So there's only one more chapter after this chapter because it was really meant to be a very short story. I hope yall like this chapter and Happy New Year!
Katherine had always been known as the sexy twin while Elena was labelled 'wifey material'. She was never peeved by that until her later years when the desire for a family and being the very thing that she was not came to her.
Katherine was a sexual being by nature. She oozed it without even trying. She loved sex; it was on her top five lists of things she loved in the world. She felt more herself when she was being her normal sexual self. Sex was something she couldn't live without; she couldn't exist in a world where sex didn't exist.
She couldn't possibly picture herself back in the times where women who had sex out of wedlock were considered a shame. She couldn't be the good Christian girl and abstained till marriage; as she would be driven mad by horniness by the ripe age of 18. She couldn't wait for someone truly special as in her line of work, relationships were overrated and she witnessed firsthand the fall of too many marriages to even consider putting herself in such a position; despite the fact that she desperately hoped for it.
She pictured sex with Elijah in so many ways...
She pictured him to be so strict with his clo0thing, that he would literally fold them and place them away neatly before seeking to her needs.
She even pictured him to be into BDSM, it would explain the escort service; as he knew all he had to do was ask for what he wanted rather than guess with a random woman; but one could blame that on the much porn she had seen where men in suits were more attracted to that kind of sexual pleasure.
Regardless, she pictured many things when it came to sex and Elijah Mikealson. She pictured it to be a weird experience overall.
She thanked sweet baby Jesus she was wrong...
She knew him to be a passionate man; hell she knew it before their shared kisses that always knocked the wind right out from under her.
But of all the things she pictured their first night would be...she never expected what she experienced.
Firstly, she made a mental note to find a very subtle way of asking him if he exercised at a gym; because he was...built that way. Plus he was strong, like—well she wasn't heavy to lift, but god he was strong...
Secondly, he had a skill of making her feel like he had more than one pair of hands. Hands were everywhere, she felt his touch everywhere, even places he wasn't touching...it was as if he left his print there. She was drunk from his touches.
They spent a lot of time just kissing and touching each other. She liked foreplay, but at times she would get impatient; but not with him. She barely noticed time had passed. There was just something erotically sensual about their foreplay that she found to be intoxicating...the way he would grab and squeeze her thighs, leaving a hot scorching mark behind...the soft yet slightly grating sensation of the palm of his hands against her skin...the way he would shape the curve from her upper thigh going past her lips and to her waist so elegantly...the feeling of his palm sliding up from her stomach to over her breasts, and he would linger there for just a moment to softly squeeze them before travelling further up to her neck to pull her for another hot and hungry kiss...even the way one of his finger would slide down the centre of her spine ever so slowly that would sent chills down her spine. She'll admit...the guy got some skilled hands.
At some point he laid her down and ate her like she was his last supper...more than once.
Though she chanted 'yes' for a whole different reason at that time, it was more because she could tell it was something he enjoyed doing. It wasn't an act done to be generous or to be repaid, but because he truly enjoyed it. He lavished her like he was savouring the taste of delicious fruit to memory.
He knew just when she was on the edge to her orgasm, and he would slow down so she could catch her bearings before returning to his onslaught. When she couldn't take it any longer, she would grab the back of his head and seek her own high; since he was dead set of denying her the pleasure. It would be so powerful; she never could find something to grab onto to anchor herself back to earth. She swore she heard him mumble something, but either he spoke a different language, or her brain scrambled her English.
When he finally entered her, she had no idea how truly wet she was until that moment. She could feel him slipping inside of her slowly like butter; it felt like a crescendo moment for the both of them. Their bodies barely parted ways the entire night...he surrounded her entire world like a warm blanket and she felt like she had been cold her whole life.
Their pace was never hurried; it was slow, sensual and erotic. They never chased their release either...it was a steady build. There was passion and desperation vibrating from him despite their pace. It was the way he held her, like at any moment she could vanish from sight...or even then when they would share a kiss; she felt a force in his kiss...like he was holding himself back.
By the time they found their final release and she had glanced to a clock on his bedside table, she found it was almost 5am in the morning.
What time was she at work last night?
What time had they got in?
Hell, since when did she go so long without looking at a clock?
It was clear she wasn't going to work on no sleep. There was no way in hell or heaven anyone was seeing her with under eye bags. You'd have to kill her first.
She was laying on his chest and somewhere during that little moment of peace she had fallen asleep with the thought that maybe they could take the day off considering he's her boss—temporarily—but when she came to, it was 6am and he had somehow managed to slip out from under her—must have been a deep sleep—showered and half-way into getting dressed.
Those buns of steel...
But seriously, he could take the day off...she wasn't going to ask or anything—just sounded desperate in her mind—but they hadn't slept and—was he seriously considering driving on no sleep?—he could at least stay with her in bed.
Wait...
Was he going to leave her here...in his apartment...in his bed?
She would've began a whole rant in her head about her not being a wife he can just leave in bed while he went to work but then she truly thought about it...she was warming to the idea.
She could sleep in; then get up a little later...snoop around a little bit...
Find some clothing in this apartment that wasn't a suit...
But then she frowned...
She had no change of clothes, no spare underwear, not even her makeup bag was with her—
Hell, not even her spare makeup bag, considering she left it in her car which was back at Mikealson Inc's parking lot.
Screw it...if he can go to work on no sleep, who the hell was she? Her caffeine intake will be a health hazard and she'll be in serious need of a detox, but if she was being honest...the more she thought about it, the more bummed she was that he had no desire to stay in bed with her.
She could swallow her detest of the committed relationship move and sleep in...Hell she might even cuddle.
But she guessed...he...didn't.
Wow, she didn't expect that to sting...
