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Truth or Dare?

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

You find yourself at a party you don't really want to be at. You meet the Mikaelson siblings and a game of truth or dare unfolds, revealing your secret and sparking a connection that changes the course of the night.

~HumanAU where the Mikaelsons are all 20-25ish. It just makes more sense that way... Because why would old-ass vampires be at a college party?~

5k words - Warnings: drinking, praise, oral sex, loss of virginity, Kol and Klaus being immature.

You weren't quite sure what prompted you to attend this party; typically, you preferred the comfort of home. Maybe it was the monotony of spending too much time within the familiar walls of your apartment, and your instincts nudged you towards a change of scenery.

However, upon arrival, the desire to leave struck you immediately. The music was terrible and too loud, and the stench of sweat and alcohol was overpowering. And most importantly, your confidence was lacking. You didn't know anyone and weren't really sure why you wanted to attend in the first place.

So, naturally, you did what you always do at these uncomfortable events: drink.

The tequila was the only thing keeping your sanity intact, and by your fourth shot, you felt yourself loosen up. Your inhibitions were lowered, and a warm buzz settled in the pit of your stomach.

You wandered into the living room, sitting down on the sofa with a group of people, they all seemed to know each other and were engaged in a conversation you didn't follow. But that was okay, the liquor made everything easier.

"Hi, I haven't seen you around here before, what's your name?" Said a pretty blonde woman with a kind smile.

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." You introduced yourself, shaking her hand.

"I'm Rebekah, and this is my boyfriend Marcel, and my brother's Elijah and Kol." She said, gesturing to each man in turn.

Marcel and Kol appeared pleasant, but Elijah was another matter entirely. The moment your gaze locked with his, you felt captivated. He wasn't just handsome; he was stunning. His warm, soft eyes and the way he smiled made your stomach flutter.

As Rebekah spoke about something, you struggled to concentrate, Elijah was a distraction you couldn't look away from. He could tell, and his knowing smirk made your cheeks redden. You quickly averted your gaze and looked at Rebekah. She didn't seem to have noticed the exchange between you and her brother, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

Another man walked into the living room, holding a bottle of bourbon and a few glasses. He had blonde curly hair, and the same mischievous twinkle in his eye as Kol.

"Move over Kol, you are in my spot," he said, plopping down onto the sofa next to him. He started pouring the drinks before looking up and noticing you.

"Who are you? I don't believe we have met, love."

"She's a new friend, Nik." Rebekah interrupted before you could answer.

"It's a pleasure." He said with a devilish grin, you could tell he was trouble.

As the conversation continued, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable. Everyone was friendly, and although you didn't contribute much, they were all very welcoming.

"Okay, I'm bored, let's play a game!" Rebekah suggested, looking around the circle.

"Let's play truth or dare," Kol suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

"That's a bit juvenile, isn't it?" Elijah asked, and Kol glared at him.

"Come on, Elijah. You are no fun, live a little." Rebekah piped up, and Elijah shrugged, agreeing.

"Okay, Klaus, truth or dare?" Rebekah asked.

"Dare," he replied, taking a swig of bourbon.

"Okay, I dare you to..." she trailed off, trying to think of an appropriate dare. "Send a nude pic to that girl, uh- Cami."

"Already did that today, dear sister," Klaus replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink.

Rebekah rolled her eyes at her brother's behavior. "I thought you were classier than that," she teased.

"It was at her request," He answered with a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. “I can send her another one if you want,” he offered with a grin.

"I'm good, thanks," Rebekah responded with a laugh.

Klaus called on Marcel, "Truth or dare, Marcellus,"

"Dare, always." Marcel responded, a challenging smirk tugging at his mouth.

"Okay," Klaus chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "I dare you to moon whoever comes into the living room next,"

"Challenge accepted." He replied, cracking a grin, and raising his glass in a toast.

A poor unsuspecting party goer got more than he bargained for when Marcel dropped his trousers and mooned him when they wandered into the room. He yelled in horror and ran out as the living room erupted with laughter.

"Okay, my lovely girl, truth or dare?" Marcel asked, kissing Rebekah on the cheek.

"Truth." She smiled back.

"Where was the craziest place you have had sex," he said, unable to control his laughter.

"I rather not know that," Kol interjected, shuddering visibly,

"Relax," Rebekah laughed. "I always keep it classy, unlike Nik over there."

