1, 2, 3… CHA, CHA, CHA
Fan fiction
Alternate Universe / Alternate Human
Comedy with as the stars:
Caroline & Klaus
Elijah & Katherine
With the participation of:
Camille & Marcel / Matt & Rebekah / Bonnie & Kol / Hayley /
Tyler / Bill Forbes / Esther / Mikael / Elena / Damon / Stefan
From: Lovely Vero
Previously on 1, 2, 3 … Cha, cha, cha …
"Senor Mikaelson!" Lucinda greeted, while lowering her head and huge black hat underneath the arch of the passenger door, before sliding herself on the backseat of the sport car.
"What in the name of God are you wearing on your head, Lucinda?" Elijah exclaimed in shock, while glancing at the maid in the car mirror.
"What this?" Lucinda pointed toward her hat, proudly. "It's my go to dance hat … Don't you like it, Senor Mikaelson?" She asked, while narrowing her sight on him.
"I'll like "it" better if you put that hat on your lap for the duration of the car ride, or I won't be able to see a thing." He rolled his eyes, in annoyance.
"Senora Shirley … I did not see you there for a second?" Lucinda raised an eyebrow; a smile twisting both sides of her red lips. "Are you sick or just silent in general?"
Hayley turned her disgruntled look toward Elijah; steam coming out of her ears.
"What if I put music?" Elijah proposed to both women to release the tension, before turning the radio on.
"What is this?" Lucinda asked, while grabbing the lingerie gift bag.
"That is not of your business." Elijah exclaimed, while narrowing his fiery sight on the maid. "Put the gift bag back where it was, Lucinda!" He ordered her.
"Oh sexy, sexy… Senor Mikaelson!" The maid exclaimed, while pulling the transparent corset out of the bag.
"Oh for God sake… What did I do to deserve this?" Elijah whispered to himself, while stroking his eyelids.
"You know who I would see wearing this?" Lucinda asked, perniciously.
"No I don't'!" He mumbled, angrily, between his teeth. "And I am not interested to know."
"Of course you do!" Lucinda replied. "Senora Pierce, don't you think so?"
"What was I saying to you?" Hayley said to Elijah, while turning her sour face toward him.
ooOoo
"Thank you Sir." The valet thanked him, while grabbing the key from Kol's hand, before adding. "Direct yourself at the entrance of the club."
"Thank you." Kol responded, while grabbing Bonnie's left hand, before directing his steps toward the lineup in front of Club entrance. "You look beautiful tonight, Bonnie." He turned his smiling face toward her blushing one.
"Thanks." She replied, shyly. "You are not looking bad yourself." She noticed; while sliding her fiery sight on his thigh black pair of jeans, silver buckle belt, silk man shirt with a few buttons opened on his chest; sleeves rolled on his upper arms, his sexy beard scruff covering his chin and cheeks, and the scent of his aftershave that was literally making Bonnie's heart skip a beat each time she smelt it.
"Oh my God… It's Bonnie Bennett!" A few fans screamed, while pointing in her direction.
Thankfully, a few security doormen managed to hold the crowd in place, while leading both Kol and Bonnie to the front of the line-up. Bonnie took the time to sign a few autographs, before rejoining her date in front of the club entrance door.
"I'm sorry." She apologized to Kol.
"No need, I understand them more than you know." Kol winked, while grabbing her chin, before murmuring near her left ear. "I perfectly understand the feeling of falling in love with Bonnie Bennett." He added, seductively, while making Bonnie blush. "Are you ready for our second date, darling?"
"Kol, I've told you already this isn't a date." She sighed, while raising her sight in his. "I don't … I mean, I don't want you to have high expectation, you know?"
"This is whatever you want to call it, Bonnie." He smirked, kissing her right cheek, before pulling the young woman on his heels; while entering the Congo night club.
Chapter 9
"Tequila boom-boom"
Part 2
"Lucinda, I'll drop you and Hayley in front of the dancing club." Elijah informed both women; while glancing from the corners of his eyes at Hayley; before raising his sight in the mirror to take a quick look at his ex-maid. "I'll meet you inside; after getting the valet service to park the car."
"You'll drop me with whom, Senor Mikaelson?" Lucinda arched an eyebrow, smirking.
"Obviously, I meant "Shirley", Lucinda." Elijah mumbled, angrily, between his teeth, before rolling his eyes to the night sky, while sighing loudly.
"Seriously Elijah, that's the treatment I'll always get from now on?" Hayley turned her mad glance at the driver; arrows of anger coming out of her eyes; arms firmly crossed over her chest.
"What do you want me to do?" Elijah shrugged his shoulders to his girlfriend; it's not like he could change Lucinda stubbornness in a snap of fingers.
"Senora Shirley, don't get all wrap-up in your own self, esta noche we dance the Salsa, no time for self-indulging." Lucinda commented, joyfully; while placing the large black hat, back on her head.
"Did she insult me just now?" Hayley asked, with her mouth opened.
"And we are finally at the club!" Elijah exclaimed with relief.
Now if only God could be on his side for the rest of the evening?
"What can I offer you?" Kol shouted into Bonnie's left ear, his voice crushed under the loud tempo of the dance music.
"I would take a Cosmopolitan, please?" Bonnie mouthed, while nodding her head.
"It's coming right up, darling." He winked, while blessing her left cheek of a kiss, before leading his steps toward the bar counter.
"Bonnie… Bonnie…." The young woman heard the shouts of her name, while frantically turning her head to scatter the large crowd.
"Caroline." She smiled at the sight of her friend, before jumping into her welcoming arms. "Wow! Look at you sexy thing!" Bonnie exclaimed; while sliding her sight on her shimmering silver short dress. "Are you trying to seduce someone?" She winked. "Your English dance partner; perhaps? You dress is literally like a second skin on you."
"What?" Caroline blushed through the hundred shades of red. "No, no … I'm … I'm dressed for the publicity dance number that we'll all do as semi-finale contestants." She explained more, while rubbing her hands nervously.
"Mm… Mm… And your deep cleavage is for your publicity number too, I suppose?" Bonnie winked. "Where's your hunk of dance partner, anyway?"
"I don't care; I'm avoiding Klaus Mikaelson like the plague at the moment." Caroline shrugged, while sighing loudly. "He's sticking to me like glue, and I've told him numerous times that I don't want to have an affair with him ..." She tried to express her feelings, but without being able to do so. "I'm uncomfortable…"
"Translation: This is bullshit, you do care, and you're falling hard for him." Bonnie smiled; while titling her head and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "You do realize that you have a killing chemistry with him on the dance floor, that can't only be related to dance, can it?"
"Yes it can! Stop saying things like that! I don't want to mix my work with my personal life!" Caroline replied, dryly. "And his damn dimples make it impossible for me to concentrate on what I want."
"Which is "him"?" Bonnie held her need to burst into laughter.
"Yes…No!" Caroline nodded, before shaking her head in negation. "Stop this!" She pointed a finger underneath Bonnie's nose.
"Geez, Forbes, I was joking! You're on edge tonight, what's going on?" Bonnie wondered, while squeezing Caroline's right forearm.
"Nothing… Just a bit tired." Caroline shook her head, with a timid smile blessing the corners of her lips. "And you should talk Bennett; look at your killer dress woman, red and leather? Seriously, who's the lucky guy…Oh right, it's my friend; Kol." She mocked, gently.
