Margot stared at her sister and tried not to laugh. "Just now you're realizing that you're on dangerous ground with your husband?" She asked. "Why couldn't you have thought of that before you two got naked?"
"Well, you know what situations like this are like," Amy replied. "You're not really thinking at all."
"You know," Margot said, stepping a little closer, "Savannah wanted to come with me, but something told me that I should leave her at Jonathan's. It was a lucky guess, wasn't it?"
Amy looked ill and nodded. "Yeah," she said quietly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Margot replied. "Now get dressed, stop being an idiot, and come home with me. And because I'm a nice person and I don't want you to die, I won't tell Klaus about this. Or Savannah." She glared at Robbie. "And you...you go looking around for horny girls your own age. It shouldn't be all that difficult."
Feeling shame, Amy dressed and followed her sister out. "Do you feel bad?" Margot asked her. "I hope you feel bad."
"I'm not gonna say I did anything wrong," Amy said.
"Well, then why don't you want me to tell Klaus about it?" Margot asked.
"Cause he might misconstrue the whole thing and I don't want to deal with that," Amy replied.
"You did something wrong," Margot replied. "Quit lying to yourself."
"Okay," Amy nodded, blushing the same color as her hair. "Maybe I did. But I still...I still don't think I'm ready to tell Klaus the truth yet."
"You know he's gonna find out the truth eventually, right?" Margot asked. "It'd be better if you told him yourself."
"I will," Amy replied. "Or I won't. What he doesn't know won't hurt him."
"I took that tack with you about me and Jonathan," Margot reminded her. "And did it end well? No!"
"This is different than that," Amy replied.
"Fine," Margot replied. "But you know how idiotic you sound, right?"
"No, I don't," Amy replied stubbornly.
Margot rolled her eyes and drove her sister home, then left before things between her sister and Klaus blew up. She didn't want to be around for that. Things would be much calmer at her own house. She knew that for sure.
"Grandpa!" Regina cried, running to embrace a hungover Mikael a few hours later. He'd recovered from drinking with Gwen, but was now drinking to forget the rest of what had happened between them.
"Yes, yes, yes, so nice to see you too, dear," he said, giving her a push so she kept her distance. "Step away, would you?"
"Okay, sorry," Regina replied. "Are you sick? You look sick." She peered at his pants, which had a stain on them whose origins he didn't know. In fact, he was even pretty sure they weren't the pants he'd been wearing when he and Gwen had left Elijah's. "What happened to you?"
"I've had a bit too much fun lately," Mikael replied. "Which of your parents is here? I need coffee."
"Mom!" Regina yelled, which caused Mikael to wince. "Grandpa is here and he needs coffee!"
"Well, you look like hell," Margot told him when she saw Mikael. "And would you like me to wash your pants?"
"Fine," Mikael replied. "If you think you should, even though they're not my pants. I hope you have a robe for me to put on."
Regina ran to get it, and after Margot had Mikael's pants in hand, she went to put them in the machine, but not before she checked his pockets (years of living with Regina had taught her to do this) where she found a note.
Mikael,
Last night wasn't a complete waste of time, and although I normally find you hideous, you look quite attractive after a bottle of wine. If I don't find anyone more skilled or virile than you, maybe we could try again sometime.
G
Margot grinned to herself and put the note in her own pocket. She couldn't wait to show it to Kol.
"What?" Kol asked as he snatched it from her with a giant grin on his face. "Who's 'G'?"
"I don't know for sure," Margot replied. "You think it was the crazy lady who took the necklace from him? Why would he want to sleep with her?"
"Don't ask me how my father's mind works," Kol sighed. "How do you know he's sleeping with her? It doesn't say that!"
"But when he asked me to wash the pants he was wearing, he said they weren't his!" Margot replied. "What if he and 'G' got real drunk and when he went to dress again after they had sex and...he put on the wrong pair of pants?"
"I can understand that," Kol replied. "It's happened to me before."
"I'm gonna go ask him!" Margot cried.
"I don't think you should," Kol replied, following her as she sprinted from the room. "Let's just keep some mystery here."
"Who's 'G'?" Margot asked Mikael. "I found this note in your pants pocket before I put them in the washer. Is it the same woman who took that necklace you were gonna buy for Regina and hit you over the head?"
Instead of answering Margot's question, Mikael snatched the note out of her hands and tore it up. "Who said it was all right for you to read other people's private letters?" He snapped.
"Don't feel too bad," Regina told him, taking his hand. "She goes through all the stuff in my pockets, too." They both gave Margot a dismissive sniff and strode from the room.
"Well, you can't say those two are members of my fan club," Margot replied. "And I guess he doesn't want his coffee."
"Oh, don't beat yourself up about it," Kol told her and took her in his lap. "He likes to be angry."
"All right," Margot replied. "If you think so."
"I do," Kol replied and gave her a kiss. "Since those two are busy, what do you say we go occupy ourselves for awhile?"
"Oh, yes, please," Margot replied. "I've seen some things today that being occupied would help me forget."
"What sorts of things?" Kol asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," Margot replied. "Don't make me relive it by making me tell you, please."
"All right," Kol replied. "If you say so."
She took his hand and smiled. "Thank you," she said and led him to their room, shut the door, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He picked her up, his hands firmly gripping her bottom as her legs wrapped around his waist and her lips moved down his neck and nibbled on his ear. He backed up against the wall and felt her let go of him with one hand and reach down to undo his zipper.
"Want me to make that easier for you?" He asked.
"Oh, no," Margot replied. "This is easy."
