Title: Little Moments
Author: Alysia
Couple: Elejah
Summary: Random, smutty one shots. Each chapter will feature a different one shot. So, I was reading a story in another fandom and I'm sort of taking the idea and running with it. An author created a story based on smutty one-shots that she'd written for her OTP. I thought I may do the same for Elejah. Each one-shot will include Elejah smut. It could be congruent to the universe that was created, various alternate universes or even a random moments from one of the stories that I've previously written.
Disclaimer: I don't own any character's familiar to TVD or TO.
Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoy. I have a few ideas outlined, but I'm not adverse to accepting new ideas, so long as you remember that these are only one-shots. Also, if you're under age, this is your warning. Uh, dare I say this may not be suitable to be read at work? Of it shouldn't be, if I did this story justice.

Chapter Synopsis: This is a one-shot set after season 4's American Gothic. Elena encounters Elijah in Willoughby before they return to their lives. The two are in a for a night that will never be forgotten.

"Well, I think I've had just about as much fun as one can while not having fun," Elena Gilbert voiced as approached the lone man at the bar. "Dreams died? Hope dashed? Hmm, sounds like the name of a really bad country song…"

Elijah Mikaelson picked up the glass in front of him. Aside from the long sigh in response, he didn't spare her a response before downing the contents of the glass.

"I'm surprised to find you alone," Elena spoke before claiming a seat next to him.

Again, instead of verbalizing his feelings upon her appearance, he expelled another long sigh. Looking towards the bartender, he signaled for another drink. "Why are you here?" He asked, finally acknowledging her presence.

"You almost say that as if you aren't happy to see me," Elena responded with a frown on her lips. And she'd rather enjoyed their meeting on the gazebo, never mind the fact that she was supposed to be Katherine. She may not have had her humanity, but she felt her toes curl in that moment.

"Hmmm," he offered her a thin smile. "Then allow me to attempt again." Upon his words, his smile died and he offered her deadly stare.

"Be careful, Elijah," she warned quietly, "you'll hurt my feelings. And then where would we be?" She cast a glance around the patrons of the bar. "There aren't many people here, but I could do with what I have available."

Her words were easily discernable and Elijah also ran a quick sweep around the room before taking a closer look at his companion. "You've fed recently, why waste your time and risk the exposure?"

"Why not?" She inquired with a simple shrug of her shoulders.

He wasn't sure what possessed him to do it, but without a conscious thought, he raised a hand to her lips. His thumb swiped at the remanence of her previous meal. "Waste not, want not," he chided gently as he moved to wipe the blood off of his digit.

Grabbing his hand before he could he could follow through with his movements, Elena brought his thumb to her mouth. Without breaking eye contact from him, her tongue swirled around the tip of it before her mouth completely closed over the phalange.

He wasn't sure what reason he had for allowing her movements for far longer than were necessary, but he found himself falling into the almond shaped depth of her eyes. His stomach lurched and he felt a stirring of desire flare to life. Mentally chastising himself, he tore his finger from her mouth, the tips of her teeth grazing it and slicing it.

"What was that about not wasting?" She asked with an air of nonchalance, however, the shining in her eyes alerted him to the fact that she knew just how much her actions had affected him.

He frowned at his finger. The blood was beginning to rush to the surface. He should have used the paper napkin to wipe it off, would have, but instead he raised it to his mouth, attempting to use his supernatural abilities to stem off the bleeding.

Her eyebrows arched in silent inquiry, but she otherwise chose not to say anything.

Recognizing that he'd garnered her attention, Elijah shook his head. "You had to use your teeth?"

"I wasn't finished," she supplied simply. When the bartender delivered Elijah's refill, he turned to face her. "I'll have a martini…dry," she said, compelling him not to ask for her I.D. "Now, Elijah, tell me, why are you here…I assume…drowning your sorrows?"

"She lied to me…" He wasn't sure if he words were directed at her or himself, but they were loud enough for his companion to hear them all the same.

There was no denying who the 'she' was in his statement. Elena didn't even bother conceal the roll of her eyes. How was it that so many people seemed to be snowed by Katherine's actions? Stefan and Damon had been perfect examples. And Elijah…she remembered their conversation once upon a time on an almost pleasant afternoon. He had been so assertive and fact of the matter, as if he'd learned his lesson. However, looking at him, he obviously hadn't. "You mean the 500-year-old vampire that managed to come between you and Klaus and then ran and hid for a number of years lied to you?" She finished her question with an air of deliberate shock.

"I thought that…"

"What?" Elena interrupted. "Katherine learned her lesson and changed? Decided not to concern herself with what was best for Katherine?"

