The Lady is a Vamp
Author's Note: Well the premise for this little one shot has been sloshing around in my head for a couple of days and on the basis that writing it in my head kept me awake at 4am I thought it best to put the words down on (electronic) paper! My first M-rated fic so be kind, gentle readers!
As ever, I do not own The Originals or the characters. If I did, many of them would spend most of the show naked…
Hayley sighed and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Standing up she looked down at the twisted bedclothes. Another restless night. Her dream had been particularly vivid last night and the state of the bed was testament to how badly she had been affected. She pushed her hair out of her eyes, stretched and headed for the shower. As the hot water pummelled her head she thought of her daughter. She was always the first and last thing she thought about and being without her felt like she had had a hole punched through her middle. Still, she took comfort from the fact that Rebekah had her safe. She knew she would be cared for and loved which was all she had hoped for, for her baby. Besides, Bekah managed to get word to them. Another one of her conveniently compelled vampires had arrived last night bearing a picture of a bonnie, smiling Hope with a tiny pink handprint on the back. The vampire was compelled to forget all he had seen and heard, but Klaus had killed him anyway, just in case, he had said. This vampire had been the third one in as many months and Hayley had the pictures secreted away in her room. She looked at them every day.
She turned off the flow of water and stepped out into the bathroom shrugging into the white fluffy robe on the hook. Towel drying her hair as she went, she walked into her bedroom trying to decide on her plan for the day. It had been three months since she had given birth to Hope. Three months since she had become a hybrid…and three months and one day since Elijah had kissed her.
For weeks after Hope had gone she had just existed…getting through each day had seemed like a minor miracle. Klaus had helped, surprisingly, talking to her about being a hybrid, how to control her werewolf side. Elijah had been constant, of course. From him she had learnt to control the blood lust, how to feed, and about the vampiric gifts of speed and preternatural hearing. Slowly she had emerged from her cocoon of despair and had begun to look about her again. And once she did she noticed a thing or two. Klaus remained pretty much the same; he treated her in a way somewhere between casual intimacy and the way someone handles a live snake. Elijah though, that had changed. Oh, the care and the consideration were the same. That was so much a part of Elijah that it came as naturally as breathing to him. But he had withdrawn from her a little and that hurt. There was a delicacy to their dealings that had not been there before. He treated her like spun glass, his touch light and fleeting, never lingering, and never more than the most casual of contact. A gentle touch to her elbow; a brush over her shoulders as he helped her on with her jacket. His eyes lingered though. When he thought she didn't notice his gaze followed her. She noticed of course, mainly because her eyes were drawn to him constantly. But still he maintained distance, and now, now that had to change.
Standing before her wardrobe Hayley studied the contents. Off to one side were all the maternity clothes she had worn. She kept them as a reminder that she had carried Hope within her even if she was unable to carry her now in her arms. But she bypassed the long vest tops and baggy cardigans. If she wanted to show Elijah that she was ready to be more than spun glass to him she needed to take drastic action. After all, she was a vampire now (well, half vampire) and what was a girl to do? He needed to be vamped, and vamped he would be!
She reached out and took down a short sleeved top in a soft champagne shade. It had a deceptively high neckline, but the fabric clung in all the right places and was sheer across the back and shoulders and into a deep "V" between her breasts. Teaming it with a pair of silk plum coloured trousers that hugged her newly developed curves and outlined her figure when she walked, Hayley blow dried her hair and applied neutral make up. Using her new (and very useful) vampire hearing she could make out Klaus and Elijah chatting over breakfast. Perfect. Now all she had to do was make her entrance!
Leaving her room Hayley headed down to the breakfast parlour. She kept her breathing even as her mind raced with plans to get Elijah alone so that they could….talk. Amongst other things. Finding the door to the breakfast room ajar, Hayley pushed it open and walked inside. The reaction she got was everything she had hoped. Klaus gave her a perfunctory glance and a "Morning, love" before returning to his coffee. Elijah, well Elijah just stared. And stared, and stared. He didn't seem to realise that he had his coffee cup halfway to his mouth, just hovering there. He tried to rise to his feet (ever the gentleman) nearly spilling his coffee in the process and ended up sitting down again, his coffee cup clattering down onto its saucer.
Klaus looked up at that. "Why, brother? What is wrong?" he asked with an arch look between Elijah and Hayley. "Did you find your coffee not to your taste? In any event, you should close your mouth. You look like an astonished goldfish."
Elijah closed his mouth at that but still did not stop staring. Trying not to let her inner smile bubble to the surface, Hayley approached the square table and took a seat along one side. "Hey", she said, reaching for the coffee pot. She turned to Elijah, catching his eye and finally allowing her smile to surface. "Could you pass the milk?" Elijah's hand reached out without breaking eye contact and snagged the jug before passing it to her. She picked it up. "Thanks. But that's juice. And it won't taste too good in my coffee." Elijah finally looked away, locating the right jug before setting it before her. It seemed that his hand wasn't quite steady. Perfect.
