Elijah Mikaelson (agentleman) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-03-29 06:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elijah mikaelson, hayley marshall |
WHO: Elijah and Hayley
WHAT: Breakfast and dream spillover
WHEN: Shortly after his last dream update
WHERE: Elijah's home
STATUS: Complete
RATING: Low
Hayley had spent the night with Elijah, it was nice to just cuddle up and sleep together without the sex. She had too much wine last night with his delicious cooking, so it was agreed she would stay the night. As the sun came slowly filtering in the room, she could woke up with a small yawn, Elijah seems fidgety in his sleep, so she slid out of the bed thinking it was because she was there.
She ended up in the kitchen, coffee was needed for she was a little hungover from the wine and decided she would make him breakfast as a thank you for the night before. She was completely smitten with him, even loved him, but she had yet to admit that yet to him. Humming softly she learned her way around his kitchen to start breakfast.
As she stood at the stove, he stepped up behind her, arms winding around her torso. “The bed is empty,” Elijah advised in her ear, voice low and husky. “And cold. And it is far too early for you to be up and making breakfast.”
Her head crane back to smile at him, “You’re ninja, aren’t you?” she asked because she didn’t hear him enter the kitchen. “You seemed like you were having trouble sleeping, just giving you some space.” Her hip shifted for she could spin around to face him, her hands moved around his neck, “I need some coffee and food, why don’t you go warm the bed back up and I’ll serve breakfast there?” Hayley asked before she leaned up on her toes to kiss him.
“Mmmm, that is very tempting,” he answered. ‘Are you sure you don’t need my help with anything?” He was a wonderful cook, if he did say so himself. But also he knew his way around the kitchen much better than she did. “Your head must be killing you after last night.”
“It does hurt,” she admitted sheepishly, but she smiled, moving her hands down to his chest, “Go,” she told him, “you might cook better than me, but I can cook...some,” she chuckled softly and than pushed him, slightly, “it’s my turn to treat you, so get that tush back in bed! “
He grinned at that, pulling her in to press a lingering kiss to her lips. “Alright, but I expect you there in ten minutes. Or else I shall have to carry you back myself.”
She arched her brow, “Someone bossy in the morning,” she teased, but nodded her head, “I’ll be there shortly.” Not agreeing to his terms, but she would try. Another quick kiss, she pulled away from him, “go back to bed,” she told him with wink as she turned back to the stove.
“Good,” he answered, stepping back with a grin. Heading back into the bedroom, Elijah settled beneath the covers once more, waiting, sense attuned to every movement in the other room.
It didn’t take her long to cook the eggs and toast, she found a tray, putting two cups of coffee, two plates with eggs and toast, she put some strawberry jelly on hers and headed back to his room as she declared “Here I come!”
“Here, let me.” He sat up, holding his hands out for the tray, ready to take it so that she could sit down without worrying about losing balance.
“Nooo,” she told him, but smiled as she let him have it. She then climb in bed with him, leaning over to grab her plate, she was hungry, the toast slide right off and hit the cover, jam smeared as she tried to grab it.
Elijah froze, gaze on the red stain on his coverlet. The tray was set to one side, eyes never leaving the jam as he took a napkin from the tray and began wiping at it. Wiping, then scrubbing in a futile attempt to get rid of the stain.
“Let me go get a rag,” Hayley breathed, her cheeks flushed instantly thinking she had messed up. She slid out of the bed, ran to the kitchen, got a rag, wetted it, and put a little soap on it. When she came back in, watching at Elijah scrubbing at it, “Here,” she said as she came over to his side of the bed, “Let me dap it with this and I’ll go put it in the wash so it won’t set.”
He didn’t respond, still scrubbing until her hand moved in and he grabbed her wrist suddenly, looking up at her. The look in her eyes was the thing that pierced his senses. “It’s okay,” Elijah assured her, though lacking some of the usual warmth in his voice.
Never had he ever touched her like that and her eyes widen in shocked, fear even, something within Hayley clicked and with all her strength, more than she normally has, she yanked her wrist from his grasp. When he tried to assure her that was okay, she stepped back, “I don’t think it is…”
She was scared of him. She didn’t have a reason to be but Elijah was suddenly cognizant of the fact that he was intense, to say the least. “It’s fine,” he insisted. “I’m sorry, Hayley. I didn’t mean….” He didn’t have any clue how to even begin to broach the topic of the dreams with her. They’d been close but in recent dreams they barely spoke. And the repercussions of his mother’s torture still reverberated through him.
A shake of his head. “I’m sorry. Let me just put this in the wash. Before the stain sets.”
“No, not, it’s fine,” she shook her head, her head hurting a little more with how loud everything has become. “Of course,” she waved her hand, “please do, I don’t want it to stain.” She moved to lift the tray, figuring she’d take it back to the kitchen so they could eat there. Hayley needed to leave soon anyways for she could get ready for work.
Stripping the bed, putting stain remover on the jam, setting it to soak...it all helped Elijah feel more himself. And as he moved to the kitchen, he paused in the doorway. “I should apologize. I am...out of sorts….” Never mind that he’d been okay up until that point.
“It is nothing you did, Hayley. Believe me.”
Her eyes blinked, things were coming in sharper, “It’s fine,” she told him softly, “still a little hungover,” but she wasn’t anymore, which was strange… “I should get going, I have a class to teach first thing this morning.”
“Of course.” Typically this is where he would have leaned in to kiss her but something told him that she wouldn’t appreciate it at that particular point.
“I’ll call you later.”
She nodded her head, paused cause this would be the moment they kissed, but this seemed so strange. “Yeah,” she offered a smile, less brighter than normally, “call me.” She slid by him to dress quickly and than grab her keys so she could head home to freshen up for work.
Elijah sat down rather heavily. This was a mess. He only hoped their relationship could be salvaged still. If he could ever get his emotions under control, that was.