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When She Was Bad
Dedicated to my fabulous beta, Rissy! Happy Birthday!
"Nice place."
Ryan jumped and nearly dropped the large brown grocery bag he was carrying along with his keys.
The last person he expected to see again stood leaning against the wall next to his new front door.
"Hope," he said warily, taking her in while adjusting his hold on the bag.
She looked… great. The usual teasing smirk reserved for him was present, but there was something different about her.
"You were incredibly easy to track down." The amusement in her voice was also something he was used to.
"What can I say?" he shrugged, shifting his hand to search his key ring for the house key. "Living a normal human life now. Normal humans don't have to hide who they are."
Her hand settled on top of his. He looked up and met her gaze.
"Invite me in."
"Come in," he said immediately, then realized. "Damn it." He shook his head from the compulsion. She really did it. He should have known.
"Relax," she grinned and snatched the key from his hand. "It's Ryan now, right?"
He stood nervously and watched her open the front door for them.
"I guess now I know the answer to whether you did it or not," he said stiffly, glancing around.
Was there any escape at this point? He hadn't attempted to make acquaintances with his neighbors yet, so he couldn't seek refuge next door. He wasn't sure he could get there if he even tried.
It was Hope though. She may be a vampire now, but she was supposed to be his friend. Maybe he was worried for nothing. Compelling him to invite her in was… well, it was exactly something she would do. Using magic on him seemed to amuse her greatly.
"Ryan, I said relax," Hope reminded him, still grinning that smile that looked even more eerie the longer she kept it in place.
She didn't smile that much. He may coax a smile out of her here and there, but why was she smiling like that?
"I'm not going to hurt you…" she promised, opening the door and entering. She held the door for him to walk through, which he did begrudgingly.
"Much." She finished, and he flinched.
She laughed. "You are so easy to tease!"
Rolling his eyes, he continued on to the small galley kitchen to set his bag on the counter, deciding to ignore the tiny tribrid hovering behind him long enough to put the groceries away.
"And yes, your father is toast. So is your brother," she said matter-of-factly. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news."
She didn't look away once. The last time she told him something difficult, she looked away. The emotions were too much, and she had only been admitting she and Landon broke up. This time she was telling him Landon was dead, which meant she probably killed him.
Yet, there weren't any emotions.
"You don't look sorry," he said, easing closer to the fridge, as if anything in there would help if what he suspected was true.
"Well… I'm not," she shrugged. "It's just something you say, right? But honestly, I could care less."
"Which says a lot about the state of your humanity," he said, passing the fridge and edging closer to the back entrance to the kitchen which opened out to the dining room area.
"Coming from someone who didn't get his until recently, how do you think I'm doing?" she asked, following him. The knowing look on her face said she knew exactly what he was trying to do.
"I'll answer that after you let me know why you're here," he said, placing a hand on the door jam. He hadn't actually procured any weapon that would mean anything against a vampire yet. Though, there probably wasn't anything to use against a tribrid. No known one, anyway…
"No, I wanna know." She drew closer to him, and he looked away quickly.
"Knew I should've put a rush on that order of vervain."
That at least would've protected him from her getting inside.
She smirked, then with a wave of her hand he went flying backward and slammed against a wall, pinned.
"You know I can always get you to do what I want without compelling you," she teased.
"Is this really necessary?" He was solidly pinned. Feet off the ground, arms spread out, and body hovering in the air with his back flat. It wasn't the most comfortable position. "At least you found the only clear spot on the wall."
She stalked closer, gazing up at him.
"Tell me."
He appreciated that she didn't actually compel him that time.
"With no humanity, you do whatever you want, having no real purpose," he decided to answer her. "But you don't care about anything or anyone."
"And yet, you did, didn't you?" She cocked her head to the side curiously. "You wanted to be loved by your father."
He snickered. "I was disappointed he didn't want to use me as his vessel. Where I'd have no control and be locked inside him forever. Tell me, how humane was that?"
"You've really changed," she said as if that were brand new information.
They both knew it wasn't.
"But then, you already knew that," he said.
"Yeah, I did," she said. "I was wondering how much."