It felt weird of him...especially considering he had made her wait for so long like the devil he was, simply to treat what they had differently from their past short-term relationships...but he won't cuddle?
Well, it's not like she was the cuddling type...
She shook her head of the negative thoughts and decided to remove herself out of bed and get dressed. When they got into his car, her brain was slowly returning to its normal function and she hoped he wasn't going to take her anywhere around people. She was...filthy. She needed time to soak in what had happened between them last night and more time to get prepared for work.
When he bypassed work and took her home. She was partially relieved, and partially disappointed.
She was relieved because she was going home where her clothes, and most importantly, her makeup kit was and she could put on another pair of clothes and not look like she was doing the walk of shame.
She was disappointed because he took her home. She was just as fine in his apartment as she would be in her house...
When he turned to her, she swore in her mind if he told her she could take the day off, but took her home to do it—if it was anyone else she'd jump out the car and told them she'd see them next week—, if HE were to say those words while parked in front of her house...she might actually curl up in a ball at her door and cry. But she'd more cry over the fact that she'd be ruining the moment over something she wouldn't give two licks about had it been any other guy.
Thankfully, he said he'd wait for her to get ready for work. When she heard the word 'unless' slip out of his mouth she put her hand up and shot him a look to stop him dead in his tracks. He will not ruin this anymore than he already did—though it was more her own thoughts than anything but he gets to take the blame—by telling her 'unless she wanted to take the day off'. He's already stuffed his foot in his mouth enough—without even saying anything.
It would just feel like he wanted her to take the day off in her own house. Like he didn't want her in his apartment, or he probably doesn't feel comfortable sleeping next to her or something.
Woah...is that how the guys she slept with felt when she would send them home after they had their fun?
She got cleaned up, dressed and got back in the car, sporting shades. Her makeup couldn't fix the bags under her eyes and she'd look like a drag queen if she applied any more concealer.
"Is the shades truly necessary?"
She slowly turned to him and arched her perfectly done eyebrow at him.
Mind you, it was the first actual sentence—or question if you really wanna nitpick—he said to her since last night.
"I'm absolutely sure you look stunning without it." He smiled.
She snorted "It's called beauty sleep for a reason."
"And yet, you gave no indication for any desire to stop..."
She fought the smirk to try and keep a straight face "I like sex."
He didn't try to fight his smirk "Would you prefer sex or sleep?"
She allowed a moment of silence to pass before she replied with the smirk she fought to hold back.
"Considering I'm still awake...what do you think?"
The smile on his face when he pulled the car out of park to begin their journey told her she had officially stroked his large enough ego.
He had stopped on the way to a small coffee shop and got her one—bless his heart too because sleep was beginning to call her like a siren—and by the time they got to work, she had chugged it down like she was dying of thirst.
She spent the day in a silent competition with him on how long they can stay awake—or caffeinate themselves into a coma—before they couldn't take it anymore. It was a tie, she knew he won because she had fallen asleep on herself too much times to count—despite the amount of coffee and cappuccinos she drank—and she was absolutely sure he never fell asleep once.
He spent most of the day trying—and failing because she won't take them off until those hideous bags go away—to get her to take her shades off and she understood why; wearing shades indoors looked like she had a 'fun night'. But she didn't care, she refused him. He kept trying to tell her that her worries were unfounded but at this point, he had to say that...they were officially screwing. If he wanted to keep screwing her, he would say that.
When the work day was over and she gave a silent prayer for it, he came to her and he actually—yes she was even momentarily stunned by it—asked her if she wanted to spend the night at his apartment.
The sensible parts of her body screamed at her to run and never look back. They were telling her to go home, lock the door, take a shower, eat some food and go straight to bed.
The insensible parts of her body that had a very vivid memory of the unbelievable night she had, threatened to torment her till the end of time if she listened to the sensible parts of her body.
So it was obvious the insensible parts of her won that battle. She loved sleep, but as she pointed out to him this morning, she loved sex more.
When they got there, she made her way to his bedroom while he told her he would fix them something to eat. As a cook—and someone who knew that Mikael made sure his sons knew how to cook after tasting Klaus's culinary skills and approved so far—she had high expectations.
She took her shoes off and flopped herself on his bed. The one thing she wanted to actually savour was the feeling of his bed. It was unbelievably soft. Like she must have the brand of the mattress he has so she can get one.
She had no idea when he finished preparing whatever he had prepared because not long after she was out like a light.
The next morning, Elijah had woken up before Katerina. He simply just laid there and watched her sleep. Her hair was beautifully spread out around her, he enjoyed the delicateness of her breathing; the way her body would slightly raise and fall in a slow steady pace, even the way her feet were arched, so elegantly, as if she was acutely aware of them even in her sleep state.
The night before was a moment in his life he may never forget. He felt a sense of belonging with her that he rarely felt in his life. He'd never spend so much time just enjoying a person's body before. He found he enjoyed the way her body reacted to him too much to stop. The way she would shiver when he traced the length of her spine, how elegantly her back would arch when he touched her breasts, how the hairs on the back of her neck would raise when he kissed her right in the crook. There was gentleness and elegance to her touch that he grew fond of.
They spent the night simply touching, caressing, kissing, and squeezing each other in ways shared by a married couple. He spent most of the night simply pleasing her, only because he enjoyed her reaction to him. She was so responsive, it was his new addiction. He feasted on her like a man starved beyond natural limits, multiple times.
When he finally buried himself inside her, he briefly wondered if he could perhaps spend the rest of his life inside her, basking in her glow, her warmth, her fire...
He truly had no idea so much time had passed them. He had gotten back to his apartment with her later than usual, though still slightly usual, as he more often than not, planned his stay to be later simply to see her once more before she left when she would be in late.
He wanted to stay in and spend the day with her, but a very important client was schedule to meet with him today that he couldn't postpone, his father would have his head on a silver platter if he dared to.
