Nothing Is Original |*| Elijah Mikaelson-The Originals Fan Fiction

Chapter 20: Tears Of Joy

Okay! This story is officially coming to an end! I hope you guys all liked it! It was my first fan fiction ever on here, and I enjoyed writing it! One more chapter, and it wraps up the ending. Thank you for staying with me. Happy New Year to you all! <3

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Tears glistened in his eyes. "How is it possible?" He questioned, holding my face in his hands.

I was straddled on Elijah's hips, my hands at the base of his neck. I smiled softly and blinked away tears. "The strong power that surges through me broke the rule of procreating," I explained, rubbing his neck.

He also blinked away his tears. "That is incredible," he said quietly and smiled. I smiled through my tears and brought my lips to his passionately.

I never wanted to pull away. I kissed him with so much love, it was practically pouring off of me. My lips were desperate and grateful to have him back, and so were his. My hands pressed on the back of his head, pulling him in further to the kiss, and my fingers curled in his hair.

A breathless sigh escaped his lips as he hoisted me up with him. I wrapped my legs around his hips and continued kissing him heatedly.

He flashed up the stairs and to his room. Our bodies pressed together as he laid me down gently. I twirled my finger and made the door shut and lock with ease. I smiled against his lips as his fingers went for the zipper of my dress.

I wiggled out of my black dress without hesitation and tore off his shirt. His perfect body was soft under my hands. My heart was pounding out of my chest. Elijah was absolutely the love of my life. I've never felt anything like this love before. Sure, maybe a crush. But not love. This was strong and dominant. And it took over my system.

After Elijah slipped free from his pants, I pressed him against me with my hands. He trailed his lips to my neck gently and kissed the sensitive skin. He was so sensual about it, too. A soft moan sounded in my throat, which made Elijah continue on.

I arched my back in pleasure as he kissed my collarbones. I can't believe he's actually mine. I've dreamed of having a man of my own to love. But never one as perfect as Elijah. I felt my heart thump with a rhythmic, fast beat. He did this. He could make me do the smallest of things that none other could do. Like make my heart flutter. My thoughts suddenly spiraled when another thumping edged my senses.

I inhaled deeply before sitting on my elbows. Elijah's kisses slowly halted as he raised his eyes to meet mine curiously. His dark orbs gazed up at me through long lashes.

"What is it, my love?" He asked in a husky and hoarse tone. It sent shivers through me. The pitch of his voice was beautiful and deep and rich. None other could match it.

I smiled softly at him. "The baby's heartbeat hasn't become a routine yet." My eyes dazzled, locking on Elijah's. "It comes about at random moments."

He smiled softly and brushed my cheek with his fingers. A small blush pinked my cheeks at his tender touch. "Then maybe we should hold off some," he said, indicating what we were previously going to...er...do.

I smiled and sighed softly. My own fingers went up to his face. They brushed his cheeks and his hair. The softness of his hair made my palms tingle. "As much as I dislike that idea," I pouted, then smiled, "I guess we should." My hands cupped his soft cheeks. My eyes flicked to his lips briefly and back to his eyes.

Before he could move, I quickly kissed him on the lips. It wasn't slow, but not just a peck. "But we're cuddling," I demanded, wrapping my arms around him. His soft skin was warm beneath my touch.