"Is that why you're here?" he asked, still searching for a reason and hoping it wasn't anything more than that. There were plenty of humans everywhere she went; she didn't need to seek him out just because she was looking for a meal. Right?
He continued that line of thought, "To see how much I've changed? I've got a little rental and the first job I could find that barely pays the bills though I'm already looking for something better. It's quite humbling." He laughed with self-deprecation. "Not sure I've ever felt humble before in my life. So. If that's what you wanted to know, there it is."
"That's so cute," she said in that lilting sweet voice of hers. "You honestly thought I stopped by to see how well you've been matriculating in society?"
"Not really, but you're not being very forthcoming, and my wall isn't the most comfortable resting place, so?" He just wanted her to get it over with.
"When I say I want to know how much you've changed, what I mean is..." She stepped forward with a sharp steel knife she dragged out of nowhere.
He drew back against the wall as if he could actually move further.
"Yes, knives hurt me—that I already know," he said quickly. "I definitely don't come back like before either. Human is human, remember?"
"Relaaax." She dragged out the word. "Didn't I say I wouldn't hurt you much?"
"I was hoping for not at all."
She rolled her eyes and grabbed a small votive holder off a decorative ledge nearby.
"Gotta love a man who appreciates candles."
"As opposed to cats?" He tried to inject some familiar levity into the situation. What exactly did she plan to do with that knife?
She picked the small candle out of the holder and held it up.
"Never know when one will come in handy." She shrugged and put the candle back on the shelf.
"Right." Not that he could do anything magical with the candles that he knew of. But if he came back to life as a human magically, there was always a chance his new body gave him some kind of witchy—warlock?—powers. Though… if she could compel him, he definitely was no longer supernatural at all.
Well, crap.
"All I need is the holder anyway." She held it up beneath his left hand and quickly sliced the palm open.
He flinched. "Ow!"
"Don't be such a baby." She laughed. "I just need a little."
"What for?!" He yelped because it really did hurt, and her squeezing to make enough drip out wasn't making it feel any better. "It won't lead you anywhere. All of my family is gone, remember?"
"That's what I'm curious about."
"What?" At least she stopped squeezing. It still stung like a son-of-a-bitch.
She stepped back and sat the holder on the dining room table. Slashing her own palm, she dripped it into the glass, mixing her blood with his.
He noticed her cut healed almost instantly. Show off.
"Hmm." She stared into the tiny glass.
"Hmm, what?" He was beyond annoyed and frustrated. "Are you gonna let me down now? Before I bleed to death?"
"Our blood mixed on the map too and nothing happened either," she said. She walked over and tore off a couple pieces of the bottom of his backdoor curtain.
"Nice," he grumbled. The rental came with the curtain and he didn't like it either, but still. Anytime she wanted to leave was okay with him.
She bunched up one part to press against the cut on his palm then used the other strip to wrap around his hand to hold it in place.
He relaxed for the first time.
If she was doctoring him that meant she wanted him to live… he hoped.
"So… nothing happened?" He cleared his throat. "Which means?"
"I'm not toxic to you," she said, staring up at him again. He shouldn't be making eye contact with her but having her full attention was always a… nice experience for him. Humanity-Free Hope Mikaelson not withstanding. "I assumed so, belatedly, because of the map, and from the fact that you're still alive. Still, wanted to be sure. If you still had parts of Malivore, you should've died with him. You really have changed."
"Okay…" Did that mean she got what she came for?
"It also means I could've healed you," she said, reminding him of being knifed in the throat.
"Yeah, well, I was good with healing naturally." Though, it was also nice, in a strange way, to see her so worried about him. He would've appreciated it more if he wasn't bleeding out at the time.
"Right, you were hoping for a sexy scar." She smirked, remembering. "How's that working out for you?"
"Referring to it more as a mark of valor now."
He shifted against the wall. He was thoroughly uncomfortable already. Hearing her refer to something as sexy was new for him… and making him even more uncomfortable.
"And what was so brave about that?"
"I figured out it was him and attacked him first," he replied. "Seems pretty ballsy to me."
"Speaking of balls..."
"Not really a conversation I see you and I having." He was so far outside his usual comfort zone with her. You would think everything else before now would be less comfortable but that was all oddly familiar.
This was something brand new.
