like this!"

Damon put his hand on the doorknob. "If you mean you don't want me to see you cry, I already have, so why is it a problem now?"

"It was a mistake to let you see!" Lucy called back, her voice sounding as if she were now trying to hold back tears. "I shouldn't have let you in before!"

Damon opened the door anyway and went inside. "Well, I'm sorry," he said. "But I can't just let you sit in here and cry by yourself. I wouldn't feel right. Why are you crying?"

"The same reason as last time," Lucy said. "Well, sort of. It's a little different now. Stefan seems to think that I was wrong to send other you away while I worked out my feelings about the troubling stuff you told me. He told me that I should have just kept other you here and talked to him because my rejection of you hurt you more than I know. But I know I did the right thing for me, and shouldn't that be all that matters? It wasn't like I killed you or anything. I just got you out of the way until such time as I could deal with being in the same space as you. Is that so wrong?"

"You obviously didn't kill me, so I wouldn't think so," Damon replied. "There is nothing wrong with doing what's right for you, no matter what anyone says. That's why I refused to fight in the war and made no apologies for it."

"Oh," Lucy nodded. "Okay. I understand now."

Damon looked at Lucy, then put a hand under her chin, bringing her eyes up to his. "Let me dress and I'll talk to my brother," he said. "Should I tell him he needs to apologize to you too?"

"No," Lucy shook her head. "You don't need to go that far. Just make him understand so that he doesn't keep shaming me about this."

Damon nodded and put his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "It will be all right," he said for the second time. "I'll take care of this, don't you worry."

Lucy finally stopped crying and wiped her nose with her hand. "Sorry," she said. "I'm not usually this emotional. You probably think I'm a complete idiot. I'll control myself more in the future, I promise."

Damon shook his head. "Please don't," he said as he went and dressed. "You shouldn't hold yourself back for me. In fact, it would please me if I was the person you would open up to. You can be as self-contained as you like with other people, but I don't see how this can be a relationship we have if you don't feel you can show emotion around me."

"Oh, I don't know," Lucy said. "You know, I've never really been comfortable letting people see me cry."

"I've seen you cry twice," Damon pointed out. "And I've been all right with it. I mean, I won't demand that you cry around me because that's strange, but don't just feel like you have to bury every emotion. I really don't think that helps. I think it just makes you feel worse. But what do I know, really?" He stepped into his pants, buttoned them and zipped them up. Then he grabbed a while button-down shirt with thin blue strips, put it on, and went up to Lucy. "Would you button me up?" He asked her.

Lucy opened her mouth to ask why he couldn't do it himself, but then shut it, reached out and slowly buttoned his buttons for him. "There," she said when she'd done the last one. "It's done."

Damon nodded. "Thank you," he said. "I'll go see to Stefan now. You stay here."

"Be gentle with him!" Lucy called. "Don't hurt him or anything! Do you promise?"

Damon paused just outside the door. His back was to her, but he turned. "If that's what you want, then I promise," he said.

Lucy nodded. "I do," she said. "Thank you, Damon."

Damon left her and walked down the hallway and back to the living room where Stefan was. "Lucy's very upset," he said to his brother, feeling like he wanted to rip off Stefan's head. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Stefan shrugged. "I don't know. What am I supposed to say?"

Damon narrowed his eyes. "Brother, you made her cry! Just what did you say to her? And if you don't give me a good answer, I'll make sure that you never go near her again."

"I was only defending you!" Stefan exclaimed. "You do know that the only reason why you're here and the you that's supposed to be here is somewhere else is because Lucy is really judgmental, don't you? She had this perfect image of you in her head and the second that got destroyed by reality, she started judging you! And for something that was not even done to her!"

"But it could be!" Lucy burst out, appearing quite suddenly. She must've come out of her room and been listening. "If he did it to Caroline without a thought, who's to say he won't do the same sort of thing to me if things ever go wrong with us, huh?"

"It wouldn't," Stefan said immediately. "He wouldn't."

