This is Us [ Elijah Mikaelson ] 2

sixty-four

"Are you ready?" Elijah asked, knocking on the bedroom door softly.

"Uuuhhh," Penelope paused as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was down in loose waves, but the back to her red dress was still open; she thought she'd be able to zip it up herself, but she can't. "Not...yet."

"Darling, you're the one who planned this evening and made the reservations," Elijah reminded her and she glared at the mirror, silently mocking. "Don't give me that look," Penelope scoffed and glared at the door.

"...I'm having trouble with my dress..."

"Would you like me to help you?"

"Would you helping be helpful or counterproductive?"

"...helpful," Elijah answered after a long pause.

"You can come in," Penelope sighed defeatedly with a dramatic eyeroll. She gave Elijah a playful glare when he entered their bedroom and all he did was smirk at her as he made his way behind her. Slowly, he began to zip up her dress, dragging his knuckle up against her spine; the sensation made her shiver. Smoothing out her shoulders, he pressed his lips on the crook of her neck.

"As always, you look beautiful," He whispered in her ear.

"Thank you," She smiled as she looked at him through the mirror. "Are you ready to go?"

"I've been waiting on you, my love."

"Alright, let's go," She smiled, pulling out of his arms. A soft, quiet, grumble came from his throat as she grabbed her coat from the end of the bed and Elijah helped her slip it on.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" Elijah asked her as he got into the car after her and she buckled her seat belt.

"We're going to where we went a few months ago."

"... Penelope, I've taken you to many places."

"The restaurant the night we stayed at The Windsor. You know...where you fucked me in my heels and lingerie."

"Ah, yes, I remember now," He nodded as he pulled out of the driveway.

"Am I always going to have to remind you of where we've been by mentioning how you fuck me that night?"

"...Not always," He replied with a smirk, and she scoffed playfully at him. "However, I do like to wine and dine you, so depending on when and where I take you..." Penelope rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't let the smile fall from her face.

"We'll also be spending the night at The Windsor after dinner as well," She told him, and Elijah's brows rose as he quickly glanced at her.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Mhm."

"We'll be uninterrupted the entire evening?" That suggestive, husky, tone of his sent the familiar aching pulse between her legs.

"That is the plan."

"So I can do all the naughty, dirty things to you?"

"That is the idea," She smirked at him and he chuckled, resting his hand on her thigh.

"I could start those naughty things now," He suggested, his hand slipping under the hem of her dress but she pulled it away.

"Not until we get to our hotel room," Elijah grumbled. "Don't give me that disgruntled look. You have to wait for your dessert."