He thought about simply being as quiet as possible and leaving her to sleep for the day, but a voice in his head told him that perhaps she would see his thoughtful notion to be demeaning to her femininity. Simply put, he could see her accusing him of reducing her to the status of what a wife 'should' do while he went to work.
Still, he decided he wouldn't wake her, and if he had gotten ready and she was still asleep, he would simply leave her a note and be off. Instead, she woke up, got herself dressed and out the door before him.
He briefly thought she was trying to prove that she could go to work as easily as he was, but in reality, he had planned that had she slept in, he'd try to get the important clients to come in early and he'd leave right after. He had run on no sleep for days before, it felt different this time because he wasn't just running on no sleep, but no food and too much caffeine. He also noticed that she hadn't grabbed a bite to eat either. It led to his invitation back to his apartment.
The invitation was a win-win situation for him regardless of her decision. Had she declined him, he knew she would go straight home, eat something and get some much needed rest, had she taken him up on his offer, he'd prepare something for them both and used their bedtime as a sort of workout to exhaust her into sleep.
By the time he prepared some dinner he had found her fast asleep; much to his satisfaction.
He particularly found bed rest to be an important to keep one's body healthy. He was made more aware of it when his mother had once been hospitalized because she barely slept during the Tatia fiasco and her concern for both him and Niklaus caused her many sleepless nights. The doctor had explained to them the importance of bed rest and what could've happened had it continued. She was given sleeping medication until she was able to sleep peacefully on her own. He knew one day of missed bed rest for her wouldn't cause much harm, but she had seemed as though she had no intentions of sleeping simply by accepting his invitation.
Thankfully, her body gave out.
He put the plates away, got ready for bed and clocked in early as well. He had been running on coffee all day and he knew after his last cup that afternoon he'd be going to sleep earlier than usual. Before he closed his eyes, he gave a small kiss to her forehead, not wanting to wake her before switching the lights out and closing his eyes.
For some odd reason, in the dark, he felt like the moments before the light went out was but a dream and he was just about to wake. He wanted to switch the light back on to make sure she was indeed lying beside him, but instead, he stretched out a hand to find hers.
Weeks later found them at Katherine's house, basking in the afterglow of their sexual bliss.
Katherine's mind had been preoccupied by thoughts she had hoped would leave her alone, but alas, fate was especially not kind to her; thoughts of marriage and a family.
She had been in a slightly heated conversation with her sister just two days ago over the topic. Katherine made a comment about how glad she was that she wasn't married, as Elena had complained that she was so preoccupied with learning to cook and bake while raising her children and taking care of her husband, that she barely had time to consider the career she wanted to pursue as a doctor.
Elena saw it fit to explain all the joys and the blessings she has by being a wife and a mother and Katherine kept trying to explain to her that she could do both, but she felt as if it was falling on deaf—or selectively deaf—ears.
It got Katherine to thinking that the more she thought about it, the more she felt like if she was in Elena's position, she would find a way to both have her career and be a wife/mother, which got her into picturing what her life would be like if she was a wife and a mother...which got her into picturing Elijah as her potential husband and potential father to her potential children—and that was a stretch considering she was there when Elena gave birth twice and it wasn't pretty.
She knew Elijah would support her decision to continue working and elevating her status in the career world if they did have children together, considering how much of an active feminist he was. She knew he would be a good father, she knew he wanted children in fact, considering that Klaus had made many comments about how much of a family man he is at his core. She knew he would, as their first date she had found out how invested he was into his family and wanting them all to be a power unit.
She could also tell the moments they had dating and being together that he would be an amazing husband. He would be a good father to teach his children his ways—and who wouldn't want a mini-Elijah in the world?
But she always wondered if she would be a good mother or a good wife.
Sure she can cook, but she calls cleaners to clean her house and washing clothes isn't that hard when you have a washing machine and a dryer doing most of the work for you. She loved her nieces and nephews and they always say she's their favourite aunt—but she's their only aunt and she lets them do whatever they want and buy them things all the time—but as a mother, one has to learn not to give your children everything they want. She considers herself to be decent with babies, but at the end of the day she knew the baby wasn't hers and she would give Elena her child back. She can watch and take care of a baby for a couple of hours, but all day?
One of these days she'll take the newborn from Elena for like a day and a half and try it out.
But with all the people her age on their third and fourth child while she hasn't even had one yet...it's made her feel like a 40 year old with no hope of ever being a mother.
Like seriously, some of her friends even got pregnant by accident, some were with one night stands, and she would wonder how it is someone like her with her sex drive and the fact that she has sex far too much for a regular person, not get pregnant, even by accident.
She had snuck off to an OBGYN once and got herself checked and thankfully she had a healthy reproductive system...so what gives?
That being said, she'd never go out of her way to actually get pregnant...her career had barely reached where she wanted it to be, she couldn't possibly have a child yet.
But that didn't mean she didn't want one...
She was lying in bed with Elijah cuddled in each other's embrace, but as comfortable as the silence between them was; she wanted to be rid of the thoughts that were plaguing her. She got up from her position and excused herself to the washroom. She had washed her face and tried to shake the thought from her mind.
Her eyes glanced into the trash bin and she noticed something. It was the discarded condom Elijah had used. She saw his...evidence of release at the tip of it.
An idea popped in her mind...
But she shook her head immediately at it...
She couldn't...
But it's not like this thing between them was gonna last long...he's a Mikealson...and he's as close to perfection as there is, she's sure he knows she's not wife material.
And she had been thinking that perhaps she should come to the understanding that she might have a husband but no children or vice versa.
If she really wanted a baby, she could either go to a sperm donor, or...
He could be the sperm donor.
