Missionary. It’s not that Elena doesn’t enjoy other positions or that she’s afraid to explore, but she’s the kind of person who wants a deeper connection. She wants to look into her partners eyes as they fuck, she wants to see the desire and love they have for her. She wants to feel connected in the moment.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Hmmm 🤔 I’d say one of Elena’s turn off would be inflicting pain on other person. She doesn’t mind being hurt sometimes (she thinks she deserves it), but she doesn’t get pleasure from inflicting pain.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
While it isn’t preferable for her - Elena enjoys the privacy and the setting - she can be desperate sometimes, especially if she has been separated from her partner for a while. So if she needs to feel that connection, she’ll want to have sex anyway, even if it has to be quick and they have to be quiet, even if it’s semi-public and risqué (especially so).
So that's where that went. Aurora thought to herself as she watched a rather stunning blonde walk into the party wearing a necklace that Aurora had commissioned. When she'd gone to pick up her piece the jeweler had had no recollection of what had happened to it, much to Aurora's annoyance. He'd promised to remake the piece, but Aurora had not given him the chance.
In the blink of an eye, Aurora was across the room which was no easy feat in panniers that added nearly two feet to the petite red head. "Really Katherine, you saw those emeralds and did not immediately know that they were mine? Or is this meant to be some declaration that your visit is to work against me rather than have a good time?" Aurora whispered. Though her voice was barely audible, she spoke in an older form of German all the same. Katherine would understand her, she knew, but some of the newer vampires, newer friends of Tristan who were undoubtedly lingering outside of the King's party, likely would not know the language.
your portrayal is such a nice break from my dash full of rotten characters. i just love how you stay true to elena's core traits and values, no matter where you take her with your stories. keep doing what you do so well!
How's my portrayal?
Thank you so much! It's always such a pleasure to see you on my dash as well, Elena and Katherine interactions are literally just so unique!
Elena’s not sure when it started, or how she started enjoying it, but she loves it when she’s praised. It’s starts off as a muttered ‘good’ and then ‘good girl’.
It doesn’t just turn her on, it makes her feel loved and cherished. It becomes even more special after her parents are gone, because she feels guilty and responsible. The praises make her feel better, allow her to get lost in the sensation.
And when the praise is coupled with devotion, that makes her go even crazier. She’s lost in the soft lights and the looks and the words.
Chicago was only meant to be a pit stop. But then again, this isn't the first time (and likely won't be the last) that plans have changed to account for Katherine.
Anna props her head up against her palm, looking out her hotel window at Katherine on the street below, charming her way under some poor schmuck's skin. A new age and yet the same old tricks work as well as they always have.
Her mouth is on his neck suddenly. The wind blows the faintest scent of blood Anna'a way. It looks indecent, two bodies pressed up against each other in the back of some building, but only in the way it's supposed to. Anna will give Katherine this, she knows how to make a feasting look pretty.
On the desk beside her, Anna picks up the present she'd prepared for Katherine the second she spotted her blonde hair prancing down the street. She pulls her arm back, aims for a spot on Katherine's back — right between her shoulder blades — then sends her sharp, pointy, wooden gift flying.
It'll be a shame if Katherine's too distracted to catch Anna's fun little surprise.
She freezes by the door as she hears her own voice speak to her. She's exhausted, her legs aching and her eyes burning, the dress she'd worn all afternoon is in a bag she holds. More comfortable in a jeans and henley. For a moment, she wonders if she's hallucinating because of the exhaustion or the fumes, but the girl sitting in her house is wearing different clothes than what she is wearing.
The haze she's in seems to clear the longer she stands by the door, staring at her mirror image. Someone who looks exactly like her.
The thought hits her like a train out of nowhere - it's Katherine.
It's the only explanation, and it is one that makes her want to run. Despite the fear that grows within her however, she's rooted to the spot, unable to move. Katherine is lounging on one of the couches, a book in her lap that she's flipping through almost lazily.
She swallows heavily as she realises that neither Stefan or Damon are here. Nor will they be coming here tonight; John had almost gotten them killed tonight and they need to recuperate.
"Nothing good," she says finally, but she's not sure where she has gathered the courage from. Her insides are thrumming as she stares looks at Katherine. "All I know is what I've heard from Damon and Stefan." She licks her lips nervously as she tries to look around the house, wondering if anyone else is home.
"Why do we look exactly the same?" The question slips out without permission, and she finally moves. She walks across the room on shaking feet, anything but graceful, mostly because she knows that she can't outrun a vampire. Her eyes still sharply take in the room, looking for a wooden stake or some vervain lying around.
There's none she can spot though, other than the necklace she wears.
"And what are you doing here?" She asks once she's close enough to Katherine. It's her house, but Katherine's presence is suffocating enough that she feels like her lungs are being squeezed until she has to fight for every breath. "How did you get in?"
Her heart races at her own question, hoping that Jeremy and Jenna are okay.
