Athena Claire

Rebekah’s growl earns a few glances from the locals, but she ignores them, only glaring daggers at the bitchy vampire next to her.

“I should’ve known he was bluffing when he said he’d come to me. I guess the soulmate bond has got him on too tight a leash.”

My nails cut into my palms as I glare evilly at the vampire, “Trust me when I say it’s not the bond that keeps him obsessed with me.”

Katherine’s smirk drops slightly, and mine deepens.

Rebekah makes a sound of disgust, but I don’t miss the proud look she gives me. 

“Alright, back to business,” Rebekah grabs Katherine by the chin, “Where’s the cure?”

Katherine smirks at her, “I’m on vervain. Besides, why do you two want it anyway?”

“The question is, why do you want it? Let me guess? To kill Niklaus?”

Over my dead body, whore.

“I’ve spent the last 500 years running from your big brother. I have no intention of being in sniffing distance of him. But, since it can be used against him, I’m sure he’s just itching to get his hands on it. I give him the cure, he gives me my freedom.”

Elena sighs.

“You poor victim. Where’s the part in your plan where you screw us over, and somebody dies?”

The image of Jeremy’s dead body hits me, and I fight back the urge to not jump over the table and bite the bitch in front of me. 

Elijah would bail me out of jail.

“I have no reason to screw you over.”

“As if that’s ever stopped you before,” I bite.

Katherine rolls her eyes, “I know you don’t believe me, but it is the truth. People change. I’m not the girl you think I am.”

“Says the girl who killed a 17-year-old boy not even two weeks ago. Drop the act, Katherine. Everyone here knows you’re a backstabbing bitch whose only ever looked out for herself,” I lean forward and put on a sad, mocking face, “Maybe it is best your family was butchered so they didn’t have to watch you become the two-face bitch we all know and hate.”

Katherine’s face drops, and Rebekah snorts from beside her. 

“You finally found yourself a backbone, how interesting. Tell me, Y/n, did having both Mikaelson men at your disposal give you the confidence, or was it killing your father that gave you the taste for blood?”

The sound of my teeth grinding fills my head, and the next thing I know, I’m leaning over the table and driving a butter knife into the center of Katherine’s chest.

“AGH!”

Katherine’s loud hiss turns some attention, but the clearly compelled townspeople all turn away.

“Honestly,” I narrow my eyes at the vamp as she pulls the knife out, and blood trickles down her chest, “It might be a bit of both.”

“And here I thought Klaus was going to destroy you, turns out you’re just like him.”

I smile at her, “Coming from you, that’s a compliment. And besides, Elijah likes me just the way I am.”

“He’ll get bored and come running back to me, he did love me first, you know?”

I tap my chin in mocking thought, “Human, you, he loved. You know the version that didn’t kill children. He also told me his love for you was just a way to bide his time. You should know that he told me that when he was with you, all he could think about was me,” I take a sip of Elena’s tea, “Or you know, the idea of me.”

I hand Elena back her tea, and she sips off the side I just did, her lipstick staining the edge of the porcelain. 

“Enough of Elijha,” Elena says, annoyed, “Where’s the cure?”

Katherine doesn’t respond, and I watch Elena and Bekah share a look before Rebekah quickly reaches into Katherine’s jacket, grabs her phone, and then throws it to Elena.

I lean closer to Elena to watch as she goes through it, and oddly enough, she moves the phone closer so I can get a better look.

“Who’s EM?”

I look at the Calendar app Elena has pulled up, and it shows that Katherine is supposed to be meeting EM at 2.

Katherine just shrugs smugly, and I roll my eyes.

“It’s Elijah. Numbnuts here was supposed to bring him the cure.”

Katherine’s face drops at my admission.

“Then why are you here,” Rebekah asks.

I shrug, “I got bored in the hotel room, Elijah went out for food, and I skipped out, which now raises a question. If you’ve had the cure this entire time, why not just bring it to Klaus himself ot earn your freedom? Why pull Elijah into this? We all know he’s not the one you truly love.”

“It’s because she needs him to be the buffer for Klaus.”

As if this day couldn’t get any worse.

I slowly turn in my seat to the grating noise.

Demon.

Oh, and Stefan’s here too. 

“I’m leaving.”

Elena tries to move from beside me, but since Damon is blocking my way out, we’re stuck.

“God, I need a xanax,” I pinch my forehead at the whole party we have going on now. 