"Don't do this, Caroline!" Bonnie rolled her eyes; while sighing loudly. "Kol was coming, I was coming; so we've decided to tag along, he's becoming a … friend to me, like he's a friend to you, don't make it more than what it is." She shrugged, falsely indifferent, while lying through her teeth.
"Yah, sure, nothing is screaming "friendship" as much as a red leather dress." Caroline winked at her friend; while smirking. "Give him a chance, he's a good guy; he's sexy as hell; and he's crazy about you since as long as I can remember."
"Shush!" Bonnie shushed her friend, while placing a finger in front of her red lips. "He's picking up drinks at the bar counter, I don't want to lead your friend into false promises."
"Damn! Then you're surely dressed to send the wrong message!" Caroline rolled her eyes; mocker.
"It's a damn Latino night club, how do you want me to dress." Bonnie replied; outraged.
"I'm teasing you, Bonnie, relax." Caroline tried to calm her friend. "I need to go backstage, we'll talk later around a good drink."
"Ok." Bonnie nodded; before kissing Caroline on both cheeks.
"I'm with the staff and crew." Kol showed his employee card to the barman.
"What can I serve you?" The barman asked, politely, while lowering his upper body on the counter, before showing his spotless smile.
"I'll take a cold beer and a Cosmopolitan." Kol replied his order; while nodding.
"It's coming right up." The dark handsome barman replied, while grabbing a glass on a shelf.
"Klaus!" Kol greeted; amicably, while smiling and hitting his closed right fist with the one of his bar companion.
"Hey Kol; how are you, mate?" Klaus replied; while raising his bottle of beer in the air as a greeting gesture. "Cheer?"
"Wait…" Kol grabbed the bottle of beer handed to him by the barman, before hitting it with Klaus's. "Cheer back, man!"
Both men drank a few gulps before lowering their bottles on the counter.
"So? Mid-finale…Wooo… You and Caroline must be ecstatic?" Kol exclaimed, smiling.
"Oh, I'm sure she's ecstatic, alright!" Klaus commented; smirking; while lowering his sight on his bottle at hand. "She's putting "X" on her calendar until the finale, counting days until the one she'll get rid of my ass as her partner."
"Come on, I don't believe that for a second." Kol winked. "If you tell her that I've said what I'm about to say to you, she'll probably kill me; I'll rot in hell forever…But …" He added, near Klaus's right ear. "She has the biggest crush on you."
"I kind of felt it each time we kissed." Klaus shrugged; good player.
"You kissed?" Kol chocked; while coughing. "Damn, it's third base already? I thought you were at the four base of ripping your heads off?"
Klaus arched an eyebrow, while tilting his head toward his companion, a bigger smirk raising the corners of his lips.
"Second base… First?" Kol stood speechless and surprised. "Damn, I've missed like the all soap opera of what happened between you two."
"I think I'm pushing an idea that won't lead anywhere." Klaus gulped the rest of the amber alcohol, before pushing the bottle on the counter. "She's not interested; she's just attracted physically, infatuated by the idea of a hook-up … But, she's not into me."
'Back up, would you." Kol pointed a finger toward Klaus. "Are you telling me that you want more out of this "thing" you have with Caroline, than … Well, how to put it "delicately"; considering it's my friend and you're technically a guest in the show?" Kol raised his sight to the ceiling.
"Yes, Kol… I want more than a roll in the hay." Klaus replied, honestly.
"Wow, and does she know?" Kol exclaimed, in surprise. "Did you tell her how you felt about her? It's kind of a big deal."
"She wouldn't care what I have to say anyway, I've tried to show her, but..." Klaus shrugged. "I'm not good with words, I've never been."
"Listen, it's probably not of my business; but … You're a nice fellow and all, but you have a killer reputation of being a player with women." Kol put the cards on the table. "Now; if Caroline wants to have fun with you and have a fling; that's her prerogative, but she's a strong, honest woman; and I know that in her heart she wants the picket white fence, two kids, a husband and a dog; I'm not disrespectful toward your way of living, to each their own fucked up way of finding happiness on this earth, but … She has been hurt badly last season, with her past boyfriend, as you must know now, and I don't' want a repeat of it, or sincerely man… You'll have to answer back to me."
"I'm not a monk, Kol; I've never been; but most of what you've read about me in magazines is bullshit with a capital "B"!" Klaus winced with disdain. "It was just a way to sell an image. It's just that Caroline is different; she fits with me, like a key in its lock." He let a smile spread on his lips. "I want to offer her what she wants, but she is too stubborn to give it a try."
"Listen, if you're really sincere and you want to win Caroline's heart; why aren't you trying to articulate your feelings into words, lay everything on the table, what do you have to lose to this point? I know she likes you … It's a good start." Kol shrugged, while grabbing Bonnie's drink in his hand. "Thank you!" He thanked the barman. "I'll catch you later, man; don't give up… I know that I'm not giving up on my goal!" He added, winking to Klaus; before leading his steps toward Bonnie, who was standing in front of the dance floor.
Elijah Mikaelson and Katherine Pierce both stepped over the threshold of the main entrance of the dancing club, while glancing at each other from the corners of their eyes.
"Good evening, Miss Pierce." He greeted the brunette, politely, while being answered by her complete indifference; before slowly sliding his sight on her sexy choice of clothing. "Did you lose your boyfriend, Mason Lockwood; on the way to the event?" He mocked, while walking alongside the young woman. "Oh I see, Miss Pierce, I get the silence treatment, now?"
Damn her! Elijah held his breath; sexual images of both their naked and sweaty bodies rolling on the bed sheet filling his head against his better judgement, and it was all Katherine Pierce's fault! She was perched on a pair of high heels sandals; her leather pants dressing her long legs like a second skin; with the roundness of her bottom displayed to his sight. Her golden bustier complemented the outfit, with the deepest cleavage that would damn a saint… And a saint, at this present moment, he was not!
"Aren't you afraid of catching a cold drift or even worst, pneumonia, in this outfit?" He mumbled, angrily; between his teeth, while pulling on the knot of his tie… He needed air, he needed air now!
"Are you kidding me?" She held her pace; before turning her body and mad glance toward her interlocutor; while pointing a finger underneath Elijah's chin. "How dare you judging my outfit; after I saw with my own two eyes, what you were buying to your girlfriend to arouse you sex drive?" She busted to his face. "But I guess that when someone reaches your age, he needs a little push in the right direction."
Bitch! ... He thought to himself; while sighing loudly.
"Well, at least my partner is able to show her feminine assets in the privacy of our bedroom, not as a display for other men to lurk at her!" Elijah replied, tit for tat, while placing both his closed fists on each side of his hips. "But if your boyfriend "Mason" likes to share, who am I to criticize?"
"Go to hell, Elijah!" She lashed out, while turning her back to his sight to reprise her walking in direction of the dancing floor.
She suddenly felt his arm wrap her waist, before being pulled into a dark corridor, her body pushed on a wall a second later. Both of Elijah's hand firmly placed on each side of her hips to keep her immobile, with his palms burning her own skin through her clothes.
"What do you want?" She mumbled, angrily; between her teeth; beats of her heart rising dangerously in her chest. He was standing at a too close and dangerous proximity.
I want you, all of you … I want to crash my mouth on your delicious red lips; I want to rip those clothes away from your body and make you mine, here and now… Because, you're mine, you've always been mine! Elijah thought, before closing his eyes, while taking deep breaths into his lungs. It became more and more clear to him that Katherine Pierce would never leave his subconscious. She had been a part of him for more than ten years, even if he had never admitted that fact to himself before.