"That was before I noticed something." She stepped even closer to him. He tilted his head down to keep her in his vision, not trusting her at all.
She leaned up and said softly, almost seductively, "Is this turning you on? Pinned to the wall and helpless to my every whim?"
"No," he said with a denial that rang false even to him. "Why would you ask that?"
"It's pretty obvious." She leaned up even closer to him. "And I can hear the blood pumping."
Heat exploded inside him, her words crushing any chance he had at resisting the unexpected reaction he was having.
"You want me, don't you?" She asked curiously, pressing her hand to his stomach. "Do you want this?"
He groaned out, "Yes."
"Good."
She slid her hand down to cup the front of his pants where the obvious presented itself. He felt the blood rush inside of him. Thinking she could hear it too just turned him on even more.
"You know, I've only ever had sex once," she said nonchalantly. "It was kinda overrated. I guess I get the whole most intimate act, show of great love, yada yada. And, I mean, at least I didn't die a virgin."
Was he supposed to be listening to her? Was that even possible when she was touching him like that?
"But, you know what I think?"
Her question broke through his pleasure fog and he shook his head, collapsing against the wall panting when she let go of him suddenly and stepped back.
With another flick of her wrist, he went flying again, this time landing on his back on his dining room table, pinned once again.
"Really?" He managed to say indignantly before she joined him, climbing over top and straddling him.
She leaned close to his face and stared into his eyes.
"I think my opinion might change as long as you don't come until I do."
The compulsion came through loud and clear, as his lips parted with a gasp.
"Are we clear?" she asked, running her hand down his chest to his waistband.
"Yes," he breathed out.
Christ. Was this really happening?
"Good."
And it was all good for him—so very good as she slid down his body and made quick work of removing his pants, then stroking his hard flesh in her firm grasp.
She murmured, "Never knew the sound of blood pumping could sound so… delicious."
She leaned closer to his groin and he made a sound in his throat.
Smirking up at him, she said, "I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I won't bite...yet."
His pulse lurched and she faltered, a glimmer of veins appeared beneath her eyes.
Seeing the change in her, he tried to move away but the spell held him in place. He was incredibly hard but still worried at what she would do. He would be lying if he said he never dreamed about doing something like this with her. She just... didn't have fangs in any of his fantasies.
But, whoa, she was hot.
Somehow she reeled in her blood lust because the veins went away. He breathed a sigh of relief until she smirked at him again.
"Maybe just a taste."
He cried out when she swooped down, then cried out in a different way when her mouth wrapped around his cock tip and slid down around him.
No pain, only pleasure greeted him, and he forgot all about her teasing him yet again because the pleasure was too great. Her ministrations stretched on and he was lost, thoroughly enjoying her mouth and tongue… right up until holding back from release became its own pain.
He couldn't find release, and he really needed it.
"I have to," he groaned out. "Let me..."
She drew her mouth off him until only her tongue remained on the very tip, circling around, taunting him. Not giving him what he wanted.
"Please," he begged, clenching his eyes shut tight from the painful pressure.
"If I let you," she finally said. "What about my fun?"
"Oh, there's plenty more to be had," he promised, swallowing thickly. "It's pretty much guaranteed at this point."
"Fine," she huffed.
Splaying her hand across his chest, she rose and stared into his eyes again.
"Come."
She released him and climbed off the table, standing and waiting, releasing him from the immobility spell too.
Freed, he sat up with a shout and grabbed his cock in his fist as he came, pumping his hand up and down until he was completely spent.
Hunched forward on the edge of the table, he breathed heavily as he recovered. He was still hard with no refractory period needed this time. He wasn't surprised. Between his body being practically brand new and that it was Hope stimulating it, he was more than ready to go again already. He had made her a guarantee after all.
She stood by, waiting impatiently, and he felt the tension growing the longer he remained silent. This was the only time he had any control since she arrived on his doorstep. Making her wait was very satisfying for him.
Finally, he looked up at her with eyes heady with pleasure. Reaching out, he gripped the front of her waistband, tugging her to him.
"Did I say you could touch me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"If you want me to get you off, I'm gonna have to."
"We'll see about that."
The look of determination on her face made him look away before her eyes could meet his again.
