20. give me a second (i need to get my story straight)
title: give me a second (i need to get my story straight)
fandom: the vampire diaries
characters/pairing: elijah/elena, mentions of damon/katherine
rating: NC-17
notes: also known as 'the story I will never post on ff.net' because DJ will find it. And my irl friend Tim will probably find it too, since he likes stalking my fanfiction. Also, I'm much too embarrassed to anyway. So no, no just no. ...Thoughts?
summary: Elena has an itch that needs to be scratched. Elijah is conveniently drunk. / Prompted by anonymous at vd_kink.
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give me a second (i need to get my story straight)
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001.
Here's what's wrong: it's 8:30pm on a Thursday night and all is quiet on the Mystic Falls frontier.
No one is acting out threats on anybody's life, Rebekah seems to be busy shopping with Kol, Jeremy's having a sleepover (even though he would never call it that) at Tyler's, Bonnie and Caroline haven't argued once all day, and Damon is already asleep.
002.
Here's what's wrong: it's 8:30pm on a Thursday night, and with nothing to distract her and no lives in need of saving, Elena realizes that she might be kind of, just a little-just a lot-in the most articulate of terms, horny.
And there isn't a damned thing she can do about it.
003.
Not that she hadn't tried or anything. Elena stands for a full hour in the bathroom, staring down at her electric toothbrush before turning away, feeling something gross rising in her throat and twisting in her stomach. She even ransacks Jeremy's room for the porn she knows is hidden in there, but it's all bondage and weirdly themed around werewolves and agnophilia-so she looked it up online, but it's Thursday and nothing's happening, alright?-and Elena's not sure she's into any of that.
004.
She hears the knock on her front door and nearly cries with relief. She runs down the stairs, two at a time, blessing the saintly soul who had come distract her from her (kind of throbbing) problem.
Maybe it's Caroline, she thinks, with her new Katy Perry OPI nail polish set.
Or maybe it's Bonnie, coming to showcase some of her feather-floating magick skills.
Or maybe it's Pat the mailman, she thinks hopefully as her sneakers thud to a stop in front of her door, personally sending some wrongly-addressed letters at 9:26pm on a Thursday night (because that happens).
(She's beyond caring at that point.)
She swings the door open and can barely contain her curse when Stefan falls in.
005.
"Found him wandering the streets," Stefan says as he pulls back from Elijah's groping fingers. "Would've sent him straight home, but..." He trails off as Elijah's hand smacks him in the face again. "I don't think I can stand another fifteen minutes of that."
He dumps the Original on her bed, and she's too shell-shocked (and too busy staring at the way Stefan's arms ripple as he pushes himself off the bed, too busy admiring the vein that throbs in his neck when he's especially annoyed about something) to protest.
"Oh," Stefan says as an afterthought as she's seeing him out the door, "keep him away from liquor. It's been a year, but I don't think he's gotten over it yet."
Has it really been that long, then? Elena muses as she shuts the door. It seems just like yesterday that Elijah had stabbed a white oak stake through his own brother's heart.
006.
She's staring at the way Elijah's eyelashes flutter as he sleeps on her bed, his hands moving around restlessly. She knows the feeling-her legs keep jiggling every two minutes or so and her eyes keep trailing back to her bathroom where that treacherous toothbrush is-but then she remembers what Stefan had said. That Elijah was beyond inebriation right now-
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...beyond inebriation right now.
008.
That probably means he's not in control of his actions, right? Going through the entire bourbon and whiskey stock in the Grille could do that to you, right?
He's probably not going to remember anything about tonight, or why he was even drinking in the first place when he wakes up with a massive hangover tomorrow. ...Right?
009.
Judging by the way he'd barely stirred when she runs a hand down his shirt-clad stomach, probably not.
010.
How convenient.
011.
She's not sure how to go about it-after a few minutes of agonizing over it, she finally decides on sultry, crawl-all-over-your-body sultry, the way she's seen Katherine with Damon (she's had the misfortune of walking in on Damon while he's scrutinizing one of his sex tapes).
Which would have gone well if she hadn't slipped and jabbed her elbow straight in Elijah's gut, and his eyes end up snapping open and suddenly she's the one being pressed to her pillow, Elijah's hand wrapped firmly around her throat.
"Elena-I-" Elijah looks down at his hand (which he immediately unclasps) and tries to apologize, but his tongue gets tied up in his drunkenness.
Elena takes the opportunity to kiss him.
012.
It's not until Elena's managed to flip him over and straddle him that he finally realizes that they're kissing, it's real, it's not a dream, he's kissing her and she's kissing back, and he falls back against her pillows with a groan.
"Elena, in case you-in case you haven't realized," he says slowly, eyes shut, "I can't be responsible over my actions right now, I don't know if I can-"
His sentence ends in another groan as Elena presses her hips down onto his ever so slightly, lips turning up into an enticing smile. "So let's not be responsible."
013.
