"Heaven only knows where you've been,
But I don't really need to know.
I know where you're gonna go.
On my heart, where you're resting your head,
And you just look so beautiful.
It's like you were an angel.

Can I stop the flow of time?
Can I swim in your divine?
Cause I don't think I'd ever leave this place.

Oh, turn the lights, turn the lights down low.
Yeah, now I'm feeling you breathing slow.
Cause, baby, we're just reckless kids."

I hadn't put much thought into where Kol might be staying. It would've seemed silly for him to buy a house, with the circumstances the way that they were, but he bought a car—a really nice car at that.

He didn't have a house, though. As of right now, he was living out of a hotel room. It was the nicer hotel in Mystic Falls, one of two. There was more of a cozy little inn type hotel, and then there was this Holiday Inn, where Kol was probably one of the few tenants around. How Mayor Lockwood—the late Mayor Lockwood, Tyler's dad—managed to convince them to come to town, I don't think anyone will ever really know, but somehow, he convinced Holiday Inn to come to town and not make any money.

It was kinda nice, though, because Kol got to pick which room he wanted, and of course he wanted the suite. This way, I didn't have to pass anyone's judgment as I went on my way into my night of shameless desires.

Tomorrow, I wasn't going to regret what I was doing, but I imagined my friends would have their opinions about my eagerness to jump into bed. They could have their opinions; they just didn't understand.

It wasn't just because someone was giving me attention. I wasn't that desperate. Truthfully, sex had never really been such a huge deal to me, not like it was Caroline, but something about my night with Kol . . . I couldn't help it. Everything about the night had led me to this point, to the point that I didn't want to go home.

I heard the door of his hotel room closing, and I started pulling off my shoes immediately. It would've been easy to think about what I was doing, but if I thought about it, where would that lead me? To overthinking and getting nervous and changing my mind?

I wasn't going to let my insecurities ruin this for me, not tonight. I didn't necessarily have to be the most attractive person he had ever been with; I just wanted to be someone he remembered.

The wet jacket on my shoulders was suddenly falling off, with the help of the gorgeous man standing directly behind me, his hands on my shoulders to give the sleeves a tug.

"Darcy."

My eyes fluttered shut, the whisper tickling the skin just underneath my ear and sending a shiver through my body. "Hmm?"

"Do you really want to do this?"

That wasn't even remotely the question I expected, not coming from Kol. He didn't seem the type to get anything less than what he wanted, or at least those were the stories that I heard.

He wasn't the man I heard stories about, at least not around me. It was easy to lie to myself and say that it was all just a lie, that he was just playing with me, but what purpose did he have in doing that?

If I was just a game to him, I didn't imagine he would've opened up to me the way that he had.

"Of course I do." My lips were trembling, for reasons I couldn't explain, but the words came out firmly enough that I think he got the picture.

The smooth skin of his lips pressed against my neck, which I allowed to fall to the side to give him more access to the skin along there. "Mmm. You trust a vampire far too much, darling."

"If you wanted me dead, I would've already been dead," I reminded him. "Besides, wouldn't killing Elena and me be the ultimate revenge on your brother?"

"You make a fair point." He pulled his mouth away from my neck, pressing it against the back of my shoulder. "I just don't want you to feel as if you have to do anything for me."

"You said the night was mine," I said. "To do whatever I wanted to do."

His lips hovered along the skin of my shoulder, the breath caressing me in a way that was entirely new. As I stood there, simply trying to breathe, he dropped his head down.

I could feel his hands grabbing onto each side of the zipper on the back of my dress, but it was being unzipped by something else. All I could imagine now was his teeth, pulling down the zipper of my dress and getting so close to the intimate parts of me.

As the zipper reached the bottom, the dress fell from my sides, exposing the baby blue strapless bra and matching cheeky underwear that I wore underneath. The lace lining of it all had a vintage feel, resembling the older style of lace more than the modern.

I didn't know what lingerie looked like at the turn of the twentieth century, but from the way Kol knelt down, frozen underneath me, I didn't imagine it was anything like what I wore, without actually knowing that this was where the date ended up.

Of course, I prepared for every scenario, but I didn't know this was where things would go.

His hands suddenly touched the inside of my thighs, starting higher up than I was prepared for. The burning I thought I felt earlier was nothing compared to this, having his touch so close.

"Lie down on the bed for me."

