Rebekah Mikaelson Imagines

Reunited

"(Y/N)?" Elijah said as if he'd known he'd bump into you.

"Elijah?" You asked dubiously as he approached you like you would a wild animal.

"I believe it would delight my sister to see you again." He watched as your eyes widened.

"She's alive, but I thought Klaus had..." You trailed of and happily followed Elijah.

The car ride to New Orleans was quiet, you found yourself too nervous to say anything, the only thing stopping you from bolting from the car was the comfort of having the older Original next to you.

"She'll be inside." He muttered when he pulled up outside a huge white house.

You slowly dawdled up to the front door and pushed it open, swallowing when you took in the large hallway, your eyes eventually falling on a stunned Rebekah.

"(Y/N), you're here..." She mumbled and she took a few steps towards you.

"I spotted her some years ago but felt it was not the time to bring her back to you, our brother is still troublesome." Elijah directed the last part at you and you nodded.

"You're here." She whispered again and she whipped forwards until you were embraced in her arms as she kissed you.

Elijah left when the kiss became heated and Rebekah guided you to her room, only breaking the kiss to tug off a piece of your clothing, her own being shed quickly as she pushed you onto her bed. Hundreds of years' worth of lust and adoration unleashed into passionate night, soft moans and toe curling, soft touches and kisses.