He glared at her. "It isn't as if you have a right to talk," he hissed as the bartender returned with her drink. "You caused nothing but problems for Niklaus, you daggered me, daggered my sister, lied straight to my face when I asked if I needed to be concern myself with my mother, are endlessly drawn between your precious Salvatore brothers," he sneered the last observation before continuing on, "…oh, and you played a part in the deaths of two of my brothers."

"Excuse me for wanting to live," she snarked back. "How dare I stand up for myself against your psycho brother wanting to use my blood to create an army, I'm such a bitch." Mentally, she counted down from ten in an effort to calm herself because she knew he was looking to lash out and she was convenient. "I understand you're hurting, but my actions weren't solely unwarranted," she reminded him in a much softer tone. "Finn," she sighed. "I really had no idea that…I didn't know that would happen, we were trying to survive. And Kol, well, he compelled Damon to kill my brother. What was I supposed to do? If it was one of your siblings, you would have done the same thing."

"Well, thanks to your actions, I have two less to worry about."

Elena took a deep breath, there was no excuse for Finn. "Having my emotions turned off, I'm able to see things in a different light now. I know that many of my actions were…twisted. But there are usually vindicating circumstances, aren't there? Maybe if Kol had taken a page from your book and left well enough alone, he'd be here annoying you…" She watched him wince slightly before ploughing on. "And let's not forget the shit your family has done to me. Crazy, hybrid army aside, Klaus has tried to kill me multiple times, your sister has tried to kill me, your mother tried and you left me down in a cave with your trigger-happy sister. Oh, and allow me to remind you that the reason I'm a vampire is because Rebekah actually succeeded in killing me."

"Then I suppose we're at an impasse, aren't we?" Elijah asked.

"I suppose so," she agreed, swallowing down her martini.

"Why aren't you already on your way back to Mystic Falls?"

"You mean Tragic Falls?" She clarified. "Ah, a place that once held such wonderful memories, a place where everyone tied to my life experiences one catastrophe or another…loses something or another all because they're my family member, friend or lover? I no longer have a home there, and I'm supposed to what? Go move in with my on again-off again lover and his older brother that also has feelings for me? I've had enough of that to last me a lifetime, thank you, very much."

"If you don't return home, what do you intend to do?"

Elena pursed her lips as she considered his question. "I really don't know," she admitted. But without a pesky conscience, she was finding herself more open to the idea of traveling. "I've always wanted to travel," she admitted. "I just…never really thought I would. I always told myself that I'd get out of Mystic Falls, but I don't think I ever really believed it." She figured she would have left for college, but like most residents of Mystic Falls, return home after…get married, raise a family, of course that was before vampires invaded her life. Since then, she'd had to come up with a new plan, and that hadn't happened…yet.

From the corner of his eyes, he gazed at her so no to make it noticeable to his companion. She was so unlike the person she'd always been. Elena had always been…dare he say, a bleeding heart? People were able to control her with threats against her family. "So, you'd turn your back on them, just like that? Stefan and Damon, and your friends, Caroline and Bonnie?"

"Maybe my life would be better off without them?" She asked, thinking about all of the drama that had taken place the last two years. "I know that they'd be better off without me." Caroline and Bonnie could return to their lives and live them out with a moderate sort of normal. And maybe if she was gone for good, Damon and Stefan could mend fences and become the brothers they'd once been before Katherine crashed into their lives? "Honestly, I don't know what is in store," she admitted. "But for the first time in…a really long time, I'm not afraid, and that has to mean something, right?"

He didn't care to respond, knowing that her question wasn't meant for one.

"And what about you?" Elena asked.

"I'll be returning home. Klaus has…things have happened," he eluded.

"How about I travel with you?" Elena asked after a moment. When it looked as though he was going to argue, she held up a hand. "Hold on, don't get your panties in a knot," she spoke. "I'm not talking about staying in New Orleans with you or anything. I don't think I could handle such close quarters to Klaus and Rebekah, been there…done that."

"You know where we've been…"

Elena shrugged. Katherine really wasn't the best person for him to have confided in. "It's nothing more than a suggestion. I just figured since we were heading in the same direction…"

"That probably isn't a wise idea."

Elena shrugged her shoulders. "No, I suppose not," she allowed. Digging into her purse, she pulled out enough money to cover their drinks. "Well, I'm off to pack my things. Perhaps I will see you around sometime… Take care of yourself, Elijah."

When she returned to her room, it had taken a little less than half an hour for her to gather her things up. She'd lost everything in the fire and as she'd finished stuffing what remained of her clothes in her bag, she felt relieved that she didn't have more to lug around.

