A/N: Okay, so... This story is most DEFINITELY a crack ship, b/c I have NOFUCKINGIDEA where or why I came up with this concept, but alas, I DID. I'm a Bamon shipper, BUT I really, really like Elijah. And as a TVD fan who's sick of Bonnie being used as a plot device, can we get her a REAL man, now? I'm even going to jump on the Kol/Bonnie bandwagon, at this point (story coming soon! details at the end of this, haha), because these writers have crushed my Bamon heart into tiny pieces after last episode, & I'm struggling when it comes to writing for those two at the moment. Seriously. Anyway, this story is set just after 3x15, and it is a one shot (?) based on how I think the next interaction between these two can go. Who knows, maybe I will inspire a new ship (although the writers seem to think everyoneee should fall in love with Elena). Fuck that. Belijah? Mwuahaha. Read on, if you dare ;)

"There 's a drumming noise inside my head that starts when you're around,

I swear that you could hear it, it makes such an almighty sound,

Louder than sirens, louder than bells,

Sweeter than heaven, and hotter than hell"

-Florence and the Machine, "Drumming Song"

"You've really got nerve coming to talk to me, of all people, after everything that's happened because of your family," Bonnie said lowly, without even turning around to see her visitor, though she immediately felt his strong presence overpowering the room.

The witch immediately felt her chest getting hot, and her anger swelling as the sound of his footsteps tapped against the ground, and she shut her eyes, in an effort to calm herself.

She feared if she didn't remain calm, she would probably give him an aneurysm, and then she'd rip his fucking heart square out of his chest.

Not like that'd be a bad thing in her opinion, but she imagined that wouldn't go over too well with Elena.

"It was you request, after all, to do this in a private place. I, simply, wanted to clear the air," he replied diplomatically, and Bonnie rolled her eyes as she blew out the last match that she used to illuminate the vacant room at the old witch house.

She hated coming here, lately, because it always meant trouble; whether she was helping Stefan with his latest scheme, being stalked by hybrids, casting unsuccessful spells to banish a family of ancient vampires, or simply even bringing a guy back to life who would later cheat on her with a ghost, something always went wrong, here.

And why weren't the witches causing him pain, like they'd so frequently done to Klaus and Damon?

She sighed- because, like Stefan Salvatore, Elijah Mikaelson was well-liked amongst the witches. Because "even in death, his heart was pure." He was a good person, despite who he was and what he'd done. Whether she cared to admit it, or not.

"If it were my choice... I wouldn't be talking to you, at all," she muttered, as she dusted off her hands, and he let out a dark chuckle, as a long silence radiated between them.

She felt the air shift when he stopped just behind her, and she breathed evenly, though her heart wanted to jump out of her chest.

"Good thing it wasn't your choice, then," he answered simply. "You knew I'd find you, anyhow... So, it's better if you don't run."

Bonnie immediately whipped around to face him, with a look of anger in her eyes, and a thick wave of coldness in her voice to match.

It'd been days since everything happened, but she couldn't shake the feeling of rage that engulfed anytime she thought about exactly what he had caused, just to ensure their safety.

He kidnapped Elena, and left her in a cave with none other than Rebekah, as bait for the Salvatore Brothers to do something about she and her mother. In his eyes, the only way to stop Esther was to kill them both. In his eyes, she should have been offed, just like that.

And Bonnie couldn't say she hated the idea of dying for Elena; she'd done it once before, and she'd surely do it again. But asking her to choose between her mother and Elena? Well, that was a different story entirely.

"Has Elena forgiven you for this?" she asked dryly, and the man before her cleared his throat, and straightened his tie before he spoke.

The dark suit he wore was so crisp, you'd never expect him to be anything close to a monster, because of his sharp appearance.

"She will, in due time," he said, unconvincingly, and when Bonnie noticed the uneasiness in his eyes, she rolled her own. "I've explained my regret in a letter that I delievered to her."

Bonnie folded her arms across her chest.

"And you think talking to me will make this easier for you? That she'll just... forgive you, if I do?" she asked, and he didn't reply. "Is that what this is about?"

