Elijah Mikaelson & The Dragon's Quest

Chapter 19

Niklaus, Kol and the unconscious Davina Claire were flown by air ambulance to the Dragonetti private research hospital. Freya worked her locator spells to trace Davina's magic and Charlie assisted her, triangulating locations on his maps, running algorithms, and data mining to find additional signs of the Coven of the Pentadeae.

There was nothing to do now but wait so Elijah and Angelica retired for the evening. They sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and video chatted with Henrik Finn. They listened intently as their son excitedly told them about the Salvatore School, about spending time with Cousin Hope, and about Alaric Saltzman of whom he had already grown quite fond. They eventually exchanged "I love you" as it was very late and significantly past Henrik Finn's bedtime. They told him they would be together soon. The video chat ended, and Elijah set the tablet on the nightstand next to the bed.

Angelica rested her head on his shoulder. The tug at her heart was strong as separation from Henrik Finn was difficult for her. Elijah put his arm around her and held her, being strong for her without admitting that he, too, missed his son deeply and wanted the three of them under the same roof again as soon as possible.

After several minutes Angelica lifted her head and started to move off the bed, occupying her mind with strategizing the potential next steps they would be taking in the search to recover Davina's magic. But Elijah had other ideas on how to pass the time. He gently grasped her arm and stopped her. She looked at him and noticed he had a familiar grin on his face. "We have unfinished business, you and I," he remarked with a lascivious glint in his eye. "Oh, do we now, Mr. Mikaelson?" she responded coyly, knowing full well what he meant. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply and with purpose. They eventually parted with their clothing as each caressed the other's skin with their hands, the intensity of their kisses increasing until they were joined together, moving to the rhythms of music that only they could hear. Elijah was a man on a mission and Elijah was always successful in that mission. As her body tensed with wave after pleasurable wave, he kept his pace to prolong the sensations until they ultimately abated. He shifted onto his right side and kissed her gently, staring into her green eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair.

It did not go unnoticed by Angelica that he was denying himself again. Something was amiss with Elijah and he had done a stellar job of hiding it from his empathic wife. But in that brief moment as they gazed into each other's eyes he let down his guard revealing to Angelica the answer as she peered straight into his very soul. That false image of Angelica and Henrik Finn dead by his hand still haunted him, even though the rational part of him knew it was not real, but emotions are rarely rational. Guilt, shame and grief were spreading like a cancer across his psyche and he feared he would lose total control if he allowed himself to be vulnerable. He was still suffering and in all the commotion of the last few days she had missed it, but now she knew and now she could help him.

She ran the fingers of her right hand down the left side of his face. He turned his head and pressed his lips into the palm of her hand. He started to rise from the bed and she took his hand, saying coyly, "Where are you going, Mr. Mikaelson?" She pulled him back to her and kissed him deeply and passionately. She shifted to her right side, playfully trapping his right arm and gently kissed the palm of his right hand. He nibbled on the back of her neck as he slowly ran his left hand down her left arm, caressing her back, her waist, her stomach, her hip, and her thigh. He leaned his body against hers and relished the feel of her back against his chest, his skin tingling with every touch until he could resist her no longer and joined with her again. The emotions of intimacy overtook Elijah as his tempo increased, and the timing was now right for Angelica to act. She sank her teeth into his wrist and used the blood to reach into his innermost thoughts, her goal to isolate that false image along with the lies that threatened to consume him, to siphon them away as she drained the blood from his wrist.