"Can we find a way to be civil to each other, without ripping our heads off each time we meet, Katherine?" He asked, breathless. "Can we put the past behind us and start anew, can we?"
Katherine raised her trembling dark eyelashes, her chin perched; while drowning her sight in his dark eyes.
"I don't know Elijah; can we?" She wondered, while arching an eyebrow and swallowing a nervous lump into her throat. "There's a lot of history between the two of us, and none of it that I want to rehash."
"Why did you come alone? It's not safe for a woman to wander around, not the way you're dressed." He wondered, while raising his right hand to caress her left cheek; before grabbing her chin. He needed to touch her, more than air in his lungs.
"Not that it should be of your concerns, but I took a taxi! And, I'm sorry that my personal taste of clothing is not reaching your own standard." She winced, under the insult, while taking a few deep breaths. "Obviously, you prefer more transparent line of clothes."
Elijah leaned his head back, before bursting into laughter.
"Touché… But, that's not what I meant and you know it. You're a beautiful woman, Katherine; you just need to be careful when you're out at night, especially while dressing so sexy." He replied. "As for the "Corset" that you have seen in the gift bag this morning…"
"It's not my business, Elijah." She replied, while biting into her bottom lip. Stop calling me beautiful and sexy, you jerk! She thought in the deepness of her mind.
"It's actually a gift for one of Hayley's acquaintance. It's for a Bachelorette party." He explained. "I just picked it up this morning."
"Whatever." She shrugged; falsely uninterested; before crossing her arms over her chest.
"Where's Mason?" He asked; unwavering.
"I don't need a man to escort me to a professional event, Elijah; and it has never been the case." She stipulated; before lowering her flushed cheeks. Except that in the past, Elijah had been the one to accompany her to most of her P.R. events. "Mason was retained in a personal matter, if you most know; not that I need to make my personal life an opened book to you." She added; while pushing herself at arm length.
"Regardless, there's no bad intention from my part; just a bit of concerns and curiosity." Elijah replied, politely.
"Well, there's no need, and curiosity killed the cat, don't forget it." She replied. "Now if you'll excuse-me." She nodded her head; politely, while strolling by his side.
"Katherine" He called.
"Yes?" She asked, while turning her sight in his direction.
"Why won't you sit with us?" Elijah shrugged, casually. "Lucinda is here. I think we can cohabitate for the time space of one night?"
"What about your girlfriend, Hayley?" She raised her eyebrow, uncertain.
"Knowing her, she'll mingle with the crowd all night to avoid Lucinda." Elijah let a smile raise the right corner of his lips.
"You're probably right." Katherine let a small laugh out of her mouth. "Ok, I'll sit with you, just for a moment."
"Give me the strongest mix of alcohols that you can put in a drink, please." Hayley shouted to the barman; while pulling her pack of cigarettes out of her clutch bag, before placing one at the right corner of her mouth. "Damn it, where's my lighter?" She mumbled, angrily, between her teeth while burying her hands into her bags.
"Maybe this will help?" She heard the masculine voice; while lowering her head near the lighter offered to her sight. "Thank you!" Hayley thanked the intruder, while raising her sight in the one of the stranger. "It's you again?" A smile spread on her lips.
"It's becoming a habit, I would say." Tyler smiled back; while lighting his own cigarette.
"Well thank you once more; you're rapidly becoming my Good Samaritan." She laughed, while taking a puff.
"I'm happy to oblige." Tyler replied. "Did you order?"
"Yes, I did, thank you." She responded, shyly.
"What will it be?" The barman asked Tyler; while lowering his upper body on the bar counter.
"I'll take what she's having." Tyler replied, smiling.
"Be careful; I've asked him for a special mix of alcohols." She informed Tyler; while bursting into laughter.
"I'm not scared." Tyler nodded at the barman to proceed. "Why would you order such a mix? You're in need of a pick-me-up; you're feeling down, Hayley?"
"Oh…" Hayley waved her hand at the young man; as a dismissal gesture of her own present attitude and feelings. "Nothing, I'm just drowning into my own sorrow, don't mind me, please." She begged of him.
"I've met you two times, and both of those times you had tears in your eyes, and you were in serious need of smoking a cigarette." Tyler lowered his head, while murmuring the words near Hayley's right ear, before raising his right hand to grab her chin. "A beautiful woman like you; shouldn't feel this way, she should be smiling all the time." He added, before drowning his sight in hers; taking her by surprise while suddenly brushing her parted lips of a kiss.
"Why did you do this?" She asked, in shock.
"To remind you there is good, enjoyable things in life." Tyler responded, smiling; while grabbing both of their drinks on the bar counter, before handing her one of those glasses. "Cheer?"
"Cheer." She raised her glass, a timid smile blessing her lips; before sipping the first taste. "Wow!" She exclaimed, wincing. "That's strong!"
"Hey! You asked me for something strong." The barman shouted, while laughing.
"No complaint here!" Hayley raised her glass, once more; while letting out a small laughter sound.
"This is good stuff man!" Tyler winked at the barman, while dropping his glass back on the counter. "So, what is disturbing you so much?"
"Oh…" Hayley shrugged, while biting her bottom lip. "My boyfriend… We have an opened relationship."
"Ohh…" Tyler opened his eyes widely. "I see."
"No, no … Not like, opened-opened… We're faithful, well I think we are … It's just that from the start we both agreed that we wouldn't make it more than what it is." She opened herself up.
"And you're not happy anymore with this arrangement of yours?" Tyler arched an eyebrow.
Hayley lowered her sight on the drink she was holding in her hands, while sighing loudly.
"Maybe you're in need of a new boyfriend; did you ever think of that?" Tyler suggested.
"And … Are you implying you're on the hypothetical list of potential suitors?" She raised her sight in his.
"Maybe..." Tyler replied. "But how will you find out if you're not liberating yourself of a relationship that is not meeting your needs anymore?"
"Ok…" Kol exclaimed, joyfully while grabbing Bonnie's drink from her hand, before deposing both his bottle and her glass on a table. "It's time to dance now!" He added, while pulling her behind his heels, in direction of the dance floor.
"No, Kol … Not now!" She tried to bow out; while taking a step away.
"Yes, now!" He smiled, before pulling her in his arms, both of his hands firmly placed on each side of her waist. "It's Enrique Iglesias who is avoiding the dance floor when Enrique is singing?" He murmured, comically, into her ears; while tickling both sides of her waist.
"Hey… Don't do that!" She squirmed, with laughter.
"Then dance with me?" He whispered, softly; before sliding both of his hands in her lower back; while creating a range of delightful shivers in her spine. "You're so beautiful, I love your dress." He commented; while rocking his hips, sensually, and in perfect synchronized tempo with hers.
"Kol, don't do this…" Bonnie murmured, eyes closed, hands placed on his muscular chest; with her forehead touching his; while the beats of her heart were rising dangerously in her chest. "Let stay friends, ok?"
"I know you want me…." He started humming the lyrics of the song, while making a smile spread on her lips. "I made it obvious that I want you too." He continued. "So, put it on me… Let's remove the space between me and you." He added; while sliding his right leg between Bonnie's; before rocking both their pelvic on the sensual beats of the music.
"You're doing this on purpose, don't you?" She managed to articulate, while feeling his manly lips slide on the left side of her neck.
"Now rock your body, damn I like the way that you move." He raised his head, before drowning his sight in Bonnie's, while continuing to follow the lyrics. "So give it to me; cause I already know what you want to do."