It was a soft command, a gentle nudge into the direction we both wanted this to go, but my heart thumped in my chest. It wasn't just a single thump, but a rapid succession of them, followed by breaths that seemed to have to work their way out through a maze.

Each step I took towards the bed was careful, arching my foot just right so that my ass stuck out in just the right way. As I reached the edge of the bed, I found myself looking over my shoulder, towards the horny delight that was Kol Mikaelson.

His hands were frozen on the buttons of his shirt, his eyes wild as mine connected with them. What was meant to turn him on a bit more actually worked against me as well; seeing him looking at me like this, like he hadn't seen more stunning women over the course of a millennium, it was easy to forget that this wasn't the first moment for both of us.

For me, it was a first. It was more than just a drunken night between friends. This was the first step into the waters of forever.

Was that even possible? I had to have Klaus' blood to become a hybrid, have to be sired to him. He would use it against us both hard, punishing his brother any chance he got because he was just that horrible.

If this wasn't forever, then maybe it was my forever. Eighty or so years of life with Kol, even if he was still as stunning as he was in this moment, was the best kind of life I could imagine.

How could I hold him back that way, though? If he fell in love with me, he didn't need to fall in love with someone only to lose them. His love needed to be saved for someone who could be turned, someone who he could keep with him forever.

I was reminded of the situation I was currently in when I felt the soft skin of Kol's hand touch my side, just underneath the bottom edge of my bra, as his lips ducked down to touch the skin behind my ear.

"What's on your mind, darling?" he breathed.

"Promise me that you won't fall in love with me." It was hard to say this, as he continued to kiss delicately along the skin of my neck, but the words had to be said, even if it was the worst time in the world to say them.

"I can't do that." His arms snaked around my hips, pulling me into him as his head ducked down a bit more, finding the skin closer to my shoulder while his arms held onto me again.

The idea that Kol was already starting to fall in love with me seemed crazy, but this connection we felt towards one another was crazy, in the best and worst of ways. In a lot of ways, I wondered if it was the connection of soulmates, two souls that nature itself intended to be together, but that was a terrifying thought, with things being the way that they were.

Eternity wasn't impossible, but it was complicated. Complications, however, could be dealt with. Maybe Kol could help me find out how to break the sire bond; we could have Klaus turn me and then leave town until the sire bond was broken, however I would have to do that.

Maybe falling in love with each other wasn't such a bad thing.

With that thought in mind, I jumped right back in, forgetting the hesitation that had previously grabbed onto me. Now, there was nothing going to hold me back from this first moment with Kol.

Pulling myself out of his arms, I got up onto the bed and crawled my way over to the other side, arching my back the entire way, giving my hips a little extra swing as well. If I was gonna do this, might as well do it right.

A low growl ripped out of Kol as I turned and plopped down on the pillows at the head of the bed, a tiny smirk hanging on my lips. What I saw standing at the foot of the bed, however, made the smirk fall away as overpowering lust took over.

The buttons of Kol's shirt had been opened, and it hung open, exposing a chest that was far more toned than I had realized. He looked as if he had just stepped out of a fashion shoot, with the kind of definition that was usually only found in models.

Then again, most of the supernatural in this town had similar physiques, but something about Kol's exposed chest was so much more than the bulky frame of Tyler or the leaner shape of Damon.

He was hovering over me in the blink of an eye, and while I was stunned to have him move so quickly, I didn't let my surprise stop me from pulling the shirt off his shoulders, fully exposing his chest to me. The muscles on his arms rippled as they held him over me, and I found myself running a single hand down his arm, admiring each and every crevice of him.

My fingers didn't get past his elbow before his lips grabbed onto mine again, pressing my body back into the pillows while his pelvis pinned mine against the bed. There hadn't been build up when I slept with Damon, but the build-up now created a power surge through me, something I couldn't explain other than my first time enjoying sex how it was supposed to be.

Everything inside of me felt so alive, in a way that usually only happened when I drained the magic out of something. I wasn't draining the magic out of Kol, though I could feel it underneath my fingertips. Most time, it was easy to ignore it, but right now, with this moment resembling the best feeling of my life thus far, it was all I could think about.

His lips pulled away from mine again, moving down past my neck and towards the top of my bra. My breasts were barely contained anymore, the top of one nipple poking out of the top. His arms wrapped around my body, finding the latch on the back of my bra and unhooking it in a single swift motion. I don't know where it landed as he tossed it to the side, but his lips were moving along the skin of my breast that had been hidden by the bra, so I didn't give a shit where it went.

