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asiwillcarrymyregretElijah didn’t sleep much. He didn’t need it, and he could never relax enough to let sleep take him properly. He didn’t toss and turn, but he was always a heartbeat away from waking, never truly surrendering or drifting away to that warm, deep, dark place where he could dream and truly rest.
That changed, like so many things, after Elena.
Often he woke in the night, only to watch her sleep and drift away on the peaceful near silence punctuated only by shallow breath and a barely audible heartbeat in the dark. He would sleep, waking with a start to find her either having moved in the night or wide awake and watching him with a bright, soft smile that melted swiftly into giggles that touched him like sunlight. Sometimes, however, sleep couldn’t find him again. If it wasn’t worry for Niklaus, it was concern for Elias and Lindy, or fretting over Alaric and Nina...and sometimes, it was his own guilty conscience, desperate for certainty.
He wanted his heart to be free. He wanted to forget her...he wanted to be certain, in his own soul, that it was not the ghost of his Katerina that drove him into Elena’s bed. She deserved that, she deserved better than to be a stand in. He wanted those words he had slipped into her mind, quietly and without her notice, to be real.
It was four in the morning one day, and that question had driven him out of sleep again, driven him to lay on his side to watch Elena sleep instead. It was not a luxury Katherine granted him often, and he was never quite sure she was truly asleep in his presence. There was openness in sleep that he was certain was abhorrent to her, a level of trust, vulnerability...
One Elena promptly showed by snuffling in her sleep.
It was, in truth, more of a snort, and it had Elijah pressing a knuckle to his mouth to keep from laughing aloud and waking her. He watched as she made a face, reached up in her sleep to rub at something on her nose that bothered her, then rolled on her back and settled in quietly again. A lock of hair had fallen across her face where her head lay, turned towards him, one outstretched arm flopped out in his direction, upturned hand with fingers pressed against his chest. Even in sleep, she turned to him for comfort, for stillness, for solace.
He felt it then, a twist of something sweet and painful...felt his heart fall away with a sharp tug, tumbling quietly into her waiting palm while she slept on, blissfully unaware that her innocent vulnerability had brought him such absolute certainty of what was in his own heart.
Smiling, he rose carefully, taking care not to wake her as he rose up on hands and knees over her and leaned down to press a kiss to her sleeping cheek, then down her neck. He let his mouth map the curve of her throat and the line of her collarbone as she began to breathe more deeply with each kiss. She sighed, finally, when he moved lower, sliding up her camisole to kiss her sternum and nuzzle her belly. A brush of his fingers found her nipples hard as he cupped her breasts gently, and as he slid one hand underneath to tease those sensitive little peaks, she finally stirred with another, hoarser sigh.
“Mmmm?...”
He didn’t answer, stilling instead until she was quiet again. When she was still, he continued with a smile, carefully dragging her shorts off her hips and down her legs.
“Mmmm...”
“Go to sleep, Elena.”
“...ou’f m’head.”
Elijah’s smile grew at her garbled protest. She thought he was giving her a dream, warm and relaxed with sleep even as he slid his fingers inside her to find that she was already wet and ready for him.
“I’m not in your head, beloved.” He whispered, pressing a kiss just below her navel as he stroked her slowly, fingers curling and stretching her carefully. “This is real.”
She drew a deep breath now, whimpering as her hips lifted to meet his fingers. “Sleeping...no fair...”
“Shall I stop?” he offered, even as he twisted his fingers inside her to curl upwards, thumb gently sweeping over her clit at the same time.
Her answer was another slow intake of breath and a shiver that ran the length of her body, toes curling as she lifted her legs, parting them better to accommodate him.
“Don’t...”
Elijah hesitated, fingers stilling.
“...don’t stop...”
He smiled, adding a second, then a third finger as he bent to run his tongue over her clit. Eyes rolling up to watch as she sleepily gave herself over to his touch and to the pleasure building in her body, he scissored his fingers inside her and continued the gentle sweeps of his tongue across her clit until she began to shift on the bed in earnest, hips rocking up into his touch.
“Please...”
The hoarse, sleepy whisper unmakes him. Shutting his eyes, he sucked in earnest, fingers curling up and stroking hard until she whimpered and gasped, sharp and soft, body suddenly arching as if in a stretch. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, tasting her as she clenched with her orgasm, tightening and fluttering while his thumb kept up the gentle pressure on her clit until her body finally relaxed again and the contractions against his mouth finally died away.
Lifting his head, he crawled back up her slack body, licking his lips as he went. Shifting off her, he stretched out on his side and licked his fingers clean while she finally shifted, rolling on her side to curl against him, drowsy and warm and completely spent.
“Mean.” She pouted groggily, pressing her face to his chest. “What ‘bout you?”
“Later.” He assured her. “I wanted to give you good dreams. Go back to sleep and enjoy them.”
His answer was a happy little hum and another catlike stretch before she tumbled back to sleep again. He watched until she slipped away, then wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her forehead.
“I love you, Elena Gilbert.” He breathed against her skin before shutting his eyes and drifting off himself.
