Disclaimer: not mine, as much as I wish it. A/N: Bonus chapter because it's Christmas. I've had a few Sangrias and champagnes so who knows where this will go - Merry Christmas! x
3.
And One for All
"Klaus, we're going to be late if we don't-" Hayley said, pulling her leather jacket on over a red cocktail dress. "Where is he?" Klaus had left his bedroom and entered the kitchen, she could hear him discussing the night's festivities with Rebekah who fed Hope in her high chair. Hayley put on a bit of lipstick and ran a hand though her wild hair, satisfied by her reflection. Hayley watched Klaus pick up his daughter and leave big kisses on both apple-stained cheeks.
"We're going to be late," she reminded them, though she half wished she could stay and play but they had not been out in months and Klaus, was auctioning off his paintings as guest of honour.
"DAVINA, JOSH!" Hayley yelled up the stairs, hearing movement from the upstairs bedrooms.
Josh arrived at the top of the stairs first, casually dressed, craning his neck into Davina's room, where she emerged carrying a stack of Vogue magazines. She had not been herself since breaking up with Tim, a few weeks ago, when he accepted a scholarship to play violin in Italy. Josh attempted to put her into good spirits by racing her down the stairs, "last one's a rotten egg!" but accidently elbowed her tower of magazines over the banister sending them flying, inches from Hayley's head.
"You're so lucky those didn't hit me," Hayley said, crossing her arms as Josh fumbled them back into his arms and waited for orders, while Davina snatched them back and headed for the couch. It was strange seeing her this way: subdued and angry, Hayley thought, making a mental note to talk to her about it when she returned from the charity event. "Davina - kitchen!" Hayley eyed Klaus who was pretending to toss a giggling Hope into the air. "We'll be home after midnight. Emergency numbers are all programmed into your phones. Hope has been bathed and fed, and please try to get her to sleep by seven, seven thirty."
"Okay," Josh and Davina said in unison.
"And promise me, no funny business this time. Hope doesn't need to learn any more bad habits."
Hayley kissed them both on the cheek goodbye, as they mumbled 'promise' and she took Hope from Klaus' reluctant arms to give her a big hug. Hope still smelled of Johnson's Baby power. "I'm going to miss you," Hayley murmured, hearing Klaus threatening the garden on Josh and Davina if anything got out of control. Rebekah pushed Klaus out the door - and Hayley gave Hope to Josh, kissing her sweet, pink cheeks goodbye.
Josh gingerly lifted Hope's kicking legs and tried to think of anything other than what confronted him. Practically everyone was invited to the charity gala except them, they were allocated babysitters, and on a Friday night! Hope laughed at him, her legs slipping out of his grip. He heard Davina flicking pages on the couch and tried to keep calm but it was the colour of wilted spinach.
"Oh god," Josh muttered to himself. Davina hadn't moved, or asked if he needed help. Josh lifted Hope's legs and scraped as much mess off as he could while holding his breath, putting her gift aside, quickly disinfecting his hands with baby-wipes, then polishing her behind. With the worst over he spoke to Davina, who had stopped to read an article.
"You know I was thinking, I haven't been to a proper party in months? I mean, not counting yours - which was pretty impressive, beanstalk and all-" Davina grunted. "I mean the last time I really went clubbing? Well, Marcel turned me, and I thought things couldn't get any worse...until you broke Klaus' compulsion, and well, when Klaus kept using me as a pawn..."
Hope kicked him in the face, she laughed and farted. Devil's spawn, that's what Davina had once called her. Josh hadn't believed it at the time... His gag reflex was worse than the paprika in his coffee, that time. Josh made a big deal out of it, but Davina ignored him. He hadn't had a real conversation with her in weeks. He picked up Hope's gift, still warm...
"When's the pizza arriving, I'm starving?" he asked.
"Not much longer, I ordered about forty minutes ago," Davina answered as Josh, tossed the nappy into her lap. Perfect score! Besides, what are best friends for? "EUGH! JOSH! EUGH!" Davina sprung from the couch, dancing up and down and shaking her hands as though the poo was all over her when it was still wrapped tightly in a ball - he wasn't that evil.