"Stop with the compulsion," he said.
She stroked his chest almost innocently then clenched his shirt in her hand, ripping it off from the front.
"Don't tell me what to do."
She stepped back and 'magicked' him off the table, this time throwing him across into the living room, slamming him into the recliner chair.
He flung back in the seat when the recliner slid out.
Before he could attempt to sit up again, she was on top of him, her bottom half somehow completely bare now. Her knees settled on either side of him.
There was some kind of witty reply about flinging his naked body around on the tip of his tongue, but the sight of her naked from the waist down chased the thought away.
His gaze zoomed in on her hand between their bodies, reaching for his cock, grabbing it and jerking her hips forward, sliding him up inside of her smoothly.
Heat.
"Ohh…" she murmured. "I can hear the blood rushing again."
She clenched her inner walls around him, "I feel it too."
Moaning at the pleasure, he tossed his head back as the heat rushed through him.
She leaned down over him, licking up the expanse of his exposed neck.
He flinched away, the danger warring with the desire screaming through his body.
"Look at me," she commanded.
Shaking his head, he refused, twisting his head away from her.
"Look at me, or I'll bite you," she threatened.
Grimacing, he finally turned back and met her eyes again.
"Not until I come," she compelled again.
He nodded, thinking that wasn't as bad as he thought. He already intended to hold off until then anyway.
That was his intention anyway, but then she started to move... and it wasn't just her.
Somehow she spelled the recliner to rock too.
He was locked in a massively over-stimulating witch-vampire sex simulation and if he hadn't been compelled not to, he would have come way too soon and probably gotten his head bitten off.
And, no, he honestly wasn't sure which head at this point.
"Oh wow," she exclaimed as she rode his cock, shifting and moving her hips, allowing him to press up inside of her at different angles, the recliner movements causing an increased sensation that rocked her to her core.
"Now I see what all the fuss is about," she managed to say breathlessly.
She seemed to find her favorite angle and held herself right there as she gyrated against him.
He was very happy with that angle too. He bit at his bottom lip, struggling not to reach out and grip her hips. He wanted to touch her but with the way she acted the last time he did, he didn't want her to remember she hadn't pinned him to the chair after she tossed him there. He was enjoying his freedom of movement.
Jerking his hips up against her, he reaffirmed that he very much enjoyed that freedom of movement.
"Did I mention you did a marvelous job with this body? Or should I be thanking Andie?" She was rambling now. He wasn't even sure she was aware of her words. The look on her face told him exactly how much she was enjoying him.
Groaning, she quivered around him even as she kept up her fast pace.
"We're going to need to do this again," she sputtered out. "Many times."
He would've agreed if the pain from forcefully holding back wasn't keeping him from speaking. He needed her to come, and he needed her to do it now!
Throwing caution to the wind, he reached between their bodies to stroke her clit.
She grabbed his wrist, intent on tearing him away but his fingers must have felt too good because she stopped.
"Just. This. Once." she panted.
She didn't release him. Her hand gripped him more firmly as he stroked her.
The recliner started bumping along faster, and he knew she was growing closer and closer to her peak. The sound registered, but all he could really think about was coming.
But he had to wait, he had to wait, he had to wait...
"YES!" She screamed out and jerked hard, slamming down on his pelvis as her orgasm shot through her, her body clenching in ecstasy for several long glorious moments.
Feeling her body, seeing her face, he knew, and it was with the most pleasurable release of his life that he came, shooting up into her and grabbing her hips to keep her firmly in place as they both finished
Collapsing back in the chair, he released her, his body exhausted and spent.
She never moved from her spot, nor did she collapse against him. She just continued to sit, straddling him, his softened manhood still pressed inside her.
After a while, he opened his eyes and found her staring, waiting.
"Ready to go again?" she asked gleefully, looking just as energized as she had when they first started.
Shockingly, he jerked to life inside of her.
He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this up, but as her eyes found his, he figured it would probably be a while if she kept compelling him.
And, if he died from screwing Hope, well, he could think of worse ways to go.
. . .
Not sure if this is a oneshot or not… We'll see what happens.
All errors are mine, as I didn't ask Rissy to beta her own birthday present ;)