No One's POV
Exhaustion hit Brooklyn all at once, like a wrecking ball slamming into a building or freight train slamming on their breaks, now that the adrenaline and burst of anger was gone, it had taken all of her energy away with it, leaving Brooklyn drained and fatigued; while Brooklyn was powerful in ways most could never even imagine, it did not mean that it did not use an immense amount of energy to use that amount of power.
"That was quite the show, love." Niklaus comments casually, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against a tree, his classic, smug smirk on his face.
"Well, people should learn not to piss me off." Brooklyn offers back, walking back over to the Mikaelsons.
"Not something you have to remind me of, Little Wolf. You are truly magnificent." Niklaus tells his best friend, his arm wrapping around Brooklyn to tuck her into his chest. "Back to the mansion?" He offers.
"Yes, please." Brooklyn nods with a tired smile, her expression quickly drooping with exhaustion.
"Hey," Brooklyn knocks lightly on Elijah's study, leaning slightly on his door frame barely an hour later after she and Mikaelsons had returned to the Mikaelson mansion.
"Brooklyn," Elijah looks up from his journal. "Aren't you supposed to be resting?" Elijah questions, concern crossing his features.
"Couldn't." Brooklyn shrugs lightly as she steps into Elijah's study. "Can- can we talk?" She questions instead, looking slightly hesitant.
"Of course," Elijah sets his journal down. "What is it you'd like to talk about?"
Brooklyn hesitates again, biting her lip as she walks into the study fully.
Brooklyn couldn't help but think back to what had happened with Katrina, how Elijah had not wavered, declared his loyalty and allegiance, though she had given none back.
She so desperately wanted that, wanted what Elijah had to offer. She wanted to love and be loved in return. Didn't she deserve happiness too? She would always be there for Niklaus, she could never not be. A mate, regardless of acceptance or rejection, was a mate for life for an Alpha Wolf. But Niklaus would never be what she truly desired, what her wolf needed.
So, what if… A million 'what if' thoughts tossed and turned in her mind leaving her restless and confused.
But, in a way she already knew the answer. Brooklyn was falling for Elijah Mikaelson. Her wolf was quite demanding and her heart quite persistent. The signs could not be clearer than if they slapped her in the face with a brick. Fate had decided, fate has chosen her another mate. And this recent revelation shocked and terrified her just as much as when she figured out thee Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid, was her intended mate.
Yes, apparently fate had a twisted sense of humor and irony. Brooklyn questioned how and why she was always the one to be put in these situations.
"Brooklyn?" Elijah questions, sensing and seeing the hesitation in his mate and moving to her side, worried that something was seriously wrong.
"Okay. Yes. I accept." Brooklyn suddenly blurts out, turning to look at Elijah, her mind and decision made up; she needed to stop being afraid and take the chance.
This time she was choosing, for herself, not for her pack, not for her brother, but herself; this was her choice, her happiness, and her life. And she was taking it.
"I'm not sure I understand." Elijah replies, confusion about Brooklyn's sudden declaration clear in his expression and tone as he looks at her.
"What you asked me at the ball… The answer is yes. I want that. I want happiness and love. So I'm taking a chance." She replies boldly, hoping desperately that she wasn't making a fool out of herself and that her nerves would hold back until after the confession.
"I- I'm not certain-" Elijah begins, still uncertain as to what his mate may mean and if he was being honest with himself, unwilling to hope for something that may only end in disappointment, since Brooklyn had made it quite clear she was not interested in his affection.
But before Elijah could ramble on or ask further, Brooklyn simply hooked her arm around the back of his neck, pulling their faces together, her lips pressing against his in a gentle kiss.
Stiffening as Brooklyn's lips touched his own, every muscle in Elijah's body froze, the simple action suddenly consuming his every thought and rationality, any other thought leaving his mind, like water slipping over rocks, the only focus was her touch and lips on his; like a million fireworks shooting off or flames of a fire roaring through his senses, desire and passion consumed him.