She verified her identification and passport and made sure to keep them in a convenient place. She really wasn't sure what she planned on doing. Since Elijah declined her offer, she supposed that she didn't have to stick with her idea to head south. She could go north, maybe head to a busy city…though she knew she couldn't afford to live in New York City.

Still stewing in her thoughts, she was slightly surprised to hear a knock on her door. She'd been sure that her show earlier at the café proved a point to Stefan and Damon…surely it couldn't have been them. Other than the two of them, only Rebekah knew where she was staying, but hadn't she already left? When she moved to the door, she was pleasantly surprised to see Elijah standing on the other side.

"Elijah," shock covered her voice. "I can honestly say that you are the last person I expected to see standing in front of my room."

"I can honestly say that when I left the bar, I had no intention of coming here."

She pushed her door open wider for him to enter. "What changed your mind?"

In a move that was so unlike him, Elijah shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really know."

Closing the door behind her, Elena leaned against it as she watched him. While she wouldn't say he was fidgeting, he definitely didn't seem comfortable, For a man that exuberated a confidence and an air of owning any room that he stepped into, he appeared to be out of place. And for the life of her, she couldn't understand why. Was it her that he was acting so unnerved about? "Are you okay?" She asked, suddenly liking the idea that her presence affected him in such a way.

"Of course," he answered quickly.

"Are you sure? Other than that one afternoon that we spent speaking about Katherine and the curse, I have never seen you look so…tight." A frown pulled at his lips for a fraction of a second, before smoothing out…but it was enough for her to have seen. "Do you know what you need? A nice, hard fuck."

"I don't think that is appropriate."

"Really? Because I think it sounds wonderful," she shrugged.

"Elena…"

"I'm talking about a night of 'no-strings attached' sex, nothing more. Katherine did a number on you, and despite her being…Katherine, there were feelings involved, at least on your side, yes? And they say that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else…" Stepping closer to him, she raised a hand and played with his tie. "And I haven't had the opportunity to fuck anyone since my humanity has been turned off."

"And I'm the one you want to experience that with?"

"You aren't unfortunate looking," she allowed. "And given your predisposition with my ancestors, I know you find me attractive." She really thought it would have taken more convincing, but she was barely finished speaking when she felt him grab her and lift her up against his body. Her arms automatically went around his neck, as though she feared he would drop her.

Stepping to the door behind her, he braced her against it. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He inquired in a husky voice. His mouth latched against her neck and he began to lick and lightly nip at her skin. Because once he started, he wouldn't stop.

Running a hand through his hair, she pulled at it and forced his head up so their gazes locked. "I want nothing more than this moment, right now," she assured him. She watched with lust filled satisfaction as the shade of his eyes darkened slightly upon hearing her words. Trusting that he would balance her, Elena raised her hand and began to unbutton his dress shirt.

However much he wanted to continue on in their position, it wasn't the most conducive one. They were still completely dressed, and Elena was wearing pants. He set her down quickly and pushed off his jacket and set on the back of the nearest chair and he immediately unbuttoned the clasp of his shirt at his wrists. He turned back towards Elena, and their lips met again.

Opening her mouth to give him access for a far deeper kiss, Elena pushed his shirt off his shoulders. They pulled apart long enough for them to dispose of his undershirt before once again coming together. Without breaking their kiss, she brought her hands to his belt and undid it before her fingers grasped the button of his slacks.

Grasping her hands, Elijah stopped her from unzipping his pants. He was keenly aware of the fact that she was completely clothed and he didn't like that fact one bit. "It's your turn, now, don't you think?" He quickly divested her of her clothes before turning her around to face the door they were previously pressed against. He leaned against her completely, his reaction completely obvious as their nether regions formed against one another. "Tell me lovely, Elena, do you want me to fuck you?"

She felt a jolt shoot through her and settle between her legs. "Yes," she nearly whined. She couldn't wait to feel him thrusting into her. From the moment she'd met him, she found him attractive. She'd been scared out of her mind, but she wasn't blind. And every interaction between them since then had left a lasting impression. Yes, she'd loved Stefan and felt something for Damon, but her attraction to the Original before her had always been there, buried deep inside. Without those pesky emotions to get in the way, there was nothing to hold her back. She wanted him, and she'd take him anyway she could get him.

"Good. Because I'm going to touch you so deeply that you'll be feeling me for weeks."

She'd never been taken in such a way. Even after she'd been turned, Stefan treated her with kid gloves. She found herself lost in the moment.

Standing tall, he grasped himself in his hand and began running the tip of his penis against her slit. When he felt the witness against it, he let out a throaty chuckle. "You're wet for me already?"

