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[nosuchthingasfate]

 It had been awhile since Allison had found herself in a man's bedroom.  The last time had been near the end of the relationship with Scott, when they had been fighting desperately to hold onto what they had in the face of everything that was conspiring against them and trying to pull them apart.  

Elijah's bedroom looked nothing like Scott's though.  His room was dark colors and elegant sophistication, not the room of someone between kid and adulthood.  Elijah's room wasn't pieces picked out by a motherly figure but everything that he liked and had chosen on his own.  Standing there in his private sanctuary, Allison had a little more of a glimpse at the mysterious, enigmatic man who was resting nearby.  She wanted desperately to snoop but following him for two weeks had pressed her limits of delving into a man's privacy.  She didn't want to push anymore and upset him.

Especially not when he was most likely feeling just a bit off kilter after being bitten and lost in fever induced dreams while she tended to him.  She had a feeling that he wasn't a man used to admitting weakness or giving too much of himself too freely, no matter what the situation was.  And playing nursemaid to him had been a strange and intimate situation for two people who still didn't really know much about each other.  The noble vampire and the huntress.

"We make an odd pair, don't we?"  She mused out loud, looking over towards his bed.  She could feel the restless energy rolling off of him and she knew he was fighting not to lunge to his feet but she wouldn't let him.  She had even threatened him with a smile.  All of which he had taken in stride and with a tinge of wry amusement.  Maybe because he was still too weak to really argue with her and he was holding himself in check because of what the weakness meant.

"You haven't fed."  She remarked then as she moved towards him, deciding to press into his privacy just enough to sit on the edge of the bed.  "You need too, don't you?"  She saw the flicker of his lashes and the way he clenched his jaw in response which was enough of an answer for her.

Shifting then, she pulled a hair tie from her pocket and went about the task of gathering her dark curls into a haphazard bun at the top of her head.  It was a quick fix to pull all the hair out of the way so she could expose the elegant curve of her neck to him then.  A few tendrils had escaped but she tucked them back impatiently, maybe to hide just a bit of the nerves she was feeling at the moment though she was tucking them back too with a pure sense of will.  

She didn't know how to phrase it then as she looked at him but she figured the a straight forward approach was best.  "Feed on me."

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The soft, teasing touches and the feel of his mouth over her skin, and even her scar, was terribly distracting for Allison as she arched ever so slightly beneath him. She could feel the tension sitting low in her gut already and she had to wonder how it was possible for him to undo her so quickly. Just a little more and she was sure she could come just on touch alone.

Groaning then, she closed her eyes as she tried to focus on his words rather than what his mouth and hands were doing. "Seriously?" She sounded vaguely frustrated, her voice husky with need. "Do you really think I can focus right now?" Which made her feel somewhat weak since she was supposed to have better control than that but she also didn't give a damn.

"The kitsune is alive." She continued despite her complaint. "She actually created the Oni to stop another demon, a nogitsune. The nogitsune actually took over the Oni that came after us and the one that stabbed me." She let out a shaky breath. "They're gone though. The oni and the nogitsune."

[asiwillcarrymyregret]

The way she huffed at him rather than pleading, or even becoming hostile at his tender torment made Elijah smile against her skin.

And her assurances...it did a great deal to ease his mind.

He rewarded her by dragging his tongue along the curve of her breast, flicking it over one nipple, then the other before he cupped both in his large hands, giving his attention to her scar again for a long, leisurely while.

"Did this Nogitsune die by your hand?" he asked quietly, hands and mouth finally sliding down her body again as he kissed her belly just below her ribcage, hands spanning her waist before moving lower, tracing the waistband of her jeans until his fingers stilled at the button of her fly.

And, when she didn't answer him fast enough, Elijah stopped, watching her for a moment before he bent his head again and, with great care and dexterity, undid the button with his teeth, then dragged the zipper down the same way.

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Allison let out another dull whimpering noise at the feel of his tongue sliding up and over the peak of her breast, sending a jolt from her nipples right to her cunt where a dull throbbing ache was already building. It really wasn't fair considering she hadn't touched him yet but it was hard to focus when he was touching her so skillfully.