“What are you two doing here,” Elena asks, annoyed.

Damon gives her an “Are you serious?” look.

“You two,” He points to Elena and Bekah, “Left me in New York, stole my car, and then left it on the side of the road 100 miles away.”

Both women just shrug.

“Well, you all seem like you need to discuss things, so I’ll be going,” Katherine tries to get up, but Rebekah grips her shoulder. 

I shake my head in annoyance, “Ok, you four deal with your shit,” I gesture to the men and Elena and Bekah, “And you and I are going to go get the cure.”

Noise.

A lot of fucking noise comes in response. 

“You are not going with her anywhere,” Stefan tells me.

“She’ll kill you the first chance she gets,” Damon shuts it down.

“I’m going!”

Rebekah whines. 

And oddly enough, Elena stays silent. 

“Can everyone just shut the hell up for a second,” I growl at the vampires around me, and they all go silent.

“Thank you,” I take a deep breath and then look around the table, “One, I can handle myself, so don’t for a fucking second think you’re going to boss me around, I’ve already got two,” I look at Rebekah, “Three originals who try to do that already. Two, you all clearly have some shit you need to work out, and three,” I look to Katherine, “If you want a pardon from Klaus, I’m your best shot at getting it. So, you either give me the cure and I think about getting him to pardon you…Or I can call him right now and have him come into town and rip you limb from limb, your choice. Until I decide it isn’t.”

Katherine is silent for a moment.

“How do I know you’re not just going to take the cure and then tell Klaus to kill me?”

I smile at her.

“You don’t.”

Damon laughs. 

Katherine thinks for a minute before rolling her eyes, “Fine. But just you, I don’t want everyone here annoying me.”

Noise again. 

I push out of the booth as the vampires all argue with me about going.

“Everyone shut the hell up,” I turn to Elena, “You coming?”

Elena smirks at me and rises from the booth.

“She’s not coming,” Katherine growls. 

I raise an eyebrow at Katherine, “If she doesn’t come, then Klaus will.”

She shuts up.

“Y/n, she could kill you,” Stefan tries to reason with me, and I shake him off.

“Stefan, she’s stupid, but not the stupid. She knows that if she even thought about laying a hand on me, Elijah would have her head in a second.” 

I side-eye Katherine, who just annoyingly nods. 

“This is a bad-”

I jump back slightly as Stefan is cut off with a snap of his neck, and Damon’s is quick to follow.

“Well, that’s enough of them. Come on, ladies,” Bekah says as she wipes her hands casually and walks towards the door. 

“She wasn’t in the plan,” Katherine looks at me, annoyed, and I shrug.

“You try telling her no.”

—

Katherine leads Elena, Bekah, and me to a quaint home 15 minutes away from the diner. 

“This is where you live? What kind of old lady are you?”

My voice is filled with suspicion as I look around the incredibly dull-looking home.

“One with shitty taste,” Rebekah answers for me as we eye the fish tank with disgust.

“It’s not here,” Katherine’s panicked voice takes our attention as the vampire starts rifling through a bookshelf.

“It was in a safe, but it’s not there!”

I raise my eyebrow a smidge at her shitty performance.

“You don’t seriously think we believe you,” Elena asks, clearly bored.

“I swear it was in the safe!”

“Just like this is really your life? For all we know, this isn’t even your house,” Bekah says suspiciously. 

Katherine glares at us, “Maybe you don’t know me at all. Did it ever occur to you that none of you know who I really am?”

I lean against the fish tank, which I now notice has no fish. Weird.

“Has it ever occurred to you that we don’t care enough about you to think you could be anything other than a bottom-feeding skank?”

 Elena chuckles from beside me. 

Rebekah steps closer to Katherine, “Where is the cure?”

I eye Rebekah, and I put my hand out to stop her from rushing at Katherine, “Dude, we need her alive. Go search around for it,” I gesture towards the house, and Rebekah snarls but still listens. 

After Bekah leaves the room, I glare at Katherine, “How fucking stupid are you? Like, I’m not even being sarcastic anymore, I am just genuinely curious about how far that stupidity of yours can go?”

Katherine narrows her eyes at me and takes a threatening step towards me.

“Don’t.”

Katherine and I are both slightly shocked when Elena sends a threatening look towards the older vampire. 

The dopplegangers eye each other until Katherine rolls her eyes. 

“It must be so nice having every supernatural creature in history completely obsessed with you.”

I roll my eyes at her comment. 