* * * * *
He was roused from sleep some time later by a warm pressure that made his breath hitch and his pulse quicken, a knot of desire forming low in his belly. Lifting his head, he found himself without a stitch of clothing on and Elena kneeling over him, lifting her head from where she had her mouth wrapped around his cock.
“Elena? What’s going on?”
Her smile was wicked as she squeezed him, then began stroking him, slow and measured to drive him mad.
“I’m giving you good dreams.” She explained, sweeping her hair back and bending to return to the task at hand.
Realizing she was deep in his mind as he felt her tongue slide over him in tandem with her fingers, lips wrapped around his head and hands working his shaft, Elijah let his head fall back and gave himself up to the dream, vowing to make her pay by showering with him when they both awoke in the morning.
That changed, like so many things, after Elena.
Often he woke in the night, only to watch her sleep and drift away on the peaceful near silence punctuated only by shallow breath and a barely audible heartbeat in the dark. He would sleep, waking with a start to find her either having moved in the night or wide awake and watching him with a bright, soft smile that melted swiftly into giggles that touched him like sunlight. Sometimes, however, sleep couldn’t find him again. If it wasn’t worry for Niklaus, it was concern for Elias and Lindy, or fretting over Alaric and Nina...and sometimes, it was his own guilty conscience, desperate for certainty.
He wanted his heart to be free. He wanted to forget her...he wanted to be certain, in his own soul, that it was not the ghost of his Katerina that drove him into Elena’s bed. She deserved that, she deserved better than to be a stand in. He wanted those words he had slipped into her mind, quietly and without her notice, to be real.
It was four in the morning one day, and that question had driven him out of sleep again, driven him to lay on his side to watch Elena sleep instead. It was not a luxury Katherine granted him often, and he was never quite sure she was truly asleep in his presence. There was openness in sleep that he was certain was abhorrent to her, a level of trust, vulnerability...
One Elena promptly showed by snuffling in her sleep.
It was, in truth, more of a snort, and it had Elijah pressing a knuckle to his mouth to keep from laughing aloud and waking her. He watched as she made a face, reached up in her sleep to rub at something on her nose that bothered her, then rolled on her back and settled in quietly again. A lock of hair had fallen across her face where her head lay, turned towards him, one outstretched arm flopped out in his direction, upturned hand with fingers pressed against his chest. Even in sleep, she turned to him for comfort, for stillness, for solace.
He felt it then, a twist of something sweet and painful...felt his heart fall away with a sharp tug, tumbling quietly into her waiting palm while she slept on, blissfully unaware that her innocent vulnerability had brought him such absolute certainty of what was in his own heart.
Smiling, he rose carefully, taking care not to wake her as he rose up on hands and knees over her and leaned down to press a kiss to her sleeping cheek, then down her neck. He let his mouth map the curve of her throat and the line of her collarbone as she began to breathe more deeply with each kiss. She sighed, finally, when he moved lower, sliding up her camisole to kiss her sternum and nuzzle her belly. A brush of his fingers found her nipples hard as he cupped her breasts gently, and as he slid one hand underneath to tease those sensitive little peaks, she finally stirred with another, hoarser sigh.
“Mmmm?...”
He didn’t answer, stilling instead until she was quiet again. When she was still, he continued with a smile, carefully dragging her shorts off her hips and down her legs.
“Mmmm...”
“Go to sleep, Elena.”
“...ou’f m’head.”
Elijah’s smile grew at her garbled protest. She thought he was giving her a dream, warm and relaxed with sleep even as he slid his fingers inside her to find that she was already wet and ready for him.
“I’m not in your head, beloved.” He whispered, pressing a kiss just below her navel as he stroked her slowly, fingers curling and stretching her carefully. “This is real.”
She drew a deep breath now, whimpering as her hips lifted to meet his fingers. “Sleeping...no fair...”
“Shall I stop?” he offered, even as he twisted his fingers inside her to curl upwards, thumb gently sweeping over her clit at the same time.
Her answer was another slow intake of breath and a shiver that ran the length of her body, toes curling as she lifted her legs, parting them better to accommodate him.
“Don’t...”
Elijah hesitated, fingers stilling.
“...don’t stop...”
He smiled, adding a second, then a third finger as he bent to run his tongue over her clit. Eyes rolling up to watch as she sleepily gave herself over to his touch and to the pleasure building in her body, he scissored his fingers inside her and continued the gentle sweeps of his tongue across her clit until she began to shift on the bed in earnest, hips rocking up into his touch.
“Please...”
The hoarse, sleepy whisper unmakes him. Shutting his eyes, he sucked in earnest, fingers curling up and stroking hard until she whimpered and gasped, sharp and soft, body suddenly arching as if in a stretch. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, tasting her as she clenched with her orgasm, tightening and fluttering while his thumb kept up the gentle pressure on her clit until her body finally relaxed again and the contractions against his mouth finally died away.