Josh was having hysterics, carrying Hope in a new nappy and almost crying at Davina's reaction. Still laughing he passed Hope to a paranoid Davina and returned the spoiled nappy to the bin, outside. When he came through the back door, he had composed himself, though the odd chuckle escaped him reminiscing the event. He sniffed the air - was that fried cabanossi and bacon?
Davina stood chatting to an attractive pizza guy in the doorway and Josh picked up his wallet in a dreamy state, pulling out some cash. He became entranced by the guy's dimples and blinked stupidly before Davina elbowed him in the ribs. She told him, Aiden, that was his name, used to play in Tim's jazz band. Josh raised his eyebrows, interested. Davina bounced Hope on her hip.
"Yeah, I played trumpet but then Tim got that scholarship and, well, I had to pay the bills somehow."
"Oh, well, love the hat," Josh said, mentally face-palming himself for his stupid reply.
Hope furthered his humiliation by letting off another fart-bomb with a disgusting squelch, smelling of baked beans. Josh tried his hardest to look normal but his left eye twitched. Aiden pocketed the cash, gave the pizzas to him and tipped his hat with an awkward smile. Josh watched him climb onto his motorbike like Marlon Brando in the Wild Ones, leaving him a little breathless.
"Cute, huh?" Davina smirked, as though she were back to her old self.
Josh bet his left ear that Klaus was responsible for Hope's flatulence in some way and couldn't decide if it was a good or bad sign, that he may never see Aiden as a result. Davina put Hope into her play pen and Josh grabbed some plates, trying to pretend he wasn't still thinking of Aiden and his perfect jaw line. His lips tweaked into a smile as he sat down on the couch beside Davina.
"Klaus, if you touch that phone...so help me," Hayley said for the hundredth time.
The hybrid grumbled something under his breath and fixed his black tie, pulling a napkin into his lap. Hayley watched the guests at the other tables. She adjusted her off the shoulder black dress aware that Klaus' eyes hadn't left his phone. To his frustration she moved it further to her left. Jackson tapped him on the shoulder and engaged him in a conversation as Hayley took in the atmosphere.
Rebekah joined them, dragging an exhausted Matt to their table. "Where the hell is Elijah? I thought he was coming too?" She looked over their heads at a row of tables beside the stage. "I'll be right back, I've got to check on the cakes." Matt took a seat next to Hayley. She moved empty champagne flutes aside to reach the red wine.
"I'll have one of those," he said when Hayley poured herself a glass. She passed him the bottle. "Rebekah's donated four cakes. Chocolate, Red Velvet, Lemon and Black forest," he said, crossing them off on his fingers and gulping down some wine. Hayley saw bags under his eyes.
Rebekah was President of the New Orleans Women's Cake association. It amused Hayley greatly to see Klaus ironing his own shirts since Rebekah's career took off in cake decorating. Cami and Marcel arrived, Marcel sat down next to Klaus and Cami sat between Matt and Hayley.
"So how's business at Rousseau's, Matt?" Marcel asked across the table. "Sophie taught you her Gumbo recipe yet?"
Cami's engagement ring glinted beneath the chandeliers. "Glad this thing finishes at midnight, I've got my psychology thesis to hand in on Monday and some twelve hundred words to write." Hayley passed her the bottle of red wine. "Thanks!" Cami gulped a few mouthfuls from the bottle, unashamedly. "I write better on a few bottles of booze," she smirked. "And how's Hope? She's what, seven months?"
Hayley nodded. "We've left Davina and Josh babysitting. Hopefully our daughter will be in one piece by the time we get home." She leaned her elbows on the table, eyeing the twelve easels placed below the stage, all with covers hiding them from view. Cami read the label to the pinot noir out of boredom, waiting for Matt and Marcel's conversation to finish.
"That's right, Marcel told me about the party from hell," Cami smirked.
"We never did locate Benedict, the tiger," Hayley murmured.