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Katherine,” I blankly respond, “Stop screwing around and tell us where the cure is.”

Katherine doesn’t respond, just simply shrugs cockily. 

I growl lowly, “Ok, fine, where would I hide a cure if I were a psychotic bitch with severe trust issues?”

I look towards Elena, who seems to be in thought, “You’d want it someplace close, someplace you can quickly grab from if you need to go on the run…for the millionth time.”

I smirk at Elena’s dig, and then I pause. 

“Nice fish tank…would be better with fish though,” I look back at Katherine, and the small shift in her step gives me my answer.

I step towards the fish tank, but before I can reach inside, my head is being shoved into the water. Water fills my mouth as I fight back against Katherine. 

Her hold lasts only for a moment before I’m being pulled back.

Water spills from my mouth as Elena holds me to her front. Katherine now stands at the front door with a toy treasure chest that I’m sure holds the cure. 

“I’m going to kill you, bitch!”

Katherine goes to run, but a flash of blond hair stops her. 

“Get out of my way,” Katherine stupidly tries to command. 

“So what’s more important to you, huh? Killing me,” Katherine holds up the cure and shows Bekah, “Or getting the cure?”

With one final move, Katherine throws the cure behind her, and Bekah runs after it, giving Katherine the chance to escape. 

–

“Bekah, don’t,” I try to reason with Rebekah as she holds the cure in her hands. 

“Why shouldn’t I? She doesn’t even want it,” Rebekah points to Elena, who just watches silently. 

“Just think about this for a minute, alright. Making decisions like this without thinking-”

“I have thought about it, Y/n! Every day I have thought about it! This,” She looks at the cure like it holds all her unanswered prayers, “Is my freedom.”

“Rebekah, think about what you’d be doing. You’ve been a vampire for too long; you can’t possibly know what it feels like to be human. Let’s not forget you have one thousand years of enemies who will come and kill you the second they find out about this. It’s just not worth it.”

Rebekah shakes her head at me slowly, “Good.”

“What?”

Something in me shifts as tears fill Bekah’s eyes, “My brother’s aren’t the only ones who have a soulmate, you know. I had one. Mar-,” She stops herself, “And now he’s gone. I have had to endure centuries without the one person I can’t live without. I just want peace, Y/n. Please understand me.”

Rebekah’s confession hits me hard, and all I can do is stare at her. But as she breaks off the top to the cure, I don’t try to stop her. 

“No!” Stefan and Damon stand in the doorway in shock as Rebekah drinks all of the cure. 

—

Fifteen minutes go by of Stefan and Damon bitching to Elena and me about letting a not passed out, Rebekah take the cure. 

Both of them were ignored. 

*Gasp*

“Fucking hell,” I clutch my heart as Rebekah sits up like the living dead. 

Or just living?

Good lord, I need a cigarette. 

“How are you feeling,” Stefan sits down in front of Rebekah, who is smiling. 

A warm feeling hits me at the smile. 

“I feel good. I feel great,” She laughs, “I feel alive.”

“Slight problem with being alive,” Damon’s voice ruins the moment, “I can kill you now.”

In a flash, Damon throws a letter opener towards Rebakah, but she quickly catches it.

Oh.  

We all watch as the small cut from the opener on Bekah’s hand instantly heals. 

The cure was fake.

“I’m still a vampire,” Despair fills Rebekah’s voice, and I quickly move to sit down next to her on Katherine’s ugly ass couch. 

Bekah turns to me and throws her arms around me, “The cure didn’t work.”

“It worked just like she wanted it to,” Stefan says, making Bekah and me part.

“The cure was a fake. Must have been bloodshot with vervain.”

I place my head in my hands, “Fucking Katherine.”

—

“I’ve got to go. Do you want to come with Elijah and me?”

Rebekah, still shaken up, shakes her head, “No. I need to be alone.”

I stand on the porch as Rebekah speeds away. I glance inside to where Numbnuts one and two argue about something whilst Elena stands by them, clearly bored. 

Her eyes shift to mine, and for a moment neither of us moves, and maybe it’s my constant delusions, but for just a moment I thought I could see something shift in her gaze, something not entirely emotionless. 

A car engine turns my attention, and I see Elijah’s car pull into the driveway. Not wanting him to have to deal with Damon, I walk off the porch without a goodbye and get into the car. 

“Good evening, el-... what happened?”

I turn to Elijah, who’s looking at me with his usual concerned look.

