Dark Times X Elijah Mikaelson FF |OC|

Chapter IX

"I hope you're not going to cook the pasta. Please tell me you're not going to cook the pasta." Elizabeth said as she walked downstairs. After the little incident in the hallway, Elijah gave her one of his shirts and some pants. It was fun to see her like that, her little figure in such a outfit but Elijah thought she's cute. What can we say, he had a weakness for her.

"Why? You don't like pasta?" Elijah asked while he stood in the kitchen. The sleeves of his shirt was rolled up his elbow and the tie was no longer on his neck as before, she was gently run down but not completely gone. "I asked first." With that sentence, she walked pass Elijah and sat on the kitchen unit. She's been doing this since she was a little, every time someone cooked something, whether it was her mother, grandma or now Elijah, she had a need to sit there and watch his every move.

"I do not." He gave her a simple answer. From her look, it was clear that she was really glad that Elijah didn't cook the pasta and she gave him a gentle smile. "Good, I'm really sick of pasta."

"Sick of pasta? You sure your human being?" Elijah made fun of her. For that, she hit him gently in the shoulder, but he doesn't stop smiling. "Well, it have a simple reason. For me to be sick of pasta." This time she said 'pasta' with a really big disgust.

Elijah just laughed about it again and walked over to her. His hands were leaning against the kitchen unit, just so Elizabeth could be between his shoulders. "Oh yeah? And what's that?" He did that small lick-lip and he watched her next move.

Elizabet cleared her throat and gently tilted her head upwards so that her gaze was focused only on his eyes and not his lips. "Yeah-" she put her hand on his chest "but now step away or I will not tell you." At the last word, she gave him an insidious smile and gently shoved him.

"Okay, well, if you want me to cook, you can't be here. You're distracting me too much." He made a gesture with his hands to let her know she was supposed to leave the kitchen. "Fair enough." She jumped down from kitchen unit and walked past him. "You know, you should definitely stop licking your lips, it's too much..." Liz couldn't finish the sentence. She didn't know how.

"Too much, what?" He tested her by licking his lips again. "Never mind." She let it go and walked through the living room where she sat on the couch. "The pasta thing Bess. I want it know." Elijah shouted from the kitchen. Liz was just smiling when she heard what nickname he gave her. It was really nice and it made her blush.

"It's just when you're visiting someone, you usually eating pasta, when you're on a date, most of the time you're cooking pasta, your kid's hungry, the first food comes in your mind is pasta. You watching a movie and what they eat most often? Answer is pasta. I'm just really sick of pasta being everywhere and it's not even that good food." said Elizabeth.

Elijah was definitely surprised by her response, expecting something like 'I don't like pasta because when I was a little girl my grandmother made me eat them all holidays' and definitely not the answer which Elizabeth gave him.

"Well you have a point, I have to admit, but being sick just because it's everywhere? You sure there's not other reason?" Elijah smiled for himself in the kitchen, becoming more and more enchanted by the girl.

"No other reason, just this." Liz lay down and put her legs up at the top of the couch. In her head, she were still playing that little incident in the hallway, along with how close they were a while ago, and what nickname Elijah use for her. It all seemed so incredible to her that she didn't know what to do. Or what to think about it to be more clear.

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"You know why I feel really bad?" Elizabeth spoke as she put another piece of food in her mouth. "Tell me." Elijah drank wine for a change. "It's because I really like you, a lot. But I can't let myself do anything because I feel like you have someone who's waiting for you. And if your memories come back to you and you will remember everything, there's only a slight chance you'll want to stay here with me, and believe me, if you left, it would really hurt me." Elizabeth stabbed her look in the floor.

With these words, Elijah stood up and walked over to her. He turned the chair around to face her and kneeled on the ground so their eyes could meet.

"Bess, you can't doing this to yourself. What if there's no one? Just me and no one else. Why we can't live like this? I want you to be by my side, okay? Not anyone else. Just you. And if you're worried about my past, there's nothing to be worried about. Trust me. Even if I remembered, I certainly wouldn't leave you. You have my word."

The last words that came out of Elijah's mouth made Elizabeth look at him. Why didn't he just use words like 'I promise'? Why did he used 'you have my word'? Elizabeth seemed strange about how he used those words, of course it meant the same thing, but it sounded so different. This sounded like he was serious and he wouldn't break his promise. It sounded like she should trust him in this. And she did.

She stood up from her chair and leaned over him. Elijah gave her a look and she took a few steps to get even closer. He followed her every move. Her hands soon found themselves in his hair and they didn't even realise it and their lips were already touching each other.

His soft lips touched her', and his hands was already on her' hips. The kiss didn't last long but the feeling Elizabeth had about it was indescribable. Butterflies all over her belly. She definitely didn't want it to end so soon.

Elijah stood up from the ground but even though he was already standing on straight feet his hands did not leave her hips. She give him a little smile. "Did it feels wrong?" He asked her almost a whisper. However, Liz's eyes couldn't leave his lips and therefore she was unable to answer him verbally, just shook her head in disapproval.

"Good." He said, and this time he leaned in. His left hand held her chin gently raised so he wouldn't have such a problem kissing her and his lips again met her'. The feeling of how they both worked together, how their lips moved slowly, that feeling was indescribable. Something they both needed to feel without knowing about that need.

Moments later, his other hand found itself on her face and she gave him a small bite in his lower lip. The kiss was so much longer then the first one and not only longer but also nicer, he was full of passion but at the same time gentle.

It feels so right for both of them.

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