Bonnie couldn't help but feel a spark of jealousy when she realized that Elena had everybody in the whole fucking world looking out for her, and her well-being; including herself. When Bonnie thought about people who she could truly rely on, her list was now dwindled down to two people- Caroline, and her Grams.

She'd thought she'd made progress with Damon, but he made it clear that he'd always choose Elena, in the end, no matter how "close" they became; and that was okay, because she knew that's how it'd always be. Her best friend was neither a witch, a vampire, nor a werewolf, and couldn't be protected by any rings, therefore, it was a collective effort keeping her alive.

Elena came first, because she had to.

But somehow, a very small part of her was disappointed- disappointed because when it came to killing she or Abby, Bonnie knew Damon didn't think twice about it. And if he did, it was because he wondered how it would effect Elena. He didn't consider Bonnie's feelings, at all. He never did.

And then there was Stefan- the vampire that she'd done virtually anything for, because they were actually friends once upon a time, and like her ancestors- she trusted him. He shared similar values and morals, and her own selflessness had only been so far matched and beaten by his own. Stefan was like the Bonnie's male counterpart; he'd do anything for Elena.

Anything.

So, Stefan hung her out to dry, as well. And again, she knew that she couldn't truly hate him- it was Elena, and that meant he'd do anything to save her- including killing Bonnie if he absolutely had to.

But that didn't make his decision hurt any less. It made her feel expendable.

And though Stefan didn't actually do anything, deep down, she knew that his non-involvement when it came to turning Abby into a vampire wasn't because he was her "friend."

No, it was because he didn't want Elena to hate him; he didn't want to have an even guiltier concious.

Bonnie huffed at that; she almost respected Damon more for laying all of his cards out on the table.

And Bonnie's feelings on Elena? The one person who truly had been her best friend over the years was quickly becoming a stranger, with each passing moment. Why was it becoming so increasingly difficult to feel as though she could even trust her, anymore?

Bonnie knew why- because she kept losing the people that she cared about, inevitably, at Elena's hands.

Grams died from using her powers to open the tomb. Jeremy was gone because Elena didn't see Mystic Falls as a place he should live his life, though he'd already experienced the very worst of it; death-several times. And now her mother, Abby, was the latest victim to Elena's guilty concious, as the woman left town in the first place after saving her life. She only to returned here to do so once more, and she was subsequently repaid by being turned into a vampire, because Elena warned Elijah of Esther's plan.

Being Elena's friend was mentally draining. It didn't help that now he was here- his very existence was a slap in the face.

"You're quiet, Miss Bennett. Thinking of the best way to kill me?" he asked plainly, and her eyes darted to meet his.

"Yeah, actually, I am," she said, as she stood taller. "I'm just wondering if there's anything more painful and permanent than the dagger dipped in white oak ash," she snapped.

Elijah let out a soft laugh as he cracked his knuckles calmly.

"No need for dramatics. Especially when you're the easier one to kill between us two," he said, and she stared at him, angrily.

"I'm not afraid of you, Elijah," she spat, as her green eyes lit up with fury, and his brown ones watched in dry amusement, as the witch erupted. "And the first chance that I get to kill you and the rest of your family... consider yourself dead."

Elijah ran his tongue over his teeth, and crossed his arms tightly, over his suit jacket as he gazed back at her quietly, while she shook with calm rage. The darkness in his eyes penetrated hers, but she didn't waver.

Not like Elena wavered. Bonnie was the stronger of the two, no doubt. It wasn't hard being strong when you had virtually no one looking out for you, but yourself. Bonnie never had much to begin with; now, she had nothing left to lose.

"I don't doubt that you can kill me- I saw what you did to Niklaus," he said, referring to the sacrifice. "But, we used to be allies, once," Elijah noted, as he paced across the stone ground, and Bonnie let out half of a laugh. "I'm aware that my actions, as of late, were-"

"Monstrous?" she filled in boldly, and he stared at her quietly. "My mother is a vampire, because your family was saved," she informed, and he rose a finger.