She pondered the question for a moment.

"In a pool," She finally answered with a sly smile.

"Spectacular, I love learning about my siblings sex lives," Elijah muttered sarcastically under his breath, clearly irritated by the games.

You didn't like them either, you couldn't relax and enjoy the fun. If they asked you any questions about your sex life, or lack of one, your shame and embarrassment would swallow you whole.

"It's your turn dear, truth or dare?" Rebekah asked, breaking you out of your inner musings.

"Oh um, dare," You answered, you didn't feel brave enough to choose truth.

"I dare you to uh—kiss who you find most attractive here,"

Your face flushed and your heart leapt into your chest. You studied them all closely, and while all four men were very handsome, there was only one who made your pulse race and your body tremble.

You slowly leaned in and pressed your lips to Elijah's cheek, he smelled like pine trees and a hint of cologne. His skin was soft and warm against your lips, and he turned slightly, making your mouth graze the corner of his. Your face reddened, and you pulled away.

"Is that the best you can do, darling?" Kol interjected.

"Leave her be, Kol," Elijah responded, a faint smile pulling at his mouth.

"I think she should have to go again, a kiss on the cheek doesn't count," Klaus responded.

Embarrassment surged through your chest, intensifying the urge to flee the room. The alcohol heightened every emotion, amplifying the unpleasant feelings of humiliation.

"I'm not going to make her kiss anyone," Rebekah insisted, growing annoyed.

"This is supposed to be fun," Marcel agreed, and Kol rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his drink.

"Then do a truth instead," Kol insisted, unwilling to let it drop. "I would like to know her secrets."

"Fine, truth." You whispered, and the entire room grew quiet, everyone eager to learn more about the mysterious newcomer.

"How many people have you been with?" Rebekah asked, voice sympathetic, she was trying to go easy on you, not knowing about the secret you were holding inside.

"Uh...I... Uhm.." you stammered.

"Come on, either you haven't kept track of the number or there isn't one at all," Klaus chimed in, nudging Kol with his shoulder and snickering.

"There isn't a number." You whispered, your face warm from embarrassment.

"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean," Kol asked, looking back and forth at his siblings, before his gaze landed on yours, confusion written all over his face.

"Shut up Kol!" Rebekah chided, looking at you apologetically.

"She's a virgin, you idiotic git, leave her alone," Klaus mumbled under his breath, sipping from his burbon and ignoring the nasty look that Kol sent his way.

The silence in the room was deafening, the shock on their faces was almost comical. They didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but the humiliation and shame was overwhelming. You felt like a freak, your face was flushed, and the tears were threatening to spill over.

Marcel cleared his throat awkwardly, he tried to give you a reassuring smile, but he didn't seem to know what to say.

"Well," He stated, interrupting the silence. "It's your turn to ask Kol," He smiled at you, hoping it would ease your embarrassment.

You contemplated leaving but knew you'd draw even more attention to yourself. You decided to use this chance to get back at Kol.

"I dare you to go out into the backyard, strip naked and yell at the top of your lungs that you love Nik,"

"Ooh, she is ruthless," Klaus exclaimed, laughing, the alcohol had loosened him up.

"But you're my brother, I can't." He argued.

"It's the rules," Klaus chimed in.

Kol reluctantly agreed, and the six of you made your way outside. It was dark, and no one was back there, it would be easy for him to complete the dare and not get caught.

"I hope someone is out here and hears this," You giggled, enjoying watching Kol squirm.

He removed his clothes and stood naked in the yard, yelling at the top of his lungs,

"I love you, Niklaus."

He returned to the house, and his siblings howled with laughter, and you had tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I hate you all," He muttered, and they continued to tease him.

Kol gave you a glare, and Elijah was looking at you intently, a smile playing upon his face. Kol looked back and forth between the two of you, before his signature grin spread back across his face.

"Elijah's turn," he announced.

"Dare," his older brother challenged him with a cold stare.

"Oooh, yes," Kol rubbed his hands together, excited to see what he would come up with.

"I dare you to take her upstairs, and pop her little cherry."

"KOL!" Elijah yelled, growing angry.

Rebekah smacked his arm and Elijah glared at his younger brother with his dark brown eyes, shooting daggers.

"No, nope, not okay." Marcel interjected, not enjoying the uncomfortable shift of energy that had taken place around the room.