“What?”

Elijah turns on the car’s heater, “You’re covered in water? What happened?”

I pick up a piece of my wet hair, “Oh, just another casual encounter with one of your exes.”

Elijah’s knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel. 

“Did she harm you?”

Elijah’s tone is dark, and I have to fight my inner pervert from climbing over this console and jumping this beautiful man in front of me. 

“Y/n?”

Elijah gives me a look, and I quickly shrug it off.

“I’ve had worse experiences. Nothing to worry your pretty head about. Can we drive away now? The farther away I am from the Salvatore brothers, the better.”

Elijah makes a sound of agreement and pulls out of the driveway. 

We drive in silence for a few minutes before I have to open my big ass mouth.

“Soooo, Katherine?”

Elijah’s sigh is audible. 

“Elskan…”

I roll my eyes, “I know, I know. You’re devoted to me, body and soul, and whatever monologue you have cooking up in that noggin of yours.”

Elijah gives me a slightly annoyed look.

“Then why are you bringing her up?”

I throw my hands in the air slightly in defeat, “I don’t know. You guys have history, and Katherine’s adamant when it comes to getting what she wants.”

Elijah stops the car at a red light. He reaches over the console and grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss. 

“My history with her is nothing compared to my future with you,” From the corner of my eye, I can see the light turn green, but he doesn’t move. Thankfully, the dark road is desolate other than us, “Besides, Kateri-... Katherine only wanted my attention for one thing.”

I turn away and nod, “Ya, I know. Deal with Klaus to get her pardoned. She gives the cure, and he stops trying to kill her. Honestly, I don’t even think he ever searched for her. I think she’s just paranoid.”

Elijah huffs a laugh, “I don’t think you’re wrong.”

“But Katherine gave your sister the fake cure and is probably already across the country right now. So long, Elena’s humanity,” I mockingly wave out the window. 

Elijah is quiet for a moment before reaching into his pocket.

“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

My eyes widen as Elijah pulls out a small vial filled with a dark liquid.

“Is that…”

The smirk on Elijah’s face should annoy me more than it turns me on. 

“The cure to Vampirism.”

—

“Alright, I’m done. Your turn.”

I wrap the white hotel robe tighter around me as I walk into the hotel room Elijah and I have shared for the past two days. 

I use my towel to dry my hair as I turn the corner to see Elijah unbuttoning his button-up and stripping it off to leave him in his wife-beater and slacks. 

“Usually, people get undressed in the bathroom.”

I meant for it to come out like a joke, but the longer I stare at Elijah’s forearms, I’m realizing nothing here is that funny. 

Elijah chuckles and slowly walks towards me, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. My apologies, ma’am.”

Elijah begins to pass by me, and in doing so, his fingers brush mine. For a moment, we both stand there, frozen. Both are waiting for the other to make the next move. 

But neither of us does. 

—

Moonlight trickles through the hotel room window, illuminating the dark room around me. Here I lie in a bed probably worth more than my entire childhood home, and yet I can’t sleep. 

I’m not sure if Elijah’s awake. He’s spent the last two nights on the sofa at the edge of the room. I offered to take the couch, but he just gave me an annoyed look at the idea of him making me sleep on a couch. 

Noble Bitch. 

Sleeping seems dull. My mind is working a mile a minute, and I just can’t seem to find the want to fall asleep when everything around me is constantly happening. 

God, when did I start starring in my own melodrama? 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Fucking hell!”

Elijah’s question makes me jump up slightly, and I see his dark silhouette sitting up straight on the couch.

“Dude, you can be so fucking creepy sometimes.”

I rub my hands over my face and then lean over and turn on the lamp by my bedside. I look back towards Elijah, and my lip twitches at the view. He’s wearing a dark blue shirt that is tight on his chest, grey sweats that are half covered by a throw blanket, and his normally polished hair is tousled and hanging slightly on his forehead. 

“Did I wake you?”

Elijah smiles sleepily but still shakes his head, “No, my dear. I’m a light sleeper, nothing to do with you. You, on the other hand, should be asleep.”

I throw my head against the headboard.

“Can’t. Already tried. Too much going on in here,” I tap my skull. 

“Would you like to discuss it?”

Elijah’s formalities make me chuckle. 

“No…not right now at least.”

Elijah gives an accepting smile, and then the room goes silent. 