Ignoring this, Kol set her down on the bed, which caused her to pout, and climbed in after her. "You wouldn't have been able to do it," he said. "Admit it."
"Well," Margot replied, leaning in close and easily unzipping him, "that doesn't mean I shouldn't be allowed to try." She kissed him and pushed him back against the mattress as she pulled her dress up over her head and threw it on the floor, exposing her delicate pink bra and panties. She loomed over him a bit then pulled off his shirt while he pulled off her bra, and they rolled around for a bit before he ended up on top and held her fast so she couldn't roll over again. Then he reached down, deftly removed her panties, and slipped inside of her, his hands threading through her long red hair as she laughed and moaned over his shoulder until the beep of the washing machine signaled that it was time for them to be put in the dryer.
"Mom?" Rebecca asked Gwen. She'd been cleaning the apartment by hand as an excuse to have some peace and quiet away from her mother, and now stood in the living room holding a pair of pants that were gray. "Mom, are these yours? I found them under your bed."
"Of course they aren't mine!" Gwen replied irritably. "All you have to do is look at them to see that they're far too big to belong to me!"
"Well, okay," Rebecca replied, pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. "But they were under your bed, so I just thought..."
"You found them under my bed?" Gwen asked.
"Yes," Rebecca nodded. "Now, for the sake of familial harmony, I'm not gonna ask how they got there. Clearly you're trying to hang on to your youth with a much younger man, he was over last night, and left his pants behind. What is it that you want me to do with them? Put them somewhere safe so you can give them to him if he ever comes back?"
Gwen would normally have scolded Rebecca for being a smart aleck about her love life, but in this case, she was glad her daughter had supplied an explanation, so she wouldn't have to explain about Mikael. "You don't have to do anything about them," she said, taking the pants. "I'll go return them myself."
"All right," Rebecca replied. "If that's what you want."
"Yes, I do!" Gwen snapped. "Now go back to your cleaning and avoiding me. Don't think I don't know that's what you're doing."
"Well, you've always been very perceptive, Mother," Rebecca replied. "Good for you." She strode off, and Gwen scoffed at the pants she held before shutting her eyes and appearing a few seconds later before a very shocked Mikael and his granddaughter.
"What do you want?" Mikael asked, moving protectively in front of Regina.
"I just came to give you back your pants," Gwen told him. "You left them at my house. You must've put on an old pair of my husband's jeans instead. And nice going, you idiot! My daughter is the one who found them and she was asking me ridiculous and impertinent questions because you were so stupid!"
"I was drunk!" Mikael replied. "You can't expect me to think straight when I'm like that. And what about your stupid note? My daughter in law found it in my pocket and asked me questions!"
"Are you 'G' from Grandpa's note?" Regina asked in a moment of quiet while Mikael and Gwen glared at one another with bared teeth.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," Gwen replied, turning her head. "Don't you have better things to do than be nosy?"
"Well, my mom wanted to know," Regina replied.
"You tell your mother that she's incredibly rude and shouldn't poke around in other people's business," Gwen said, looking at Regina with distaste.
"You know, that's what I said!" Mikael interjected. They paused and looked at each other with horror before Gwen threw his pants at him and disappeared to go check on things at the Council jail and torture some of the prisoners to relieve the tension she felt.
"Has your mother seemed weird to you these last few days?" Klaus asked Savannah. Ever since Margot had found her with Robbie, Amy had been full of shame and remorse and that meant being extra attentive to her husband. Whether it was out of regret, or fear that he'd find out what she'd done otherwise, she wasn't sure, but kissing up wouldn't hurt.
"Weird how?" Savannah asked. "She's been waiting on you hand and foot, and just fyi, you've been really loud at night. It's a bit disturbing."
Klaus chuckled. "My goodness," he said. "You really are starting to sound like your brother."
"Not Robbie...?" Savannah asked.
"No, Adrian," Klaus replied. "When he was a boy, he'd walk in on his mother and me all the time. I think it scarred him for life."
"You know, I don't know if I've ever met him," Savannah said. "He's never come by the bar when I've been there."
"Well, what a shame," Klaus said. "I'm sure you'll meet him sometime."
"If he's as bad as Robbie, I'm not sure I want to," Savannah replied. "Is he?"
"No," Klaus shook his head. "He's a very good man, actually. Well, except for a brief period while he and his wife were fighting, but she started it, so I don't really blame him for fighting back. I was proud of him for that, actually. Even when he was at his worst, he let me raise his daughter, so that was fun."
Just then, Amy appeared and Savannah rolled her eyes. "I know what you're gonna ask," she told Amy. "So why don't I let you save your breath and just give you two privacy now?"
"Thank you!" Amy told her cheerfully.
"I have to point out how pleased I am by your change in demeanor these last few days," Klaus said as Amy sat on his lap and they smiled and rubbed noses.
Amy shrugged. "I'm glad you're happy," she said. "The whole thing was stupid, anyway. I don't know what I was thinking."
"I don't know what you were thinking either," Klaus replied. "I'm just glad you're not thinking it anymore."
They heard the slam of the front door and Klaus said, "I guess Savannah just left for Jonathan's, which means that you and I have the whole house to ourselves."
"I guess so," Amy replied as he picked her up. "What should we do with our free time?"
She then raised an eyebrow as he kissed deep and she felt his hand go up her thigh. "I'll give you one guess," he said. Then, he pushed her up against the wall, pulled off her skirt, pulled off her panties, and, after unzipping his pants, pushed into her right there as she clung to him, feeling heat shoot through her body as she came over and over again. If this was punishment for her sins, she knew she should be punished forever.