You had enough of their teasing, it was too much. You jumped to your feet, tears stinging the back of your eyes, and you started toward the front door.

"Wait, where are you going?" Rebekah called after you.

"Home, it's late and I have to work tomorrow," You lied, not wanting them to know how hurt and humiliated you were.

"I'm sorry, darling, I was just teasing," Kol said, his face had fallen and his expression was one of genuine regret.

"It's fine," you said, trying to hide the quiver in your voice.

"Wait, I'll drive you," Elijah insisted, getting up.

"No, it's okay, I will walk, the fresh air will be nice," You assured him, not wanting to prolong this any further.

"Please, let me walk you, it's no trouble," Elijah said, offering his arm.

Kol and Klaus shared a glance, smirking at each other.

You reluctantly agreed and took his arm, feeling the heat rise to your face. He was a perfect gentleman and a welcomed distraction from the pain of their teasing.

"Have fun brother," Klaus said, winking at his older brother, who rolled his eyes, leading you outside.

Once the door was closed, the tears began to flow. You tried to wipe them away, not wanting him to see how much their teasing had affected you.

"Ignore him, he is a fool." He said, placing his hand over yours.

"I'm fine, really," You said, unconvincingly.

"No, you are not," he insisted, handing you a handkerchief from his pocket. He took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Thank you, Elijah." You said, dabbing at the corners of your eyes.

You walked in silence for a while, hand in hand, the warm breeze tickling your faces. His presence was calming, and he seemed to have an innate sense of empathy, picking up on your mood.

"May I ask you something?" He inquired, breaking the silence.

"Of course," You agreed, glancing at him, trying to gauge his expression.

"Why haven't you been with anyone? Surely you could have your choice of men." He asked, his voice curious, not judgmental.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

"I-I uh... well..." you trailed off, unsure of how to answer his question.

"Please, don't be embarrassed," He insisted, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

"It's just— I haven't had the opportunity, and well— no one has ever asked," You said, biting your lip, a wave of nervousness washing over you.

"No one has ever asked, or you have not allowed anyone to?" He inquired, gazing into your eyes, his expression kind and understanding.

"Both, I guess." You shrugged, a sad smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Also..."

You were internally debating on whether or not to tell him the real reason, he was a stranger, after all. But there was something about him that put you at ease.

"I've never had an orgasm," you confessed, not daring to meet his gaze.You stared down at the ground, feeling mortified.

Elijah chuckled softly, and you could feel the tears stinging your eyes again. You were ready to bolt when he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to his side.

"You are so sweet, and beautiful. I think you are overthinking things." He said, rubbing your arm soothingly.

Perhaps he was right, maybe that was the problem. Maybe it was the stress that kept you from enjoying yourself.

You arrived at the entrance to your building, and turned to face him, feeling shy.

"Thank you for walking me home," You said, biting your lip, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"It was my pleasure," He said, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it gently.

You felt a rush of heat flood through you and you knew this was an opportunity you couldn't let go to waste. You leaned forward and gently pressed your lips to his, your hands trembling as you touched his chest.

"I'm sorry," you breathed, breaking the kiss. "This was stupid of me, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-”

He cut you off, gently guiding the back of your neck and pulling you close, kissing you deeply. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your head was spinning. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He felt so nice and warm, his body pressing against yours. His lips were soft, and he tasted sweet. You let out a soft sigh, melting into his touch.

He broke the kiss, looking down at you with hooded eyes, and a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to come upstairs?" You breathed, looking up at him.

"Very much so," He murmured, before kissing you again.

You led him into the building, and up the stairs, to the small one bedroom apartment that you rented. You unlocked the door and stepped inside, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest.

He followed you in, his eyes wandering around the room, taking everything in. You stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, unsure of what to do or say.

"This is a nice place," He remarked, walking around the small space.

"Thanks, it's not much, but it's home,"

He nodded and walked over to the couch, sitting down and patting the seat next to him.

You sat down, your legs shaking slightly. He smiled at you, taking your hand and squeezing it gently.

"Now, tell me what's wrong," he coaxed, stroking your cheek with his thumb, his eyes filled with concern.

"I'm just nervous," You admitted, your face growing hot.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You relaxed into him, letting out a soft sigh. He kissed you slowly and gently, his hands wandering to your waist.