Lifting his head, he crawled back up her slack body, licking his lips as he went. Shifting off her, he stretched out on his side and licked his fingers clean while she finally shifted, rolling on her side to curl against him, drowsy and warm and completely spent.
“Mean.” She pouted groggily, pressing her face to his chest. “What ‘bout you?”
“Later.” He assured her. “I wanted to give you good dreams. Go back to sleep and enjoy them.”
His answer was a happy little hum and another catlike stretch before she tumbled back to sleep again. He watched until she slipped away, then wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her forehead.
“I love you, Elena Gilbert.” He breathed against her skin before shutting his eyes and drifting off himself.
He was roused from sleep some time later by a warm pressure that made his breath hitch and his pulse quicken, a knot of desire forming low in his belly. Lifting his head, he found himself without a stitch of clothing on and Elena kneeling over him, lifting her head from where she had her mouth wrapped around his cock.
“Elena? What’s going on?”
Her smile was wicked as she squeezed him, then began stroking him, slow and measured to drive him mad.
“I’m giving you good dreams.” She explained, sweeping her hair back and bending to return to the task at hand.
Realizing she was deep in his mind as he felt her tongue slide over him in tandem with her fingers, lips wrapped around his head and hands working his shaft, Elijah let his head fall back and gave himself up to the dream, vowing to make her pay by showering with him when they both awoke in the morning.
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Date: 2013-12-05 03:30 am (UTC)In his dream, she took him deeper into her mouth, adding more suction as she slid her tongue along the underside of his cock in such a way that always made him twitch. Out of his dreams, she was sliding over him with a smirk, moving one hand down between them to curl her fingers around his cock, stroking him once before lining their bodies up and then rocking her hips downwards to impale herself on him.
It was enough to break the connection of his dream then as she sank down onto him, wrapping around him so he would feel just how and wet she was, ready for him all over again as she slid her hands over his chest with a low moan. She held still for a moment, waiting for him to come awake before she started to move then, giving him very little time to gain his bearings before she threw him askew again.
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Date: 2013-12-05 04:54 am (UTC)"By the gods, Elena, you are a...beautiful fiend." He moaned, uncovering his face to curl his hands against her hips, guiding her as she rode him. Maybe he was wrong, maybe this was the dream...
He no longer cared, so long as he could lose himself in her again.
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Date: 2013-12-05 07:01 am (UTC)Alternating between speeds and the way she moved, she worked at bringing him close before changing the angle to hold off his release, letting the pleasure rise and fall till it was nearly unbearable for even her. Then she was tense with need, gasping as she leaned back to brace her hands on his thighs, her eyes fluttering closed as she decided to ride him to peak, wanting him to come before her.
When he did, she was close behind, her entire body shuddering as she let out a sharp noise that was almost surprise mixed with relief when her orgasm came.
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Date: 2013-12-05 08:50 pm (UTC)When she finally began to move in earnest, tightening around him and leaning back for leverage, Elijah was actually startled for a moment until he felt his orgasm rising, a tidal wave that came too hard and too quickly to resist as she dragged him under. Arching under her, head thrown back against the pillow, he came with a ragged cry of her name, his climax only intensified as she came just after, every spasm of her body drawing out his pleasure.
Rising up, he wrapped his arms around her and held her as she came, drowning out the last of her gasps and cries with a kiss. For a long, blissfully endless time, there was nothing but the tremors of pleasure that shook them both, the fine sheen of sweat on their skin, the way she shook in his arms, the warm weight of her as she sagged against him while the last of their pleasure finally drained away.
When they were both spent, he finally lay back, taking her with him and tucking her head under his chin. It had been a long time since Elijah had seen stars, but there they were in his vision as he caught his breath and shook his head, trying to clear it and not really caring if he ever had a rational thought in his head ever again.
"I think," he finally remarked after a while, lost in the lazy act of idly stroking her hair, "that if this is what you come up with on your own to ambush me sexually, I should never introduce you to any of the tantric practices I've come across in my lifetime. I don't think even my all-powerful heart could take it."
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Date: 2013-12-06 07:18 am (UTC)Then she was collapsing against him as she struggled to catch her breath, her skin flushed with heat and a fine sheen of sweat that started rapidly cooling as she pressed her cheek to his chest to listen to the stammering beat of his heart. She was sure her own pule was doing much the same as she had never felt more alive in that moment. At least not in a very long time.
Tilting her head back to look at him, she grinned. "Tantric practices, huh? You know that you have to tell me now, right?"
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Date: 2013-12-06 05:52 pm (UTC)He paused, yawning even though he was pretty much recovered, if merely a languid and happy sort of drowsy that came from being satisfied and content.
"...until after I wake up."
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Date: 2013-12-06 07:19 pm (UTC)She groaned then, dropping her head back to his chest. "Now you're just teasing me."
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Date: 2013-12-06 08:23 pm (UTC)Her groan was met with a quiet chuckle as his fingers found a comfortable place, tunneled into her hair to keep her there as he yawned and shut his eyes.
"I'll make it up to you." he offered through his yawn as he shut his eyes. "When we go swimming, like you talked about."