"Wouldn't do what?" Damon asked. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing you need to hear just now," Stefan said. "Why don't you find something to do with yourself and let me talk to Lucy alone?"

"I don't know," Damon told him. "I saw what happened to her the last time the two of you were left alone." He looked at Lucy. "Do you want me to leave you alone with my brother?" He asked. "Or do you want me to stay?"

Lucy looked back and forth between Damon and Stefan. She didn't say a word to either. Then, she finally sighed. "You can go, Damon. I'll talk with your brother."

Damon nodded. "All right. But if he does anything to upset you again, don't hesitate to come get me."

Lucy nodded and Damon left her and Stefan alone reluctantly. When he was gone, Lucy said, "all right, Stefan. What makes you so sure Damon wouldn't do to me what he did to Caroline?"

"Because," Stefan said. "He loves you, all right? He will do anything to anyone, but if you get on the list of people that he actually gives a damn about, he'll protect you to the end. Caroline was not one of those people. She was just a means to an end, a way to get Katherine. But you...he loves you, and he would never, ever hurt you, and he'd kill anyone who ever tried. I know that for sure. In fact, I thought he was gonna rip my head off for making you cry."

"Really?" Lucy asked, feeling lightheaded. "But, you're his brother! How is it possible that I'm more important to him than you are?"

Stefan shrugged. "I don't know how to answer you. But don't you think that means Damon deserves another chance?" He asked. "Please, just bring him back from wherever you sent him, then the two of you can talk. Unless, of course, you don't love him as much as he loves you."

That caused Lucy to lapse into silence. "That's what I'm trying to figure out, Stefan," she said at last. "I'm trying to figure out if I can still love your brother knowing what he did to Caroline. If I decide I can't, I'll do the honorable thing and let him go. But until I decide, please stop judging me, all right? I'm going to do what's right by your brother no matter what I decide because he has been good to me, and he deserves to be with someone who loves him, whether it's me or somebody else."

Stefan nodded. "All right," he said. "I guess I can accept that. I guess I have to." He paused. "What do you think my brother is up to now?" He asked.

"You mean in the past?" Lucy clarified.

Stefan nodded.

Lucy shrugged. "I don't know. But I'm sure he's all right. Lenora offered to go and watch him for me."

"Damon," Lenora said as she walked into the room of the small inn where she and he had taken up residence. "I'm hungry. You have to come with me." She grabbed his hand and began pulling at him.

"Why can't you go alone this time?" Damon asked. "You've done it enough, right? You know the rules. You know what you have to do to be safe. What do you need me for? Besides, my father has noticed that me and Louisa have taken a 'liking' to each other and has insisted we go out. I don't have much time to get ready."

Lenora let him go and thought a moment. Then, she nodded. "All right. I'll go by myself," she said. "And I promise I'll stay in the woods and only eat animals even though they're yucky."

Damon nodded. "That's right," he said. "This is a risky town to be in if you're a vampire."

"It is?" Lenora asked. "Why?"

"Because," Damon replied, "We killed a whole lot of them around the time your grandma Selina and I turned. That doesn't happen for another year or so, but it doesn't hurt to be cautious."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Damon!" Louisa's loud, brash voice called. "Are you in there?"

"Yes!" Damon called back. "Just a minute, Louisa. I'm coming!"

"Are you dressed?" Louisa yelled.

"Yes," Damon replied. "I'm just having some trouble with my tie!"

At that, the door burst open and Louisa strode in. "Well, why didn't you say so?" She asked. She grabbed him by the lapels so he was standing up straight and then began tying his tie. "You know," she said. "It's sad that your father made you leave his house, but so sweet that you care more about your daughter than that. I'll still marry you in spite of her."

"Wait a minute!" Lenora said. "I'm not his-"

Damon gave her a look.

She cleared her throat. "I mean, thank you. You're a nice lady. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go." She gave a small curtsey then escaped out the door of the room and ran from the inn and into the woods. It took her awhile, but eventually, she managed to take down a deer and was feeding from it when all of a sudden, she heard a voice.

"Oh, my god," it said quietly.