"Come here," He whispered, pulling you onto his lap, straddling his legs.

You could feel his arousal growing between your legs, his hardness pressing against your inner thigh. It made your heart race, you were so nervous, but you wanted this.

"You are so soft," He murmured, his hands wandering down your sides, cupping your ass and squeezing gently.

Elijah sensed your unease, running his hands down your arms soothingly. Leaving soft kisses on your neck and cheek. His sweetness and tenderness, and him allowing you time and space to adjust was a huge relief.

It's just sex, and you were attracted to him, physically and mentally. The gentle way in which he held you was just making you fall further. You began to unbutton his shirt, pushing it back off his shoulders and taking in the sight of him. You traced your fingers down his firm chest, feeling the heat pool between your thighs.

Elijah let out a quiet laugh, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. You looked up at him sheepishly, your cheeks burning.

"Did I do something funny?" You asked, uncertain if you had missed out on an inside joke or failed to do something correctly.

"I've just never been undressed so delicately, like I was a piece of glass. Most women tend to go straight for the button and zipper,"

You smiled shyly, suddenly self conscious of your actions.

"But this is nice, very... gentle," he assured you, pressing his lips to yours.

His fingers traced the hem of your top, trailing against your stomach. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned, your head spinning.

"Can I undress you?" He asked, breaking the kiss.

You nodded, blushing furiously. He smiled and slowly pulled your top over your head. Your body was wracked with nerves and trembles. He moved your hair over your shoulder and left a trail of soft, open mouthed kisses, starting at your jaw and working his way down your throat.

His hands wandered to the clasp of your bra, his eyes finding yours in silent permission. He gently unfastened it, exposing your breasts. You felt a wave of embarrassment roll through you.

"Such beautiful curves," he mumbled, his mouth brushing your ear, taking one nipple between his fingers and rolling it gently. Your breath hitched in your throat, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"You like that?" he asked, his hand finding your other breast, capturing one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking gently.

You tilted your head back, moaning softly. He hummed in approval, his hand running down your side, slowly working its way underneath your skirt, rubbing you through your panties.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" He asked, his lips brushing your ear, his hand teasing you.

"Umm... Yeah, once, I didn't cum though," You admitted, feeling your body growing hot.

"Mmm," he hummed, his fingers brushing your clit through the thin fabric. Your hips jerked involuntarily, a soft moan escaping your lips.

Your nerve endings were buzzing, his touch sending bolts of pleasure throughout your body. You were squirming against him, desperate for more.

"We should move to the bedroom," he suggested. "I'd like to take my time with you, properly,"

His words send a bolt of heat through you, you're nearly trembling with desire. Elijah chuckled and picked you up, carrying you bridal style to the small room.

"The door on the left," You whispered, as he kicked the bedroom door open, and set you on the bed.

He stood before you, eyes wandering hungrily, devouring the sight of you laid out, practically naked before him.

He shed his clothing, his hands quickly reaching for his belt buckle, sliding his pants off, and discarding them.

You couldn't help but stare, his body was impeccable, his skin flawless, like it had been sculpted from stone. He was perfect. You could feel your cheeks burning, he had caught you gawking. You swallowed hard and quickly removed the rest of your own clothes, leaving you just in your panties, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable.

He kissed you deeply, his warm hands wandering all over your body. You relaxed into the mattress, finally beginning to calm your mind, and trust him to give you pleasure.

He positioned your pillows against the headboard, so that you could lay back comfortably. He took your hand and guided it down, tracing against the fabric of your panties, sliding it beneath the cotton barrier and making contact.

"Always start slow and easy. Let yourself get worked up," his voice was low, his breath hot against your ear.

Elijah placed his hand over yours, guiding you to carefully rub your clit, coaxing gentle gasps out of you as you became more sensitive.

"Now, rub soft, and slow circles. Light pressure, tease it out. Be patient."

You did as you were told, a deep moan escaping your lips. It felt so nice. Warm heat spread through your core and your skin prickled all over, your hips started to roll against your own touch, chasing the newfound pleasure.

"That's it, just like that. You're doing so good,"

You could feel a low burn in your core, your muscles becoming tight, a sense of relief inching closer to you. Your breath began to become ragged and quick. Elijah held you firmly, reassuring you, whispering praise and compliments, his lips exploring your neck and shoulder.