"Correction, your mother is vampire because you all chose to save Elena- and her needs were put first, as expected, by the Salvatore Brothers. They'd do anything to protect her, as would you, because you consider her your 'family.' Now, do you believe I am dishonorable because I would do the same; because I would put my family first?" he asked, and Bonnie breathed slowly as he moved in even closer. "I do what I need to do, to save the one's that I love-the rest is just collateral damage. Wasn't I just the same, to you?"

Bonnie eyed him intently, as he stuffed both hands into the pockets of his dress pants, and she tapped her foot, aggravatingly.

She knew he was right; she'd been just as willing to end Elijah's life, if it meant they'd kill Klaus, just as he was to end she and Abby if it meant that'd put a stop to Esther. Bonnie and Elijah never intentionally went after each other when it came to their master plans; the cards just so happened to fall that way, each time. Even after the sacrifice, with Elijah's abrupt betrayal, she wondered if she could really blame him for his last-minute heroism when he saved Klaus' life.

Could she have killed a brother, sister, father, or mother of her own, just out of anger? Especially if not doing so could lead to a reunion with the rest of your estranged family?

She knew the answer was no; she wouldn't have killed her family, either.

And that's what it boiled down to- Elijah and Bonnie were loyal, to a fault, but to seperate legions. They fell on opposite sides of the board not because they hated each other, but because they saw it as their primal duty to protect what was theirs- what they considered family.

"We're a lot more alike than you want to admit," Elijah said smoothly, and undoubtedy reading her mind, as he moved in even closer, standing just inches away from her face. "And we are quite good when we're on the same side. Don't you think?"

She gulped, but didn't respond, as she looked up into his eyes; the eyes of the man who suggested that she and her mother die to save his life- the eyes of the man who she was going to help kill, without thinking twice, to save her own.

The eyes of the man that she couldn't possibly hate, because he was just like her, after all.

Bonnie continued staring at Elijah, and she couldn't quite fathom the feeling that rose in the pit of her stomach, the longer she looked into his mysterious charcoal-colored eyes.

It wasn't disgust, or fear, like she had hoped it'd be.

No, it was something much more terrifying- it was admiration.

She begrudgingly admired Elijah, because like her, he never backed down or shyed away when it came to saving the lives of his loved ones; the very loved ones that he could kill, scream at, hate, and be sick of- but loved, nonetheless.

Elijah slowly removed his hands from his pockets, and simply brushed back a strand of her dark brown hair out of her face.

Bonnie remained as stiff as a statue.

The action, in all its simplicity, wasn't meant to be a "move" that he was pulling on her, because Elijah wasn't like that- he wasn't like Damon, or Klaus, or even Stefan- he didn't make "moves," or intentionally do anything that could be considered a turn-on.

But somehow, it was.

The way his cool fingertips brushed against her skin in the slightest of ways when he delicately tucked her hair behind her ear made her, involuntarily, catch her breath.

She decided that it was just a fluke. It had to be; nothing else would be acceptable, in her eyes.

It was just one touch.

"You remind me a lot of myself, Miss Bennett," he said, very slowly, and she pursed her lips as she listened intently. "I... see a lot of who I am in somebody like you. Strength, determination, loyalty-"

"Vengence," she filled in, and Elijah let out a short laugh, and rose an eyebrow quickly at that.

"Vengence," he repeated, making it painstakingly clear that he knew where she stood- on the side that was against his.

Even if he did just make her stomach flutter, a second ago.

Elijah took another unnecessary step towards her, and Bonnie inhaled sharply when she realized her back was already up against the wall, and he was blocking her only way out. She knew she had her magic, just in case things got to that point, but somehow, she knew it wouldn't. She trusted that he wouldn't escalate things.

Besides, she felt almost powerless beneath his gaze.

Those dark brown eyes, with the hair that matched; his chiseled frame, his defining jaw- Elijah was a man, and Bonnie sometimes forgot what it was like to be in the presence of one of those, because, usually, she felt like all she was surrounded with were little boys.