"Oh yah and what's that…What is the thing that I want to do?" Bonnie teased; while raising her smiling face and sparkling eyes in Kol's.
"Easy … Tonight, I'm loving you…" He kept singing; a smile spreading on his lips, before grabbing the young woman's chin, and slowly lowering his head near hers. "…And kissing you." He added, softly; before bushing her lips.
"It's not fair; you're too damn cute for my sanity." Bonnie mouthed the words on top of his lips; before raising her arms around Kol's neck; to deepen their embrace.
"Senor Elijah! Senora Katherine, I'm here!" It's Enrique Iglesias; I can't help but to shake my bun-bun!" Lucinda yelled from her pitched voice; while rising on her legs to wave her hands at them.
"Is there any way that I can act like I did not see her?" Elijah mumbled, between his teeth, while raising his right hand to strike his eyelids.
"Oh come on, Lucinda is not that bad!" Katherine replied; while retaining an urge to burst into laughter. "But what is she wearing on her head?"
"It's her "dancing club hat" I suppose?" Elijah rolled his eyes, while inviting Katherine, with a hand gesture, to pass in front of his steps; between the tables.
"Senora Katherine, look at you sexy thing… Va-va-voom!" Lucinda winked at the sexy brunette. "Did you see how sexy she looks, Senor Elijah?" She inquired; while elbowing her ex-employer. "Or do you need glasses?"
"I can still hear you, Lucinda; therefore I'm not deaf or blind." Elijah shook his head in disbelief; while pulling a chair for Katherine to seat.
"Thank you." She thanked him, shyly; while taking her sitting position at the table.
"Good evening, Lucinda; it's nice to see you again." Katherine greeted the maid, while dropping her clutch bag on the table. "Klaus invited you?"
"What can I say; my new boss is more charming than my previous one, Senora." Lucinda tilted her head in direction of Elijah; while rolling her eyes to the ceiling. "Where's your sexy boyfriend, Senor Mason?" She questioned, while winking at the young woman
"Mason is not …" Katherine almost let slipped out the fact that he was not her boyfriend, before revising her approach. "He was not available tonight." She nodded, while avoiding Elijah's sight.
"How is this even your business, Lucinda?" Elijah sighed; loudly. "Even with this monkey music in my ears, I can still hear your annoying voice and questions." Elijah added; wincing; while undressing of his jacket, pulling on his tie, rolling the sleeves of his man shirt, before taking his siting position.
"I would have thought that seeing your feminine assets on display…" Lucinda whispered near Katherine's ears, before lowering her sight on Katherine's deep cleavage and breasts, while making the young woman blush. "…Would have calmed his bad temper, Senora Katherine, it was obviously a wishful thinking of my part." She rolled her eyes more.
"And yet, I can still hear you." Elijah crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Where's Hayley, Lucinda?" He questioned; while scattering the club.
"Who, Senor Elijah?" Lucinda pushed the note further; while letting a smirk spread on her lips.
"Oh come on, you've done enough damage as it is in the car." Elijah disputed his ex-employee. "Stop playing the stupid fool, would you?"
"I couldn't say where your escort went, Senor Elijah; Senora Shirley and I, we'd parted ways the minute we entered the club." Lucinda shrugged. "Maybe she's trying to find herself a new boyfriend?"
"I'm her boyfriend, Lucinda, and perfectly know that fact." Elijah pointed toward his chest.
"Well Dios! Senor Elijah … Don't scream at my "cabeza"!" Lucinda shouted back to her ex-employer. "Who could figure out who's your girlfriend these days, you've been lurking into Senora Katherine's cleavage since you've put your "culo" on that chair." She shrugged, falsely indifferent.
"Here take the money, go buy yourself and Miss Pierce drinks, and por favor stop talking!" Elijah threw a hundred dollars bill on the table.
"Oh money, Lucinda loves money!" The maid grinned, sparkles filling her eyes; while grabbing the bill before burying it in her own cleavage. "What can I offer you; Senora Katherine, my threat?" She added, while making Elijah roll his eyes even more.
"It's ok, Lucinda… I'm with the cast and crew; they are offering me the drinks graciously tonight. Just show the barman my I.D. card." Katherine thanked her, while handing the maid her card. "I'll take a martini, three olives."
"And you old grumpy man?" Lucinda asked, smirking; while eying Elijah. "What will it be?"
"Find me the strongest alcohol to make me forget your presence here, and I would be eternally grateful, my dear Lucinda." Elijah grinned back at the maid; while watching her walk toward the bar. "I'm sorry for her inappropriate remarks." He presented his apologies to Katherine. "She has a mind of her own that I can't control." He sighed, while passing his right hand over his face.
"I can handle Lucinda and her perky sense of humor, Elijah; but thank you for your concerns." Katherine smiled politely; before raising her sight in his. "As for you, you really never liked a woman with a strong will and personality; I'd learned that fact first hand in the past." She added; while playing nervously with the short strap of her clutch bag.
"On the contrary Katherine; I find it endearing and extremely attractive." He replied, while burying his sight in her. "It's what drove me to you, like a fly toward the brightest flame."
Damn you, Elijah Mikealson! She thought, in silence; while lowering her sight and burning cheeks away from his insistent gaze.
"You're going to avoid talking to me, all night; aren't you?" Klaus mumbled, angrily; between his teeth, while walking behind the young woman's heels into the backstage corridor of the dancing club.
"Oh, is this what I'm doing, Mister Mikaelson?" Caroline responded, while accelerating the speed of her walk. "Is it working? Yes … Good!" She added, furiously; while abruptly turning on her right, before pushing the door of the ladies restroom.
"Forbes! I know how stubborn you can be, but believe me when I say: I'm ten times worse than you." Klaus growled, impatiently; before receiving the panel on his nose. "Damn it… Woman!" He swore, between his teeth; before pushing the door open.
"Get out of here, it's one of the ladies restrooms, you can't recognized the sign with the little skirt on it?" She lashed out at him, while pointing toward the door.
"No, I'm stupid that way." Klaus reached her standing position near the sinks, while positioning both of his closed fists on each side of his hips. "And it's not like I've never entered a ladies restroom before this day, Love." He rolled his eyes, annoyed by her stubbornness.
"Oh right! How stupid of me, the Star, Klaus Mikaelson; celebrity of all celebrities must have made-out with a thousand of models in the lavatories of dancing clubs, before this present day." She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "What was your technique, really? Were you raising their asses on the sink, like you did to me in my kitchen? Or you would push them directly into one of the lavatories, before closing the door behind your back? I'm just curious, you know for future references?" She asked, dryly; while narrowing her mad glance at him.
"You're jealous much, Madam the professor? I don't know you want to give it a try? Maybe that could be the best way to cool off your bad temper today?" Klaus replied, tit for tat; while tilting his head toward one of the lavatories.
"Go to hell, Mikaelson!" She swore, before facing the mirror; while breathing heavily.
"So that what is bothering you love?" He grinned, while taking a standing position behind her back, hands joined in front of his chest, smirk raising both corners of his lips.
"I'm not in the mood to play game with you, Klaus." She replied, with a dismissive hand gesture. "We'll do our five minutes of routine on the dance floor, we'll respond to a few questions coming from the journalists and you'll be able to be in your bed in no time, or party all night if the second option fits you more."
"Talking about "bed" again because it seems you think about mine oftentimes." He teased. "It's the fact that we were interrupted in the middle of our make-out session in your kitchen earlier that put you on edge, isn't it?" He questioned; arched eyebrows.
