FIREBALL
Short sequel of: 1, 2, 3 Cha Cha Cha …
Fan Fiction
Alternate Universe / Alternate Human
The stars:
Caroline & Klaus
Elijah & Katherine
Also featuring:
Bonnie & Kol / Rebekah & Matt / Camille & Marcel
Kai Parker
Special Guest:
Lucinda Constella Lydia Maria Rodriguez!
Chapter 1
"Fifty Shades of Lucinda!"
Writer's note: Take into good consideration that this fan fiction is a "short" sequel of the story "1, 2, 3 Cha Cha Cha". I highly suggest to all the readers to go read the first fan fiction before starting this one.
I dedicate this first chapter to my friend Melissa; who had to go through difficult and sad time at the end of the year 2016; I hope this will put a smile back on your face, sweetie.
Five years later …
"Lucinda!" The loud call vibrated through the walls of the mansion; reaching the upper level in continuous echoes. "Where is this devil woman hiding now?"
"Why is papa yelling at you this time, Lucinda?" Sylvia asked, raising her dark chocolate eyes at the Spanish maid; her short legs swinging under the chair placed in front of her pink desk, where a brand new laptop was lying on the desktop. Expensive gifts that Senora Katherine had scold Senor Elijah for days for buying it to the twin girls!
"Mm… I couldn't say what is it this time around; Senorita Sylvia." Lucinda shrugged, jaunty; while braiding the long dark and lustrous brown hair of one of the twins. They had the beauty of their mother that was a true fact!
"What did you do this time, Lucinda? Put pepper in his coffee again?" Sophia giggled, hiding her laughter behind her little right hand; before lying on one of the twin beds to watch her sister and the Spanish woman working at the said task.
"Dios! Senora Sophia that was a casualty! The pepper box had fallen from the top shelf into the coffee machine…" She rectified the steps of the story.
"The new coffee machine that papa had just bought." Sylvia added the important information.
"Si! But, how was I supposed to know that this would happen?" Lucinda shrugged, once more; winking playfully at the young girl. The twins had both turned five this year … Time was flying way too fast!
"Papa said that it cost him a fortune to have the machine fixed." Sylvia (the practical one) replied, with a nod. "But then Mama said that papa forgave you and would be sad if you weren't living with us."
"Don't move your head, Chiquita, or I won't be able to bread your hair the right way." Lucinda scolded her.
"I think you forgot a lot Sylvia; Mama had to rush papa into the emergency because he wouldn't stop coughing. He was blowing pepper through his nose!" Sophia (the playful one) commented; her laughter filling the bedroom.
"Dios! This is a good moment to remember!" Lucinda shook her head, a large grin spreading on her lips, before a discreet laugh could escape her throat.
"Are you laughing because of papa, Lucinda?" Sylvia questioned; raising her smiling and beautiful face at the maid.
"Si! But let this be our little secret Chiquita!" The maid winked, playfully; tying a pink ribbon at the tip of the braid. "Now señoritas it's time for you to go eat your breakfast!"
"Thank you for our braids, Lucinda! We love you!" They both exclaimed, enthusiastically; jumping from their sitting and lying positions to go rush toward the exit of the room; before bumping into their father, Elijah Mikaelson, over the threshold.
"Papa!" They both saluted, jumping around him; each gripping one of his legs. "You're here…You're truly here!"
"I'm here girls!" He blessed the top of their heads of kisses.
"Dios… He's here!" Lucinda mumbled to herself, keeping her back turned to his sight while gesturing a cross sign in front of her chest. She knew too well what would follow his appearance in the room!
"Look at the beautiful braids Lucinda made for us?" Sophia showed her father; raising them both in her hands.
"She even put pink ribbons on them!" Sylvia commented, joyfully.
"Yes, I see them alright!" Elijah responded under clenched teeth. "It seem "pink" is Lucinda's color theme of the week!" He added, dryly; clenching a crumpled silk shirt in his right hand. "Now, go downstairs in the kitchen your mother will join you soon."
"O.K. papa… But while we're gone be nice to Lucinda!" Sophia rose her head, scolding him with a risen finger of her right hand, while the left was firmly placed on her hip. This one had her father attitude for sure!
"Aren't I always nice to Lucinda?" He addressed a large smile to both of his daughters. "Mm? Lucinda is part of the family, no?"
"It is "argumentative", would you say Sylvia?" Sophia questioned, turning her head to glance at her twin sister.
"I agree. I would say that it is highly "debatable" Sophia." Sylvia agreed with a nod, over the narrowed sight of their father.