That night had been an eye-opener for both Hayley and Klaus. She had taken charge, distracted Klaus with a kiss that ignited feelings otherwise forgotten. She once promised Josh and Davina that they would be each other's family. It seemed like decades since she had come to New Orleans searching for her own family and thanks to Sophie, hers and Klaus Mikaelson's destinies had collided. Hayley never realized how hard it was to raise a child, especially when your other half had such different ideas.
"I'm sure they've learned their lesson," Cami said, pulling a heap of serviettes towards her. Matt was discussing sports with Marcel, and Klaus had excused himself while Hayley stared dreamily into space. Father Kieran was testing the microphone and Sophie, wearing a dress Hayley could never pull off, made her way to the bar where Elijah stood talking to diplomats. Hayley saw Cami jotting notes on a napkin for her thesis out the corner of her eye. Matt had excused himself to find Rebekah and Klaus' phone was buzzing in front of her. She picked it up to read the message, from Stefan.
Running late, Caroline's still packing. Will be there as soon as we can, providing she doesn't decide to bring every hair appliance we own. - S
"Don't expect Kol will join us, he hates these charity events." Rebekah licked her frosting fingers and kissed Matt's cheek. "Did you miss me?" she sat down in Klaus' empty seat and Matt wrapped his arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple sweetly. Hayley searched the room for her missing husband, slightly jealous of the way Matt treasured Rebekah.
Marcel had finally opened the night with a few jokes, pointing to their half empty table and a missing guest of honour - all proceeds from the night would go to two places: Rousseau's at Sophie's request and to Father Kieran's church for repairs. Where the hell had Klaus gone? Hope this wasn't a game? She could never tell with Klaus, but lately he had been distant, more distant than usual.
"Excuse me," Hayley left the table, leaving Cami and her tower of serviettes behind. Maybe Klaus had physically gone to check on Hope? She rolled her eyes, leaving the ballroom to walk straight into an agitated Klaus on the front steps, and seeing Kol sprinting out of sight.
"What was that about?" Hayley demanded.
"I just sent Kol to do some errands..."
"What, now?" Hayley scoffed.
"Yes, now," Klaus grunted, returning to the party.
Hayley stalked Klaus into the foyer. She had never noticed before how long his strides were.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Davina opened the door to find Kol Mikaelson there, though she had not met him officially. He had a crooked grin and eyes with a mischievous glint - Marcel warned her about these players. He was dressed in a tuxedo. Josh lay sleeping on the lounge with Hope on his chest. Kol sighed, craning around her to see inside the house. "Can I come in?" he asked. Davina narrowed her eyes. "Klaus seems to think you two need some guidance. I'm Kol, the sinful, brother. I'm sure you've heard of me."
Davina could not to be distracted by his attractiveness, or his smile, and felt irritated that Klaus had broken his promise to Hayley and not trusted them. She felt offended by Kol's visit and tried to slam the door on him. It would have worked if Kol hadn't left his big foot half inside the door. "Motherf-" The door bounced off its hinges and Davina began to kick at his foot, hoping it would dislodge itself.
"And Elijah calls you a sweetheart," Kol said, kicking the door open.
When Davina frowned, raising her hand to do something witchy, Kol smiled, infuriating her more. "I admire your courage, Davina Claire, but I'm an Original, and I've accumulated a few centuries of witch knowledge to know exactly what spell you'd think of." Kol blocked her with a laugh. "Look, I'm happy to do this all night, okay? But through no fault of your own, Klaus asked me to be here and if you don't mind, darling, it's bloody freezing and I need to warm my feet."
Much to Davina's annoyance, Kol barged inside. Josh sat upright, hugging Hope to his chest: Hope was not fazed and could sleep through the apocalypse if needed. Davina slammed the door and crossed her arms.
"So that's my darling niece, is it? Grown up, she has. Well, carry on, Davina Claire - don't mind me - is that pizza?" Josh sent a worried look to Davina who followed Kol, furious of the intrusion.
"As you can see, we're fine," she snapped. "And I'm not your darling!"