My back arched the moment his lips grabbed ahold of my nipple, and he only crushed me against him. His hand sliding up the length of my back, pressing against my spine to keep me arched into him like this . . . I felt his tongue swirl around my hardened nipple. I felt him suck on it, ever so lightly, before his teeth latched on.

My body squirmed under his, but he only let more of his weight press me into the bed. He didn't make any move to stop touching me, in all the wrong and right ways.

Maybe some other time, I wouldn't have been so stir crazy, but this wasn't some other time. This was the first time we would get to experience this together, the first time it was something more than just sex.

One soft hand came up to cup my breast, the one not in his mouth, and he groped it delicately. A part of me wanted hard. A part of me wanted rough, wild, but this touch was special. As much as I wanted to get right to it, if we were gonna go ahead and take this step in the relationship, the least I could do would be enjoy it fully.

I let each touch take me somewhere new. I let his lips trailing away from my breasts and down my stomach, towards the waistline of my underwear, take me to good places. I let the rush of desire make my body squirm, but I also let it take my breath away. I didn't let it drive me crazy, except in a way that would make the actual sex so much better.

With my eyes closed, I didn't notice when he left the bed, but he was back before I even had a chance to open them. What I saw burning in his eyes as the lids of my eyes fluttered back open melted away any hope of staying calm and savoring each moment. It was wild. It was fire. It was everything I felt burning inside of me, mirrored in the liquid golden brown of his eyes.

"Kol, p-please—" I was cut off when he pulled my underwear down, allowing his nails to scrape the skin just rough enough to register that it was supposed to hurt. The pleasure, the surge of warmth I felt that made me so wet that the juices inside were already dripping down the side of my leg, took away any pain that might've actually been there.

There was a single rose in his hand, and even if I had no idea where it might've come from, the breath was ripped out of me, as if the rose was spelled to take my breath away. Very delicately, he began sliding it down my body, across my skin. The petals were cold against my skin, but it did nothing to douse the fire inside.

He didn't just move the flower in a straight path down my skin. No, he started swirling it on my stomach, rubbing it around my belly button before gliding it down the top of my crotch. It didn't go all the way, only grazed the top of my bikini line, but hot damn, did it feel good to be touched there, in any way.

He didn't expect me to rip the flower from his hands, but I loved the way he smiled when I did, a rather wicked smile that he wore perfectly. He took the hint and caught my lips with his again, and I felt relief. I felt crazy. I felt so many things that didn't possibly seem normal, or even a little bit safe for my sanity and well-being, but nothing about them felt wrong.

They felt too good to be anything but right.

He hooked one of my legs around his waist, and the feeling of his hand on my upper thigh, so close to where I wanted him to be . . . the softest whimper escaped my parted lips, with nothing inside of me concerned about keeping it in. I wasn't gonna exaggerate sex sounds, unless it was something we tried for fun, but if I didn't have to keep them in, I wasn't going to.

He pulled his lips away from mine again and moved his face down my neck, his lips barely brushing against the skin as he made a trail down my body.

"What is it, love?"

I hadn't meant to actually moan, but his lips against my skin, so close to where I wanted to feel him . . . I couldn't help it, even if I had really tried to stop it.

Something changed. Kol stopped kissing me. He stopped touching me altogether, and the sound of the button and zipper of his pants coming undone never sounded so sweet before.

I didn't get to see him in his naked glory, but if his toned chest was any indication, I was definitely going to like everything I saw. We had all night to see and explore, though. I just wanted to feel this first. I wanted to know exactly what it was I craved with him, this different sensation that, without actually touching, made me feel things differently than I ever had before.

"Your desire is my command," he growled just moments before I felt him slide himself in, sliding through the tight muscles with ease but with enough resistance that the walls of my sex clung to him, held on tightly so he felt me, fully, encircling his cock.

Sweet, sweet victory.

A/N: Hey guys! The lyrics at the beginning are from the song Lights Down Low by MAX. I love that song. It's beautiful. 3

Okay, so, in your reviews, a lot of you have been asking questions, and I just want you to know that I swear I'm not ignoring you! I'm reading every review, but all of your questions thus far will be answered within the story. I just don't wanna give anything away too soon.

As always, read, review, and most definitely enjoy. :)