"Who thought you those big words?" He questioned, with a rose eyebrow.
"But it's you papa!" They both giggled behind their little hands; while noticing Lucinda who was trying to silence them, without their father' knowledge, with a wave of her right hand.
"You both think it's funny?" He questioned, with a drier tone of voice; arms now crossed in front of his chest. "Would you still think it's funny if I was granting you for a week of desserts?"
"No, papa!" Both little girls stopped laughing, shaking their heads simultaneously.
"Now move or I'll kick both of your bottoms, and it won't be "debatable"!" He grabbed their heads, swirling both of his daughters on their feet; before pushing them toward the corridor, only to close the bedroom door behind their backs.
"Lucinda?" The call and growl escaped his throat, while he rose in his right hand the silk shirt he was holding.
"Senor Elijah! You're here… "Buenos Dias"!" Lucinda exclaimed; forcing a smile to spread on her lips to hide her present betrayal.
"Buena banana my ass, Lucinda!" He replied, dryly. "You want to explain this?" He questioned, waving the silk shirt in his right hand.
"It's spelled "Bue-nos di-as", Senor Elijah. It means "Good morning" in Spanish. After so many years in my company, one would think that you would master the language already." Lucinda rectified his grammatical error; joining her hands in a prayer. "And …Dios! Lower your voice with the obscene words. The Chiquita could hear you!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" He shrugged, dumbfounded.
"Uno: banana… Dos: ass… Tres: hell … bad words! I hope God will forgive you!" She signed a cross over her chest.
"Oh you're so pushing your luck lady!" Elijah rose his head, closing his eyes, while taking a deep breath inside his lungs. "Now, what color is this?" He showed her his shirt, once more.
"Well… I would probably need my glasses to respond to your question, Senor Elijah." She blushed the all shades of red.
"Lucinda!?" He burst, angrily.
"Off… Off-white perhaps?" She stammered, shrugging.
"It's pink!" Elijah lashed out. "This is a brand new silk shirt that I bought last week for my very important meeting at the office this morning and it is PINK – How is it pink, Lucinda?"
"For God sake Elijah I could hear you from across the mansion!" Katherine commented, sliding the bedroom door open; while tightening the belt of her dressing gown. "What is this yelling about? The girls did something to upset you or what?"
"What color is this shirt?" He rose the said shirt in the air; once more.
"I don't know, is it a trick question?" Katherine rose her chin, while glancing at Lucinda above his right shoulder. Her arms crossed over her deep neckline, sight narrowed on her husband.
"It is off-white …" Lucinda mouthed to her; behind her employer's back.
"Come on Katherine… You're not blind for God sake!" Elijah shook the shirt in front of her face.
"I don't know … Off-white perhaps? I couldn't say … "She shrugged, seemingly uninterested. "I was still sleeping when I suddenly heard your grizzly voice waking me up!"
"Really… Off-white? You have a problem with your sight, wife?" Elijah spat to her face. "And I wasn't aware my "grizzly" voice was so annoying to you?"
"I don't know? Let see..." She took a few steps forward; coming nose to nose with his unshaved face… Damn, aging did him good, he was sexier than five years ago! "You're right! Something must be wrong with my sight. I doubt you're even standing in front of me. Because, it would sincerely surprise me that my missing husband would grant me the privilege of his presence! Therefore the shirt is truly off-white!" She spat, angrily, before taking a few steps backward; both of their fiery sights locked.
"Katherine … I … You don't understand…" He stammered, nervously; dropping the shirt on one of the twin beds, before passing a shaking hand through his tangled hair.
"I think I understood plenty the past months, Elijah." She replied, toneless. "Lucinda… Could you go to the kitchen and see if the girls need anything?" Katherine asked, politely; her sight still narrowed on her husband.
"Si Senora Katherine." Lucinda nodded, politely; before passing by them to reach the threshold.
"Thank you, Lucinda." Katherine nodded, discreetly.
"De Nada." She replied, before closing the door on them.
Lucinda took a few steps into the upstairs corridor toward the main stairs, before holding her pace, while biting her bottom lips… AL DIABLO she would listen to their private conversation after all! These two were walking on a rocky road these days … She would probably be damned by God himself, she told herself before tip toeing back in direction of the bedroom door to glue her right ear to the panel.
The minute the door closed on Lucinda's departure; a heavy silence fell into the room.
"Maybe you should go downstairs; the girls are probably waiting for you." Elijah pointed a finger toward the closed door.
"Do we … I mean, me and the girls, do we even count for you anymore?" Katherine questioned him,
"Are you kidding me? You're my entire life for God sake!" Elijah exclaimed, dumbstruck.