"Bad luck Davina Claire, you're stuck with me."
Hayley saw Stefan and Caroline putting away their coats in the foyer. Stefan had just noticed them, calling Caroline's attention. She wore a blue dress with tassels and brushed her fringe out of her mascara-heavy eyes. The last time Hayley had seen Caroline she had snapped her neck. She presumed Caroline would have done the same - so she called it even. They gave each other a quick peck on the cheek and a hug while Klaus and Stefan hugged each other like long lost brothers.
"Took you long enough!" Klaus grinned, breaking apart and steering Stefan into the ballroom.
"Impressive," Caroline noted, walking between the white-clothed tables and staring in awe at the chandeliers above. Hayley's thoughts ventured over her time in Mystic Falls, and Tyler and all the drama that followed. Caroline smiled over her shoulder at Hayley and hurried to join Stefan's side.
"Marcel's doing a good job of warming up the room," Klaus smirked, leading his two friends inside. Hayley admired Caroline's bobbed haircut: she looked happy and she thought of the last time she'd seen Klaus that content - it was whenever he had Hope in his arms. Following them,
she felt Klaus' phone buzz against her hand with a new text: Am at house. No beanstalk. - Kol.
Fucking Klaus!
Hayley sat in silence, picking at her dinner. Klaus had sent Kol to spy on Davina and Josh and to report back - she clenched her fists in her lap trying to keep calm. While everybody was digging into their dishes, Hayley fought against digging her nails into Klaus' leg just to exert her frustration. Had she not told him to trust her?
She wasn't even listening to Stefan and Caroline's news, instead she gulped down more wine and ignored the two new messages lit up on Klaus' phone. Much to her dismay, Klaus' hand found its way to her knee, and inched further up it. She contemplated stabbing his hand with her fork but didn't want to spill blood over her favourite black dress. An involuntary gasp escaped her when Klaus' lips suddenly brushed across her cheek, mirrored by his left hand's intrusion beneath her knickers.
She was going to kill him. Cami hadn't noticed, she was in an intense game of boxes with Matt. Above the table, Klaus casually swirled his new glass of pinot noir in his other hand. Stefan and Caroline had left the table to see if Klaus had painted some snowflake and Klaus began stroking her centre, smirking into his wine. He really was the devil. She began to squirm around his hand - her heart racing, then regaining her sanity, she gripped his groin, and squeezed hard.
"Think carefully about your next move," Hayley warned, satisfied by his sudden withdrawal.
"Just going to freshen up before my speech." Klaus kissed her, pulling apart before she could really enjoy it. "Game on, Hayley," he smirked, leaving her to question what had just happened. She brushed her hair from her face and crossed her legs under the table, checking messages and tingling between the legs.
Sophie's shoes tapped across the stage and Hayley saw Rebekah and Elijah calling out raffle numbers - Sabine hurried up the steps to collect a lifetime's supply of chocolate. Stefan and Caroline had returned ladled with champagne and bids on three of Klaus' paintings. Hayley decided waiting for Klaus wasn't her forte and excused herself to tell Klaus a piece of mind. She found him outside the men's and smiled like a black widow spider about to devour her husband.
"Hayley, I'm meant to be doing my speech-" Klaus said, as she steered him back the way he came.
"Oh, you will wait your turn, husband." Hayley had a speech of her own. Nobody saw them enter and Klaus must have gotten the gist he was in trouble when she locked the bathroom door and shoved three new messages into his grim face. "What are these?!"
"I wasn't comfortable in leaving two teenagers with Hope, so I asked Kol to hold the fort." Hayley watched his eyes dart between his phone, her furious expression and the locked door.
"Hayley," he tried to make her reconsider. "I'm going to be late." She would not let him win this time.
"I specifically told you not to interfere!" she yelled, since he didn't seem to get it.
Klaus ran a hand through his hair out of frustration. "Hayley, we live in a town that, for the most part, when it's not served with free food or drink, wants me dead - so forgive me for trying to protect our daughter," Klaus moved towards the door impatiently.
