CHAPTER 7

[A/N: Prepare ye for smut.]

Elena felt soft lips press firmly to her neck- she reveled in it; her body reacting without her expressed say so. The lips traveled, kissing just below her ear. She whimpered when Rebekah's newly familiar voice whispered seductively in her ear.

"I've been waiting for this for what feels like forever." Rebekah's voice was breathy and needy to her. It shook her an odd amount to have the breathy voice talking to her, at her. She felt hands on her hips, nails digging in- not painfully but territorially. Elena sighed at the new and welcome pressure, and titled her head back.

The lips continued their trail to her cheek and soon her lips were being forcefully kissed by Rebekah. She loved her lips, how soft they were, and how adamantly they continued to put pressure on her own. She felt Rebekah's tongue slide along her bottom lip, trying to gain entry.

Elena permitted it, parting her lips and allowing this foreign muscle to explore her mouth. Elena's hands wrapped around Rebekah's waist pulling her closer. Rebekah's body was pressed flush against her own, and she could feel herself trembling with anticipation and a sense of fear.

This was uncharted territory after all. She had never done this before. She was over thinking things so much that she had missed Rebekah taking off her shirt and flinging it across Elena's room. Rebekah's skin was a pale cream. Exquisitely white, like milk. Elena snapped from her overthought, and reached out to touch the skin. It was soft, but softer than she anticipated.

She could feel her eyes start to widen in surprise, Rebekah's skin was the softest thing she had ever touched. Rebekah's alabaster skin trembled at the touch, and Elena's momentary control was taken back as Rebekah backed her against the wall. Their lips connected again- but this time more heated than before.

The heat was becoming intense. Far too intense for Elena to deal with- arousal was an understatement. If normal girls got wet, Elena was sopping. Almost as if to read her mind Rebekah's hand reached between them, and snaked its way into her pants. Elena's body flared with heat and passion- her eyes closed and Rebekah's hand began its exploration.

Elena moaned, loudly.

So loudly in fact that it caused her to open her eyes, to bright vibrant sunlight. The rays were so unexpected that she felt momentarily blinded. She was inexplicably confused as to how the setting had changed so quickly… She could have sworn that two seconds ago she was being ravished by Rebekah but now she was laying in her bed. In her warm bed, comfortable, and completely clothed.

She replayed the events in her head. Wondering when she had ended up in her bed and where Rebekah had gone. It all felt incredibly sudden. It took her a moment to register that her physical enjoyment, had been a dream. 'Who has fucking dreams like that?' Elena thought, desperately hating that it had in fact been that- a dream. She could still feel where Rebekah's lips had burned her skin, where her fingers had set her nerves alight. She felt like a glow worm, tinging and bright- only at a product of a dream.

It was unnecessarily cruel of her mind to do this to her so early in the morning. She sat there silently for moment, regaining her composure, feeling a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. It wasn't like her to be so 'worked up'. To be completely honest, Elena couldn't remember the last time that she had felt so… well- horny. It was like there was just a switch in her mind that was constantly set to 'on' when she was around Rebekah, or thinking about Rebekah; which as of late had been a lot.

Rebekah seemed to be the most prevalent thought in her mind, and when she wasn't directly attempting to focus, her mind would drift to Rebekah. How flawless her golden tresses were, and how brilliantly perfect her smile way. Almost as if she were standing right in front of her. Elena thought of her as she got out of bed, and picked her outfit out for the day.

She thought of Rebekah eating breakfast at home, and on her way to school, in school- and yet somehow none of that thinking prepared her for seeing Rebekah in the flesh in the hallway. Somehow she took Elena's breath away, and threw it down the length of a football field. Rebekah hadn't dressed up or anything, but Elena still found her to be stunning…

Strikingly beautiful in her angelic way. But now there was awkwardness and shyness of Elena's part- the dream had really screwed with her internal psyche. She had been so gung-ho for their "date" tonight, but now the midnight fantasy was causing her to blush; remembering Rebekah's dexterous hands. She felt the all too familiar heat of a blush flaming against her skin, she could feel her heartbeat quicken.

Her pulse threatened to break her eardrum, and she took several deep breaths, and walked towards Rebekah. Elena loved this feeling. The feeling of constant buzzing high, elation. Nervousness and anxiety coupled with happiness and excitement; the lines between the two blurred, and melded together. Like melting a cream and white candle in the same holder and trying to differentiate the tones.

When she reached Rebekah she didn't have to fake a smile like she usually had to. No- this smile was genuine and happy- excited. Rebekah's smile matched her own and Elena could feel her heart soar. She chuckled to herself, willing her blush to stop at any point in time.