"You think too much of yourself; Mikaelson!" She shrugged, while lowering her flushed cheeks… Damn him! "I literally bless that phone call for interrupting what could have been the biggest mistake of my life."
"She says, the woman who desires me more than anything!" Klaus replied, tit for tat, while making Caroline startle under the insinuation.
"Damn… My dress…" She raised her sight in the mirror, before lowering it on a small piece of fabric hanging in front of her cleavage. "The dress is ruined and I need to be on the dance floor in a few minutes."
"What is it?" Klaus wondered, suddenly concerned.
"A drunken guy just bumped into me, and he ripped the front of my dress." She showed the hanging piece to Klaus.
"Turn around." He ordered; gently.
"Why? Except if you're carrying a sewing machine with you, you won't be of help." She pouted adorably; before turning on herself to face her dance partner.
Klaus took a look at the dress, while in a matter of a few seconds, grabbing both sides of the neckline; and in a rapid twitch; ripping the front panels in two symmetrical parts.
"Oh my God… What did you just do?" Caroline shouted, in shock; while covering her chest with both arms. "Is it a common thing for you to rip woman's clothes apart?"
"What? No I only love to rip yours." He replied, smiling. "And you should thank me; I made a sexy dress even sexier… Though, you don't need all these artifices to look beautiful, I hope you know that about yourself; sweetheart." He shrugged. "Now get rid of your bra, and both stretch panels will stick to your breasts like glue."
Caroline turned on herself to face the mirror, while noticing, and this against her better judgment; that his prompt idea had created a miracle! Both panels were covering her breasts perfectly, while giving the visual impression that the fabric had been sewed that way, or she should say the lack of fabric!
"Turn around!" She ordered him.
"What for?" Klaus asked, adorably.
"I'm going to undress and get rid of my bra, turn around!" She raised her voice.
"It's not like I did not see your beautiful assets before, Love." Klaus mocked, while obliging and turning his sight toward the opposite side of the restroom.
"Well, I was drunk that single time, that doesn't count!" She replied, while sighing loudly. "And how stupid can I be? I did not bring an evening bag with me; I'll have no other choices but to get rid of my bra now." She pulled the lace fabric away, before replacing the ripped panels on her breasts.
"There are metal hoops?" Klaus wondered.
"No, there are no hoops; it's entirely in lace fabric." Caroline replied, before facing Klaus's stare. "Why in hell would you ask me a question like that?" She wondered, while holding the piece of fabric in her right hand.
"Because, I'll slide it in my back pocket, and give it back to you later." He replied, while grabbing the bra from her hand, before burying it in his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Caroline exclaimed mouth opened.
"What? You want to give me the set of matching panties too, Love?" He smirked. "I have an extra pocket, and after all I'm the celebrity of all celebrities." He added, teaser, while winking at her. "It's just normality that a beautiful woman throws their underwear to me."
"Oh…" She placed her closed fists on both sides of her tensed body, while stomping her feet on the floor. "Go away!" She added, while entering the lavatory facilities, before slamming the door on his nose for the second time.
"What are you doing now?" He questioned, while rolling his eyes and sighing loudly; both of his opened palms placed on the door panel. "Come one Caroline, we need to talk about what is happening between us, it's real; sweetheart, and you can run from it and you know it."
"I'm peeing." She replied to his question.
Klaus leaned his head back, before bursting into loud laughter.
"Well, I'm happy that you're finding this amusing!" She mumbled, angrily; between her teeth; while flushing the toilet.
"You do realize that for a woman to pee in the presence of a man you need to reach a high level of intimacy, Love?" Klaus mocked, gently.
"That makes no sense to me!" She replied, blushing, while opening the door, placing her right hand on his chest to push him out of her path; before leading her steps toward the sink to wash her hands. "Now would you go, please, I've humiliated myself enough today." She begged, while raising her sight in the mirror, only to meet his insistent gaze.
He took a few slow and calculated steps, before sliding both hands on each side of her hips, his chin resting on top of her head, his sight drown in her baby blues.
"I want you, Caroline Forbes; because you're a force of nature all by yourself. You're beautiful, intelligent, full of life, you keep me on my toes, and I love the way my heart is skipping a beat each time I'm a foot of distance of your presence." Klaus murmured, while closing his eyes.
"Stop it…" Caroline begged of him, while feeling a range of shivers hitting her spin.
"I don't care about this reality show, if it means losing you. I just want … I just want to be with you, Caroline; please give this man a chance, Love?" He asked of her.
Caroline closed her eyes for a few seconds, while taking a few deep breaths into her lungs, when she reopened them, she was standing alone in the restroom; while fixating her flushed cheeks and teary eyes in the mirror.
"Well, look at you; Matt Donovan, you're looking really sexy tonight." Rebekah complimented the young man, while founding him backstage, placed behind the black curtains; with a glass of wine at hand. She lowered her fiery sight on his black trouser pants and satin shirt; with rolled sleeves on his forearms, and a few buttons opened on his muscular chest.
"Hey Rebekah; you're looking very dazzling yourself." He complimented, with a sincere smile appearing on his lips; while sliding his sight on her black one piece jumper-pants and deep cleavage ending on her belly button, with a sparkling diamond dressing it; to bring even more attention to her sexiness.
"Dazzling? Wow… I was hoping for: Wow, Rebekah, you look so damn hot!" She sighed, loudly; while grabbing the glass he was holding in his hand, to drink it bottom up. "I guess it was too much to ask for you to acknowledge the effort I make for you to notice me?"
"Rebekah, come on…Don't do this, don't play that woman, that seductive bitch who's playing with a man just for her own amusement." Matt winced at her say. "You know that I have a girlfriend, she's standing on the edge of the dancing floor just now, and she's waving at me." He added, while sliding the curtains apart to wave at his girl, a smile spreading on his lips.
"I'm surprised that her holiness has entered the premises of this night club." Rebekah rolled her eyes at April's view. "And as for being a seductive bitch, Matt… At least, I'm not covering my eyes from the truth." She lashed out to his face, tears filling her eyes. "I know that you're attracted to me, and that you're lowering your own potential, because you're feeling that you're not worthy of being with a girl like me, so you're choosing a girl like April, which, I don't doubt, you love, but you are certainly not in love with her."
"I … I don't even know what to say…" Matt stammered; while passing his right hand through his tangled hair.
"Don't bother, just present yourself on the dance floor when asked to do so, and I'll act very professional toward you, as of now. My deepest apologies for becoming the seductive bitch in your life, that won't ever happen again." Rebekah replied, dryly; while turning on her high heels, before storming away from him.
"Rebekah…Rebekah…" Matt yelled her name repeatedly to retain her, but without succeeding. "Come on? Shit!" He stomped his feet on the floor.
"Is there a problem in paradise, man?" Marcel asked the young man; while grabbing Matt's right shoulder.
"Please, don't try to find a way to sneak information to help your competitive mind." Matt winced at Marcel's attempt of comfort.
"What, no, no … Hey man, this is not what this is all about, I swear." Marcel waved his hands in negation. "Listen, tonight is not even about the competition, it's a publicity stunt to bring more viewers aboard the show, I was genuinely concerned, and nothing more I swear."
"No, no … It's me, who's acting like an ass, I'm sorry." Matt presented his right hand, before shaking Marcel's. "Please forgive me, I'm on edge."
"Hey, it happens to the best of us, don't sweat it; just enjoy yourself and don't put too much pressure on your shoulders." Marcel suggested, amicably.