He looks like he's having some inner turmoil, but she hears no objections from Elijah when she decides to make up his mind for him by breathing kisses down the column of his neck, her shaking fingers already wrenching his tie apart and working at the buttons of his shirt. Before she can pop the last one however, his hand catches her wrist. His other hand is brushing a lock of her hair from her face.
His eyes never stop searching hers.
"Are you sure?"
His eyes are surprisingly too clear, too bright to be drunk when her skin flushes pink and she nods, yes, yes, yes
014.
yes yes yes yes slips past her mouth every so often and she's biting down so hard on her bottom lip to keep from screaming it actually draws blood. Her eyes are shut tight and her head's cold and it's getting harder and harder to breathe and she's so close, so close, so fucking close-
when it all stops.
Her eyes snap open, dazed and blinking. "What happe-why did you-"
"Here's what's going to happen, Elena," Elijah murmurs as he trails a whisper of a kiss down her inner thigh, and she can't help it-she whimpers. His breath is cold against her skin, so cold it burns. She expects him to do that thing he was doing with his tongue again, make her grasp at the sheets gasp out every curse word under the sun, but when she looks at him he's just looking back at her, an absolutely infuriating expression of aloofness on his face.
She finds herself burying her fingers in his hair, yanking him to her face, no gentleness in it at all as she hisses, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Here's what's going to happen, Elena," he says again, the quietness of his voice not quite matching the glint in his eyes. "You're going to say my name." He leans forward, licks the blood of her lips ever so slowly, and she realizes she can't feel her legs. He keeps his eyes on hers as he finishes, "and after that, you're going to scream it."
015.
The way he smells-musky and warm-when he leans over her to absolutely tear off her sweater is enough to make her breathless, enough to make her head spin, enough to nod along to Elijah's demand.
016.
Elijah kisses searchingly, and it doesn't help that with him, one always leads to another, then another, then another until she finds herself absolutely pinned under him with no iota of self-control when it comes to her wandering hands at all.
It also doesn't help that he's smirking away at the fact that he's gotten her down to only her bra while he still has his shirt-unbuttoned, mocking her with the way it rustles every time she tries to (unsuccessfully) flip them over so she can be on top .
It doesn't help when he's trailing his kisses further down and she's gasping every time his lips come in contact with her skin. Her lips part in a silent scream when his tongue draws maddening circles around her clit-and then he looks at her, right at her like, Remember our deal?
She considers saying Kol's name. She considers bitchslapping the smirk right off his face. She considers saying Rebekah's name, but then he pulls her legs further apart and slips his tongue-so hot so cold she can't decide-right into her.
Elena screams his name as loud as the night will carry.
016.
His hands press against her thigh, skimming across her skin, move to her hips, holding them in place as she presses herself against his mouth, and in it registers (vaguely) in his mind that his fingers are bruising her skin.
He hopes it does, he finds himself thinking, as his tongue flicks expertly around her, making her clutch at his shoulders and moan.
He smiles against her. Mine.
017.
Everything's too hot and her toes curl and her back arches and she feels a rush of-something-building and building and building and he presses a kiss on the folds of her clit as she climaxes, hissing out his name laced with every curse word she knows.
018.
He brushes her hair away from her cheeks, looking amused at her choice words, and she retaliates by slipping her tongue past his lips, tasting herself in the kiss, scraping lines down his back and tugging and pulling at his hair until he rolls over so she's on top.
She kisses her way down his chest and he watches her, his Adam's apple bobbing as when he swallows, eyes widening as her lips going lower and lower and closer and closer to the zipper of his pants.
She looks up at him and grins, a devilish one. "My turn."
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Her fingers fumble with his belt-his fucking belt and-"Fuck," she says lowly, and he chuckles before guiding her hands away, undoing the buckle himself.
And when he's finally inside her she lets out a hiss of relief, burying her nails in his shoulder as he meets her halfway with each thrust, pressing sweet kisses down her neck.
Too sweet, she thinks hazily in between gasps, and rocks her hips ever so slightly, makes sure she brings herself deeper and harder than her thrusts before. He bites down in surprise.
Much better.
020.
She collapses against him, swallows a strangled cry when he groans out her name in her ear as he comes, feels the shudders of his body, closes her eyes to the sound of his breathing-deep and unsteady.
He moves so she's lying against him instead of on top of him, and she feels him press his lips to on her forehead. She traces lazy circles on his chest, humming some song under her breath. It's a while before either of them find it in themselves to look at each other.
Elena bites her bottom lip (Elijah watches, mesmerized). "That was..." Exhilarating.
Elijah lets his gaze wander to her ceiling, letting out a sigh (Elena wonders what it means). "It certainly was."
She turns away then, and says (with a hint of regret), "You're going to forget this in the morning."
She feels Elijah's hand on the side of her face, feels him tip her chin upwards. "Would you like to bet?"
She presses closer to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She certainly would.
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