"It's not the fact that you wanted to make Hope safe, it's that you didn't trust me: I told you the kids would be fine, and you still, still, sent Kol - who, from what I know from Elijah, is a terrible choice!"
"He was my only choice, Hayley! Would you prefer I ask someone from your side of the family?"
Hayley glared at him, shaking violently. "You're an asshole." Hayley threw his phone at his frustrated face, hoping she broke it into a million pieces and unlocked the door.
"Hayley, Hayley. I didn't mean..." Klaus attempted to grab her to apologise.
"Don't fucking touch me," Hayley walked back through the foyer, wiping fresh tears from her face.
"Get your hand off my ass!" Davina said through clenched teeth as she played twister in the middle of the lounge room with Josh and Hope in charge of the dial, and Kol's wandering hands being the last straw. "I swear I'll give you an aneurism..." she warned, gritting her teeth.
"You're hogging all the space!" Kol grunted. "I can't reach the red spot!"
"Well touching my ass, isn't going to get it any closer!" Davina said dangerously.
Josh thought he better spin again before they really did kill each other. "Ok, Hope's spinning, spinning and - left foot on blue!" he watched Davina twist her body beneath Kol's and freeze, while Kol made sure his hands didn't touch any part of her as he stretched his leg just under her stomach.
For some reason Josh was craving salted pretzels. Hope attacked the dial with her sticky hands, and Josh realized it was at least eight. "One more spin, Hope, then you have to go to B.E.D, he said, catching Davina's roll of the eyes, and Kol reached for his beer, taking a long swig. "Spinning... right hand on green." Davina wobbled, arching her back and overbalancing Kol who grabbed her wrist so as not to leave the game. Davina blasted him with magic and Hope and Josh watched with wide eyes as his body smashed through the wall.
"Uh... was that necessary?" Josh said, climbing from the couch with a surprised Hope. Davina pursed her lips declaring that she had won the game and they heard Kol groaning among rubble. Josh helped him stand and Kol brushed dirt from his hair, glaring at Davina who stood her ground.
Josh pointed at the hole in the wall, with a shaking hand. "Davina, you broke the wall..."
"I told him not to touch me," Davina said, taking her magazines and disappearing up the stairs.
"Thanks for nothing," Josh called up to her as Kol kicked at the jip-rock and watched the dust settle.
"I think I really fucked up, mate," Klaus said to Stefan, leaning against the bar. He drank a beer, trying to think of ways to make it up to Hayley. "I'm in the dog house, literally." He had made his speech short, and sweet, and still Hayley avoided him. "I don't know what to do," he admitted seeing her sitting at their table by herself.
Stefan sighed. "Give her space." He patted Klaus on the shoulder. "She'll come around." Klaus still looked depressed and Stefan had never seen him in this kind of predicament before.
Caroline emerged from the crowd with an empty champagne flute. She popped it onto the bar and kissed Stefan's cheek in greeting. "Couldn't help but overhear... If you really want to apologise to her you're going to need to stop feeling sorry for yourself. Sure giving space is fine sometimes, but Klaus, you do realize this is the first time in months since you two have spent time alone? She doesn't want space, she wants you!"
Klaus let her words sink in, confused. Caroline wrapped her arm around Stefan's waist. "We've got a while before desert so I asked Marcel if we could open the dance floor. When was the last time you and Hayley danced?"
"Never," Klaus admitted to Caroline's horrified expression. Stefan smiled when Klaus looked up at the stage and said: "Is that Marcel singing?" Klaus watched Marcel and Cami singing a duet together.
Listen, Darling, you send me,
Darling, you send me, yeah
"She won't dance with me," Klaus said, putting down his beer. "Not now." Stefan gave him an encouraging smile as Caroline rolled her eyes.
"You never let that stop you before," she said, "I thought you were the alpha male?" Caroline pulled a reluctant Stefan onto the dance floor and hoped Klaus would ask Hayley to dance.