But Elijah- he wasn't at all what she had grown used to. Elijah was something different.

From the way he talked, with that excrutiantingly perfect voice, to the way he carried himself, commanding any room that he entered, Elijah was the definition of powerful.

"You remain strong, after everything that you've been through," he said gently. "It's phenomenal," he added, and Bonnie snorted, though it felt like her heart was in her throat.

Did Elijah just compliment her? She shook her head at that, and convinced herself she could care less. But she cared; she cared, a lot.

"You say that like I'm supposed to be weak," she replied defensively, with her arms crossed over her chest.

Elijah smiled silently.

"You really are as tough as they say," he responded softly.

Bonnie felt her cheeks flush.

Sure- she knew her self-worth, and that she was tough, and that she was powerful; she'd had the power of a hundred dead witches at one time, afterall. But the type of power Bonnie Bennett had was pale in comparison to everything Elijah simply was.

Elijah was strong, and sometimes, Bonnie craved that; a strong man on her side, having her back, always and completely.

Too bad every strong guy living in Mystic Falls was only interested in keeping Elena alive. But it did feel nice that, in this moment, one of them noticed her.

They never noticed her.

Bonnie snapped out of her thoughts when she realized he was still standing there; just staring at her, in that cool, calm, and collected way that he absorbed everything.

Elijah's cool breath danced near her skin, and though she wanted to kill herself before she'd admit it, she found him so damn attractive. She always had.

His maturity was refreshing, and if she got really honest, that strikingly handsome face of his wasn't so bad to look at either, even if Bonnie wasn't one of those types of girls- the girl that forgot everything horrible that a guy ever did to them, just because he was hot.

No. She'd never be that weak.

Bonnie cleared her throat, before she spoke strongly.

"People have to earn forgiveness, in my book," she said suddenly, and Elijah remained silent as he listened. "I don't forget very easily, and a couple of nice compliments will get you nowhere," Bonnie noted, with strong confidence in her voice.

Elijah didn't back down.

"I respect that, Miss Bennett. Just as long as someday, you'll be able to find it in your heart to forgive me for what I've done. My true intent was never to hurt you or Abby-I simply needed to stop my mother.

Bonnie remained silent as she surveyed his eyes, and she inhaled a deep breath.

His honesty was stifling her.

"You did it anyway," she muttered, and he nodded in agreement.

"I acknowledge that. But if you accept the sincerity of my words, we can move past this."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes.

"Too bad witches can't be compelled," she said lowly, and she watched as a slow smirk formed to his face, as he looked down at the ground briefly, and then back up into her green eyes.

"You may not be able to be compelled, but," Elijah began, as he ran a thumb along her cheek, slowly, "My experience proves that you can, perhaps, be convinced."

Bonnie's heartbeat tripled, and she watched as a look of satisfaction crossed Elijah's face, though he didn't speak on it. He was listening to every single beat-every single pump of blood, as it flowed through her veins.

If it weren't painfully obvious before that she was regrettably captivated by his words, and moved by his persona, it was now.

It was as clear as day that this little witch wasn't so in control, anymore. Especially not when it came to who she held a torch for.

She stood there, motionless, as his fingers slowly crawled up neck, and gently circled her ear, right down to her cheek. Elijah's eyes never stopped looking into hers, as her brain frantically tried to process just what the fuck was going on, and just why she was allowing this, with him, of all people.

Because she wanted to feel wanted; she wanted to feel needed. She needed to feel appreciated, even if it was just for a few false minutes.

Even if it'd "always be Elena," in the end, she couldn't deny that she wanted it to "just be Bonnie," for right now.

Her breathing became shallower the second he brushed her long brown locks away from her shoulder, and Bonnie tried her best to speak in an even tone.

"I can't be convinced," she lied, with the best poker face she could muster, and the serious look in his eyes remained.

"Your heart says otherwise."

And in that very moment, she wondered if there were a spell to silence it. And if there weren't a spell, why wasn't she asking him to leave?

