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Elena was sitting at the bar in Rousseau's when this human male walked right into her and 'accidentally' spilled not just the Bloody Mary he had in his hand but the Hurricane and the Hennessy as well.

"Dear God miss!" He choked out as he grabbed many, many napkins to help dry her off. "I am so sorry about that! Clumsy me." He smiled and she was brought into a memory of Matt-cute and loyal to a fault-as he had the same blonde hair though his eyes were a lighter brown color but that memory of him hit full force. "I'm James, you?"

"Adaline." She lied instantly.

"I'm so sorry Adaline," he smiled. "Why don't you let me buy you a drink in way of apologizing?" Elena looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

"I'd like that," she smiled. He took the drinks to a couple of guys at a table and then returned to take the stool next to Elena. She turned to face him and very seductively crossed her legs. She smiled as she heard his heartbeat accelerate.

Elijah had followed her scent to Rousseau's but when he entered he was shocked. Elena was sitting at the bar talking to a blonde headed man. At first Elijah thought perhaps it was the school quarterback, Matt, from Mystic Falls but on closer inspection it clearly was not. Her hand was on this man's knee while they laughed with one another. As he watched that delicate hand inched upwards on his thigh – the man's heart was racing and Elijah began to see red.

He walked over to the bar.

"Could I speak to you for a moment?" She turned to him and at least she looked like a deer in headlights as she took him in. He hoped his expression didn't look as murderous as he felt right now.

"Excuse me," Elena smiled at the man.

"It was lovely meeting you Adaline," the man grinned. Elijah took her arm and led her from Rousseau's.

"Okay Adaline, what was the end game?" he asked with a tinge of anger to his voice. "I didn't think you hunted?"

"I can hunt!" Elena got defensive. They rounded the corner and were already headed towards Elijah's townhouse.

"I didn't ask if you could…but you shouldn't do it on your own down here. This city can be dangerous."

"I wasn't hunting okay! He spilled drinks all over my clothes and then offered to buy me one. He was nice and we got to talking…" she said.

"That looked like more than talking," Elijah practically growled as he opened the gate to the courtyard of his townhouse. About that time the storm clouds that had been threatening all afternoon gave in and the heavens poured down on them.

"Last time I checked that was fine too!" Elena said.

"The hell it is," Elijah said in a husky voice before he pulled her to him and his lips came down on hers - neither seemed to care that it was raining as their mouths met hungrily. Elena regained her senses first and flashed away from him into the living room. He flashed in after her and pulled her back against him.

"If you want to flirt Elena I'm right here!" he said huskily.

"So now you want me?"

"Elena I have wanted you from the moment I first laid eyes on you," Elijah said as his eyes raked over her. What she did next shocked him. When her eyes left his her hands reached up for his shirt and without regard to the buttons she ripped it open sending the buttons flying. A moment later she stood on her tiptoes, using his tie as leverage and her mouth met his. His hand sank into her hair as the other found the small of her back and crushed her closer to him. Her hands found their way onto his chest and Elijah moaned as her delicate fingers began to ignite his senses giving rise to the fire within.

Seizing control he grabbed her and whisked them to the stairway. They made it to the landing before he slammed her against the wall, cracking the dry wall and she released a moan as his lips explored her jaw and then down the side of her neck. He was kissing everywhere he could find skin and Elena could scarcely believe what was happening. She was being seduced by an original! Elijah Mikaelson was going to make love to her!

As he lifted his head she saw something no one in her group had seen before. Elijah's eyes were dark and his veins were in full force. She was having that much of an effect on him. He smiled with satisfaction as he saw her face had changed and as he kissed her again her fangs were out. He teased each one with his tongue – something no one had ever done to her before – and Elena's legs gave way.