"You're right! I'll share a drink with my girlfriend that should help." Matt nodded, grateful; before turning on his heels.
"Wow! You're quite good in theatrical play." Marcel heard the soft clapping sound behind his back, before turning his sight toward Camille.
"Camille." He greeted, while sliding his fiery sight on her short, black leather skirt and red bustier, with high heels pumps to flatter her ankles. "I was sincere; I have nothing against Matt Donovan as a competitor, simply because I'm not afraid of him."
"You like what you're seeing?" She arched an eyebrow, while grabbing her glass of champagne left on a sound column.
"I have no complaint." He flirted, openly; while leaning his upper body near hers. "Granted in a woman I like that her look match her intelligence." He winked. "Champagne?"
"I'm French, Marcel; therefore I live for the finest things in life." She took a few sips; before sliding the tip of her tongue on her bottom lips. "You want to share?"
"What are you offering, Camille, to share a drink or more?" He questioned, openly; while narrowing his sight in hers.
"I take what I want, Marcel; I rarely offering anything in return, just keep that in mind." She winced. "And what I want now, is not necessarily a roll in the hay with you, it is winning this competition."
"So do I, beautiful Camille, and who said that I was interesting in sleeping with you, mm?" He arched an eyebrow, smirking. "But … To this point in time you're not offering much result to eliminate my threat?" He commented, while turning a strand of her blond hair around one of his finger.
"Patience, Marcel … You, Americans, you want to eat the steak before killing the beef." She shrugged her shoulders, before lowering her face near his, her lips mouthing the words on top of his manly lips. "I'm the best chance you have of winning this competition, don't you forget it." She added, while passing the tip of her tongue on the length of his bottom one. "As for not being interested to sleep with me, tell that to somebody else, perhaps that person will believe you." She smirked, before turning on her heels, and leaving Marcel speechless and motionless under her brilliant exit.
A few hours later …
"Rebekah?" The said one heard an acute voice calling her name, while startling and wincing at the same time. Damn! Now she faced no other choices but to acknowledge April's presence.
"Yes, April?" Rebekah turned on herself, a fake smile plastered on her lips.
"Oh, It's just … I want to thank you for the help you've giving "my" boyfriend. The little number you just did on the dance floor was just brilliant." The young woman thanked, while grabbing Rebekah's left forearm.
"Mm, mm…" Rebekah hummed the sound, while slowly pulling her arm away from April's grip, something about that girl sounded insincere to her. "You know it's my job to train "your" boyfriend. And now if you would excuse me, I have a few journalists who wish to discuss with me."
"Yes, I know, but…" April titled her head to the side, while playing her angelic self. "You know, we're "normal" people, we don't mingle in this kind of places, and you're different too, so it's nice that you can hold yourself around "my" boyfriend, I grandly appreciate it." She added, hypocritically. "And I would appreciate even more, if you could keep a good distance from him as for now."
"I'm different, really? And how am I different, April?" Rebekah asked; while crossing her arms in front of her chest; steam coming out of her ears.
"Well… First, you're dressing in a very suggestive way, that is oftentimes not very lady like, but that is entirely your prerogative and your own style." April complimented Rebekah, in what was really an implied insult.
"Mm… mm …" Rebekah mumbled the sound, angrily, between her teeth. "Do you have something else to add?"
"Well, not really; I just can hope that you would hold your impulses around Matt, for you own reputation of course." April added, while smiling, perniciously.
"Are you done?" Rebekah asked, while raising eyebrows.
"Yes." April nodded, respectfully.
"Where's Matt now?" Rebekah questioned.
"Oh, I believe he went to the restroom." She pointed toward the ones near the bar.
"Now, listen to me Jackie Kennedy; who's wearing dresses buttoned up to her ears! Not my problem if you don't have a sexy bone in your pathetic self and that you're playing the damsel in distress to trap a man in your net!" Rebekah pointed a finger toward April's nose. "So, shut your big-fat mouth, because I can only ear bullshit coming out of it. If you're not able to hold your man with what God gave you, don't blame others for you lack of self-esteem, am I clear?"
"How dare you?" April lashed out, while placing both closed fists on each side of her hips.
"I dare! Now get out of my way, before I say more that I could regret later!" Rebekah pushed April out of her way, while leading her walk toward the men restroom.
She pushed the door opened, while making Matt startle under the surprise.
"Rebekah… What in hell?" He exclaimed, while turning around and raising his zipper up.
"You near the sink, out!" She pointed toward a poor guy, who did not ask for more explanation; while rushing out of the restroom.
"Are you out of your mind?" Matt questioned, while pointing both hands toward his head. "This is a sanctuary for men!"
"You don't say, well it's nothing that I did not see before." She added, while taking an extra step toward her dance partner, before grabbing both opened sides of his shirt to pull him in a nearer proximity of her body. "I had forgotten to say something to you in my previous speech."
"And it was so important that you needed to stalk me in the restroom?" He questioned, astonished.
"Yes, I believe it's just fair to give you a taste of what you're missing." She replied, before crashing her mouth on Matt's, under his loud cry of surprise.
Matt remained immobile for a few seconds; before suddenly and very unexpectedly, pushing Rebekah's body on the opposite wall of the confined space, his lips suddenly sliding on the delicious curve of her neck, in a mix of nibbling and kissing the softness of her skin, while slowly sliding both of his hands on her lower back, before caressing her behind.
"Well, what do we have here?" Rebekah whispered, breathless; while grabbing his head with both hands, to pull it away from her skin; before burying her sight in his. "Too bad you have a girl friend who's such a good girl; you wouldn't want a trashy girl like me, would you?" She questioned, dryly, before pushing herself at arm length, while rushing out of the restroom, under the speechless expression of Matt.
"Elijah?" He heard his name being called; before turning his head to face Hayley. "There you are why aren't you sitting with us, Hayley?" He inquired; while pointing his hand toward the table emplacement.
"Why I'm not sitting with you only to be mocked, ridiculed by you ex-maid?" She shrugged, unhappy; while shaking her head and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I deserve better, and you should be able to give it to me, but you can't; Elijah, and I don't want to be second best to a shadow of your past anymore. Open your eyes; foolish man; Katherine Pierce is still in love with you."
"Hayley, I don't…"Elijah frowned; while trying to articulate his thought, but without being able to do so. "You should stop with this none sense and come and sit with us; I'll silence Lucinda if needed."
"It's ok…" She smiled timidly; before cupping Elijah's face with both hands. "We aren't in love with each other; we were two lost souls in a big city that needed comfort for a short while." She added; tears running on her cheeks. "And now, I need more and you won't be able to give it to me." She concluded, while blessing his lips of a kiss. "I want out of whatever we have together, you're a good man, but you don't love me. Be happy Elijah; don't waste your life away, without the love of the woman that you're truly in love with." She concluded, proudly; before turning on her heels to direct her steps toward the bar counter.
"Are you still interested in me?" Hayley asked Tyler; unceremoniously; while reaching his standing position.
"Hayley … What happened?" He wondered, surprised; while lowering his bottle of beer on the counter.
"I broke up with my boyfriend." She announced. "I couldn't be the one who had the only purpose to fill an empty space in somebody else's life."
"You did well." Tyler congratulated the young woman; while raising his right hand to place a strand of hair behind her left ear. "But …"
"Oh I see, right …." Hayley winced. "Your previous speech about trying to know me better, it was all bullshit. I should have known, sorry to have bothered you." She lashed out, before turning on herself to reach the exit of the club.