We both sit there, and even though I’m sure that to Elijah this silence is comfortable, it isn’t to me. I don’t like sitting in silence with people. The silence leaves room for the unknown. Another thing I don’t like. At all.

I rip my covers off me and get out of bed. The coolness of the tile floor makes my toes curl as I make my way over to the small mini bar. I bend down and look through the fridge and smile when I find a KitKat. I grab it, stand up, and then walk over to sit down next to Elijah. 

“Find something good?”

I nod as I rip open the packaging and show one stick into my mouth. I rip apart another piece and hold it to Elijah’s lips. 

“Erert It,” My words come out messy at my full mouth. 

Elijah rolls his eyes, but opens his mouth so I can place the piece of candy in his mouth. My gaze holds on his mouth as he eats it. Elijah’s lip twitches. 

Shit, he noticed my staring. 

“You alright, Elskan?”

I shift slightly at Elijah’s low tone, and I make a noise of agreement. 

“Words Y/n. Use your words.”

I release a breath.

“I’m ok, Elijah.”

Elijah nods slowly, “Good girl.”

Fucking hell. 

“Elijah, quit it.”

Elijah’s lip twitches, “Quit what, My Love?”

I shake my head as I feel my skin warm. 

“You know what,” I gesture to him, “Flirting, calling me…that.”

Elijah tilts his head and lifts his finger to run it down my hot cheek.

“You like it when I call you that.”

I open and close my mouth as I shake my head.

“What?! No. That’s um…weird.”

Elijah makes a sound of disapproval. My breathing quickens when he curls a finger under my chin to get me to look at him, and my fingers shake as I look up to meet his dark brown eyes. 

“You know how I feel about lying, Elskan. Be honest.”

Holy shit. 

I swallow harshly, “I…like it when you call me…that.”

Elijah taps my chin, “Call you what?”

I groan, “Are you seriously going to make me say it?”

Elijah tilts his head slowly. Dickhead.

“Fine,” My voice comes out small, “I like it when you call me…a good girl.”

I put my face in my hands as I groan, “God, I’m going to throw up.”

Elijah pulls my hand from my face, “Don’t be embarrassed, never with me. You tell me what you like, and I give it to you. Always.”

My breathing is shaky as I look at Elijah, and my eyes go down to his lips.

“Can I…”

“Can you what?”

I release a slow breath as I lean forward slightly.

“Can I kiss you?”

Elijah’s eyes darken, and he nods.

“Always.”

I bite my lip as I lean forward and press my lips to his slowly. Elijah has kissed me before, but I’ve never been the one to take charge. I kiss him slowly, and I feel Elijah tense slightly as if he’s trying not to take control.

“You can kiss me back, Lijah. I’m not fragile.”

My words seem to shift something in Elijah, and he instantly kisses me back. Elijah kisses me like it’s the last day of his immortality. A moan escapes my lips as Elijah’s hand comes up to hold my hand, not harshly, just commanding my attention, and Christ does he have it. A low growl escapes Elijah’s mouth at my moan, and he quickly parts from me and moves to the other end of the couch. 

I flinch back, “What?! Did I do something wrong?’’

Elijah runs a hand over his face and shakes his head. 

“No, My Love. You just make it hard for me to control myself sometimes.”

I sit up on my knees as I play with the hem of my shirt, Elijah’s eyes trailing the movement. 

“I- want you to want me.”

Elijah huffs, “There’s nothing in this world I desire more than you, Y/n. 

I nod slowly, “Then why won’t you touch me? You’ve touched me before.” 

Elijah gives me a look, “Elskan…What I-”

He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Elijah, talk to me.”

Elijah runs his tongue over his teeth, and my eyes track the movement.

“It’s hard for me to touch you like that, Y/n…and not want to touch…all of you.”

My face warms, and I shift slightly. 

“You mean…you want to have sex with me?”

Elijah releases a low noise as I say the words.

“Yes, Y/n. But it isn’t just about that. It’s about you. Being with you, body and soul. Having all of you. But I would never do anything that you weren’t comfortable with.”

I let Elijah’s words sink into me, and I nod slowly, and maybe it’s because it’s the bond or the fact that Elijah looks like every fantasy I’ve ever had, but I release a breath as I lift off my shirt and throw it to the ground beside me. Leaving me bare.  

Elijah releases a choked noise before turning his head to the side, not looking at me. I watch as his jaw tenses repeatedly. 

“Elijah…look at me. Please?”