At first I thought it was infatuation, but,
But wooh, it's lasted so long
Hayley had received a bunch of weird messages from Josh telling her not to come home anytime soon and to stay out as late as she wanted! She was halfway to the bar when Rebekah grabbed her, dragging her onto the dance floor where she resumed waltzing with Matt. "You should be dancing! It's Christmas eve!" Hayley sighed, her eyes travelling over the happy couples but she could not bring herself to smile.
Now I find myself wanting
To marry you and take you home, woah
Nearby were Elijah and Sophie slowly rotating, and Rebekah beamed over Matt's shoulder. She saw Stefan spinning Caroline around and her smile was infectious. Hayley saw Jackson and Sabine dancing and then she saw Klaus heading towards her. Rebekah kept sending her amused looks and she knew she had been set up. Caroline's laugh rang in her ears. Klaus gave her an apologetic and shy look, holding out his right hand.
You thrill me
I know you, you, you thrill me
Darling you, you, you, you thrill me
Honest you do
Hayley looked over his pleading eyes and saw that nearly everyone in the vicinity watched them with bated breath. He stood right in front of her now, waiting, and when she said nothing, he said:
"One dance?"
The last time Hayley had physically been this close, they had their tongues down each other's throats: honeymoon period. Hayley's eyebrows knotted together, she could feel every muscle in her body tense up and her fist rolled into a ball. He hadn't noticed. Hayley needed more alcohol but the bar was too far away and she heard Marcel pick up the pace, then the song changed to something faster and sassier and there was a 'hooray' from Rebekah and Caroline.
"Running away, little Wolf?" Klaus grabbed her elbow and her fist clocked him right in the jaw. He doubled over, emerging with a bleeding lip. "I'm sorry for what I said. It was out of line. Let me make it up to you." Blood dribbled down his chin and onto his the top buttons of his shirt. "I won't bite." Josh had told her to have fun... and it wasn't even nine yet. Hayley reluctantly took his hand, giving him a chance.
Kol dived unhelpfully behind the couch as the kitchen table blew up in a cloud of smoke. Josh had taken cover behind the piano and Davina was blissfully aware of any disruptions since she'd been in the bath for over an hour. Josh, wondered why Klaus and Hayley hadn't warned him about Hope's sudden interest in witchcraft!
"Make her stop or the house is going to come down on our heads!" Kol yelled at Josh, as if he spoke Witch. Hope was having the best time, sitting among rubble and conducting her hands, shooting angry looks at a piece of furniture and screaming in joy when it burst into thousands of pieces.
"DAVINA?" Josh yelled over the exploding television set. "S.O.S, S.O.S!" Josh caught sight of Hope crawling into the kitchen and hastily returned to his feet before she exploded the oven.
"What's all the racket?" Davina appeared in the room wearing only a towel and the sudden explosion caught her off guard. Josh dove onto the ground, Hope in his arms covered in flour. He looked up to see Davina's towel lying a foot away from her actual body, and Kol staring at Davina as though she were his Christmas present. He smirked to her embarrassment.
"Everybody out!" Josh said, holding onto a squirming Hope. Davina picked up her towel and glared at Kol before he could remark. Kol swaggered outside, thinking the night had gotten a whole lot better.
Hayley had let her anger at Klaus ebb away. She found herself impressed by his dance moves and the way he made it look so easy. Hayley couldn't dance for anything - she had never had the practice growing up in a foster home. She shouldn't have been surprised that Klaus knew the salsa, or that their one dance, had led to about four. She couldn't deny that dancing with Klaus had been exactly what she craved, and as his head rested against her forehead, murmuring her name like it were something fragile, she felt his hand rest comfortably against her cheek.
"Forgive me," he whispered and Hayley could do only that. She bit her lip, feeling like she were seventeen again and liked how her hands fit snugly inside his and remembering the feeling of his hand against the small of her back, and his hands instructing her hips, and how she had actually laughed and how he made her let go of her insecurities. She heard his voice in her ear. "We're a lot alike, you and I."