"Well, you certainly have a peculiar way to show it!" Katherine commented, pacing back and forth, on her high heels pompom slippers, while covering the length of the Persian rug placed at the foot of the twin beds.
"Why do you think that I work so hard if not to give you the comfort that you and the girls deserve?" He questioned; hands firmly placed on each side of his waist.
"Did you even come home last night? You're baring a five o'clock shadow of several days." Katherine questioned, suspiciously.
"I came home but it was late … A little bit after 3:00 a.m. We had a big meeting, and …I would have woken you up so I … I slept on the sofa in my office." Elijah explained, evasively. "And … I need to take a rapid shower and go back … There's another important scheduled meeting this morning."
"Same story you've said to me the past month." Katherine shrugged; holding her pace in front of one of the bay windows.
"You perfectly know that I've been in the middle of establishing an alliance between Mikaelson International and Braxton corporate the past few months, Katherine." He tried to plea his cause.
"Apparently this "alliance" between the two companies was more important to you than your wife and daughters!" She replied, slyly.
"Well excuse me, Katherine, for making sure that my family will never lack of anything, for assuring that they will stay in a luxurious state of living!" Elijah replied, dryly.
"Did you ever think for a second, Elijah, that the girl were missing you? That they would probably prefer seeing their father every day than receiving expensive gifts?" Katherine pleaded also; turning on herself to face him. "Or that I would need a man in my bed? I'm all woman you know?"
"Oh believe me, I know that you're all "woman", Katherine." He replied, perniciously. "All woman who loves to shop on Rodeo Drive; and that little hobby of yours is not paying itself!" He added, under her blenched sudden expression.
"Pompous, arrogant jerk!" She lashed out, angrily; closed fists placed on each side of her tensed body.
"Snobby, pretentious bitch!" He replied, tit for tat; at one inch of her face.
"That's the best you can do?" Katherine laughed at his face.
"Yah… Be happy that it is!" Elijah growled, unhappy.
"I was a successful agent before you've managed to put me in your bed and make me bear your children; I was not in need of your money then! You seem to forget it when it suits you!" Katherine spat back; waving a forbidden finger under his nose.
"You were … You aren't anymore, Katherine!" He rectified her say; walking lengths in the bedroom. "That is why I need to sustain the cost of living for the future of the girls, and for you for "fuck" sake!"
"Who says I'm not anymore?" She teased, with an arched eyebrow.
"What do you mean by that?" He arched an eyebrow, holding his pace; much interest perceived in his voice.
"Perhaps … I did reprise my role as an agent." She shrugged; a pernicious smile raising the corners of her pulpous lips.
"Katherine!" The call of her name was a perceived threat of his part. "We made a deal between us that when the girls would be born, and when Klaus and Caroline would be set with their school dance studio you would stop working!" Elijah scolded her.
"You made a deal; and I had no other choices but to agree, because you're the "MAN". And as for Klaus and Caroline…" She added, holding her say; while avoiding his inquiring stare.
"What? What is happening with my brother's studio?" He inquired, nervously.
"He's experiencing financial difficulties. You perfectly know that Klaus invested the majority of his money into this school and buying their first house and …" She started explaining.
"And what Katherine?" He rushed her to explain.
"The school is not doing very well these days … And … He asked me to find him a movie contract." She finally confessed; nervously rubbing her hands together. "To replenish the crates."
"You want to tell me why I've just learned about this now?" Elijah asked, dumbstruck; taking deep breaths of air inside his lungs.
"You are truly asking me this question, Elijah Mikaelson?" She replied, under clenched teeth. "You've been so absent the past few months that we barely exchanged two words at the breakfast table. When and how was I supposed to tell you this?"
"How bad is it?" Elijah questioned, truly concerned.
"I don't know the specifics; I just know it's bad and … Caroline doesn't know anything about it." Katherine replied, shrugging. "So, just … Shut up, and don't say a thing to her."
"Damn it!" He swore, hitting the back of an armchair with his closed fist.
"I was able to get him the script of a new production who could become a major blockbuster." Katherine informed her husband. "The movie is called "Sweet Jane"."
"Where have I heard or read about this?" Elijah questioned himself; frowning. "I remember now, I've read about it in the newspaper last week … The story came from a series of books about a prostitute who's meeting a male escort. It's a 50 shades of Grey kind of movie but more graphic in the nude …It's a porn movie for God sake!"
"It's not a porn movie, Elijah! It's called modern erotic." Katherine objected, vehemently. "Your brother has the perfect body to play the role."