Turning to Klaus, Hayley enquired as to his plans for the day, trying to subtly work out if he was going to hang around that morning. He wasn't, telling her he had plans with Marcel and Davina regarding the moonlight rings. Draining the rest of his coffee he got up and left, leaving Hayley with Elijah.
"So. What's with you this morning?" demanded Hayley as soon as the door had closed. "You seem kinda distracted."
"I apologise if I have been less than attentive," replied Elijah, his composure returned. "You have taken your breakfast in your room so often these past weeks that I did not expect to see you. If I had known you intended to join us today I would have waited for you earlier and escorted you down."
"Oh." Hayley sounded disappointed. "Well. Perhaps if we're both done here you can escort me back up? I want to talk to you."
"Of course. Whatever you wish" agreed Elijah as he pushed back his chair. Hayley stood too and made to move out of the room. Elijah came to her side, his hand moving to its usual gallant place at the small of her back. Hayley's breath gave an imperceptible hitch as she felt the warm weight of it. She had missed his touch. Making a sudden decision, she turned to face him. He was close, too close and she cannoned into his chest, reaching up to grab the lapels of his suit for balance. She looked up at his face, that handsome, compelling face, and swayed towards him still further.
"Elijah…" she whispered, tilting her head up towards him, her eyes fixed to his mouth. Elijah made no move to retreat, seeming frozen in place. Then all of a sudden it all fell into place. It was impossible to say who made the first move. It didn't matter. Hayley rejoiced in the feel of Elijah's lips on hers, one hand in her hair at the nape of her neck, the other still at the small of her back. She was home. Her hands crept around his neck and she pressed as much of her body as possible against his powerful one. She felt her arousal shiver through her…and then nothing.
He had run. Again! She wanted to scream! Opening her eyes she saw him across the room standing stiffly, both hands in his pockets. "What the hell?" she ordered.
Elijah looked steadily at her. "Hayley. Please. I am….sorry. I…forgot myself. Forgot your situation…how you must be feeling. I am ashamed of my actions. I did not intend to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state. Please forgive me. I assure you it will not happen again."
Hayley sighed. Trust Elijah-I'm-so-frikken-noble-I-can't-see-what's-under-my-nose-Mikaelson to totally misunderstand her!
"Elijah," Hayley struggled for patience as she walked towards him. "Sometimes you can be so….blind." She stopped before him and cupped his face with one hand.
"Will you do something for me?" He nodded. "Come with me. I want to show you something."
She walked towards the door, looking back to check that he was following her. She led him up the stairs to her bedroom, noticing but ignoring his slight puzzled frown.
Once in the room she stepped to one side and gestured to the room with a sweep of her hand. "Well? What do you see?"
Elijah stood, as he always did, one hand in the pocket of his trousers. Hayley tried to ignore how the stance pulled the fabric of his suit tight to his body, and to focus on his face. Not that that helped at all – looking at him just made her want to kiss him again, but it was important that he understood this.
Elijah's glance took in the room. He moved to her bureau and picked up the picture of Hope that had arrived the night before. He studied it carefully, a small smile on his face. "She is beautiful," he remarked. "Just like her mother. Still. You should hide this. If anyone saw…"
"I know, and I will," Hayley replied "But that's not what I brought you up here for. What else do you notice?"
He looked around the room again. This time his eyes settled on her bed, the twisted sheets, and the pillow on the floor. "Disturbed night? Are you still having the nightmares? It is only natural that you be haunted by the events surrounding Hope's birth. I assure you, they will fade in time. If…"
Hayley interrupted him, "It's not that. I did have a disturbed night and it's true my dreams were vivid. But it wasn't a nightmare. I haven't had one of those for over two weeks. It's a different kind of dream that's been causing me to lose sleep."
Elijah looked concerned. He crossed to where Hayley was standing and tipped up her chin. "Is there anything I can assist with? This is obviously bothering you a great deal. Just tell me."
Hayley smiled. This was it. "Well. Now that you mention it….there is something you can do. You see, Elijah, these dreams I've been having for the last two weeks? The ones that wake me breathless in the night with shredded bedclothes? They're about you. About us. In my dreams when we kiss, we don't stop. You don't whoosh to the other side of the room and I don't ruin the moment with flippant comments. It's been driving me crazy. You've been driving me crazy and to be honest if you don't touch me soon you're going to have one really pissed off hybrid on your hands and…"
Elijah didn't need telling again. His lips swooped down to hers and he took her in a kiss that was everything she had dreamed of and more. His tongue invaded her mouth as he gathered her to him and Hayley gave as good as she got, her tongue duelling with his as she strained to get closer.