She was heaven to his endless purgatory, pure bliss, a safe haven of shelter, acceptance and love, an oasis in a never ending desert of drought, the light to the darkness and monsters that haunted him, and an anchor to a raging storm.
Oh, how he had yearned for this one moment. Desired and longed to taste her lips and feel her gentle touch. To be consumed by her. To lose himself in her intoxicating, captivating, pulling presence.
But then Brooklyn's lips were pulling away. No. The beast inside clawed in desperation, in an insatiable need and sexual hunger, begging to be uncaged, begging to claim what was rightfully his.
Elijah craved more; he needed it, hungered for it like a starving, ravaged animal.
In another split second Elijah was dragging their lips back together, his inner vampire rumbling as he used one hand to curl around her hip possessively, and his other hand cupped her jaw gently.
"I take it- you don't need any more clarification?" Brooklyn teases lightly, a playful twinkle in her expression as she tips her head up to look at Elijah.
"Perhaps a little more." Elijah purrs lustfully, his eyes darkening further, reflecting deep desire and affection as he pushes their lips back together.
"E- 'Lijah." Brooklyn begins to protest, her voice cut off by a moan as Elijah trails his lips against her neck and shoulder, scrapping his teeth lightly against her smooth skin followed by hot kisses, making her curl her fingers into his hair, tugging at the brown roots gently.
Growling in appreciation, suddenly Elijah pushes Brooklyn against the wall of his study, arms pinning her between him and the wall in a fervent and impassioned action of alpha dominance and sexual aggression.
"Brooklyn. Elskan." Elijah moans breathily with lust, blood draining to his loins as he presses against her, arching her body into his and wrapping her slim legs around his hips creating a delicious wave of pleasure and friction.
He was completely consumed by her; every bit of his self-control, self-restrain, morals, and rules disregarded and thrown out the window. She was the air he breathed, the blood that ran through his veins, and the every thought and life he ever wanted.
"Elijah." Brooklyn breathes, breathing shallowly, desperately trying to focus her mind from lust-filled thoughts and the consuming passion and desire Elijah was displaying; it was clear that her needless worry over Elijah wanting a relationship with her was just that, but still, jumping straight into sleeping with Elijah wasn't a smart idea.
"Hmm?" Elijah hums against her neck, continuing to scrap his teeth against her throat, an occasional lick and nip following.
"I think- we- we should to s- stop. We n- need to stop." Brooklyn manages to get out, her hands fisting into Elijah's collar and hair as he once more rolls and flexes his hips into hers in desperation and a need for more friction.
"I don't." Elijah growls, his grip digging into her hips as he tightens his hold on her, his possessive instinct flaring defensively.
"Yes, Elijah. I'm not ready. Stop." Brooklyn replies a bit firmer, gently pushing a hand on his chest. "We just- we need to think about this." She tells the Original.
Groaning in reluctance and protest, Elijah pulls his lips from his mate's neck, complying with her request, even though the animal inside resisted vehemently against Elijah's restraints on his unrelenting desire and passion.
"Very well, Elskan." Elijah concedes, loosening his grip on her body and allowing her to drop her legs from his hips, still keeping her close to his chest, unwilling to let her escape his embrace just yet; he didn't particularly think there was anything to think about, but if that was what his mate wanted, he was willing to wait for her and be patient.
"Thank you, 'Lijah." Brooklyn smiles, pressing another light kiss to his lips as a reward, her fingers gently rubbing his jawline affectionately.
"Always, Brooklyn. I would never hurt, disrespect, or dishonor you in that way, Elskan. I swore to never force myself on a women and I would not begin with you. I have killed for much less. It's detestable, appalling, and monstrous." Elijah replies, leaning his forehead against hers, soaking in the moment he had craved and longed for and committing it to memory.
"Ever the gentleman. So, where's your white stallion, Mr. Fairy Tale Prince?" Brooklyn comments, a playful, teasing smile appearing on her face.
"I don't need one. I have my white wolf." Elijah replies smoothly.