"That's what full nudity is called these days?" Elijah exclaimed, outraged. "For fuck sake what were you thinking?"
"I wasn't aware that you were so prude, Mister Mikaelson!" She busted to his face; closed fists firmly placed on each side of her tiny waist. "This kind of movie will grant him millions for his participation."
"What will grant Klaus millions is showing his penis to millions!" He replied, sarcastically. "And woman, you know better… Prude is definitely not my middle name!" He added, grabbing her dressing gown belt to pull her body in full contact with his bulged chest; before his hands could slide both sides of the silk fabric opened.
"What are you doing? Let me go, Elijah!" Katherine protested, vehemently; squirming to regain her freedom.
"What are you wearing underneath your dressing gown, is it new? Did you buy it for me?" He asked, with a sudden shortness of breaths; his fiery sight landing down her neckline, where her perky breasts were peeking through the sheer fabric of her lace Teddy.
"Don't flatter yourself you pig, I dress for myself, not for you … Now, let me go!" She scolded him; angrily; before feeling his hard lips crashing on her mouth in a passionate kiss.
Katherine tried to get herself free of his strong embrace, hitting his chest with her closed fists, but only to trigger more passionate reactions from his part. Elijah frantically pushed the sleeves of her dressing gown down on her arms; the silk fabric hitting the wooden floor in matter of seconds; before he could turn her body around his lips finding the delicate curve of her neck, while his hands were cupping her breasts.
"Katherine…" He whispered, between a mixes of kissing and biting into her delicate skin; his bearded skin sending shivers down her spine, while his thumbs slowly stroke her erected nipples. "God you're beautiful!"
"Elijah …" She moaned his name, eyes closed. "You need to stop…The girls … They could come back?" She tried to make him stopped.
"Gosh … You're right." He agreed, holding his erotic ministrations, his chin resting on top of her left shoulder.
"Maybe you could stay at the house today?" She suggested, hopeful; while turning her head to meet his gaze, the tip of her fingers tracing the manly line of his jaw. I mean … Maybe after dropping the girls at school we could take time for ourselves?" She bit her bottom lip, before a shy smile could spread on her lips.
"I … Oh Katherine." He closed his eyes, inhaling her flowery perfume. "I can't … There's this big meeting between the two companies; and I need to shower and go back to the office as quickly as possible."
Lucinda jumped at Katherine's approach toward the exit of the bedroom, quickly detaching her ear from the door, before taking a few steps on the tip of her tip toes to hide herself inside a nearby alcove, behind a large plant.
"You can rot in hell; that is how much I care, Elijah! And as of now you can also sleep at the office that would suit me better!" She spat to his face. "Don't bother coming downstairs to share a breakfast with me and the girls. We don't want you there!" she added, offensive; before slamming the door to his face; before running down the corridor to reach the stairs.
"Katherine come back here woman!" Elijah yelled; while reopening the door on its arch. "Damn it!" He growled; passing a hand through his tangled hair. "I'll find a way to make you understand and win you back." He added to himself; before walking down the corridor to reach their bedroom, only to slam the door like her.
"Dios!" Lucinda exclaimed; while parting two leaves of the gigantic plant; her nose and wide opened brown eyes picking through the vegetation.
"I'm touched. You're taking minutes of your precious time to call me?" Klaus teased, answering his cellphone; while stepping out of his jeep. "Rocco waits for me on the other side of the car would you?"
"Yes, daddy." The young boy responded, jumping on joined feet from his perched sitting position, while waiting for his father to approach him to take his hand. "Who are you talking to?" He asked, curious; while raising his head with his deep blue eyes meeting his father's.
"I've been busy; I'm trying to make an alliance between Mikaelson International and Braxton incorporated." Elijah informed, his eyes locked on the route; with his cellphone put on speaker.
"I'm talking to your Uncle Elijah." Klaus informed his son. "Impressive, brother… Please tell me more?"
"It will be if I'm able to get this contract signed." Elijah replied, pushing his Gucci sunglasses on top of his nose; while turning the steering wheel of his sport car to take a sharp turn to the right. "The entire process is giving me headache after headache… That is without mentioning Katherine's stubbornness at the moment."
"Trouble in paradise, brother?" Klaus questioned, smiling.
"You could say that." Elijah sighed loudly.
"I want to speak to Uncle 'Lijah!" Rocco pulled on the fabric of his father' t-shirt.
"Rocco wants to say hello." Klaus informed his brother; before handing his cellphone to his son.
"Hi uncle 'Lijah!" Rocco exclaimed, enthusiastically.