It wasn't wrong, guys who gave up their sperm never had to know their children or be in the kid's life... they just donated sperm to the cause. It could be the same thing. He didn't have to know it was his kid; she could just store the sperm and use it when she got older and was at a point in her career where she could be a mother.
He'll just assume he's someone else's kid considering the time that would pass.
But they could still be together by that time...
Oh please, don't kid yourself. He wants a wife, and you're not Elena. She was cut out to be a wife, not you.
Well...one out of two isn't bad.
She found a pipette in her bathroom—don't ask her why there was one in her bathroom—and she quickly pulled the condom out and squeezed the contents of it into the tool. She then searched her medicine cabinet for an empty medication container and once she found one, she squeezed the contents into the jar and put it in her medicine cabinet. She threw the condom back into the bin and wiped the area she did the crime down to make sure there was no evidence of her sinful deed.
She wouldn't have to tell him a thing. It would be like she went to the sperm bank...only difference was...she knew who the sperm belonged to.
Besides, look at him and look at her, their future children will be a work of art.
She regretted storing that bloody thing in the fridge.
She should've thrown it out when good sense prevailed.
Though good sense prevailed when she had stored it wrong and as a result, the...fruits of his loins were no good.
But something wouldn't let her throw it out.
She regretted storing it when Elijah had surprised her by deciding he would cook brunch for her. She just stared at him as he invited himself inside, set his jacket down on the couch, folded his sleeves and proceeded to carry the many bags of groceries into her kitchen area. She watched silently as he unpacked the groceries and set aside what he needed in that moment and what he needed later somewhere else.
"It's customary to wait until the owner of the house invites you in before you actually enter."
Of course she didn't have a problem with him coming in at all. In fact, a small part of her glowed at the thought that he felt comfortable enough for such a bold move. But she so enjoyed bantering with him.
She saw the crook of his lips twitch in amusement "You've broken that custom too many times to count on both hands my dear, as such, you gave up such customs." Then he looked up at her, her heart jumped "Something else also tells me that you're not as peeved as you claim to be."
Okay, he got her there.
But when he turned to retrieve something he had placed in the fridge, she knew he was making a sauce and she was curious as to the kind of cook he was. One could tell what kind of cook someone was by the taste of their food. She could tell who had an Asian touch, Caribbean touch, hell who even had a French touch to their dishes.
She wanted a taste.
When she tip toed towards the counter on the opposite side and bent over to have a dip of her finger for a taste, she regretted it.
Especially, when he closed the fridge and turned with the devil tube of his sperm inside.
When she watched what he was holding, her eyes grew so wide she could catch bats with them.
She had two choices. She could grab it from him, lock herself inside the toilet, flush its contents, give him no excuses and call it a day; or she could just leave him with it, pretend as if it's some kind of medication for a family relative and hoped he would buy it.
The latter option was less embarrassing.
The latter option was no longer an option when she saw the look on his face.
It wasn't a shock or a disgust or anything...he's a lawyer, and a damn good one at that. He had the poker face to rival all poker faces.
He looked like he knew exactly what it was.
The room fell into a deafening silence as their eyes were glued to thing that would decide the fate of the good thing she had. She could swear the only thing she could hear was white noise—but she knows she can hear the sound of the fridge humming, the sound of a pot sizzling and the faint sound of her air conditioning working. She thanked her lucky stars for it too cause she knew she'd be dropping buckets of sweat by now if she didn't have it.
She watched in slow motion as his lips parted slightly to speak and she prepared herself for whatever words that would come out of his mouth.
"Is that what I think it is?"
When Elijah entered the fridge and picked up the jar of sour cream, his eyes fell on the little jar for a half of a second and then something told him to keep looking. It was like a voice in his head...a gut feeling. He kept his eyes on it, inspecting it for a moment. It was an odd jar. It was a jar you would get from the hospital to place one's medication in—but without the wrapping. Why would Katerina have a medication jar in her fridge? Then his eyes focused to the contents of the jar. It seemed to be a thick creamy looking substance.
At first glance it looked like sperm.
But he knew it had to be something else because Katerina would not have sperm stored in her fridge.
But Kol had once gone to a sperm bank to donate sperm. He knew what sperm looked like when it's stored in something.
It was a bet made among Niklaus, Kol and Rebekah. Kol had lost the bet and his price to pay was to do something as embarrassing—in Kol's eyes—as donating sperm. Kol cajoled Elijah into going with him. Elijah was against going at first but Kol had made a deal with him. Kol said he would allow Elijah to make one change in his life if he went with him. For Elijah, that was like asking Niklaus to confess his feelings for Caroline to himself much less the world.
Kol had come out of the room with the jar, instead of leaving it in the room for the people who were supposed to handle it to show Elijah. Kol came to him with it and joked that he had no idea what sperm looked like, and sought to find his own amusement in embarrassing him. Elijah tried not to look at it, as he found it to be uncomfortable to see his brother's sperm, but he had a glance of what it looked like in a jar.
He knew what sperm looked like when stored in something.
It looked exactly like it. In fact, when his eyes landed on the jar, his mind immediately reverted back to that horrendous day with Kol at the clinic.
And yet, he felt confident that he knew Katerina well enough to know that there was no way in the reality they both lived in that she would have a man's sperm stored in her fridge.
He felt so confident about his assumptions...he pulled out the jar and left the sour cream behind and turned around with it.
He knew her reaction would tell him that he was wrong in his first assumptions, and it was simply some medication he hadn't seen before that required to be stored in an atmosphere such as where it was stored.
But when he saw the wide eyed horrified look in her eyes...he realised that his first assumption was correct and there was more to his Katerina that met the eye.