Hayley smiled, feeling safe in his arms, like she never wanted to let go. She saw Caroline and Stefan sharing a kiss and Sophie and Elijah were back at their table eating desert, and Hayley rotated on the spot, hearing Marcel's announcement, that the bids were being counted and that there was still a romantic holiday for two in Paris to win. Hayley felt his warm breaths against her temple and noticed the blood on his lip had dried.
She could feel something rising in her chest that didn't make her feel queasy but like she craved more from him and she pulled him off the dance floor, catching Rebekah's even more amused look, back through the empty tables and into the bathroom where Jackson had just left. She locked the door and this time - there would be little talking.
"Hayley, what are you doing?" Klaus raised his eyebrows.
"What we should have done ages ago," Hayley answered, wrapping his tie around her fingers and pulling it, hard. "No disruptions...only the two of us, and we have unfinished business," she felt more alive than ever, throwing back his shirt - how had she lasted this long, she didn't know. "This is what I want, Klaus. Dirty, bathroom sex."
Klaus stumbled back against the locked door and Hayley jumped into his arms, igniting her emotions and heart-rate. She beamed into his ear when angry fists on the toilet door were confronted with Klaus' 'bugger off' and she had to remind him she wasn't made of glass, in fact, her fingers latched into his hair and she crashed her eager mouth against his, wanting more.
Klaus responded, gripping her bum firmly. Hayley withdrew his belt with a clatter, moaning when their mouths met, and kissed every part of him she could reach. One arm wrapped around his neck, and her head rolled back in ecstasy as Klaus' mouth attacked her shoulders and chest. "Fuck," Hayley kissed him again, locking her ankles around his waist. He smelled like... Hugo Boss. She left lipstick marks across his stubble. "Did you say, fuck me?" Klaus murmured raking her knickers down her thighs, and positioning himself inside her. "Because you better hold on, little wolf."
Hayley smiled, bucking against him. "That's the cheesiest line ever, does that normally work for you?" she gasped. Their forehead's met, breathless and sweaty, and she looked into his bright eyes, smirking. He carried her to the vanity, and her bum fell into the sink with a leaking tap. Hayley wrenched the tap off in frustration and it clattered to the tiles. Klaus smirked, lifting Hayley's thighs up, and sending her further into oblivion. "Fuck me!"
"With pleasure, little wolf," Klaus grinned, glad to be back in her good books.
Hayley's bra strap slipped further down her shoulder, and her head rested against the mirror. She had repeated the word 'fuck' at least a hundred times without regret. Gripping the vanity, she met every thrust, building momentum. Sweat dripped off Klaus's forehead onto hers as he groaned and teased her with one or two fingers. She felt so wet. So wet.
Hayley raked her hands through his hair, then stopped, wrenching his head aside, disturbed by the water pooling around her bottom and overflowing over sink. "I didn't know I could make you that wet, love." Hayley narrowed her eyes and let him go. Klaus stepped back, his penis deflated and miserable. He lifted up his trousers, now soaked an inch in water. She pulled up her knickers, half sitting in the basin and frowned when the fabric stuck to her wet bum.
Klaus located his belt in the river of water about to cascade beneath the rim of the door. "This is all your fault!" Hayley picked up the broken tap, attempting to fix it as a clearly annoyed Klaus picked up his soaked-through shirt and jacket - "My fault? You wanted to have slutty sex..."
"Watch it," Hayley hissed. "As if you didn't enjoy it." His ears grew red and Hayley had no clue how to explain their appearance to half of New Orleans. "Water's seeping under the door!" she said, kicking it the other way and soaking Klaus even more. He went to work, using his wet shirt to plug the flooding tap and Hayley was definitely turned on by how easily he whipped it into a knot, and how water mingled with his sweat. She shivered, feeling the breeze from an open window.
"This is not what I imagined would come of our reunion," Klaus grunted, shoving his hand beneath the vanity and shutting the water off. As soon as he emerged, wiping the water from his face, Hayley stopped him from leaving. "Hayley," Her chest heaved and she beamed when he hitched her right leg up against his waist, stumbling against the first toilet stall.
