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THE LOVE

Elena stirred when the sun became too bright behind her eyelid, stretching her pleasantly aching body and slowly opened her eyes, blinking the sleep away. She sat up hurriedly after noticing that she was alone in the bed. A momentary panic gripped her heart, wondering whether Elijah broke his promise and left, but her ears picked up the sound of running water and she could see his mostly ripped shirt and belt lying on the floor. She touched her still sensitive lips with her fingertips, remembering his possessive passionate kisses and couldn't help the happy grin that threatened to split her face in half.

She stood undecided for a moment. Slip into the shower with Mr 'sex-on-legs' Mikaelson or coffee and breakfast? She bit her lip to smother the defeated groan as her tummy rumbled. Fine, coffee it is then,she thought to herself. She stumbled upon another dilemma as her bathrobe was nowhere in sight and her top and knickers torn. She picked up Elijah's white shirt and noticed it still had a few buttons intact so she quickly shrugged it on and went downstairs. No use in pulling on too much clothes anyway, surely they were allowed to have a lie in.

The delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee started spreading through the kitchen, only adding to her good mood as she found herself humming an Anita O'Day song while preparing a fruit salad. The juices of a sweet smelling orange were running down her wrist as she sang to herself.

"He says, "Murder", he says

Every time we kiss

He says, "Murder", he says

Keep it up like this

He says, "Murder", he says

In that impossible tone

It will bring on nobody's murder but his oooo-eeep!" she squealed as two strong arms slipped around her waist and she was pulled to a damp, warm chest.

Elijah chuckled, enjoying the startled beat of her heart. "I did not know you could sing so well, sweet Elena." he whispered in her ear sensually.

She leaned her back against him and offered him a finger to lick off the orange juices running everywhere. "I don't know about singing well, but I have always loved the 40s. Mum used to play a lot of music from that era." she explained as his talented tongue laved her fingers clean, shuddering as she remembered it exploring other parts of her body last night. "What did you do during the 40s?" she asked, getting back to cutting up the fruit.

Elijah picked up two mugs and poured them both some coffee, adding a generous portion of sugar and cream to Elena's while preferring his own black and perfectly bitter. "Niklaus left to participate in the war, they have always fascinated him, and apparently the younger Salvatore did so as well so he wished to keep an eye on him in Egypt. I stumbled upon Damon entertaining the ladies left behind by their warring husbands on my way through America, but after seeing the damage the war was inflicting on this society, I left for Europe. I stayed at the island of Knossos for most of the decade with a group of archaeologists." he took a sip of his coffee and looked at her, noticing she was eying his naked chest appreciatively. She was just as beautiful in the morning as she was in the evening. Her hair was mused from sleeping and their love-making, her eyes bright and smile content. His shirt was large enough to cover most of her backside but her slender legs seemed to go on forever, tantalising him with every move. He could remember perfectly well how they gripped his waist in a moment of passion and found himself longing for more.

She blushed, noticing his heated look before finishing the fruit salad and cleaning up the worktop. "Knossos must be beautiful. It is one of the places I would love to explore one day." She said wistfully as she turned back towards him only to find him mere inches away.

He leaned so close she thought he will kiss her but just like the first time they met, his head moved lower to her neck and inhaled delicately before coming back up with a small smile.