For a brief moment, he found it quite odd for her to store such a thing in such a place. Then a thought occurred to him. Perhaps it was another man's sperm...perhaps it was another man she had shared her bed with recently...he knew it wasn't his as he would've noticed when she stole his sperm.
Then another thought occurred to him...perhaps it had been before their time...quickly jumping to the assumption that she had been unfaithful, almost felt like he was bringing his past insecurities with Tatia into his new relationship with Katerina. It was the last thing he wanted.
Either way, it was something worth discussing.
"Is this what I think it is?"
A stifling silence past when he asked the question.
She knew what he thought it was...hell if roles were reverse she'd ask the same question...
Okay, she'd quickly made every assumption in the book before she ever asked that question...
Screw it, she'd never ask that question. She would go straight into the assumptions portion of the evening and she won't stop until she got one of them right. She was too hot tempered to even comprehend asking something like that. She had no patience for it either.
She's so glad roles weren't reverse.
But even if he believes it is what he thinks it is...maybe he has something else in mind other than what she had in mind.
"Depends on what you think it is..." she trailed of cautiously.
He took a swift glance at the little jar held between his thumb and index finger before squinting at her "I think its sperm."
Oh shit! He knew exactly what it was.
Why couldn't he have thought it was some special kind of facial scrub or something...?
She stammered; trying to find words to say in response to the fact that he knew exactly what was in the jar. He knew it was sperm, he knew it was his sperm...he's totally gonna think she's bat shit crazy or something.
"It is sperm." He stated.
There was no hint of a question in his voice anymore, she had given herself away. He knew now it was sperm, despite what she could've thought of to say to save herself.
She tried to find a way to start a sentence to say something in her defence—come on, you're a frigging lawyer, this should be easy—but her brain was scrambled so bad, that searching for words to say, felt like attempting to breaking the laws of gravity.
"Why do you have another man's sperm placed in a jar in your fridge?"
Wait a minute...
"Well it's not—" he cut her off.
"Are you about to tell me that this is not what I think it is..." he asked, but she could tell it was a rhetorical question "...then it's probably just milk and I can drink it?"
When she saw him open his mouth and turned the cork of the jar to open it, her eyes went wide and she put her hand out to him.
"DON'T!" she screamed.
He froze as if someone had pressed the pause button at him for a moment, then he closed the jar and his mouth.
"Your clear refusal to allow me to intake its contents suggest that it is what I think it is."
She scoffed and tried to downplay it in hopes of getting off easy and hopefully salvaging her 'thing' with him "You're making a bigger deal of it than it is—"
"Katerina, you have another man's sperm stored in a jar in your fridge."
Okay, he had every logical reason to be making a big deal out of it because it kinda is a big deal. I mean, if she found sperm in his fridge...well they'd be having an absolutely different conversation as the one they're having right now.
"It's not—" she began, but she stopped as she realised what she was about to say, but also because he cut her off.
"Well I'm absolutely sure it's not yours and I highly doubt it belongs to me—"
When Elijah saw the look in her eyes and saw how she was holding herself back from speaking especially after expressing doubts of the contents of the jar belonging to him. It raised a question, a daunting question.
"Katerina...does this belong to me?"
Katherine went terrifyingly quiet as he asked the question. She began to weigh the thought of him believing it to be another man's sperm over his own. What would be his reaction if he knew it was his? Would he be more appalled by her if it was his over someone else's? What's more of a turn off, storing sperm in her fridge that belonged to someone else...or belonged to him?
Was there a third option?
There should definitely be a third option…
Well...the truth couldn't hurt...and besides, if she was in his shoes...she would prefer it belonged to her over another woman—even though it's not possible for him to extract her eggs the way she got his sperm.
"Belong is a very strong word..." when she saw his face fall as realisation washed over him, it was almost worth it regardless of the outcome to see him genuinely shocked for a change "...considering its not in you anymore..."
Elijah on the other hand was absolutely taken aback by her confession.
"You procured my sperm and placed it in a jar for storage in your kitchen fridge?"
Had anyone come to him and told him she had done such a thing he would have placed his head on a block and swore on his life that they were wrong. He knew Katerina to be a cunning and intelligent woman, but never someone to do such a thing.
He wondered why she would do such a thing to begin with. There are not many things one can do with a man's ejaculation.
Had it been Tatia, he would assume she planned to do something devious, for example, use it to create a child to make sure they would be connected for the rest of their lives.
Katerina poisoned him with marijuana and tried to do so once more—though when he stole a few, he poisoned himself—therefore, he would put nothing past her...but he could never see her doing something so conniving.
It's not like she planned on bringing out her generous side by donating his sperm...as a lawyer, she knew as well as he that she needed his consent. He hardly believed she was storing his sperm to bless the fruits of his loins with the best of health either. Most people store eggs and sperm for Planned Parenthood. There was never any indication from her that she desired to be a mother. She never told him of such desires. Her thoughts on marriage were quite poisoned at best, so he never considered wondering what she felt where children were concerned.
But what if she truly desired to be a mother?
Even if that was the case, she was of prime age for child bearing. He had no doubt she had any complications where her fertility was concerned. Also, if this was something she truly wanted, she could've come to him.
Even thinking those words carried him back to that moment where they first kissed. She fled the second she could. It would explain why she thought it would be better to steal his sperm for later use over having such a conversation with him.
Wait...
She didn't just want to be a mother...she chose him to be the father to the child she wanted to have.
He had been so busy wondering why she would do something like that, when he had just realised that she desired him to be the genetic father to her future child. There was the possibility that she desired to be a mother long before they met and she must've had many suitors in her life to choose from.
The thought made his heart race.
"We're you intending on telling me of this, or was I to find out after the scientific blend of our reproductive cells were born?" he mocked with a tiny twitch to the corner of his lips.