Twisting his arms around her waist Elijah lifted Hayley to him without even breaking their kiss. She instinctively wrapped her legs round his lean hips, clinging tight around his neck. Hayley could feel him rock hard against her core and she whimpered, undulating against him. Elijah growled in response and Hayley exalted in his arousal. This was what she had been missing, craving.
Elijah moved them over to her bed, reaching out with one hand to sweep the rumpled bedding onto the floor. He lowered Hayley gently to the soft surface, following her down. His lips left hers and moved down her neck nipping and licking until he reached the neckline of her top. He paused. "I think that this little number has served its purpose," he murmured, "don't you?" And with a flick of his hand he had rent the fabric in two. She felt the breath leave him in a hiss. She was naked underneath. He touched her then. Gently. Reverently. But Hayley was spun glass no longer. She covered his hand with hers and pressed him to her.
"Please, Elijah. I won't break. I promise. I want you. Please."
Elijah cupped one breast in his strong hand, striating her pebbled nipple with his thumb. Hayley moaned breathily, feeling a flood of wetness between her legs. She brought Elijah's head up for another kiss, nipping his bottom lip carefully with blunt teeth. As much as she wanted to bite him hard her venom would cause him pain and she didn't want that. Hayley made a sound of disappointment as Elijah's hand left her breast only to gasp as he flicked open the button of her trousers and slipped his hand inside. She wiggled her hips to give him better access, fisting her hands in the sheet as he traced a finger along the edge of her panties before dipping into the wetness he found there.
Withdrawing his hand Elijah sat back and looked steadily at Hayley. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked it languidly. "Delicious," he breathed. Hayley felt her breath stop in her chest. He looked so decadent there, fully clothed between her legs with her juices running off his fingers into his mouth. She sat up and reached for his tie.
"Seems to me like I'm getting all the favours here. Tell me. What does it take to get you out of your suit?"
Elijah smirked, "All you have to do is ask nicely."
"Not much chance of that," replied Hayley, "If I want something, I take it. You know that. So guess what I want right now?" and with that she reached for his jacket unbuttoning it at speed before tossing it onto the floor, swiftly followed by his tie. Returning the favour, she shredded his shirt, peeling it off him. Pushing him back onto the bed Hayley straddled him, rocking her hips back and forth making Elijah moan. The tell-tale black veins started round his eyes as he struggled to retain control of his passions. Hayley leaned down and kissed him hungrily. Sending her tongue swirling into his mouth she grazed it against his fangs, tasting her blood in their kiss. Elijah's hands were on her backside now inside her panties, urging her on as she rubbed herself against his impressive erection.
Still Hayley needed more. Reaching down she traced Elijah's length through his trousers, before undoing them and stripping him completely. Naked, he was beautiful. She wanted to kiss him and lick him all over but didn't know where to start. Elijah gave her no time for exploration however. Turning them he drew down her panties before kissing up from her ankles to her knees. Pushing her legs apart he travelled further, nipping at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Hayley threaded her hands into his hair tugging to position him where she needed him most. When he laved her then with the flat of his tongue she screamed, tossing her head from side to side as she pressed his head to her with both hands. His tongue flicked her clit with expert precision, his rhythm designed to wring every last ounce of arousal from her. She felt the pressure building. So close, so close. But not like this.
"Elijah. Please. I need you inside me. Now, Elijah." Hayley was demanding in her desire and Elijah complied with ready acceptance. Pushing her legs wide he positioned himself at her entrance. Their eyes met and held as Elijah pressed into her inch by glorious inch until Hayley felt like she would explode. They were still then, for a moment. Hayley felt the world spin as Elijah began to move, impaling her with each thrust until she saw stars. She wrapped her legs around his back and matched his pace, driving him onwards with each undulation of her hips. Hayley clawed at his back desperate to bring him as close to her as she possibly could and he rewarded her when she saw those black veins descend again down his cheeks as he lost control. The sight of Elijah in such throes was enough. Hayley's body went into free-fall as her orgasm hit, ripping through her with the force of a tornado leaving her limp and boneless. She was barely aware of Elijah shuddering above her as he poured into her, his head thrown back.
Elijah rolled to one side, taking her with him, still joined. He tucked her arms around him and supported her head on one of his. Hayley felt her breathing return to normal although she knew that things would never be normal again. They had crossed that line and there was no turning back. She smiled.
Looking down at her indulgently, Elijah ran his lips over her hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. "I have wanted you for so long," he whispered. "I need you to know that. Whatever you might choose to do in the future, know that I am glad we have had this time together."
"Don't even think of being noble, Elijah" Hayley replied indignantly. "I need you. Not just for this but for everything. I want you in my life in every way. You told me three months ago that I would always have a choice. The truth is, Elijah, is that there was never any choice. There was only ever you. Right from the start."
Elijah smiled, and his reply was not in words.
A/N: Well. There you have it! I'm leaving this fic open in case the smut-muse strikes again! Reviews give her strength! Thanks for reading.