"I'm sorry that I have to ask you to do this." Elijah said as he got into the lounge seeing Elena put her coat on.
"Tatia needs you now and I can go and look into that lead. Also, I am going to check a few artefacts in Rome. And if we find the hybrid blackstone, we can save the girl from Tristan's clutches and have leverage" Elena said.
"I spoke to Hayley - and she said that the hybrid could only be from a northern clan. That's at least what she found in her mother's diary. Not from New Orleans"
"You're ex - the wolf?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?" Elijah was surprised that Elena asked.
"No. No problem. Ok. I am out of here. I'll call you when I get there."
"Elena" Elijah said, looking at the brunette poignantly, "I love your sister. She is everything to me."
"I don't doubt that. I was just - I just don't trust her. That's all." Elena said taking her bag.
"I know - and I don't condone her actions - betraying the witches and killing them - but then - what would we do to save our own -"
"You are right." Elena sighed, "to save Tatia - and the ones I love - I would sacrifice anything and everything"
"Me, too." Elijah said, turning his look to the corridor, to the room where Tatia was resting.
"I can't for all this to be over and we can go back to our lives." Elena now took her suitcase and looked at Elijah.
"I so want that, too."
"We will. Tatia is back and we will get the girl and the find the hybrid."
"I am so grateful for your optimism. Be careful."
"I will. See you in a ciuple of days. Bye"
"See you" Elijah said waving a little at Elena, who now rolled her suitcase out.
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Days later Marcel's loft
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"Hey" Elena said as she walked in the attic, "I'm sorry for not returning your calls. I was out of the country."
"Hey- right - no big. I guess you are here to get the painting." Klaus said somewhat miffed.
"I am - ok - I should have called - it was - ok - work doesn't excuse it. It's - I got out of a pretty messy relationship -"
"I understand - right - ok - the painting is ready."
"Nik -" Elena could see him retreat, dismissively turning to the painting.
Taking him by the hand, Elena now made him look at her. "I'm not taking back the kiss. I just -"
All felt confusing, as she wasn't quite clear about her emotions. In truth, yes, she was attracted to him. The kiss and their short time together putting the exhibition together was on her mind, nearly the whole trip. And now she wished the world stopped spinning because it felt like the ground had shifted beneath her and she was falling.
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Klaus' heart was pounding wildly, completely out of control. He was in love with her. And he tried to get his head around it, as it hit him hard, like never before. No other woman had his heart and soul burn like she did. Something deep inside was alerting him to stay away. This seemed like something that would consume him, but he didn't care. He wanted to step into this fire. And now, cupping her face, he lowered his mouth to hers, and kissed her deeply.
She melted against him, feeling the heat rise up in her blood. She wanted him. Suddenly nothing mattered.
A groan fell from between his lips and she shuddered as his mouth skated across her neck, to her earlobe. He nuzzled her there and everything inside Elena erupted in a hot wave of need. Pulling slightly away, she took her dress, her bra off.
"You are so beautiful" Klaus gulped, his fingers skimmed over the collar bone, drawing a line down the chest.
Elena swallowed hard as he brushed with his palm over a pebbled nipple. Inching closer, she tangled her hands in his hair, sucking in a breath, heat shooting down her core, as he drew her to him in a devouring kiss.
Entwined in kisses, she helped him rolled his shirt off, unbuckle his jeans, dragging him to her, as they bounced down on the matress of a futon bed. He could not get enough of her. Her soft satin skin felt incredible. Divine.
His lips streamed over her, coating her neck, her chest, cascading between her breasts, flowing over her belly to the side of her hip.
Elena breathed out a shuddery little sigh as he pulled her panties down, feeling his mouth next touch her sensitive spot. Swallowing hard, she moaned and bucked her hips as he continued with the teasing caresses over her folds with his tongue.
Her mouth opened on a soft gasp. When the second soft moan broke from her lips, it put Klaus into a sensory overload. Twisting his head to the side, he darted in deeper.
The flat of his tongue washed over her as his fingers began to move. She clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. Writhing, she was between wanting him to stop and wanting more when she exploded, gasping his name loudly.
Shifting himself up, his lips connected with hers. He burned at the feel of her smooth skin beneath him, as he eased himself inside her slowly. His whole body shuddered underneath the light graze of her nails on his back, continuing to moan softly into his mouth as his tongue slowly dragged in and out of hers, entwining again with hers, feeling their bodies engulfed in fire as his thrusts ran deeper and harder.
They quivered and gasped sharply with every movement, riding higher and higher, feeling soon the ripples of the orgasm rush through their veins like a storm, crashing over them as a loud thunder.