She turned and saw a man in a dirty shirt and torn pants staring at her with wide eyes. And why not? Her mouth was covered with blood. The man stared a little while longer, then began running away, toward where people were. Lenora let the deer go and sped after him, pinning him to the forest floor and sucking down greedily. When she let him go, he wasn't anywhere near death, but he wasn't in good shape, either Lenora looked down at him, blinked, gasped, and then burst into tears. She washed her face off with water from a stream and tried her best to walk calmly back to the inn. When she got back to the room, she said, "Damon, we have to talk real fast. I had an accident."

Damon gave her a confused look. "Aren't you a little old for that?"

Lenora glared at him. "Not that kind of accident! An accident while I was eating!"

Damon's eyes widened as he suddenly understood. He batted Louisa's hand away and took Lenora into the bathroom. "What happened?" He asked her. "Tell me everything."

"I was eating a deer," Lenora said. "Then this man saw me and he started to run away, so I stopped him and ate from him and now he's in the woods."

"Is he dead?" Damon asked.

"No," Lenora shook her head. "Just hurt. I didn't mean to eat from him, though. It was an accident! I thought he was gonna tattle on me!"

"Oh, it's all right, Lenora," Damon said. "No one's gonna hurt you, I promise."

"Do we have to go home now?" Lenora asked. "Are people gonna hurt us?"

"Well how much did you hurt the man when you bit him?" Damon asked. "Did you just take a little, or did you take a lot?"

"I didn't take a little," Lenora said. "Like I told you, I was hungry!"

"Well, all right then," Damon nodded. "That could be good. He could still be lying on the ground. If that's the case, we'll just heal him up and make him forget he was bitten. All right?"

Lenora nodded. "Okay. But you can't tell my mommy about this. I'll get in trouble for sure if she finds out."

"About what?" Damon asked. "The going back in time or the drinking so much from a guy that he almost died?"

"Either one," Lenora replied. "Neither would sit well with Mommy."

They asked Louisa to wait for them and then headed out to the woods. The entire time, Lenora was muttering "Please don't be dead, guy. Please don't be dead," under her breath.

"Do you remember where you left him?" Damon asked her as they passed tree after tree.

"There!" Lenora pointed at the dirty, prone lump on the ground. "There he is, I think!" They walked up to the prone figure who was face down in the dirt and turned him over. "Yep!" Lenora confirmed. "That's him!"

The man was moaning and his eyes were half-closed, but when he saw Lenora, they widened and he let out a yell. Almost immediately, Lenora put a hand over his mouth. "Be quiet please!" She said, looking him in the eye. The man lapsed into silence and lay back down on the ground, staring up at the sky through the trees.

"Now what do we do?" Lenora asked Damon. "Do we kill him?"

"No," Damon shook his head. "I don't think there's a need to go that far. Do you remember that thing you did to make him be quiet?"

"Yeah," Lenora nodded. "I looked him in the eyes and I said it."

"Exactly," Damon nodded. "Get him to sit up again and tell him that he doesn't remember your face or my face or anything about being bitten. Tell him he was walking around in the woods and fell and hit his head or something, all right? That will be enough to keep us out of danger for at least another year."

"Well, good," Lenora said. "I wouldn't want to get anyone in trouble." The two of them then worked to get the man sitting up again. Lenora looked at him, and then opened her mouth, but no words came out. She looked at Damon. "I don't know if I can say it," she said. "You do it." She pushed the man in his direction, but Damon shook his head. "You're a big girl now," he said. "And doing this is just part of being a vampire, okay? Hasn't your daddy taught you this?"

"Kind of," Lenora replied. "But Mommy only lets Daddy take me out sometimes. Not a lot."

"Oh," Damon nodded. "All right. Start by getting hold of him again so that he's looking at you." They got the man up so that he was looking at Lenora.

"Do you remember all the stuff I told you to say?" Damon asked, placing a supporting hand on Lenora's back.

She swallowed and nodded, locking eyes with the man. "You don't remember my face or his face or that I bit you. You were walking around in the woods and fell and hit your head. And you got bit by an animal. That's why you're bleeding. All right?"