Elijah shakes his head, “Elskan, I don’t want you to do this because you know I want it.”

I reach over and put my hand over Elijah’s face, making him look at me.

“Elijah, you big baboon. I’m doing this because I want you. All of you. Will you touch me, please?”

Elijah closes his eyes as if fighting himself, and I release a shocked gasp as he turns quickly and kisses me hungrily. I grab onto Elijah’s shoulders for support as his tongue enters my mouth, fuck, his tongue tastes good. Elijah picks me up by my thighs and carries me to the bed and lays me down. I breathe heavily as Elijah’s lips trail down my jaw. Elijah’s tongue trails down my neck, and I whimper, which only seems to stir something in him. Elijah looks up at me for approval as his mouth moves down.

“Please don’t stop,” My voice is unrecognizable.

Elijah’s lip twitches as his mouth hovers over my breast, and as soon as he presses a soft kiss to my nipple, my entire body locks up.

“Chris!”

Elijah continues kissing my breasts, and as soon as he starts sucking, I see stars.

“Oh God, Elijah,” My hips buck, and Elijah’s hand comes down to hold me in place. Elijah’s fingers trail my pants line, and I nod, giving him the ok to continue. My hips shift needingly as his rough fingers press under my underwear towards the heat between my legs.

“Need to get you ready for me. Is that ok?”

I release a breath as I nod, and Elijah’s fingers go into my already wet folds.

Elijah releases a swear, and the word makes me throw my head back onto the mattress. I bite down on my lip as Elijah’s thumb starts rubbing circles on my clit.

“Holy shit, Elijah,’’ I whine.

Elijah bites my nipple slightly, and I gasp.

“Language.”

My hips buck, “Elijah..Please,” My begging is pathetic, but fuck I’m so turned on.

Elijah presses his mouth to mine as he inserts a finger into me at the same time. My gasp is covered by Elijah’s mouth.

“So tight,” He growls against my mouth as his finger curls inside me, and I moan. Elijah moves back down to my breasts as he prods a second finger to my entrance.

“Need to stretch you out, My Love. Tell me if it’s too much.”

I swallow as I nod.

“Words. Give me words.”

My thighs clench at the command. 

“I’ll tell you.”

I shift as Elijah’s thick second finger enters.

“Breathe, Elskan, just breathe for me.”

I release a breath as Elijah works his fingers into me, and with the triple overstimulation of Elijah’s fingers inside me, his thumb against my clit, and his mouth on my nipples, it’s only a moment later that I’m cumming with a gasp. 

“That’s it, my beautiful girl. Coat my fingers, that’s my good girl.”

I whine as Elijah pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean. I watch with bated breath as Elijah strips off his sweatpants, and before he tugs off his boxer,s he looks at me.

“Tell me what you want, Elskan.

I blink a few times before finding the words.

“You, Elijah, I want you.”

Elijah’s mouth lifts into a small smile as if the words I just said are the best thing he’s ever heard. My eyes widen as Elijah finally pulls down his boxers and reveals his thick, long member. 

Christ. 

My brain short-circuits, and I see Elijah smirk slightly. 

“Something wrong, Y/n?”

My eyes look back down at his dic,k which twitches.

“Elijah….that’s not gonna fit.”

Elijah tilts his head, “It will. We’ll go slow. As slow as you need.”

I nod and watch as Elijah gives himself two pumps before he leans down to line himself up with my entrance.

“You sure?”

I sigh quickly and nod, “Ya, want this.”

Elijah nods, and slowly he pushes his tip into me. 

I release a soft gasp as the head pops into my tight cunt.

“Fuck,” I gasp, and Elijah instantly stops.

“Talk to me, sweetheart, tell me what you need.”

I release a shaky breath, “Just um, give me a second, please.”

I shift uncomfortably at the tightness, and Elijah presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Don’t apologize, not to me. Not about this. I want this to be good for you. Tell me when I can move.”

I breathe with Elijah for a few moments before I nod. 

“You can move.”

Elijah nods and slowly keeps inserting himself, “Fuck you’re so tight.”

I frown at Elijah’s comment, “I’m sorry.”

Elijah pauses, “No, Elskan. Don’t-,” He shakes his head, “You feel fantastic. Better than anything I’ve ever felt before.”

My skin warms at the comment, and Elijah keeps pushing me. He leans down and presses a kiss to my mouth as his thumb circles my clit. 