"Yes," she moaned.

His previous sexual encounter had been with Katherine, and as well as they'd fit together; she'd had plenty of experience under her belt. He hadn't cared, but Elena's reaction to him was a compliment to his ego. He'd barely touched her and she was already so wet for him. "You're making this so much easier for me." He pushed the tip into her, delighting in the small noise she made. "I'm going to enjoy this, but not just yet." He pulled out, once again rubbing his tip against her slit.

"Don't tease me, Elijah."

"Don't tease you? Like this?" He asked, once again pushing the tip of his penis inside her. Moving his hands up her body, he grasped her breasts in his hand and tweaked each nipple.

She made a keening noise in the back of her throat.

"But it's so much fun," he whispered.

With one hand pressed against the door, her other moved to cup one of his hands. "Please, Elijah. You already feel how wet I am for you, just fuck me."

"Fuck you? What?" He asked, pulling out of her. "But this is so much fun. I don't think you realize just how much I enjoy having you at my mercy."

She didn't know what she wanted more in that moment. "Seriously Elijah, I'm either going to rip your head off or fuck you blind."

"Promises, promises," he chided. He considered teasing her more, but fact was, he was just as eager as her. Thrusting himself fully inside her, he relished in her squeal. "That's it, sweetling," he urged. "Scream for me." Leaning away from her slightly, his hands moved to her hips and pulled her against him as he thrust into her. There was no mistaking this moment, it wasn't going to be sweet and romantic. He wanted her, he wanted to get lost in her…in the moment. He was going to fuck her like the animal that so many others accused him of being.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and it took almost everything she had not to orgasm right there. This is exactly what she wanted. She wasn't even aware of the sounds she was making, so focused was she on not hitting her head against the door. As deep as he was hitting her, it still felt as if he wasn't deep enough.

"Hmmm," he trilled, not stopping his pace. "You're coming for me," he said. "That's it Elena, come around my cock," he purred.

"Fuck!" He felt so good inside of her! She felt a pull in her stomach and knew that her orgasm wasn't far off. She tried her best to push back against him, to pull him deeper into her, but his grip on her hips was strong. "Please, Elijah," she sobbed. She was so close to the edge…just a little more and she'd get there.

Sensing the change in her body, Elijah slowed down his tempo. "Not yet, lovely," he purred. Pushing all the way in, he felt her walls quake around his member, but he held back. Elena had been right about one thing earlier, he'd needed a release and her body felt wonderful around him. However, something told him that when she finished, he'd probably follow right behind her and he wasn't ready for the moment to end. When her humanity returned, and there was no question that it eventually would, he knew they'd never have another moment like this. He was determined to enjoy it. Leaning over, he trailed kisses up the middle of her back and shoulders. "Do you have any idea how good you feel wrapped me?"

"Probably as good as you feel inside me," she panted. Turning around, she met his mouth with a hot kiss.

He tweaked her nipple before he began thrusting once again.

"That's it, Elijah, come into me. Feel my pussy massage your cock," she whined.

Who knew that Elena preferred to talk dirty? He didn't, but it was quite the turn-on from someone who appeared to be so innocent in all other aspects of her life. His stomach felt as if it was going to drop and he knew it signaled his impending orgasm. "Not yet," he murmured. "I'm not ready for it to end."

Turning her head to peer at him again, she arched her eyebrow in demand. "Who said it had to? We have the rest of the night," she told him. If she thought his pace was brutal before, she'd been mistaken. He pulled her hips against him and thrust into her so hard it was borderline painful. "That's it, baby. Ungh! Right there!"

Letting go of his restraint, he brought a hand to her bundle of nerves. If he was going to come, he'd damn sure make her too. When he felt her walls once again quiver around his cock, he threw his head back and let out a guttural yell. Thrusting three more times, he released himself into her welcoming body.

Closing her eyes, Elena whimpered. Feeling him release inside of her only served to prolong her orgasm. Her body twitched and she wailed. His fingers never deviated from their course and she fell to pieces.

When he finally pulled out of her, the only sound in their room came from their heavy breathing. "Fuck, I needed that," he admitted, running a hand through his hair.

Turning around, she smirked at him. "How's your recovery time?"

A wolfish grin bit at his mouth. "I don't think you'll have to worry." He pulled her against him and claimed her mouth. Their tongues dueled for dominance and he felt his cock already responding. "Keep kissing me like that and I just might make it all night."

"Good," she purred, leading him towards the bed. She sat him down gently before climbing on his lap. "Because I intend on you taking advantage of that…"

End