"Hey Rocco… How's my superman?" Elijah asked; a large grin suddenly spreading on his lips.
"Alright I guess." Rocco shrugged. "How are you uncle 'Lijah? We don't see you anymore." He questioned and concluded the true fact in matter of seconds.
"Your uncle 'Lijah has been busy with work, but I promise you a rematch with the girls on our game console very soon, o.k.?" He responded, with much cheerfulness. "We have a deal?"
"O.K." Rocco agreed with a single nod that couldn't be seen by his uncle. "Love you Uncle 'Lijah!"
"I love you too Rocco!" Elijah replied, truthfully.
"Now … Take this and buy us donuts at the coffee shop, would you?" Klaus pulled a ten dollars bill from his jeans' front pocket before burying the money in his son's hand.
"But mummy says that donuts are not good for our health." Rocco protested; shaking his head.
"You're mummy is not here, is she? Now go!" Klaus pushed his son toward the entrance of the coffee shop. "And waved at me through the window so I can see you."
"Cool! I'll take one with chocolate filling and chocolate frosting on top!" Rocco replied, with a toothless smile; before rushing inside the shop.
"You realize Caroline will probably ground you of desserts for a week, Klaus?" Elijah mocked; teaser. "And by desserts I mean apples."
"What kind of desserts? The kitchen kind or the bedroom kind?" Klaus replied, with a frank laughter escaping his throat.
"Hey? It's you who decide brother, not me!" Elijah replied, laughing himself.
"So… What's the real reason behind this impromptu phone call?" Klaus demanded.
"Why didn't you tell me you were having financial problem with the school?" Elijah asked, without warning.
"O.K.; as I can see it seems you finally found time to have a chit-chat with your wife?" Klaus commented; while waving at his son through the coffee shop window.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Elijah, asked; uncomfortable.
"Nothing … Just saying, Elijah." Klaus shrugged, a large grin spreading on his manly lips; two dimples digging his cheeks.
"Do you know how much money I need to keep her happy, Klaus? Do you know her single taste in shoes and jewelleries?" Elijah replied; left on his guards. "I need to work to assure myself that she and the girls will never lack of anything."
"You think Katherine is only about frivolous expensive things? I have to disagree; if she is it's because she wants to reach your standards, my dear brother." Klaus retorted. "I've seen her as happy in a pair of sweatpants, without makeup, her hair in a ponytail; because she was playing with you and the girls in the backyard of your big mansion than in a luxurious dressing gown, wearing a pair of Louboutin high heels shoes, while standing by your side at one of your charity events." He pleaded her cause. "Frankly, I sincerely believe that she wouldn't leave you if you were broke tomorrow!"
"You think you're a smart ass, don't you?" Elijah growled, between clenched teeth. "You're the youngest; you shouldn't be so wise."
"And yet I am! That must eat you alive." Klaus giggled, openly.
"You're diverting the conversation." Elijah pointed.
"I'm redirecting it, if you prefer." Klaus responded, tit for tat.
"How much do you need, it's yours!" Elijah offered.
"Donuts? My son is about to bring me one, thank you very much!" Klaus responded, teaser.
"Klaus!" Elijah exclaimed through the device; a perceivable threat in his tone of voice.
"I don't want your money nor your pity, Elijah." Klaus responded, more seriously. "I'll take care of the school myself."
"You're my brother for God sake! It's natural for me to help you in time of needs." Elijah replied.
"And I truly appreciate it." Klaus thanked him. "But the fact that you're my brother is exactly why I should refuse your help. I would hear about this failure for the rest of my life. Could you imagine the Christmas Family Dinner?" He teased, some more.
"I wouldn't resent you for the school financial problems, Klaus. I live through my share of downfalls in both my personal and professional life… I'm not one to judge." Elijah commented, truthfully.
"And I truly appreciate your support." Klaus replied, sincere.
"But you prefer to be "casted" in a porn movie to regain your dignity?" Elijah sighed, loudly.
"It's modern erotic." Klaus let a large grin spread on his lips, once more.
"So told me Katherine, and I called it bullshit!" Elijah commented. "The minute you are showing your balls on the big screens it is porn!"
"I promise to shave them." Klaus teased. "But please don't tell Caroline; or she'll use the chain saw to cut them off me."
"It's like I'm talking to a wall." Elijah concluded. "She'll do worse than cut them off you if she ever learn that you kept this from her."