"No." She gasped with a shake of her head as she opened her eyes to look at him again, watching and enjoying the sight of him moving lower while her blood hummed with anticipation. "I was injured...but Lydia and our friends figured out how to get rid of him." Some day she would tell him more but not right now. That would require concentration and reassurance. Also possibly calming Klaus down if he learned about how the nogitsune had terrorized Lydia.

Right now, she wanted to focus on Elijah as she slid her hands into his hair with a strangled little noise that sounded like a gasp and a chuckle. "Okay, that is kind of hot..." She murmured breathlessly.

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Elijah laughed quietly in turn, a low chuckle as he spread the fly of her jeans open and lavished warm, open mouthed kisses over her lower abdomen while his fingers hooked in the waist of both her jeans and her panties, dragging them down her legs as his mouth moved lower, a slow, deliberate line down the center of her body...before he moved away, stripping off the rest of her clothes and then mouthing a hot, damp path along her inner thigh.

This close, the scent of her made his mouth water...her blood, her arousal...

"How was it eliminated?" He couldn't resist asking, his tone one of intent, but innocent curiosity as he shifted up to kiss her hip, hands gliding up and down her thighs idly.

It was a question that required thought. More of that soft voice, breathless and indignant with need. He wanted to hear her break.

So, midway through her answer, Elijah finally slid a finger inside her, stroking a couple of times with a firm touch to make her writhe and cry out for him.

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Curling her fingers in the sheets beneath her, Allison shifted to lift her hips in the guise of helping him get her undress but mostly it was selfishly done as she wanted him to continue teasing and touching her till the sparks became a full blown firestorm that she couldn't control.

Letting out another shaky breath as his mouth moved along her thigh, the throb of desire was more intense than before and she felt almost shy, maybe even a tiny bit embarrassed, at just how wet she was already.

Then she actually growled a bit as she pressed her head back against the pillows with a surge of frustration as he continued to ask her questions. "Lydia and Stiles figured out a bite from an Alpha would kill him." She replied sharply, looking down at him, opening her mouth to say something more but then he was sliding a finger into her and whatever she said was lost in a strangled gasp. Lifting her hips towards his hand, she clenched around his finger as she tried to get a little more.

[asiwillcarrymyregret]

There it was: the moment when sensation overcame speech, where her body betrayed her and all she could do was cry out for him. It was primitive and beautiful, watching this carefully composed hunter, this cool and perfect soldier, fracture under his touch to become something softer, warmer, more alive and infinitely fragile.

He showed her mercy, finally putting his questions to rest as he obliged her, brushing his thumb over her clit and pushing deeper into her, hooking his fingers with every stroke to find the spot inside that would make her scream properly for him. After a couple of strokes, he added another finger, pressing with a firm, slow touch until she was writhing for him, choking the air with the scent of sex and heat...all of it simmering in her blood.

He missed the sound of her voice, though...

"Tell me what you want." he directed, his own voice rough with passion, surprising him. It had been decades, centuries since he'd been so deeply affected by touching someone and not merely the promise of their blood.

Not since Celeste...

The memory was there and gone before he knew it, drawn as he was to press a kiss to her navel, then lower.

"Tell me how you want me."

He nuzzled her abdomen, just over her mound, the thrust of his fingers growing less insistent and more teasing as he watched her, waiting for an answer with eyes gone black with need.

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Allison whimpered as she speared her fingers through Elijah's usually perfect hair, mussing the long locks as she twisted her hands slightly to get a better hold. Her cheeks felt hot and she knew her breath was quick but, god, she didn't care. She didn't even care that she was naked before her, her whole body trembling as her hips rocked up against his hands and she made soft impatient noises to let him know she wanted more.

Then she had a dozen different answers racing through her mind when he asked her how she wanted him. There was a handful of positions she wanted to try, some of them she had never considered before and probably would have gone beet red even with Scott to talk about them but only because talking about it would have made the young werewolf embarrassed. Elijah wasn't young though and clearly he was more experienced than she was. Nor would he care what she said.

So she was honest.