The man nodded and Lenora looked at Damon. "Do I hafta say anything else?"

"No," Damon shook his head. "You did well. Good girl."

"Do we just leave him here?" Lenora asked, standing up and looking down at the man pitifully.

"No," Damon shook his head. Since he's not dead, I'll take him back to town." He picked the man up again and supported him on one side while Lenora grabbed his other hand in a firm grip. They managed to make their way back to town although it took them awhile. They took him into see Dr. Stensrund, who looked at the man with amazement. "What's happened here?" He asked.

"He fell in the woods," Lenora said promptly. "Then he got bit by an animal. Can you make him better?"

"We'll see what we can do, dear," the doctor said, patting her on the head. Then he looked at Damon. "Where did you find him?"

"Just lying in the woods, Doctor Stensrund," Damon said. "He wasn't moving at all."

"Oh, dear," the doctor said. "I'll go ask Lucy to help me make him comfortable. I'm not sure he'll live much longer from the looks of him." He strode off and Lenora looked at Damon. "Is Aunt Lucy here? Who is he talking about?"

"Not your aunt," Damon shook his head. "The Lucy he's talking about is his daughter. The two of them are vampires but nobody's supposed to know about that. He's the one that turned your grandma Selina."

"He is?" Lenora asked. "Wow!"

"But remember, no one is supposed to know what he is, so don't ask him about it, no matter how much you want to, okay?" Damon reminded her.

"Okay," Lenora nodded. "By the way, does your aunt know you're here?" Damon asked. "She's supposed to be watching you, isn't she?"

"Yes," Lenora nodded. "But she asked me to come check on you and make sure you were okay, so I'm here."

"She did?" Damon asked, feeling warm inside, the sting of Lucy's rejection starting to lessen.

"Yeah!" Lucy nodded. "She did."

"That means she still cares about me," Damon's voice was excited. "That's a good sign, right?"

"Sure," Lenora said. "I guess."

Just then, Doctor Stensrund appeared again. "There's no need for either of you now," he said. "It would be best if you went home."

Damon nodded. "That might be best. I don't want to keep Louisa waiting any longer than I have." He and Lenora left the injured man in Doctor Stensrund's care and then went back to the inn so that Damon could go out with Louisa.

"What is going on?" Astrid asked, striding up to Esmeralda. "It's been weeks, months even since I've seen my daughter and my son-in-law. What have you done with them?"

"Nothing you need to worry about," Esmeralda said simply. "We just wanted to make sure that Helene was able to reach her potential as a witch. We put her and Owen together awhile ago and they've refused to leave the cell where we put them ever since."

"You put them in jail?" Astrid's eyes widened. "Esmeralda, I know you have wanted Helene and your son together for the longest time, but locking them both in jail to force a commitment is not the way to go about it, especially since my daughter is already married to a man she loves very much!"

"He's not a man," Esmeralda corrected. "He is an 'it'. Don't you think your daughter deserves more than an 'it' for a husband?"

"I think Helene deserves to be with the man she loves," Astrid said immediately. "Even if he's not a warlock."

Just then, Owen appeared right next to Esmeralda. "Hello, Mom," he said. "What are we talking about?"

Esmerelda's eyes widened. "Owen, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be down in the dungeons with Helene!"

"No," Owen said. "She's down there with someone else. Her husband. When I saw they were together, I couldn't go through with the plan."

"You mean you let me down?" Esmeralda asked, beginning to look angry. She advanced on her son and thunder and lightning crashed outside. "I asked you to do one simple thing, Owen. How could you fail me? Don't you realize how important this is to me?"

"He's a smart young man," a voice said. Hearing the voice, Esmeralda froze, looking at Astrid. "Did you say something?"

"No," Astrid said with a grin. "I didn't, but I bet you wish I did." Just then, an angelic looking blonde with blue eyes who wore a white dress appeared and approached Esmeralda. "Why?" She asked her.

"Why what?" Esmeralda asked, trying to look innocent.