Your hips rocked and bucked into your own fingers as you touched yourself, moaning deeply. Your thighs begin to quake, and your climax hit hard and fast. A euphoric feeling spread through your limbs, your entire body tingling. Elijah captured your lips in his own, swallowing your soft cries, a smile painted upon his face.

When your high began to ebb, and you were finally able to find coherent words, you looked up into his dark eyes, still trembling slightly.

"You really did come here to fix all my problems, huh?" You said playfully.

"I couldn't bear the thought of leaving such a beautiful woman unfulfilled,"

His response made your heart flutter and you couldn't keep yourself from giggling. You kissed him softly, relishing the sweet tenderness of his kiss.

"Can you..." You trailed off, blushing furiously.

He gave you a knowing smile, kissing his way down your body, making you tremble. His fingers hooked beneath your panties, pulling them down your legs and discarding them, leaving you bare beneath him. You looked down, a heady mix of nerves, fear, and desire making your stomach knot.

You felt the mattress shift, his body adjusting between your thighs, his warm hands pressing them open.

"Elijah..." you whispered.

His eyes gazed at your now fully exposed self. He wasn't just hungry, or ravenous, he was soft, admiring, appreciating your form.

"Gorgeous," he cooed.

Before you could argue, protest his opinion of your body, his tongue grazed across your clit, drawing a deep groan from the depths of your being.

He made a quiet sound, pleased with the taste, the feel of you and the knowledge that you'd allowed him the privilege to experience you this way. You trembled beneath him, your entire body aching, melting into the pleasure he brought. His nose bumped against your clit as he drove his tongue in and out.

Your hands went to the back of his head, tugging on his hair desperately. He pulled his mouth away, leaving a mess of wetness in his wake. His finger circled your entrance, teasing the opening, as he licked and sucked on your clit.

"Does that feel good?" He hummed, his finger continuing the motion, but not quite pushing in yet.

You nodded, panting, grinding your hips towards his hand, feeling greedy and lusty and out of control. Elijah responded by easing his two fingers slowly inside. He didn't break eye contact with you, reading your responses and adapting to it.

His lips were glistening, his skin was flush and his eyes dark with desire, completely intoxicated by the neediness, by the sounds and sights of you falling apart. You wanted more, but you felt overwhelmed and overcome and unable to cope with the flood of sensations.

He pulled out, sucking gently on your clit, before sinking his fingers back inside, drawing out a deep moan from you.

"Such a sweet sound," He whispered, the praise rolling through your mind and straight to your core.

You felt the now familiar tightening of your muscles as his pace increased, your body rocking against him. You let out a low moan, coming completely undone under his attention, riding his face shamelessly, all the while he seemed to soak up every sound, movement, and whimper.

You slumped back, attempting to catch your breath, your vision a little blurry, still tingling pleasantly from your release. You looked down at Elijah, you made a mess of his hair, and you could swear his cheeks were rosy, a pinkish tinge spread through his face and neck. You couldn't hold in a breathy giggle.

"Holy shit," you laughed, covering your face.

Elijah made his way back up, leaning over you, capturing your lips in a slow, soft, passionate kiss. Your hands ran over his chest as you moaned softly. He smelled and tasted like sex. You wrapped your legs around him and pressed your hips forward, wanting more, wanting all of him.

You broke apart, panting lightly as you looked into his beautiful brown eyes, that were reflecting the same feelings. He gave you a crooked smile that made your heart skip a beat.

Your hands wandered down his torso and you brushed your fingertips over his boxers, dipping below the waist band. You felt nervous, having never touched a man before, but he felt nice in your hands. You wrapped your fingers around his erection, feeling the warm weight of him in your palm.

He exhaled deeply, resting his forehead against yours. His pupils dilated, and his brow knit together, eyes heavy with desire. You had found yourself in a position in which you felt empowered by his reactions.

"You have to tell me what you like," You whispered shyly, your lips inches from his, stroking him slowly.

"I like you," He said softly. You could tell from his tone of voice and how he moved beneath your touch, that the meaning of his words was sincere. He was charming, a little intimidating, but something about his energy had put your worries and anxieties to rest.

"Elijah?" You looked at him innocently, rubbing your thumb over the slit, feeling the precum gather on the pad of your finger. You gently stroked the swollen tip, earning a soft moan.

"Will you please fuck me?"