"Hey, thanks for the ride home last night… sometimes its lame being stuck here after third. But sometimes I can't be assed to walk all the way home." She thanked, the words greedily tumbling out. Rebekah laughed, and the sound made Elena's heart go to her throat. Every time. No matter what, it seemed, Rebekah always found a way to take her breath away. Elena walked towards her locker with Rebekah stuck to her side.

"It's really no problem, I drive that way almost every day. Giving you a ride wouldn't be that big of a deal…" The blonde spoke, shaking her head lightly. "But you make it sound like I'm rescuing baby seals and not just driving you home- which is on the way." She finished giving Elena questioning and yet playful eyes. Elena had to wonder about this girl. There was just something about her that sparked so much interest… Mystery clung to this girl like a glove. And Elena wanted to peel it off slowly but deliberately.

"Well, I'm sorry for thanking you!" Elena said, huffing out her chest as they arrived at her locker. She quickly turned the combination and the locker squeaked open. She put her bag into the locker, and took out the books and supplies she would need for her first two classes. She rarely ever came back to her locker after first, finding it much more practical to just carry it all to and from. "Are we still on for tonight?" Elena hesitantly asked. She was more nervous now than she had been this morning… Part of her prayed that Rebekah would make up an excuse, or say that something came up, and that they would have to reschedule… But she simply smiled and said she wouldn't miss it for the world.

They walked to Data together, and sat in their respective seats, this time Rebekah giving Elena her usual seat back. Elena loved this angle of Rebekah. It was, oddly beautiful. Before when Rebekah had been sitting in Elena's seat, the sun had shone through and had almost blinded her; making it difficult for Elena to carefully commit all of Rebekah's features to memory. But at this angle, Rebekah's face was lit up by the sun; and she could see her entire face.

She could see the different hues of blue in her eyes when the light refracted off of her pen, she could see the dips and wrinkles in her lips while they were pursed trying to listen to the teacher. She could see the slight dimple to her chin, and the frustration lines on her forehead. She could see all of the little freckles, and one little mole, that would be so invisible unless you knew where to look. Something about this light made Rebekah's skin almost glow, and it brought a smile to Elena's lips.

'Rebekah is like a firefly' Elena thought, stifling a small giggle. How was it that Rebekah managed to be so attractive to her? It was odd for Elena- to be attracted to someone so instantaneously, and to have such an intimate connection like the one they already shared; let alone with a woman. Elena really didn't understand it. 'Maybe it's a phase…' she thought to herself again, sending her mind into a hurricane of worry.

'What if I send her the wrong signals, and she makes a move and I don't like it?' she worried herself inwardly. 'What if I do like it? What if she doesn't get my hints? I am socially awkward after all.' Elena's fingers went to her mouth and she subconsciously began biting her nails in anxiety. 'What if I make a fool out of myself and everyone finds out? What if we only like each other until the deed is done and then things change?'

Elena had already bitten off all of the nails on one hand, and was quickly working on the other. When she got to her middle finger however, she wasn't paying attention and bit the nail too far down. When she pulled her hand away it wasn't just her nail that ripped, but her flesh as well.

"Ouch!" Elena said, watching a small pinprick of blood form at the tear area. It hurt really badly, and she was surprised at this. It hurt more than a paper cut, and those things hurt like hell. She put the finger in her mouth as she stood up and walked to the front of the class to get a tissue. She placed it over the ripped area of her finger, watching as the tissue absorbed her blood, and the red blotch grew slowly.

The teacher looked at her and scowled like she was causing a disturbance, and then ordered her to go to the office to get a Band-Aid. Elena walked down the halls aimlessly. She knew she had to get to the office, but she was going to take her time and be a bit leisurely about it. The office wasn't going anywhere after all.

Once she arrived, the secretary tsked her, gave her a Band-Aid and a small alcohol swab and sent her on her way. The way back to the classroom seemed to take so much less time, even though Elena was sure that she had taken AT LEAST the same amount of time on her way back. She opened the door to the classroom, waved her Band-Aid at the teacher, and sat back in her seat.

She looked over to her right, expecting to see the beautiful blonde, who had been so graciously offering her presence as an escape from the mundanity of the class- but she was gone, all of her things packed up, almost as if she were never there. Elena felt her heart sink a little bit, and hoped that she hadn't gotten sick, or ended up having to cancel on the night that was supposed to ensue.

The thought did not burden Elena for long, as the bell rang and she was off to her next class.