"Why did you try and administer a love potion to your son and Helene Fale?" The woman asked. "What were you hoping would happen?"

"The same thing anyone hopes will happen when they administer a love potion, Hazel!" Esmeralda said, her voice cracking. "I just wanted to create love between my son and Helene. Is that so wrong?"

"Well, when you consider that one of the cardinal rules of magic is not to tamper with love, I would say it is wrong!" Hazel said. "And you know what happens to people who mess with love. You know about Mr. Black."

"Wait a minute!" Esmeralda said. "I know that what I did was wrong, but I failed! My son was not the man who took the potion! It was Helene's husband!"

Hazel turned to Astrid. "Is this true, or is she lying to get herself out of trouble?"

"Well, I don't know," Astrid said. "But I'll go and see."

Hazel nodded and Astrid ran down to the dungeons where the noises were still loudly emitting from the cell where Helene was being kept, along with the sound of running water. Astrid reached the cell and saw that Adrian and Helene were naked and embracing under a rush of water from the shower in the cell.

"Excuse me!" Astrid called over the sound of the water. "Helene, dear? Adrian? Excuse me!"

Helene finally caught her mother's eye and the shower automatically went off. Astrid averted her eyes as Helene detached herself from Adrian and the two of them covered themselves up with towels. "What is it, Mom?" Helene asked. "And make it fast, would you?"

"I just came down to make sure that it was you and Adrian who accidentally ingested the love potion, rather than you and Owen. Apparently, Esmeralda wasn't lying about that."

"Love potion?" Helene asked. "We never took any love potion! I don't know what she's saying!"

"You took a love potion," Astrid said to her. "That's the only way to explain why the two of you haven't left the cell for two months and the jailer keeps talking about conjugal visits."

"But I thought that taking love potions was a bad thing!" Helene said. "I don't feel bad at all, Mother. In fact, I feel better than I have in a long time. More in love with Adrian than ever!"

Just then, Hazel appeared. "Well, good," she said, looking at Adrian and Helene. "It seems like one problem has been averted. Esmeralda will still be punished of course, but not as severely as she would have if it had been someone other than Adrian who took the potion along with Helene." She then disappeared.

Adrian and Helene began kissing again. Astrid put up a hand. "Just a minute now. "There's something you have to understand. I know that the effects of a love potion are wonderful if you're actually in love, but you have to stop ingesting potion right this minute!"

"Why?" Helene asked as Adrian kissed down her neck.

"Because!" Astrid said sharply, hitting Adrian with a newspaper she'd found and rolled up. "The longer you depend on love potions to help with your romance, the less likely you'll be able to function as a couple without them. You don't want to end up in a loveless marriage because some silly potion makes you feel more for each other than you have before, do you?"

Adrian let Helene go reluctantly. "No," he grumbled.

"Well, all right," Astrid nodded. "Now get some clothes on and come back to your rooms with me. We need to get you out of here now."

Selina got home from the bakery, hung up her coat by the door, and put Colin in his playpen, giving him a ball to squeeze. "I'm home!" She called. "Everything okay here?" Just then, there was the sound of rushing air as Elijah appeared in front of her. "Here you are!" he said. "I've been waiting for you all day! Why did it take you so long to come back?"

"Because I had to work, remember?" Selina reminded him. "I have a business to run. I can't just be here at home having sex with you every minute of the day."

"Why not?" Elijah asked.

"Because I have people who depend on me to run the business and I don't want to let them down. You know that!" Selina said. "Elijah, what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Elijah shook his head and took her into his arms. "I just missed you all day. It's no fun here by myself." He paused. "But now that you are here, we can make up for all the lost time." He picked her up and began carrying her to their room.

"No, wait!" Selina cried. "Elijah Mikaelson, you put me down this minute! I can't just leave Colin alone in his playpen!"

Elijah rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said, putting her down and giving her a spanking. "But hurry up. I've waited long enough today."

"Well, gee," Selina said. "You really know how to charm a girl don't you?" She went over to Colin's playpen and picked him up, cradling him close to her as she carried him back to his room and put him in his crib to sleep. Then, she left his room and found Elijah standing outside in the hall looking impatient. "Are you done?" He asked. "Will you pay attention to me now?"