"Hayley… Hayley…" She heard her name being called repeatedly, before feeling a hand grab her right upper arm to pull her into a dark corner of the corridor. "You deserve better than me, ok? I'm a jerk with a capital "J"; I'd … I'd cheated on my girlfriend last year and … I'm no good… And you deserve better, you're beautiful … You should find for yourself someone who's worthy of you."
"We all made mistakes, Tyler, all of us." She replied. "I … I was in a loveless relationship for years and … And had no self-esteem to think better of myself, if I can change, so can you… Is it a common thing for you to cheat?"
"No!" Tyler shouted. "It's … It was an error of my part. Caroline did not deserve to be treated that way."
"Then don't become your errors in life, rise above them." Hayley replied.
"I knew the first time I lay my eyes on you; Hayley Marshall, that you would be trouble for me." Tyler let a smile spread on his lips.
"Yah…Well, I have that effect on men, apparently." She let a smile curved both sides of her lips.
"I can't make promises, Hayley… But…" Tyler raised his right hand before passing the tip of his thumb on her bottom lip. "What do you say if we would bow out of this event and go take a coffee somewhere?"
"You have the lighter and I have the cigarettes…I think we could have a deal." Hayley teased, before sliding her fingers in Tyler's left hand.
"Lucinda?" Elijah called, while rushing toward the maid, who was standing on the sidewalk, in front of the night club. "Did you see Miss Pierce? I've lost her trace."
"Senora Katherine?" She arched an eyebrow.
"Yes, who else would I be talking about?" Elijah affirmed, impatient.
"She rushed outside, and then she walked on the street to find herself a taxi; or to run away from you, take your pick, Senor Mikaelson." Lucinda shrugged her shoulders. "The poor woman has too much mixed feelings build-up inside of her."
"Damn!" He mumbled, angrily between his teeth. "I have to find her; I don't want her wandering alone in the streets." He added. "Will you be ok by yourself?"
"Yes, Senor Klaus will drive me back home, no worries." Lucinda gestured her right hand.
"Find my car, A.S.A.P.!" Elijah ordered one of the valets, while sliding the ticket number and a bill of twenty in his hand.
"Yes, sir, right away!" The valet responded, before rushing toward the parking lots.
"What about Miss Hayley?" Lucinda questioned more, while narrowing her sight on her ex-employer.
"You take now, of all time, to finally call her by her real name, really?" Elijah titled his head to the right.
"Did you break up with her?" The maid crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"She broke up with me." He sighed loudly. "But, I would have come to the same conclusion, one way or the other." He passed his right hand through his tangled hair.
"Dios, finally, bless the saints!" Lucinda raised her joined hands to the heaven and to God. "Now, what are you waiting for, run after your Senora and win her heart once again."
"No, she's with someone, I wouldn't do that." Elijah shook his head.
"Mm… Well, if Lucinda was offered a right compensation, she could give needed information to Senor Mikaelson." Lucinda tiled her head, falsely innocent.
"You got to be kidding me?" Elijah exclaimed, while pulling another bill of hundred from his wallet, before burying it the maid's hands. "Spill the bean, Lucinda!"
"Senora Katherine is not with Senor Mason, they are just friends." She whispered near Elijah's right ear, while pushing the bill in her cleavage.
"Are you sure?" Elijah questioned, a smile spreading on his lips.
"Positive! She confessed the secret to me." She reaffirmed, while winking. "Now who could hold her heart?" She winked a second time.
"Oh thank you, Lucinda!" Elijah cupped Lucinda's face with both hands, before kissing both of her cheeks.
He, then, grabbed his car keys from the valet's hands, while taking his sitting place behind the steering wheels, before starting the engine on a squeaking tires sound.
"Aww… Amor, amor, amor…" Lucinda repeated, a smile spreading on her lips, while seeing the car disappear on the street.
"Ready to leave, Lucinda?" Klaus asked, while appearing by her side.
"Where's Senora Caroline?" She wondered out loud, while scattering the crowd.
"She left in a rush, to run away from me, I supposed." Klaus shrugged his shoulders.
"You know what I think, Senor Klaus?" She said, a smile spreading on her lips.
"No, what do you think, Lucinda?" Klaus wondered, while smiling back to his maid.
"Senora Caroline is running away, it's only to run back to you." She winked. "You need to mark Lucinda's words on this!"
"Ouch! Damn it!" Kol swore, between his teeth, while hitting his knee on the sharp corner of a desk.
"If you would let me open the lights, you wouldn't bump into all the furniture." Bonnie commented; while feeling both of Kol's hands slowly slid on her bottom. "And your hands are not on my waist anymore, Kol? I thought we'd agreed to a few kiss, and nothing more?"
"My hands have a mind of their own; I can't control them; darling." He smirked; while winking at her. "And for you to open the lights would mean having to leave your beautiful lips." He mouthed the words; while nibbling on her bottom lip. "And this would simply be unacceptable." He teased. "Where's the damn sofa?"
"Behind me…" She giggled; nervously.
"Ah perfect!" He smirked; while pushing Bonnie on the cushions, under her cry of surprise; before lying in top of her. "Now we can kiss." He commented, a smile spreading from ear to ear, while sliding his left hand on the length of her right leg and thigh; before capturing Bonnie's mouth.
"You crazy fool…" She mouthed on top of his lips; while granted his tongue the access between her trembling lips, only to deepen their exchange. She slowly pulled his shirt out of his pants to caress the skin of his back; under his growls of pleasure.
"I need to say something …" Kol whispered, while sliding his manly lips on the delicious curve of her neck; his scruff intensifying the sensation on Bonnie's skin.
"What?" Bonnie asked, breathless; while frantically battling her way to open the buttons of Kol's shirt; before pushing the fabric on his upper and forearms; soon thrown on the floor.
"I like how this friendship thing of yours is working." He teased, while rolling on himself, before pulling Bonnie on his lap.
"Kol, I …I mean … I…" She stammered, nervously; while sliding her hands on his bare shoulders, before lowering them on his muscular chest.
"Shush… We're just making out; I won't push you into something you don't want, Bonnie." He silenced her, while shaking his head in reassurance. "I know you're not ready for more."
"Thank you…" She let a timid smile spread on her lips; while lowering her head to bless Kol's lips of a kiss.
"Oh baby, don't you know by now… I'd wait for you an eternity if I really needed too." He confessed; while caressing her hair.
"I don't know what to say?" She lowered her flushed cheeks.
"What? Talk to me…" Kol asked the young woman to trust him.
"You're … You're this "intense" man who's placing me on a pedestal… And I'm just "me"." She shook her head; uncomfortable.
"It's just "you" that I want, nobody else, because you're perfect to me." Kol replied, while caressing her cheeks.
A persistent series of knocks at the entrance door of Bonnie's loft, made them turn their heads toward the corridor in perfect synchronisation.
"Don't you have security guards downstairs?" Kol asked; while pushing her back on her legs, before grabbing his shirt left on the floor to dress his naked chest.
"Yes, I don't see who it could be at this late hour?" She wondered, disoriented; while pushing the leather fabric of her dress on her shaking legs, before opening a few lights and directing her steps toward the entrance, with Kol close on her heels.
"Bonnie, open up it's me?" She froze all her movements, her hand placed on the handle; while recognizing the voice.
"You know who it is?" Kol asked; while grabbing her right upper arm.