"My heart doesn't beat for somebody like you," she countered, and Elijah was now so close, that his nose nearly touched hers.

"You're right, Miss Bennett," he said slowly. "It doesn't just 'beat;' it pounds. Your heart aches, with desire," Elijah whispered, as he continued dotting her neck with his fingertips. "And with every single touch, every breath, each moment, you're wishing that I would relieve you of this feeling."

Bonnie shook her head and pushed past him, and beelined straight for the door.

"Stay away from me," she warned in a harsh tone. "Or so help me god, I will destroy you," she added, as she walked out of the room, leaving the vampire all alone.

Elijah cleared his throat, and nodded his head silently, as he watched the door shut behind her.

She had to get away- away from that house, and away from him- before he could infiltrate her mind any more than he had.

But in the back of her mind, she already knew that it was too late.

Bonnie-

It is with my deepest regret that I upset you. Please, can we meet again?

Bonnie glanced at the fine, handwritten print that was etched on a piece of paper, and stuffed beneath the windshield wipers on her Toyota Prius, just days after her meeting with the vampire. She rolled her eyes before she tore it in half, and got into that drivers seat.

"You, Elijah, can go fuck yourself," she muttered, as she started the ignition.

Yeah, she meant it.

She probably should have realized that just because she was ignoring him didn't mean he was ignoring her.

It wasn't until she went to the Grill to pick up her dinner, three night's later, that she realized that she wasn't the only one involved in Elijah's grand scheme.

"This is for you," Klaus said with a grin, as he slid Bonnie a note across the countertop, and she stared at him, with a stone expression, as he eyed her happily. "Oh, go on, open it. You know who it's from," he urged.

Bonnie scoffed, and shook her head as she grabbed the note, while Klaus propped himself up happily in his bar stool.

"I don't care what he has to say," she noted, and Klaus laughed.

"Oh, but of course you do, love. What's so wrong with hearing him out?" he smirked, as he took back a shot of Jameson, and Bonnie sneered. "We can't all be monsters all the time, Bonnie. There's nothing wrong with letting bygones be bygones and giving someone a second chance," he added.

She folded her arms across her chest, and cocked her head.

"And I suppose you want me to pass that message on to Caroline?" she asked bluntly, and Klaus smiled purely.

"No need, but thanks for the offer, love. Caroline... knows what's here, when she's ready to seize it." Bonnie shook her head- what was up with all these Mikaelson men being so goddamn sure of themselves? "Open the damn letter already. You know you want to."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, but she complied with Klaus' suggestion, and unfolded the square sheet of paper, as she read just what Elijah had on his mind this time.

Meet me at the old witch house, tonight, or I burn it down to the ground.

Her jaw dropped, and her eyes shot up to meet Klaus', who was now sipping a glass of scotch on the rocks.

"You better run, sweetheart. My brother does have quite the temper when he doesn't get what he wants."

Bonnie let out a frustrated groan, and plagued Klaus with a quick aneurysm as she jet-setted out of the Grill, and hopped into her car.

Elijah Mikaelson had no idea who he was messing with.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bonnie asked, with a clear rage in her eyes, and Elijah turned around with a serious glare, and a match between his fingers, illuminated with a single flame.

"Just in time," he spoke, as he walked towards her. "I lit your fireplace."

Bonnie began to pace the floor, angrily, and she placed her hands on her hips.

"Y-You were never gonna burn this place down, were you?" she asked, and Elijah looked around the room silently, studying every item that had stood the test of time. "You said that just to get me here, didn't you?"

Elijah sent her a grin, and eyed her, longingly. His eyes didn't hesitate as they rolled up her waist and down her hips, as he rose a brow in appreciation, and she instantly became shy, with embarrassment.

Why was he doing this to her?

She suddenly felt dizzy- extremely light-headed, and confused as she tried to process this. Bonnie finally stopped when she placed both hands on the mantle of the fireplace, never daring to look at him, again.

"You... may be onto something," he confirmed.

The heat from the flames never matched the fire she felt in her veins.

