Note: Thank you Arular for reviewing! I'm glad you like it.

Unfortunately, I know Kat isn't as snarky as usual but it's because I'm not that great at writing like that.. So, I apologize for that.. But I guess one way to look at it is maybe that some of Katerina Petrova is coming through and mingling with Katherine Pierce? I don't know really.. I just have random thoughts I guess, anyways I hope you like it!

"MMMmhhhh" I mumble my content as I pull the silky sheets closer around me before wrinkling my nose in my groggy confusion. I don't remember going to bed or falling asleep. Suddenly I feel someone nuzzle their face into my neck while wrapping their arms around my waist and pulling me closer to them. I tense and take a deep startled breath through my nose, and instantly relax at the scent surrounding me before everything from the other day comes back in a flash.

Elena. The cure. Being human. The bar and drunken idiots.

Elijah...

I finally blink my eyes open slowly and take in my surroundings as I relish the feeling of his arms around me. A small smile pulls at my lips and I carefully turn around in his arms so I can sneak a look at him uninterrupted while he's still asleep.

He looks so at peace and almost vulnerable while he's asleep. Slowly I curl myself into his chest and close my eyes again sleepily.

After a while I began to feel more awake, and a I had an idea as I began to feel hungry as well.. why not make breakfast? As gently as I can I disentangle myself from Elijah and stand up. Looking down I realized I was still in yesterday's clothes minus my jacket and shoes. Glancing over to the chair I noticed Elijah's white shirt was carefully draped over the back of a chair. Being as quiet as I could I peel off my dirty shirt from yesterday and drop it in an almost hidden basket for laundry. My jeans still felt and looked fine so I slipped on his shirt and buttoned a few of the buttons before silently padding out and down to the kitchen which I was glad to find was miraculously fully stocked with anything I may need or want to eat.

Now, where could I find a cookbook? This is one of those things I don't let anyone else know, I actually enjoy cooking and if I wasn't being hunted down for the last five hundred years I might have opened my own restaurant or maybe my own fashion store.. The choices were almost endless now, but first I would have to get a real identity established. A sigh escaped my lips, I am so going to miss compulsion. Why the heck can't I find- oh... I purse my lips, I had been almost ready to scream in frustration but it was in plain sight. Shaking my head in annoyance I pull the cookbook off the shelve and flip through it, stopping almost immediately when I saw the recipe for pancakes. That actually sounds really good right now... Why not, it's pretty simple.

After making sure the recipe was set out I scurried around the kitchen pulling what I needed before mixing the ingredients.

When I had the first ones on the griddle I began to zone out again. All of this might overwhelm anyone else, but I'm Katherine Pierce. I've always been stronger than people give me credit for. I flicked my gaze in the direction I'd come from as my mind drifted to what Elijah had done and said last night.

He'd called himself my boyfriend...

I've spent the last five hundred years running from his psycho brother, never getting to tell Elijah how I really felt. I didn't want to run away from him, even though it sounded like he was against me when I overheard him speak to Klaus. I had still trusted him but Trevor was adamant that I leave and at the time he was stronger than I was so I complied. But not before leaving a letter in my bedside table for Elijah, telling him everything and how I regretted not having the chance to tell him my fears. That Trevor insisted that I leave immediately and I would have been no match for him should I have resisted. What would it have been like had I stayed with him all those years ago? Would Klaus have left me alone? Would I have been turned into a vampire or would I have grown old and died? Whatever the case I am alive now, and I have a feeling Elijah won't let Klaus near me again. Or Elena, hopefully...

What on earth is that smell? I snap out of my thoughts and my eyes lock onto my burning pancakes and I bite back the panic as I quickly and grudgingly scrape off all of my burned food. Even when he's not here he can still distract me enough for me to ruin something. Shaking my head I barely hold back a giggle.

"Good-morning Katerina." I look over in surprise, I was used to hearing people approach from like a mile away.. though Elijah's always been good at sneaking up on me...

"Good-morning Elijah, how did you sleep?" I smile as he moves to lean on the counted next to me while I finish cleaning my mess and salvaging what I could.

"Quite well with you next to me." He tilts his head at me and I turn around to loop my arms around his neck.

"Is that so, ?" I tease.

"It is, Miss Petrova." his hand moves to rest on my waist and I can't help but let out that giggle.

"What's so funny?" His smile grows and I continue giggling.

"Oh, nothing." I shake my head slightly before taking a risk and leaning up to kiss him full on the lips which he reciprocated immediately. Slowly we pulled back and I bite my lip, nervousness flooding in. Elijah reaches out and gently brushes my hair back from my face, and after a moment he simply cradles my cheek while using the pad of his thumb to brush across it lovingly. My nervousness all but flees and I feel something else in the pit of my stomach.

"I love you Katerina Petrova." my breath catches in my throat as he says the words I'd been dreaming I'd hear the last five hundred years. Not Klaus giving me my freedom, but Elijah confirming his love for me.

"I love you too Elijah Mikaelson." my voice comes out soft and almost breathy but he still smiles before pressing his lips to mine once more for a shorter kiss this time before my stomach decided to ruin the moment and growl at me.

I can't help the blush that creeps into my cheeks as I pull away and pick up the remnants of my cooking, at least I'd saved some. I'll have to remember not to check out while I'm cooking from now on. "Sorry."

"No need Katerina, you're human now. You need to eat human food now." His smile is encouraging and I move to take a seat at the counter to eat.