"Oh …By the way, if "ever" you receive a box from a courier at the mansion; it's probably for me. The movie company send me a few … mm … articles to get me into the spirit of the movie." Klaus informed his brother; while trying to hold his laughter. "I was supposed to receive it but it never came at home? You being the "only" other Mikaelson in town, there's this slight possibility you could receive the package by error. If so, please don't open it; especially in presence of the girls."
"Disgusting!" Elijah winced. "A few plastic sex toys in top of everything!"
"What you've never tried a few of those with Katherine?" Klaus teased.
"I believe I'm holding the right equipment between my legs, and don't need vibrators to please my wife, thank you very much!" Elijah replied. "But maybe you're in need of improvement for yourself with your wife?"
"You're one to talk." Klaus replied, tit for tat. "Oh look at the time I need to go now, brother!"
"That's an easy escape!" Elijah commented; unhappy. "But its good timing I guess; I just arrived at the office." He stopped the engine, after reaching his private spot in the inside parking lots of Mikaelson International.
"Hey? Are we still "on" for the Thanksgiving dinner?" Klaus inquired.
"Ask your "agent"- slash – "sister-in-law", Katherine Pierce Mikaelson, for the specifics. Why would you think that we would cancel it, anyway? We've been making this annual reunion with Bonnie and Kol and the guys the past four years already." Elijah questioned, suspiciously.
"Well… Because of your marital problems of course." Klaus mocked, openly; under his sudden burst of laughter.
"We don't have marital problems! Go to hell, Nicklaus!" Elijah replied, angrily; before hanging out.
"Love you too, brother!" Klaus concluded himself; smiling.
"Daddy… Look!" Rocco exclaimed, while rushing back to his father's side; his face bearing more chocolate that the actual donuts he was holding in his hands.
"Now remember… We need to keep this a secret between us or you mum will kill me!" Klaus suggested, grabbing his own donuts from his son's hand, before stroking the tip of his nose. "Understood young man?"
"Understood daddy." Rocco replied, happily; before biting into his chocolate filling donuts.
"Mummy, mummy … We're here!" Rocco exclaimed, loudly, while passing the front door of the dancing school; before running straight forward toward the back office.
"Rocco, what did I told you about shouting inside the school walls?" Caroline Forbes scolded her son, suddenly appearing underneath the arch door of the office while wearing a pair of large glasses on the tip of her nose, and a deep neckline black tank top over a leopard print pair of leggings. Her long blonde curly hair were gathered into an indiscipline bun on top of her head and both of her hands firmly placed on each side of her waist.
"I'm sorry mummy." Rocco presented his apology; while pouting adorably.
Caroline knelled in front of her son to meet his deep blue eyes. Damn! He was the spinning image of his father (and he knew too well how to turn his charm at "on"): dark blond curls that were falling over his forehead, big blue eyes that were holding the secrets of the world, and two deep dimples that would easily break the hearts of numerous girls when he'll get older… She should know; she had fallen head-over-heels in love with his father.
In short; Rocco was "Klaus Mikaelson", but with a young boy appearance!
"It is o.k., next time you'll be quieter." She pushed a longer strand of his curly hair away from his forehead and sight, before kissing the top of his head.
"Don't I get a kiss also, Love?" Klaus questioned while strolling in their direction, his sight sliding on the length of his life partner' body; with the most charming of all smirks plastered on his face.
Damn! He was wearing his "sexy" Henley black long sleeves t-shirt over his "sexy" pair of grey jeans today. You know the kind that falls on the pelvic bones of your man, while holding his precious "crutch" area very tight in its fabric? Yeah… Those kind of jeans! And to be frank today wasn't the kind of day Caroline Forbes was in a good frame of mind to watch him stroll in her direction while wearing them. Because today was the day she was mad as hell at him… and he would have a lot of explaining to do!
"It depends? Do you deserve one?" She questioned, raising from her kneeling position into a standing one; arms firmly crossed over her prominent breasts (Damn pregnancy! They were like watermelons now!) her fiery sight narrowed on him.
"Don't I always?" He promptly grabbed her by the waist to bring both of their bodies in full contact.
"Frankly; I could debate this all day!" She mumbled, under clenched teeth; feeling his full lips brushing hers in a teasing way.
"Are you playing the naughty professor again, Caroline?" He whispered for her ears only; tracing a line of quick kisses from her left cheek to her ear. "You know what it's doing to me when you're wearing those glasses; I just want to tear those leggings off your legs." He added; biting into her earlobe.
"Daddy are you doing yukky things to mummy again?" Rocco questioned, wincing; while pulling on his father's t-shirt.
"Klaus, for God sake, think of Rocco!" She managed to whisper her warning; panting heavily against her better judgement and mood of the present time. Damn him and his over-the-top sex-appeal! Even when she was mad as hell at him; he was able to bring her back in its net.
