Mikaelson Mansion

A week later

Elijah: "I presume that with this the subject of the Salvatores is closed."

Elena: "And you think they will just agree with the new terms of the deal. Doubt it. Damon is going to do the opposite just for the hell of it."

Elijah (taking a good sip of the Bourbon): "I am very well aware of that. But can we lay it to rest at least for this evening, and get to more pleasurable subjects."

Elena (curls up a small cute smirk):"More pleasurable subject - like going away to the Lakehouse - and forget about the world?"

Elijah:"Something like that. Everything is on standstill till the new moon rises."

Elena: (gets up and walks around the table to the Original): "Yes, it is. But we don't have to get away to forget about the world there- we can do it here."

Straddling him now, she draws her lips to his. His hands stream down her sides resting for a moment at her thighs. He loves her assertive nature, the fire she splays with her whole being.

She moulds her lips to his as her hips move in sensuous rhythmic circles, threading her fingers into his hair.

He bites a throaty breath back as a true blaze ignited, sweeping his body, burning him everywhere at once. Pulling her tongue further into his mouth, he savours the sweetness of it, having Elena breathe a throaty moan out.

"Oh, Elena" - he gasps as her hips continue to gyrate slowly on his hardness through his pants, inflaming him further.

Sliding now one hand up her skirt, to her panties, he pulls them to the side, inserting a finger into her slick core. A breathy moan shoots out of her, throwing her head back. As he presses his lips on her neck, he continues to dart his finger in and out of her, making her moan louder now.

"Oh, God, 'Lijah, yes, like that" - Elena's voice breathless, squeezing his shoulders tight. Burying her head in the crook of his neck, she moves up and down on his fingers, sounding off her pleasure with small whimpers. It is not long before she peaks shuddering deliciously.