It happened only once, then twice, then too many times to count. They became each other's escape from the real world. They comforted one another in more ways than one They were like fire and gasoline, fiery, dangerous, heated, they fueled each other. They needed each other because after the first taste they became addicted to their familiar tastes of poison.
The first time was an accident. It was late and there was a party happening down at the old mill. Lizzie was missing a party after a particularly long meditation session with her father after she had wrecked the library during one of her infamous 'episodes' earlier that today. Thankfully, no one had been around to witness it. They only people who knew were Alaric, Dorian, and Emma. It had all happened so fast, the events that triggered her incidents were blurry she couldn't remember exactly what happened.
She does remember the absolute feeling of dread as she tore apart the library. She remembers the look on her father's face that she had grown used to, a mixed look of pity, guilt, and worst of all disappointment. From then Alaric insisted on making her meditate in order to keep her emotions at bay, which they did for hours before finally Alaric let her leave but not before warning her to be careful.
Lizzie knew that her father, deep down, wasn't disappointed with her. He had told her that multiple times, but she didn't believe it. She had given him every reason to be disappointed in her.
Walking down the hallways on her way to the party Lizzie stopped in front of the library doors. Opening them, she sees the mess she caused. Books scattered everywhere, chairs and table thrown around, the place looked as though a tornado ripped through it. Among the mess, Lizzie notices someone cleaning it up all by their lonesome, Hope Mikaelson.
This is not how Hope had imagined her night going. Alaric was upset with her for yet another thing Hope did wrong. She admits she had said some things to him this time that were wrong, and anger filled but he said some hurtful things as well. So her punishment was to clean up the disastrous mess in the library caused by god knows what. When she tried to ask Alaric all she got was the silent treatment and a broom she didn't press any further.
Her head snapped up at the sound of the doors to the library creaking open. Her eyes locked on the intruding person, Lizzie Saltzman. Because that's just what she need right now, the blonde insulting her yet again, always poking. At times it didn't bother the tribrid, but right now she was upset and really didn't want to listen to the blonde say another thing about her hair, or her clothes, or literally anything that comes out of the blonde's mouth.
"What are you doing here?" Lizzie's voice void of her usual snide, instead it's timid and soft. Whatever snark was about to come from Hope's mouth disappeared as she noticed the red rims around Lizzie's eyes, the break in her voice, and the sad yet almost apologetic look on her face.
"I upset your dad, this is my punishment." Hope's voice sounded kind, worried even. "Are you okay?"
Lizzie didn't respond instead, she moved further into the library and began to help clean up. Neither of the girls said anything. Hope not wanting to intrude. Lizzie not knowing what to say to Hope's question. They just cleaned in a comfortable silence, neither one talking but every now and again Hope steals a glance at her.
Moments pass though it feels like hours. Lizzie doesn't notice the tears streaming down her cheeks, but Hope does. Hope then moves in front of Lizzie and wipes away her tears, her hand lingers on Lizzie's a little longer than it should've but neither girls seem to mind. Hope clears her throat backing away before going back to cleaning.
Lizzie's spine shivers at the sudden loss of warmth of her cheek. She stands there frozen for a moment trying to register the thoughts roaming her through her head. Before either girl realize what's happening Lizzie's hand are on Hope's face and their lips are connected. Lizzie pulls away after a moment of Hope just standing there frozen.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Lizzie rambles, "I shouldn't have down that."
Hope still stands frozen making no sudden movements or sounds.
"Hope?" Lizzie places her hand on the shorter girl's shoulder shaking her slightly. Hope's eyes blink rapidly, her mouth closes and her eyebrows are furrowed like she does when she's trying to comprehend something.
As Lizzie is about to go into another bout of apologies Hope presses her lips against Lizzie's once again. At first Lizzie is shocked, then she's kissing Hope back. The kiss is slow and soft but filled with passion, this was something that had a long time coming. Hope arms wrapped around Lizzie's neck bringing her closer, Lizzie slipped her arms around Hope's waist. Lips still connected they stumbled until the back of Lizzie's legs hit one of the now picked up couches and they both fell down.
The kiss turns more feverish, as both girls hand are wandering, lips attacking each other. When they kissed, they melted into one another, needed each other. It's like they were addicted, Hope's lips were Lizzie's drug, as goes for Hope. It was hard for Hope to stop kissing the blonde, and speed them up across the room several feet apart.
Lizzie blinked rapidly as she felt a quick breeze before she realized she was standing, Hope feet away from her. Lizzie looked confused as she saw Hope continue to clean as if nothing happened. The door to the library creaked open and when Lizzie looked up and saw her father enter the now nearly cleaned library.
Oh, Hope must've heard Alaric's footsteps.
"Lizzie, sweetheart, what're you doing here?" Alaric sounded slightly worried.
Lizzie looked up at her father, "I was uh..," she takes a moment to compose herself, still slightly flustered,"uh..helping Hope."
"Helping Hope clean." She adds quickly.
"Okay?" Alaric muttered. He glares at Hope, speaking coldly, "Hope, punishment over. It's almost curfew head to your dorm."
When Alaric leaves Lizzie notices the look of repentance on Hope's face. Lizzie wanted to ask what had Hope done to upset her father this time, but thought better of it.
The events that led to this blurred in both of the girls' heads as they stumbled into Hope's room, lips connected in a fiery kiss. Hope pushed the blonde onto the bed, straddling her waist both of them fighting for dominance. Surprisingly, Lizzie won that battle, now on top she pulled away from Hope and with a mischievous smile she throws her top off and across the room.
Hope takes a minute to take in her beauty, hands on her hips and now traveling the smooth skin of her abdomen. Hope's eyes flash yellow, Lizzie's darken. In that moment, both girls were aware with what was about to happen, aware of the mistake they were about to make.
But in that moment, neither cared. In that moment, the only thing they wanted was each other. And if they were to come to regret this, it would've all been worth it. Because in the end, this would be the best mistake either one of them had ever made.