"Are you gonna give me a choice?" Selina asked him.

"Well of course," Elijah said. "I'm not a monster. But to help you make the right choice..." Selina watched in amazement as Elijah nonchalantly removed his clothes right there in the hallway, standing naked in front of her where either Gregory or Laura could easily walk by and see him.

He mistook her shock for amazement with his physique and grinned. "There you go," he said. "That's the proper spirit. Where should we do it?"

"I, um, I don't know," she finally got out. "You're acting so strange I just don't know what do say."

"Wait," Elijah told her, a grin spreading over his face. "I remember how you've always expressed a desire to be taken in my chair. Let's do that."

"Wait, what?!" Selina exclaimed, holding up her hand. "Just a second. You're not seriously suggesting that you and I have sex in your chair, are you?"

"How is that not obvious to you?" Elijah asked impatiently, fidgeting. "I don't know how I could have made that any clearer. Now march. You. Me. Chair. Sex. Now."

"Is there gonna be a 'please' at the end of that?" Selina asked as he put a hand in the center of her back and pushed.

"No," Elijah said flatly.

"Can't we talk about this?" Selina said as he backed her up against the chair and sat her down.

"No," Elijah leaned forward, his lips nearly touching hers as he put up the footrest and leaned the headrest back as far as it could go. "No talking. Not anymore."

Selina nodded. "Okay." Then, he eased off her pants and her panties, his hands going gently up her thighs. He got down on his knees in front of the chair and leaned forward, his tongue darting out and slipping in the crevice between the inside of her thigh and her pubic area. It felt tingly and she let out a shriek. The same thing happened when he brought his thumb inside her, swirling around over and over again. Finally, when she was panting like mad, he paused for a few seconds and then climbed on top of her, his mouth covering hers and stifling yet another shriek. He then kissed down her neck and played with her breasts for awhile until she begged him to come inside her.

"I can't handle it anymore," she panted. "Come inside me, please! I feel like I'm gonna just explode!"

He just grinned cheekily at her, his eyebrows raising. "Well, I guess I will since you said the magic word."

"Oh, god!" Selina cried when he pushed into her. "You are bad man! A very, very, very bad man!"

He grinned. "You better believe it!" He said.

Finally, they decided to take a break and Selina sat up as Elijah got off her. "Damn, that was the best sex we ever had." She sighed contentedly. Then, her eyes widened and she hit Elijah hard. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Amazingly enough, the racket hadn't disturbed any of the children.

Elijah grinned. "From the noise you were making, nothing. Obviously."

Selina got up off the chair. "Get up! Get Up!" she ordered. He humored her and moved away from the chair. She ran to the kitchen and came back with some cleaner and a rag, spraying the chair and then wiping it dry. "There. All clean."

Elijah grinned. "What a shame. You'll just have to do that again in another hour or two."

Selina frowned. "I can't believe this! We just befouled your chair and not only are you okay with it, you want us to do it again! I reiterate: What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me," Elijah said, playing with her hair and kissing her earlobe. "We're just having a little fun. You like having fun, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do!" Selina nodded. "But you don't! What's happened? Are you sick? Do we need to go see Alistair?" She began putting on her clothes and threw his at him. But he refused to dress in them.

"I'm not sick!" he yelled and threw his clothes back on the ground. "I'm just trying to have a little fun, all right? And I want you to have fun with me, like we did in the cop car on your birthday. I don't care if I don't normally do this. The point is, I do now, so stop worrying or I will make you stop worrying myself!"

"Fine!" Selina said, coming to stand in front of him. "Do that, I dare you. It's literally the only way I will not be freaked out by this change in you. You'd be doing me a favor."

"Fine," Elijah said, looking into her eyes. "You will no longer worry about my change of attitude but act as though that is normal behavior for me. You will also do what I ask when I ask it with no complaints. Am I clear?"

And Selina nodded. "Yes," she said. "You're clear."