"Yes." Bonnie nodded her head to the young man, a timid smile blessing the corners of her lips, before turning the handle and facing the visitor.
"Hi!" A brown hair man greeted her, with a smile spreading on his lips.
"Jeremy what are you doing here?" She asked, while swallowing a lump in her throat. "I … I have a visitor. This is Kol, he's … He's one of Caroline's friends." She added. "Kol, this is Jeremy Gilbert."
Both men nodded their heads politely to each other, before shaking hands, but while keeping quiet.
"I don't understand … I mean, why are you here?" She repeated her prior question. "It's the middle the night?"
"I'm here, because I want you back, Bonnie." Jeremy replied, unceremoniously; under the shocked expressions of both Kol and Bonnie.
The entrance door of Katherine's Pierce's penthouse apartment opened under the loud banging sound of its panel hitting the opposite wall; before letting pass on its threshold, her lips and body tightly joined with Elijah's Mikaelson's, in an intimate embrace.
With the help of his right foot, Elijah pushed the door back on its arch, while lowering his hands under Katherine's bottom to raise her in his arms. She wrapped his waist of her long legs, in a rapid movement, with her arms encircling his neck; hands buried in the thickness of his dark hair; before he could push them both on the wall placed behind her back, his mouth never leaving the strawberry taste of her lips for a split second.
"Oh Katherine … I want you so much, I want this so much …" He whispered, under his heavy breathing, while nibbling on her right earlobe, before leaving a trail of hot kisses on the length of her neck.
"Elijah…" She moaned his name in the middle of her intense arousal, her head thrown back on the wall, her eyes closed, with her mouth half-opened; while softly caressing the base of his neck. "What are we doing? This is insane?"
He kept Katherine's body raised in his arms; with her back glued to the wall, while sliding the zipper of her bustier down to reveal her lace – strapless bra, before slowly pushing the fabric down on her breast to capture between his teeth the erected nipple.
"Oh dear God…." She exclaimed, panting; while rocking her pelvic suggestively on his.
"If you continue to move this way, I swear; I'll take you on this wall, no questions ask!" He warned; while mumbling the words between his teeth, before cupping her face with both hands. "And this time you deserve more, you deserve to be loved the right way, Katherine….Where's the bedroom?"
"No… I mean, we're… We're making a mistake, Elijah; this is the alcohol that is making us act this way, we've been on that road before and …." Katherine stammered, through her vain excuses.
"Frankly, Miss Pierce; I don't give a damn what you're thinking of us…Of this … Of the entire world!" Elijah replied, while lowering Katherine's on her feet, before sweeping her back in his arms, under her cry of surprise and giggling sounds. "…Because I have the intention of making love to you all night." He added, while taking his first steps into the penumbra of her apartment, in direction of her bedroom.
Klaus turned his head toward the entrance corridor of his penthouse while hearing the subtle knock sounds. Who would come at this hour? Lucinda? Something had happened at her home? He lowered his glass of wine on a side table, before dragging his bare feet toward the entrance door. He had undressed of his shirt, and was just about to enter his bathroom to take a well deserve shower.
He opened the door, while standing immobile in front of Caroline.
"Hi." He greeted the young woman, mostly surprised.
"Hi." She replied, a shy smile spreading on her lips, while sliding her fiery sight on his naked chest.
"What are you doing here, love?" Klaus questioned.
"I thought you wanted the matching pair of panties to go with the bra?" Caroline shrugged, mockingly; while raising her pair of matching panties in the air. "It's a one-deal offer." She added, seductively.
"I'll take it then." He murmured, smiling, while grabbing the panties; before tucking the lace fabric in his upfront pocket. "You want to come inside, I was about to take a shower, but you could wait, it will only take me five minutes?"
"Yes." She nodded, before strolling by his side to walk into the entrance corridor; leading her steps toward the main living area.
Caroline Forbes what are you doing? She questioned herself, entering the living room, while grabbing a glass of red wine left on a side table, before gulping its entire content.
"Oh no, no, no … Love." Klaus pulled the glass away from her. "I'd experienced a drunken Caroline Forbes once in my life; I don't want a repeat of that spectacular event." He teased, while dropping the empty glass back on the table.
"I'm sorry…" She apologized, while nervously rubbing her hands together, before leading her steps toward the panoramic night view of Los Angeles, while placing herself in front of the floor to ceiling windows.
"Mm… It's nice…" Klaus whispered, approaching her standing position; while slowly sliding both of his hands around her waist, before rocking Caroline softly in his arms; his chin placed on top of her head.
"What is?" She questioned; before closing her eyes, while feeling the beats of her heart rise dangerously into her chest.
"I'm holding you in my arms; while having your bra and panties tucked in my pockets. You can say that half of the job is already done, Love." He teased her, while softly kissing the top of her head.
Caroline giggled under his funny imply, soon accompany by Klaus's raucous laughter.
"You're crazy, Klaus Mikaelson." She managed to say, between her burst of laughter.
"Right back at you, sweetheart." Klaus responded, while grabbing her chin, before brushing her lips of a kiss. "And, you came to me, it's a beautiful gift of trust that I will cherish." He added, more seriously, while placing a strand of her hair, behind her left ear. "I'll go take a shower; you'll wait for me here, ok?" He kissed her forehead, while leading his walking steps toward the stairs leading to the second floor.
What are you doing Caroline? She questioned herself, once more; while turning her head toward the stairs, to finally looking at the entrance door… It was still time to make an quick escape…
Thank you for reading the ninth chapter titled: "Tequila boom-boom – Part 2" guys!
I surely needed my monthly dose of Lucinda sassiness ;) I hope you had fun reading it, and I know…I'm a bad-bad and mean writer to leave you hanging this way, but on the bright side, next chapter will be entirely centered on Klaus/Caroline – Elijah/Katherine sexiness (with a little side dish of Kennett).
Until next update,
Biggest hugs to all my readers,
Lovely Vero
Thank you for all the anonymous reviews received, guys!
My answers are below.
Thehybridmikaels: The "give in to him" is coming soon ;) as you could probably feel in this present chapter. It think that in reverse of Elijah that is not able to express his physical needs, Klaus do it easily but without the words that Elijah would express to explain why he is acting this way…They both have the half that the other one doesn't, if I make any sense. Elijah will soon work on the error he made in the past, but he was protecting his heart. Their mother did a number on him, and he was afraid that another woman would hurt him as much. Kol and Bonnie are simply adorable, I agree ;) Thanks for your awesome inputs, sweetheart.
NikMik: Small anecdote ;) Believe me or not it took me a long time to figure out that "NikMik" was for Niklaus Mikaelson…Why? Well in Quebec there was in the past, a cartoon for children named "Nic&Pic" about two mice in an air balloon…LOL. This said, on your review you have a lot of: I have a feeling that … And I can say that a few of them will come true ;) As for the lack of emotional feelings regarding Klaus, go read what I wrote to the member above you, you'll understand a bit more. Thanks for your awesome presence in the review, as always, sweetie!
Lola: Hi sweetheart; nice to have you aboard, I hope you'll like this present chapter as much ;)
Lisa: lol … I'm so disturbed that majority of the readers are against Elijah…Yes, yes … Don't get me wrong, what he did to Katherine was uncalled for, BUT … The man was burned by his mother's actions, and for him all women are the same, he needed to grow up and understand things. I hope the next chapters in line will make you change your mind ;) Thanks for your awesome inputs; sweetheart!
If I have forgotten someone in the responses to the anonymous reviews, it was not intentional, and I thank you for it!