"What? No!" Klaus shook his head, gently pushing Caroline at arm length; before caressing his son's head. "I'm just wishing your mother a good morning."
"It looked like kissing to me and it's disgusting." Rocco concluded; pulling his tongue out.
"You're saying "that" now; but one day you'll learn to love kissing girls." Klaus responded, smiling.
"Bark! Never daddy…" Rocco grimaced.
"Don't encourage our son to become "you"; he's way too young for that." Caroline added; rolling her eyes.
"What is that even means, Caroline?" Klaus shook his head; dumbfounded.
"Why were you late?" She eyed him; suspiciously.
"We had to make a quick stop because my long lost brother has decided to grant me the joy to hear his voice over the phone." Klaus shrugged.
"Uncle 'lijah called daddy!" Rocco exclaimed, enthusiastically; jumping up-and-down on both feet.
"He did! Did you talk to him?" Caroline asked her son; a smile spreading on lips.
"Sure did! He promised me a rematch on his game console." Rocco replied, excitedly.
"Well… That's your uncle 'lijah for you." Caroline stroke her son's nose, before turning her gaze at her boyfriend. "Everything is good with him?"
"He's handling a big alliance between Mikaelson International and a big American company. It seems to stress him a lot." Klaus replied, shrugging.
"It's stressing him so much that he's neglecting his own wife and daughters." She commented, dryly.
"What did we promised ourselves, Caroline? To never put our noses in my brother and sister-in-law's personal business." Klaus reminded her, with a wink.
"Right!" She let a long sigh escape her parted lips. "I guess it's "easier" for you that way. But, Katherine is also my friend."
"Easier, no… But, by doing so, we're sparing the both of us from a lot of headaches." Klaus concluded; pointing a finger toward them both.
"Mummy… I'm bored! Can I go see Jeannette?" Rocco asked; raising his head to meet his mother's sight.
"You can, but just for a short while … She's starting a class soon." Caroline agreed, with a single nod.
Jeannette was a young woman who was in her last year of major in dance at the nearest L.A. University. They had hired her to give a hand to Caroline when the school was at its busiest moment of the year… which was pretty rare these days.
"Cool!" Rocco exclaimed, happily; before turning on his heels to rush toward the other side of the corridor.
"Rocco?" Caroline retained her son by calling his name once more.
"Yes, mummy?" He asked worryingly; turning on himself to stare at her.
"What is the brown spot I see on the left side of your mouth?" Caroline asked, suspiciously; taking a few steps to reach her son's standing position.
"Damn it!" Klaus mumbled to himself; shushing his son with a hand gesture.
"I don't know." Rocco shook his head, repeatedly.
"Rocco Mikaelson… It's chocolate!" Caroline exclaimed, outraged. "Did you eat a chocolate donuts for breakfast?" She questioned some more; closed fists firmly placed on each side of her waist.
"No mummy." He continued shaking his head, with big wide eyes.
"Are you lying to me, young man?" Caroline waved a forbidden finger at him.
"No… Yes… It's daddy who made me eat it!" Rocco confessed, his cheeks red as an apples; before promptly swirling on himself to escape his mother fury while starting to run in direction of Jeannette's class room.
"Typical!" Caroline rolled her eyes; turning on herself to regain the entrance of the office in a few steps; while passing by Klaus's position. "He's running away from telling the truth like his father would do."
"O.K. I'll bite, Forbes." He replied, entering the office while walking on her heels; dropping his leather crossover bag on one of the desktops, before closing the door behind his back. "What got your beautiful ass on fire this morning?"
Caroline forbid him a response for a few seconds; her fingers flipping the page of a dance manual. She would make him wait and sweat and then she would attack!
"Don't tell me that Rocco eating a donuts is making you sulk this way?" Klaus asked; reaching her standing position, before pulling the manual from her hands. He hated when she was playing him this way!
"You truly want to know why my "ass" is on fire, Mikaelson?" She rose her chin at him; sight narrowed.
"Please, so I can turn your fury into passion while fucking you on this desktop for the next fifteen minute. It's about all the time we'll have until Rocco will come back." He winked, playfully at her.
"Then I'm sure this "script" will be the right manual to help you fuck me on this desk!" She replied, furiously; while throwing the movie script to his face. "Sweet Jane … A porn movie!"
Klaus caught the stack of papers in his hands; completely shocked and dumbfounded by her attack.
"Where did you find this?" he questioned, raising the said "script" in his right hand. "You went into my personal stuff?"