Katherine let out a breath and rolled her eyes. She would rather him make fun of her than what she thought would've happened. She's definitely never doing that EVER again.
"You're being dramatic..." she trailed off in a shaky soft tone.
"I must admit...I am curious as to how you procured it." He began but it was as if his mind replayed the moment she took it in his mind...which was the night he had discarded a used condom and not long after she had excused herself to the restroom "The discarded condom in your private bathroom."
The look of guilt on her face as he recalled the precise moment confirmed it.
"I feel a sense of violation has taken place..." he joked with a small smile.
She snorted and let out a less notable breath of relief as he kept approaching the horrifying ordeal with humour "Now you're making fun of me..."
He shrugged "I simply wasn't made aware you had motherhood intentions."
She stuttered, searching her brain for a response that would deny his words without actually denying his words.
She saw his eyes soften at her and her brain paused in that moment.
"You would be a lovely mother."
She fought the urge to snort at that. How would he know whether she would be a good mother or not? She knew she wouldn't. It wouldn't be like her nieces and nephews. His words melted her soul, but they've been together for about 4 months, and that's not enough time to know her to make such a statement.
Still, his voice is to die for, her heart was hammering in her chest and she couldn't fight the blush that coloured her cheeks.
And why did he still have it in his hand, especially the way he held it, between his thumb and index finger. It's like the damn thing was glued to him or something.
"But I think there's this new-age thing called a 'sperm bank', in which you can use to gain access to one's sperm so you may achieve Planned Parenthood."
She rolled her eyes "Ha-Ha."
He ignored her sarcasm by continuing to poke jabs at her "I see no reason for you to go through such troubles to slyly possess the evidence of my pleasure for storage."
"Oh would you just stop already!" she groaned in frustration.
He did not heed her words "Unless you desire for this future child you intend on having to also be mine to begin with."
Though he had come to such a conclusion long before, he enjoyed teasing her about it.
She tried to think of something to say to deny his words yet again without actually denying it, but nothing seemed to come to mind. Her brain sucked.
Seriously, he could put it down now; it looked super weird being in his hands for so long.
He faked the realisation in his tone "You desire your unborn child to be fathered by me...that's quite an honour."
She huffed in frustration "Oh would you put the thing down already!"
He cocked his head slightly to the side "My dear, you are aware that a normal house fridge doesn't exactly have the correct requirements to store something as sensitive and as a result, my best guess is that it's no longer useful."
She narrowed her eyes at him "I know"
"Yet you still have it..."
She opened her mouth, but closed it immediately. She had no good excuse as to why she kept it.
"I'm quite positive you didn't keep it for in-fridge decorating..." he trailed off
She kept trying to find words to say, any words at this point. But her brain was fried beyond the point of redemption. Why didn't she throw it out when she decided she did a stupid horrible thing!
"Or are you a witch, determined to put a spell on me?"
"Oh look who's been using their funny bone..." she trailed off, and she swiftly tried to snatch the jar from his grasp, but unluckily for her, she decided not to wear heels that day and was now considerably shorter than him and he pulled it out of her reach. Sue her; he caught her off guard today.
"I hardly find the fact that you desire to have a child with me to be amusing. In fact, I consider it a truly serious matter of which I will treat as such." He replied, faking a serious tone.
"Says the man in the suit with the mocking tone..."
He didn't bother to turn around, as he placed the jar behind him on the counter—or the stove, he no longer paid attention—and he swiftly grabbed Katerina by the small of her back. He pulled her flush against him and leaned forward, catching her lips in a hot kiss.
While one of his hands kept hold on her from the small of her back, the other grabbed the side of her face. He felt as if she was sucking the life out of him every time they shared a kiss but he'd die happily from suffocation when it came to her.
When he finally parted from her lips, he leaned his forehead against hers to catch his breath. Kissing her should be bad for his heart...though that never meant he would dare stop.
"I am honoured by your desire to create a life with me, but if this is something you truly desire...all you had to do was ask. Personally, I'm a bit more partial to creating a life the old fashion way...no?"
She shook her head; momentarily hazed by passionate kiss they shared "You made your point."
He smirked "Seeing you flustered does give me certain pleasure..."
Several weeks later—after the horrifying sperm incident—Elijah invited her to a Christmas dinner with his family.
At first she thought Mikael was coming back and didn't tell her, but Elijah explained to her that this year, they were doing it with just his siblings and their respective families. It was really Finn and his wife Sage and their children. Everyone banned Kol from bringing a date because past experiences with his choice of women at their family functions caused too much conflict.
It was an awkward evening from the moment she arrived. She got judgemental glares from Aaron, Finn and Rebekah. She knew Aaron and Finn were judging her for hooking up with her boss...they probably thought she was working her way through the family now. It was disgusting how misogynistic they were about her and her position in the company and how she acquired it. She often wondered how Finn's wife was able to put up with it...unless she was one of those women who believed she should stay at home and raise her children and let the man do everything to stroke his weak ego. Rebekah on the other hand simply never liked her because of the opinions her mother shared with them no doubt. Katherine never saw a reason to prove herself to the younger female Mikaelson. She let her believe whatever she wanted to.
Finn's wife was polite to her, but she could tell the red haired mother had her own opinions on her and they weren't positive judging by the coldness to her politeness.
Kol and Klaus were the only ones who were friendly to her. She had a friendship with them and they knew the lies Esther told about her were just that, lies born out of ignorance, jealousy and fear. Kol and Klaus took her for a tour about the house. She had been to the house before, many times; but the closest she ever got was the drawing room. The fear of being confronted by the woman of the house kept her close to the door should anything happen.
Klaus wanted to give her a real tour, while Kol wanted to sneak her into Elijah's old room and find his baby pictures. A part of her wanted to see what he was like before the regal business man with an abundance of passion was like, but she knew deep down—way deep down—that she should let Elijah show her these things. She knew Kol's intentions were less than innocent.