Water splashed up around them. Klaus slammed her against the cubicle walls. She resumed kissing him, digging her nails into his shoulder blades. Immediately she rotated her hips against his cock, feeling her walls tighten, until both hybrids were a sweaty mess. Hayley moaned into his ear as Klaus groaned, spilling his seed inside her and her name fell off his parched lips and onto her heaving chest.
Hayley slid off him, knees trembling and cunt dripping. His eyes hadn't left hers. Klaus' hand gently caressed the back of her neck. He slammed her roughly against the vanity. This time she was facing the mirror. One hand wrapped itself around her stomach, holding her in place while his mock-growl excited her. She liked the way Klaus took control, it reminded her of their first time together. "You like to be in control, you tell me." Hayley braced herself, feeling her adrenaline surging through her. Her dress gaped at the front, and she saw Klaus' hands rubbing her nipples together, and he pinched one to see its effect. Hayley screamed, but the sound was muffled beneath Klaus' hand.
"Did you enjoy that sweetheart?" Hayley barely managed a 'yes' as Klaus' tongue poked, prodded and rocked her nether regions. Her legs were almost about the buckle and just as she was about to scream in response to another powerful orgasm rippling through her body, someone's impatient fist hit the door. "Our fun is over, little wolf." Hayley lifted her head, grabbing Klaus' face and kissing him hard. "Your punishment is to come," she gasped.
Overall the night wasn't a total disaster. Stefan and Caroline won the Paris trip for two, and Cami and Marcel had a dance of their own while Caroline sang 'Sparks Fly' by Taylor Swift and Stefan whistled in encouragement. Klaus couldn't keep his hands off her, and Hayley had to say, after another long, deep kiss by the bar, she couldn't wait to get home.
Josh and Hope were asleep on the porch swing while Davina, still suspicious of Kol stood leaning against the front door. "You know, staring is rude?" Kol said, leaning against the opposite pillar.
"You know I don't trust you? I know it wasn't Hope in there. We don't get our powers until we're at least eleven. So why would you do that to Josh?"
Kol chuckled to himself. "I was bored, and your mate, he needed a bit of excitement, besides his best friend left him stranded when he needed her the most." He had left the pillar and Davina gripped her blanket even tighter. "Well, then Davina Claire? What now?" He smirked. "Because I know you don't hate me." His gentle hands brushed against her flushed cheeks and her heart raced. "Close your eyes," he whispered. Davina felt his hand against her waist and suddenly his lips brushed against hers, stealing a kiss and she exhaled, feeling butterflies erupting from her chest.
"Kol Mikaelson!" Hayley wrenched Kol off Davina and threw him hard into the pillar. Klaus stood in the background even more impressed than when she had seduced him. Josh fell off the porch swing and saw Hope in Klaus' arms. She giggled pointing at the house, and Klaus had just noticed the burn marks along the white timber... he walked inside and Hayley followed, pulling Davina and Josh inside by their arms. Kol rubbed his bruised arms, and waved his hand muttering a spell as they crossed the threshold. He smiled, touching his lips, knowing Davina's kiss was payment enough - he pulled the door shut and set out for Elijah's.
"Why isn't Hope in bed?" Hayley asked, suspiciously looking around the house, though nothing seemed out of place. Davina and Josh's surprised faces seemed to hint to Klaus that something was up, but Hope was leaving half-kisses against his cheeks, distracting him, and he bid Josh and Davina goodnight, starting up the stairs. Hayley kissed her two teenagers and said, "Don't stay up too late."
She joined Klaus upstairs in Hope's nursery, and brushed her daughter's hair from her blue eyes.
"Did you have a good night?" she asked, and Hope's mischievous smile gave her, her answer.
Hayley climbed into bed, watching Klaus getting changed. She turned down the lamps and threw her heels onto the floor, laughing when one narrowly missed his head. Klaus growled, playfully and she was pleased when he was just as eager as her to finish what they had started. She hoped Davina and Josh had some ear-plugs nearby, because she and Klaus had some unfinished business.
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