"I want you down there." She gasped, her cheeks going just a touch pinker. "I want to feel what it's like...when a guy goes down on me and makes me come."

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The way she talked to him...it had been a long time since Elijah had touched anything so genuine. Fumbling for what she wanted, blushing like a virgin and struggling to give voice to her own needs...

He felt something familiar in his chest give way at her admission, the barest smile touching his face as he gave her what she wanted.

She tasted like heaven as he teased her with his tongue. He savored it, tracing folds and opening with his tongue, circling her clit until he finally wrapped his big hands around her hips and gently tugged her closer, sliding his tongue inside in earnest to fuck her with his mouth before he pulled away and shifted to suckle gently at her clit.

He brought her to the edge of orgasm, then replaced his mouth with his fingers to finish her as he turned his head, pressed his face against the soft skin of her inner thigh, and bit the moment she came, glutting himself on both her pleasure and her blood as she came apart for him.

[nosuchthingasfate]

Even if she knew what was coming, there was no way of anticipating just how deeply it would affect her as he moved his mouth over her and gave her exactly what she had asked for. And so much more.

She scrambled for something to hold onto, something to focus on as the sensations overtook her and pulled her under. Everything he did was so much more than what she thought it could be, leaving her whimpering and gasping as her fingers rhythmically clenched and relaxed in his hair. There were times she wanted to pull him closer and other time she wanted to push him away when it to be too much.

Then she fractured and came apart, crying out softly when he bit and the orgasm blasted through her hot and hard. The sensation of both things nearly brought her to the edge of blacking out as she pulled at his hair with her eyes clenched closed. Then she relaxed, swallowing thickly and opening her eyes to watch till he was done feeding again.

[asiwillcarrymyregret]

He didn't feed long, unwilling to trust his self control with the level of temptation she presented. What little he had was already restoring his sense of well being, and experiencing her orgasm was thrilling in ways that were almost new to him. She clung, she writhed, she cried out so beautifully with the force of her release...

His only regret was that he didn't make her scream for him.

Lapping away the stray blood that seeped from her bite wounds, Elijah lapped at her with unabashed greed, savoring the taste of her release, the flutter of her muscles as he gently slid his tongue inside her again. She was supple and passive with the afterglow of her orgasm, a lazy shell of warmth and pleasure...and he was still painfully hard, restless with a hunger that had nothing to do with blood.

Sliding from between her legs, Elijah methodically stripped, enjoying the luxury of watching her lay there, sated and spent as he removed his clothing. When he joined her in bed again, the bite mark on her throat drew his eye, and had his hunger rising again as his cock stirred still further with a flood of brutal lust, with the need to taste that shattering ecstasy in her blood again.

Leaning in, he kissed her as his body settled between her legs. Careful not to crush her under his weight, he shifted a hand between them to guide himself into her body. She was hot and wet and yielded to him perfectly, taking him in until there was nothing left but to press his face to her throat, to breathe her in, to let the madness of Allison Argent take him.

There was nothing left except to move as he lifted his head, kissing her hard and with a hint of fang as he propped himself up over her with an elbow on either side of her head.

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Allison felt like she was reeling still as he pulled back long enough to start stripping his clothes off, drawing her eye and causing her to smile a little as she appreciated the view. She had spent a little bit of time imagining what he would look like under his suits but not even her imagination could have come up with something so beautiful and that realization was in her eyes as she watched. He was lean and yet had more muscle than she could have imagined. Suddenly she could envision him as a young man using grace and speed in rather physically violent fights. He would have been amazing to watch, she was sure.

Reaching for him as he slid over her body, she brought her legs up to cradle his hips between her thighs, her hands sliding down as his back as she took in a small breath to brace herself. Then it left her in a low groan at the feel of him filling her so completely. He was bigger than she could have imagined too and there was a second or two of discomfort till she shifted her hips up towards his to change the angle, stealing her breath as she did.

Then she was kissing him back, making another noise against his lips as she brought a hand up to the back of his head. Rocking her hips slightly, she swore she saw sparks behind her eyelids as the friction sent jolts through her. Fuck, she could already telling having sex with him was going to be amazing. Undoubtedly the best of her life.