She refrained from entering Elijah's room, but she did catch a glimpse of one of his baby pictures. He was adorable.
When they returned, Henrik had arrived from the boarding school back home for the holidays. The thick tension in the room had vanished in light of the little Mikaelson's arrival. All of his siblings missed him terribly.
When the little one heard of her—meaning as Elijah's new girlfriend—it was a genuine shock to him.
"That's a story I have to hear." She heard him comment to Klaus and Kol.
When he met her again, he shook her hand and told her she was lucky because she chose the better brother. She agreed with him with an arch to her eyebrow.
Meanwhile, Elijah never wanted to invite her in the first place, in fact, he felt like skipping the event altogether for one specific reason, Katerina.
It was no secret that she wasn't exactly welcomed amongst most of his family. Aaron, Finn, Rebekah and his mother had their own opinions and thoughts—which were all false—about her and he knew if he invited her, she would not be welcomed.
However, Henrik was returning home for the holidays. It was rare as Henrik had always opted to stay out of the family drama. Their family drama usually flared up around the holidays. Henrik had been to boarding school for three years now and this was the first time he chose to return to spend time with his family. He truly did not want to miss his youngest brother's arrival.
He also did not wish to leave Katerina alone on the holidays. She had her own family, her sister and her sister's family, but as he pictured what that might have been like for her...it seemed quite lonely. He knew because that was how he felt when he attended his family dinners during the holidays. After the Tatia fiasco, he would be there without company and even though he'd be surrounded by family, more often than not he felt like he was sitting at the table by himself.
But Kol and Klaus insisted that not only he attend, but he invite Katerina as well. He thought his brothers knew all too well how welcomed she would be among the rest of his family, but they told him countless times that she can hold her own.
When they arrived and she was greeted by those who held malice towards her, she handled them not only with grace and poise, but she held her own when she was challenged.
He was reminded in that moment that while he had been in England, everyone else had forged their own bond with her and she had years of practice on how to deal with them. She held her own.
He was the most nervous he had ever been in a very long time, but as she dealt with his family members one by one, his nervousness began to decrease. Even Henrik took to her, but he was notified by Klaus that Katerina and Henrik had met before once and he already liked her. Also, their mother's delusions never reached the youngest Mikealson.
Once the time for actual dinner came, everyone was polite, everyone made small talk, Katherine only spoke with Kol or Klaus and on occasion Henrik while being polite and reply to any question she was asked by the others.
After dinner, everyone paired off and had conversations amongst themselves. Elijah was with Henrik, catching up on everything that happened while at school. Elijah assumed Katerina was either with Kol or Klaus or both of them. He hoped she wasn't with anyone else from his family.
Meanwhile, Katherine had spotted a painting of the family—minus Finn's extended section—that was made up of Esther, Mikael and all their children—except Klaus because he never could paint himself for some reason. When she saw a painting of the family—including Klaus in it—she knew Mikael had something to do with that.
She heard footsteps behind her and she knew judging from the fact that it wasn't heels that it was a guy. She had hoped it was Elijah, or Kol or Klaus, but to her disappointment, it was Finn. He stood next to her and she felt uncomfortable. Not because she was afraid of him, but because she knew whatever were to come out of his mouth, would be an insult to her, to women in general and to people on a whole...she knew that judging by what was going to come out of his mouth, this moment would be the moment where everything went downhill.
He proceeded to explain to her—or himself—the story behind the first painting that he told her was Klaus's doing and the other that was painting by some well known painter. She made sure he knew that she knew Klaus painted it because she knew his work. He then continued into explaining that Mikael—who had turned over a new leaf to the man he use to be a little before they met—had demanded that a full family portrait of them would be fashioned with Klaus in it. Yet when they believed that they should take down the painting without Klaus in it, he stopped him because it was something Klaus worked on all day and all night. It was such a masterpiece to Mikael that he threatened to remove the hand that dared to take it off the wall. Then he proceeded to compare himself to Mikael by stating that he cared for his family just as Mikael cared for his, and threatened to remove her—also stating she was of little to no importance to the company and removing her would be as easy as snapping a finger—if she had ill intentions with Elijah.
She stopped him right there.
"Sometimes, I feel sorry for you."
He turned to her with confusion in his eyes, but bitterness covering his face.
"Why would you feel sorry for me when it should be the other way around?"
She smirked "I feel sorry for you because you need a cock and a woman stroking your ego to feel like a man. I mean, I also feel sorry or you because you truly think you have any say in my position at Mikaelson Incorporated, but that's another thing altogether."
She then turned to look him in his eyes.
"You know, at one moment, I thought you hated me because you think I was screwing Mikael. I understood that because you thought your father and I was having an affair, any child would hate the woman who stood between their parent's happiness. But now I'm beginning to realise that you hate me because as a misogynist, you hate the fact that I'm a beautiful and successful woman in a previously male dominated industry. You hate my position, my power and my success. You hate the fact that I don't make you feel like a man, but you wanna know the harsh truth you haven't realised yet?"
She leaned forward slightly with an evil glint to her eyes and whispered "You have yet to realise that a woman can do many things...she can't make you feel like something you're not. And if you're confused as to what I'm saying, let me put it in laymen terms; I can't make you feel like a man because you're not a man. You're just a little boy trapped inside a grown man's body, playing lawyer but he's mad because the girl is better than him."
With that, she turned around and left him standing there with his jaw on the floor. She's wanted to tell him off since the day they met. It felt exhilarating.
She found Elijah with Henrik and decided to join them. Henrik shared his thoughts with her about how he found it shocking that Elijah brought someone here because he hadn't since Tatia. Katherine wanted to tell the boy that she was related to him but Elijah seemed to have realised what she was going to do and stopped her with a look. She would have to ask about that another time.