"Does it matter? You promise me that you wouldn't make movies anymore, that this part of your life was behind you … and then … And then … I found this trash!" Caroline stammered, nervously. "What kind of agent would send you this?"
"Katherine did." Klaus replied; shrugging. "Apparently, it's the next "hit" in the erotic modern genre."
"She would never choose that kind of movie for you!" Caroline busted, angrily. "You're lying!"
"Well, apparently she did!" Klaus confirmed. There was no point of protecting Katherine now. "Come on, Love… You wouldn't scold Jamie Dornan for playing the role of Christian Grey, would you? Then why me?"
"Don't you use the pet name "Love" to me now, you hear me?" Caroline pointed a forbidden finger underneath his nose.
"Sweetheart then? Darling perhaps? Cupcake?" He listed other pet names; teaser. "Maybe if I call you Anastasia?"
"Stop it! I'm so furious at you, you have no idea how much, Klaus Mikaelson!" She closed her fists; stomping her feet on the wooden floor. "You had promised me that your actor career was in the past! Aren't you happy with me at the dance studio? Aren't you happy with me and Rocco at home?"
Great! How will you get out of this mess you've created, Mikaelson? How will you keep the charade for her to not discover the financial problems of the school?
"I can't believe you're asking me this question, Caroline. I was giving my brother the third degree not even an hour ago about the way he was handling his relationship with his wife and now I'm in the same damn predicament!" Klaus replied, discouraged. "I love you and Rocco with all my heart; I wouldn't change a damn thing about my life now."
"At least your brother can call Katherine his wife, and she can call him her husband; it's way more that I can say!" Caroline spat to his face.
"What is that even supposed to mean?" Klaus exclaimed, surprised by her personal intake on the subject. "You told me numerous times that being with me and Rocco was enough; that you weren't in need or any hurry to get married?"
"I've told you a lot of things that I felt you wanted to hear!" She replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest; tears filling her eyes.
"O.K. listen …" He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath inside his lungs. "I got nostalgic, o.k.? Katherine was contacted by one of her past acquaintances in the business and she received this film proposition for me; I've told her to send me the script because I was curious, and I've been laughing my ass off since I've started to read it … That's all!"
"You're sure?" She asked; shakily.
"Yeah… I'm sure!" Klaus nodded, while lying through his teeth. "My private parts are yours and yours only, Forbes."
"Your junk is mine?" She inquired; a shy smile spreading on her lips.
"This…All of this." He gestured his right hand in front of his crutch area. "Is entirely yours."
"I'm still mad at you." Caroline added.
"We can fuck over the desk then?" He winked, playfully. "No playing the naughty professor either?"
"Mummy, Daddy … Look what Jeannette gave me?" Rocco came rushing inside the office; while holding a soccer ball.
"No … Nothing of the sort." Caroline responded, shrugging. "Because you're still on probation, Mikaelson."
The delivery man whistle his way through the rock path leading his steps toward the massive entrance of the mansion. He held the box with his left arm and hand; while ringing the chime of the front door.
It took a few seconds for the door to open on a petite Spanish woman dressed of a maid uniform.
"Si?" She questioned in her natal language with a bright smile.
"I have a delivery for Mister Mikaelson." The man responded: handing a paper for her to sign.
"Si! You're at the right place." Lucinda nodded; before grabbing the hob that held the delivery paper to sign.
"That's a mighty long name you have there, ma'am!" The delivery man exclaimed, with wide opened eyes.
"Si! Lucinda Constella Lydia Maria Rodriguez." Lucinda pronounced, proudly; a large smile plastered on her face. "One day, when I'll be famous, you'll remember it!" She informed him with a wink; while burying a generous tip in the man's hand, before grabbing the box and closing the front door on his smiling face.
She swung her hips through the vestibule; taking the corridor leading to the kitchen, before depositing the box on the counter.
"I would bet my firm and rounded Spanish "culo" that Senor Elijah had bought a "forgive me" gift to Senora Katherine." She said to herself out loud, before eyeing a pair of scissor that had been left out on the counter. She questioned herself about three long seconds before grabbing it and sliding its tip through the tape. "Dios!" She exclaimed, in shock, before pulling a pair of handcuffs, a leather whip and a few vibrators and dildos from the inside. "Jesus, Maria, José!" She gestured a cross sign in front of her chest. "Senor Elijah is going to hell, and so will I for opening this box!"
Thank you for reading!
Next chapter: A big "misunderstanding" created by none other than Lucinda!
The annual Thanksgiving celebration.
An unexpected trip to Japan for the group!