"What are you doing, Elijah?" she asked bluntly. "Why don't you just leave me alone? You found a way to stop Esther- what more do you want?"

Bonnie listened as his footsteps approached her once more, and again, she was chilled right down to her core when he stood right behind her. Bonnie shut her eyes, and she felt his lips come dangerously close to her ear.

"I won't relieve you of this feeling, until you say the words," he whispered smoothly, and her stomach twisted in knots. "You believe that no one is ever looking out for your needs or your desires; but here I am. Tell me what you need- tell me what you desire."

Bonnie was now huffing loudly as she bit her lip, and he continued watching her intently.

He wasn't even touching her- he was being nothing short of a gentleman when it came to physical contact- and she already felt like she was going to explode.

She couldn't let up, or cave in- she just couldn't, she swore.

"I want you to leave me alone, and I desire for you to get the hell out of this town," she said between her teeth, and Elijah laughed humourlessly.

"Admirable. Now, tell the truth, this time."

Truthfully? She wanted him to slam her against the cold stone wall, and make her forget her last name. But that was inappropriate; completely and totally foul.

"What about Elena?" she asked suddenly, suddenly turning to face him. "She's the one you want," Bonnie said coldly, and Elijah's jaw ticked as he contemplated her words, and they stood in silence for a few seconds more.

Bonnie knew the drill as well as Caroline did- guys usually never just "chose" them, without somehow looking at their gorgeous, doe-eyed friend, first. It was just a fact of life, and they learned to deal with it. Bonnie only got lucky when it came to her last relationship, because Jeremy was Elena's brother.

Besides that? She knew better than to compete, like Caroline did, once before. It'd get her nowhere.

"For once, this isn't about Elena," he replied honestly, in that voice that warmed each and every part of her soul. "It's about you, Miss Bennett. Just about you. Please, let me show you my apology is sincere."

Bonnie glared at him silently, and felt the steady drumming her heart against her chest as she inhaled longingly, and exhaled seconds later.

"There is only one thing you can do for me," she said beneath her breath, and Elijah remained quiet, as the intensity between them grew. "Please, just call me Bonnie."

Before a grin could spread to his lips, he was studying her, again, as they stood a mere millimeter away from one another. Elijah watched as the fire grew in her eyes- the fire that she had long lost.

His hands crept up to her face, and his thumbs brushed against her skin, and she shut her eyes as the firm touch of his hands awoke her senses, in each and every way.

He was intoxicating, in every single sense of the word.

She didn't know why, and she didn't know how, but felt something for him- and that something was probably going to be the death of her.

"I don't you exceptionally well, Bonnie, but I don't imagine you to be the type of girl who would... indulge me, so quickly," Elijah said gently.

Bonnie's eyes reopened to meet his.

"How do you know what I'm like?" she mumbled, and Elijah grinned.

"I don't," he assured. "But forgive me for wanting to... do this the right away."

Bonnie looked at him inquisitively.

"The right way?" she asked skeptically, and he smiled admirably.

"You heard me, Miss Benn- Bonnie," he corrected. "Allow me to... charm you, like I know I can. Like I know I will."

Bonnie felt her heart flutter at that; no guy ever wanted to "charm" her, or even win her, for that matter. But she should have expected this from him- she should have known he'd be the one to be different.

"You're confident," she said, and Elijah shrugged softly. "You really think you can make me feel anything other than hate for you?"

"Let's just say I've been around for a number of years... I know a thing or two about... appealing to a woman," Elijah answered and Bonnie bit her lip at that. "And I'm sure you know a thing or two about being a challenge..." he said, as he took her hand into his, and kissed the top of her skin lightly. "Won't you allow me the pleasure of finding out?"

She wanted to scream no; she wanted to tell him this was ridiculous, and that there could never be anything between them, because she hated him, and everything that he was. She wanted to push him away, and make it clear that she was Bonnie-fucking-Bennett, and falling for vampires, or even allowing them to "charm her," was way beyond her realm of what was "okay" in her world.

But there was something about him that was just so irresistable. There was something about him that made her want to throw her pride away, and just feel what he was invoking in her, right now.