Apart from Finn's empty threat, the rest of the evening went well. Mikael had video called for a while to join the festivities in spirit and he made a couple of jokes that had everyone laughing.
In the end, it was a successful evening and when she returned home, they made it to the living room before clothes came off.
New Years Eve came by and they had their annual office event. Mikael usually hosted it but it was left in Elijah's capable hands.
That meant it was left in her capable hands. God bless his soul and the effort he tried to make, but he was horrible at planning events. She enlisted the aid of his secretary—Caroline—to help her plan the New Years office party and it was a rousing success.
She knew if she had left it to Elijah, it would be boring and dry.
They co-mingled with their co-workers and reminisced on the good—and funniest—times they had for the year.
For example, everyone remembered when one of Katherine's exes had found his way in the building to profess his undying love for her and to get her back. It was long before Mikael had told her of his plans to expand to India. It was the most embarrassed she had ever been in her life—well second most, first being when she heard what Tatia had done—and she had to call the police to get him out of the building. When they thought about it now, it was funny, because he had this humongous bouquet of flowers he kept carrying with him back and forth, as he kept trying to stay toe to toe with Katherine, pleading his case.
Mikael—who should've been of help to her—just stood there laughing because he knew how she felt about the guy, but the guy didn't and he wouldn't even try to get security to escort him out. She tried to get him to leave, but he refused to leave without being given a second chance. Mikael found the whole ordeal to be hilarious and did not lift a finger to help her or save her.
But oh, she got him back. She messaged Esther using his phone and told her he'd be late because he had to finish some work with her alone at the office. She knew she was adding fuel to the fire she had been trying to put out since it started, but it served him right for not helping her.
Then there was the police that showed up about the weed.
Her co-workers had eventually realised that the police incident about the weed thing was some kind of prank she pulled. She chose not to tell them the truth behind that, but they knew whatever it was, had to do with her. They tried to get a story out of her but she didn't budge. She left them to wonder what had truly happened.
Some reminisced on the different cases their company had to deal with—especially the high profile cases.
Kol and Klaus attended the event—though she threatened Klaus to come to serenade Caroline, Kol simply tagged along—and other company aside—meaning Finn glaring daggers at her—they were having a good time.
It was almost midnight and Elijah asked her to accompany her to the office for a moment together. They weren't exactly exclusive publically—meaning to the company and their co-workers—and they had a mutual silent agreement to keep it between them for now. Katherine was smart enough to know that some had their suspicions.
When they disappeared from the festivities, Elijah had prepared something quite different. His office table—which was once decorated it various paperwork, a laptop and various stationeries—had a white cloth over it, and in the centre, was an ice bucket, two wine glasses, and a bottle of wine being chilled in the ice bucket.
If Katherine knew any better, she'd be nervous right now because it seemed as though he was gearing up to propose to her...but considering she did know better, she was more relaxed, but still curious as to what the special occasion was.
He went over to the desk, and prepared a glass of wine for him and her before bringing it to her.
"What's the special occasion?"
"It's almost New Years."
She rolled her eyes, that was a given. He did not bring her to the privacy of his office to have a private celebratory glass of wine to welcome in the New Year.
He then went towards the wall and when he opened the blinds, she had remembered that Mikael's office had been made with glass walls so he had a view of outside. The blinds had been closed for so long she had forgotten. When he opened the blinds, she lightly gasped at the sight of the city with all the lights in contrast to the night. It was beautiful. She knew they had a pretty good view when the fireworks would start, while everyone else would've followed the plan to go to the rooftop to enjoy the midnight fireworks.
She could tell it was almost midnight because she could hear people beginning to count down. She wanted to leave the room only to see if there'd be any midnight kisses shared. While there was never any strict rules from Mikael involving work romance; it was just frowned upon and seen as inappropriate.
But despite that, she wanted to stay right where she was, standing by the side of the man she loved.
Yes, she was in love with him.
Truthfully, she had come to that conclusion the day he found the sperm in her fridge.
She had realised after they dealt with it that the conversation could've gone many different ways. Instead, he chose to make light of the situation, without mocking her desires. Of course they made it to the bed that day too, brunch long forgotten. But she had realised that evening that she fell in love with that man that day.
Of course Katherine would never say those life sentencing words out loud to him or anyone.
It wasn't that she feared confessing it, but the very few times she expressed her true feelings to a guy, their relationship would suddenly go downhill from there. Ever since, she never allowed another relationship to get to that point again. She never thought she'd reach to that point in a relationship ever again, but now that she has, she can't confess. If she did, her relationship will fall down a path of no return. She wanted this to last. She could not take the chance, not with Elijah.
She hadn't even noticed when Elijah put away his wine glass, but suddenly she felt hers being taken from her. She snapped back into reality and her stomach sank as she saw the look in his eyes. She knew what was coming...
"Katerina..."
Ugh, why did he have to pronounce it so perfectly! Why couldn't he pronounce it horribly like everyone else so she could make him call her Katherine?
"From the moment I met you, I had my own prejudice thoughts of you. I prepared myself to meet a woman I never met. Instead, I met someone that I never expected to meet. You have been a force of nature. You blew into my life like a wild wind and more often than not, I find myself suffocating for air when I'm around you. You have turned my life upside down and I am in love with each and every chaotic part of you."
She had been holding her breath throughout his entire speech, and she wasn't given the time to let it out before he smashed his lips to hers. Their kiss stole her breath away and she was sucked into him like gravity pushing her towards him. He held her in a gentle, yet forceful way that made her melt into his arms.
She only hoped she hadn't caused more harm than good by not saying it back.
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- Cindy xxx