His eyes snapped to yours, dark and lustful. It sent a thrill of desire through you, making your whole body warm. You continued to stroke his hard length, and he let out a low groan. He leaned back and removed his boxers, giving you a full view of him.

You blushed furiously at the sight, he was bigger than you expected. You took a deep breath, looking back up at him, eyes filled with a question. He smirked, understanding perfectly, and pulled you close, his lips colliding with yours in a heated kiss.

"Lie back for me darling," he whispered in your ear. You did as you were instructed, placing yourself comfortably on the bed, your heart threatening to pound out of your chest.

Elijah gave you one last kiss and pulled a condom out of his pocket, ripping it open. He rolled the sheath down his length, and grabbed a pillow, placing it under your hips to raise you slightly.

You watched him, in awe of how your night unfolded. Never could have anticipated how comfortable you would feel so exposed and naked with Elijah, a practical stranger. And you didn't want him to be a stranger, not after this.

He situated himself between your legs, his hand wrapping around the base of his erection. He positioned the tip at your entrance, slowly pushing inside, his other hand caressing your cheek.

"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, his thumb running along your bottom lip.

A deep groan escaped you. He was stretching you out, his cock just breaching the entrance of your cunt. Your hands moved to his shoulders, clinging to him tightly, breathing rapidly, trying not to panic.

He paused, his lips ghosting over yours. He peppered soft kisses all over your face and neck, murmuring praise and compliments.

"You're doing so well, sweet girl. So good. Relax for me, relax,"

His words were soothing, and you melted into the bed, relaxing around him. He moved slowly, rocking his hips a bit further with each small thrust. He was patient and sweet. So sweet. He peppered your neck, throat and mouth with soft kisses, he took his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers together, his thumbs rubbing the skin soothingly.

Once you adjusted, he felt perfect inside of you, every stroke bringing you closer to the edge.His pelvis rubbing against your clit and hitting you exactly where you needed. His body weight covered you, keeping you safe, and making your legs weak. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, dizzying, euphoric, perfect.

"So sweet, so soft," He whispered, grunting and thrusting slow and deep.

His words stoked the flames in you, making your hips meet him with his thrusts. It felt better than you ever could have dreamed. You rocked with him, a steady rhythm building, a symphony of gasps, moans, and breaths mingling together.

He pressed his forehead against yours, locking eyes. Both of you taking the moment, connecting with each other, hearts racing and breathing shaky as the intensity and passion overtook you.

It didn't take long; he felt amazing. Soon, another wave of heat washed over you, crashing down on your trembling body. You pressed your lips to his as you came, muffling a deep moan, dragging your nails down his back, crying out as the sensation rocked through you.

His climax quickly followed, his body tensing and he let out a grunt and stilled his hips as your highs started to ebb and come down. You nuzzled into him, stroking your fingers down his spine, melting into his touch as he held you close.

He met your eyes, a sweet and sated smile on his face, making your insides melt. You traced your fingers along his cheekbones as his lips met yours softly. It was tender, a kiss conveying the things that couldn't be said with words.

Elijah pressed his lips to your temple, a sweet gesture that made your heart swell before he slowly untangled himself, moving to dispose of the condom. You stretched out, enjoying the tingling throughout your body, and the pleasant exhaustion settling in.

When he returned, he laid back down beside you, pulling the blanket over both of you and pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, a gentle reminder that he was real.

You woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee brewing. You put on a large shirt, and made your way into the kitchen where you found Elijah, cooking what appeared to be french toast. The sight and scent stirred both hunger and a fluttering in your stomach.

It took you a moment to register what transpired the night before, but once you did, your cheeks were hot. Elijah glanced up, giving you a warm smile, nearly causing your legs to give way. Setting the pan aside, he approached, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Good morning," His voice rasped and you smiled.

"Good morning Elijah, thank you. For, um," you struggled to finish your sentence, his dark brown eyes sending butterflies swarming in your stomach.

Elijah only nodded and reached up, cupping your face, stroking his thumbs along your cheeks and tucking a loose hair behind your ear. Your head leaned into his touch, so gentle and tender and caring.

"Truth or dare?" He asked, catching you by surprise.

"Truth," you decided, allowing a playful smile to grace your lips.

"Will you let me take you to dinner?" he inquired.

Your smile widened, and your heart quickened. This, you realized, was the most wonderful game of truth or dare you had ever played.

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