There was something about him that made her want to believe; something that made her want to trust him. She needed this; she needed somebody like him.

" This is crazy, I-I should say no," she realized. "After everything that's happened-"

"But you don't want to," Elijah cut in, as he stepped in closer, and her heart stopped. "Say yes to me, Bonnie," he ordered, and she almost melted at his direct order.

She wasn't sure what it was, but she'd always had an infliction for a man who didn't mind putting her in her place.

All her life, Bonnie had been known as the "good girl;" the moralistic one, the judgy one- her name was damn near synonymous with "nice, but boring," and if you looked up "headstrong" in the dictionary, her picture would be under the fucking definition.

She was strong, but innocent. She was confident, but somehow, still the girl who just wasn't "edgy" enough. So, the fact that she preferred a man who could stand his own, and had no issues with being as straight-foward as she could be sometimes may have been a surprise to everyone.

It was, in fact, her best kept secret. And now Elijah would be her next one.

"You're supposed to be leaving town," she added, and Elijah shrugged nonchalantly.

"I am... but I think I just found a reason to stick around for a little while longer. I've issued myself a challenge."

Bonnie scoffed though she wanted to smile.

Before she could find another reason to object, his hand was back at her neck, slowly stroking her skin, and traveling to the area behind her ear.

He looked at her, with what seemed like fascination, as he studied her; studied the way the warm fire bounced off of her mocha flavored skin, and into her mint green eyes.

He was devising a plan- the witch inside of her could sense it in his touch.

"What are you doing?" she finally asked, masking her curiousity with ferociousness, as he licked his lips, contemplatively.

God, he was hot.

"Getting to know you- all of you. I could mindlessly rattle off a bunch of silly questions, Bonnie, but I find no pleasure in that. I find that body language is the quickest way to a being's brain," Elijah said slowly, as his palm ran across her hip.

She gulped. Why didn't his mind simply work like everybody elses?

"Action's speak louder than words," she offered, and his brows furrowed happily.

"I can show you action, Bonnie."

She should have used her powers to predict what was coming next, as his lips were pressed to hers, and she gasped when she felt her back pushed hard against the wall. She wanted to cry out in anger, until she realized her tongue automatically forming with his, in perfect rhythm.

Each breath, each moment, each carress- they were perfectly in sync, and she was absolutely enamored by it all.

She never imagined this- she and Elijah; the idea was downright laughable when she thought about; not that she'd ever thought about it.

But here she was; kissing the "enemy," and moaning against the ear of the "villian," as he trickled his tongue along her neck, and peppered her collar bone with his lips.

Bonnie Bennett didn't do this- she didn't kiss perpetual serial killers in abandoned houses where one hundred of her ancestors burned, as she vowed to avenge them.

She didn't do this, but somehow, she wished she had earlier- because it felt so damn good.

Elijah's kiss was sweet but fierce, and she couldn't help but tremble when their mouths parted, and she placed a shaky finger to her lips. Was this a witch/vampire thing, built on the fact that both creatures were destined to hate one another, yet have so much chemistry?

Or, was Elijah Mikaelson just that good?

She was breathless, for the first time in her life. She yearned to continue, but she fought her mind, internally, against that motion; he wanted to work for it and, hell, she would give him exactly what he wanted.

His fingers stroked through her hair, and her goosebumps rose when he placed one last, longing kiss behind her ear.

"Tomorrow, at 8 P.M. I promise it will be worth it." he whispered.

Bonnie nodded, and felt a gust of wind against her skin, as Elijah disappeared, and she was left standing before the fire, on her own.

She was already in front of the fire, she figured. She might as well be in the line of it.

A/N: Hello, everyone! So, yay or nay? This was my first time writing a fic based not only on these two, but Elijah in general, so I do hope I gave him just the right amount of sexy (because seriously, that man is nothing but sexy, haha). R&R if you enjoyed this & be on the lookout for my new fic that is going to be based on Kol/Bonnie/Damon. I'm excited for it :) Anyway, review!