“Oh god,” My hips buck, making Elijah groan. The touch on my clit makes me relax slightly, and I feel my walls loosen around Elijah.

“Good, fuck that’s good. You like it when I touch you?”

My mind goes blank at Elijah’s words.

“Almost all the way in. You’re taking me so good, My Love. Fuck, never want to leave this cunt.”

I groan loudly.

Elijah finally bottoms out into me, and I almost come from his reaction alone. I watch as he closes his eyes as if savoring the feeling of me, and fuck, I can’t even put into words how this feels. The pain is there, but Elijah’s finger against my clit doesn’t stop, so the mix between pain and pleasure is almost making my mind go numb. Elijah sits in me, not moving, giving me time to adjust to his size. 

I breathe heavily as Elijah presses soft kisses down my neck, as he whispers sweet nothings to me. I hold onto Elijah’s bare shoulders as I breathe through the pain.

“Ok, move a little.”

Elijah doesn’t need to be told twice, as he slowly slides out and pushes back in so slowly I think my eyes roll back at the feeling. Elijah moves slowly, letting me adjust to the pace.

“Just breathe, sweetheart, it’ll feel good in a few moments. Want this to be good for you,” He presses a loving kiss to my lips, and I nod.

A few minutes pass, and I feel my walls loosen, and I nod to Elijah to continue. Elijah's hips rock into mine, and the pain from before lessens, and fuck, it feels phenomenal. Elijah seems to notice how good I’m starting to feel as he picks up the pace slightly, rolling his hips into mine with more precision, and when he hits a spot in me I’ve only read about in books, my back arches off the bed. 

“Elijah!”

Elijah releases a groan, his hips pressing harder into me as I grip his shoulders for support. 

“ᚢᛁᛚ ᚨᛚᛞᚱᛁ ᛊᚲᛁᛚᛃᚨ ᚢᛁᚦ ᚦᛁᚲ, ᚢᛁᛚ ᛚᛁᚠᚨ ᛁ ᚦᛖᚱ ᚢᛗ ᚨᛚᚨ ᛗᛁᚾᚨ ᛇᚢᛁ ᛟᚲ ᚨᛚᛞᚱᛁ ᛊᛃᚨ ᛊᛟᛚᛁᚾᚨ.”

A tightness builds in my lower gut, and my thighs start shaking.

Elijah notices, and he presses down on my clit, “Come for me, Elskan. Let me feel you.”

I gasp as I see stars as I come hard onto Elijah’s cock.

“Oh, God!”

Elijah groans into my neck as he fucks me through my orgasm, and his hips stutter, and I gasp as I feel him coat my walls with his release. 

Elijah breathes deeply into my neck as he presses his mouth to my pulse point, sucking and licking a mark into my skin. I breathe heavily as I look up to the ceiling.

Fuck. That’s what sex feels like. 

Ya, I get why people like that. 

The next moments pause in a post-orgasm blur. I feel Elijah pull out of me slowly, trying not to hurt me, and then he speeds to the bathroom and comes back with a wet washcloth and starts cleaning my sore center. Elijah presses a kiss to my inner thigh and looks up at me.

“How are you feeling?”

I breathe deeply as I nod. 

“Cool.”

Elijah chuckles as he comes up behind me and holds me to his chest. His naturally cold body feels perfect against my overheated body. 

“I’m glad sex with me is cool.”

I chuckle tiredly at Elijah’s sarcastic comment.

“That’s not what I meant. Good, I feel good. Sore, ya… definitely sore,” Elijah frowns at my comment, “And oddly, I don’t feel like a new person. That’s the usual thing people say when they lose their virginity. That they feel like a brand new person…I just feel like me.”

Elijah hums, “Is that ok with you?”

I hold Elijah a bit closer, “Ya…I’m ok with that. I think I’m going to like sex.”

Elijah huffs a laugh as his hand squeezes my thigh, “I’m glad.”

I look up at him, “Was it ok for you?”

Elijah pauses at my question, and he pulls me closer to him and cradles my face to make me look him in the eyes.

“This,” He gestures to us, “Is the second-best moment of my entire immortality.”

I narrow my eyes, “Second?’’

Elijah presses a kiss to my furrowed brows. 

“The best moment of my life will always be the first moment I ever laid my eyes on you.”

I roll my eyes, trying to cover how flustered his words make me. 

“The day I threw up on your shoes?”

Elijah laughs, “Yes, Elskan. Puke and all.”

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