Elijah had hold of her blouse and he peeled it over her head discarding the ruined garment on the floor before he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They made it the rest of the way up the stairs and into Elijah's suite. She'd never seen his bedroom before and she wasn't seeing it now as he lowered her to the bed and then prowled up her body with the lithe grace of a tiger. The hungry look in his eyes made the heat pooling deep within Elena come even more alive. He unfastened the button on her skirt and in one quick movement it landed on the floor.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he savored the image before him. Lovely Elena Gilbert was lying on his bed practically drunk with desire in a black lace bra and matching panties. Did she always dress like this? He was going to order everything she desired from La Perla. His tongue darted out to leave a hot trail from the top of her panties up the middle of her body to the hollow of her throat. She groaned with pleasure and her body arched to meet his tongue as it ravished her. When he reached her throat her hand in his hair commanded him to kiss her lips once more and he eagerly complied.

His hand settled on her knee and Elena jerked as it traveled up her thigh. Stefan had never done this to her – he could see it in her eyes.

"I am going to take you places you have never been Elena," he said in a voice that was both tender and husky. His hand trailed up her thigh in much the same manner that she had been doing to the man at the bar and she trembled with the electric pulses of pleasure it was creating. No wonder the man's heart had been racing as hers now was! Her eyes went wide as Elijah ripped her panties and with his other hand unfastened her bra and tossed it haphazardly onto a chair.

As Elijah's hand slipped into her most private place Elena gasped and would have come up from the bed if not for Elijah's gently restraining hand on her abdomen. A moment later his finger slipped inside of her and Elena gasped her eyes seeking his. He saw her uncertainty and a fear of losing what they had. She saw his tender devotion for her and – dare she hope – love? His lips lowered to hers and his tongue began to mimic the actions of his finger. A few moments later he added another and Elena sighed with pleasure as that heat swirling in the pit of her stomach was calling for release.

He smiled with satisfaction as he felt her growing tighter, reaching for the satisfaction that he was going to bring her. He smirked with delicious devilment before his tongue teased her nipples, first one and then the other. She arched her back trying to find release and her unnecessary breaths came in short pants.

"I've got you Elena…you can let go," he said tenderly. Her eyes were searching his when finally her world exploded and he smattered her body with gentle kisses as she floated back to earth. When she opened her eyes again the look in them stole Elijah's breath and seized his heart. There was so much love in her eyes – all for him! His desire changed in that moment – he became more gentle and tender.

Her hands came to his chest and she carefully traced over his skin with so much tenderness. She tenderly ran her finger over some of the names that were tattooed on his perfectly sculpted chest.

"Okay Elena where is it?" he said barely above a whisper. She rotated a little and placed her left hip in his view. There in all of its glory was a Fleur de Lis and Elijah's own name. She watched him trying to read his reaction. His finger reached out to trace the still sensitive skin and she trembled under his touch. Her hands ran down to slip into the waistband of his pants and she struggled with the button. He chuckled a little.

"Let me help you with that," he said and in a flash he had removed his pants and as he rejoined her she took him in. Her eyes became wide with apprehension and reminded him of her virtual innocence. He placed her hand on his chest and his atop hers and then guided their hands down until her hand connected with that part of him that was uniquely male. He groaned as she began to touch him and he let her do so for only a moment before he raised her hands over her head and his mouth met hers again.

He slid slowly inside of her pacing himself to allow her to adjust to his size. She was so tight he could almost believe she was completely untouched. Once she seemed more relaxed he began to move within her. Soon both of their faces were changing again. As he kissed her he worried because his fangs had finally come out – he never lost control like this! Her tongue began to trace over them and he groaned with absolute pleasure. The fire between them began to build again and each one was climbing for that elusive pleasure that only the other could give.

"Elijah…Elijah…" Elena worried becoming almost frantic.

"I love you Elena," he said tenderly, "just let me love you."

"I love you Elijah!" she called out as her world splintered into nothing but pleasure and the safety of his arms. Her climax brought his release and he could not remember ever feeling like this. The thunderstorm was still raging outside but it was nothing compared to the storm that had occurred within the walls of Elijah's bedroom.

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