Fancy Meeting You Here
Chapter 2
Ryan kept Hope handcuffed to the headboard all night. While he continuously staked his claim on her body well into the night, Ryan didn't want to risk waking up and finding Hope gone. She might have promised to be his, but Ryan was concerned that Hope would change her mind and leave him. However, despite his efforts to ensure he would wake up with Hope in bed next to him, Ryan woke up to an empty bed, and sounds coming from the kitchen. Rolling out of bed, Ryan pulled on a pair of lounge pants and headed out of the bedroom. He heard Hope moving about the kitchen before he actually saw her, but when he did see her, he was rooted to the spot. There was Hope, standing at the stove, making breakfast, hair up in a messy bun, wearing nothing but his shirt. With a groan, Ryan closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Hope's waist, pressing his hardening dick against her ass.
"Good morning to you too." Hope said as Ryan started placing kisses along her neck.
"I had plans for you this morning. But you got out of the handcuffs, and that messed up my plans. How did you get out?" Ryan asked while rocking his hips against Hope's ass.
"Magic. Next time you want to keep me handcuffed to our bed, make sure you've procured a set of magic-cancelling shackles, first, or else I'll always be able to get out of them." Hope explained as she turned her head and pressed a kiss to Ryan's cheek.
"Mmm, I like the sound of that." Ryan murmured. "'Next time' and 'our bed'." He added.
"I have no intention of leaving you again, Ryan. I did that once, and I regretted it. So yes, there will be a next time that you handcuff me to the bed during sex; and since I promised to be yours, it's no longer your bed, it's our bed." Hope said.
Spinning her around in his arms, Ryan gripped Hope's hip with one hand while tangling the fingers of his other hand into the hair at the back of her head- after taking it out of the bun- and pulling her in for a deep kiss. With a swipe of his tongue against the seam of her lips, Ryan had Hope moaning softly into the kiss, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth to explore it. Hope ran her fingers through Ryan's curls and pressed her body closer to his. Lifting a leg up and around Ryan's waist, Hope angled her hips so that she could press her pussy against Ryan's erection.
"Fuck, Sweetheart." Ryan groaned against Hope's lips.
"You mentioned plans that involved me still being handcuffed to our bed?" Hope asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, I can't do everything that I planned to do, since you're already awake, but we can do everything else." Ryan replied. "But what about breakfast? I'd hate to let whatever you made go to waste." He added.
"Food can wait. Right now my hunger is sexually based." Hope replied while nipping at Ryan's bottom lip and waving her hand behind her to turn off the stove.
With a smirk, Ryan hoisted Hope into his arms and carried her back to bed. Much more playfully than the night before, Ryan tossed Hope onto the bed before quickly moving to straddle her body and securing her wrists into the cuffs. After giving her a look that asked her not to use magic to get out of the cuffs again, Ryan moved off of Hope and took off his pants. Rejoining Hope on the bed, Ryan trailed his fingers over Hope's thighs.
"Thank you, Hope."
"For what?"
"For agreeing and promising to be mine. Those 5 months we spent together in Malivore were, despite the circumstances surrounding it, the best 5 months of my life. It broke me when you left because it felt like a part of me was missing. From the second I got out; I spent the following 2 months searching for you. But I kept just barely missing you. Until the other night in Georgia. I lucked out when I saw you at the bar."
"I was just wandering for the last 2 months. I tried to get as far away from Triad as I could, but I ultimately kept making my way back towards it each time. I think, subconsciously, I was wishing to find you again, too."
Ryan flashed Hope a genuine smile at that before pushing her legs apart and slamming into her pussy. He had been too preoccupied the other night to notice the slight resistance from Hope's hymen, but knowing now that it healed itself, Ryan noticed it and pushed forward until he was balls deep inside her.
"Fuck, Hope! You weren't kidding yesterday when you said it would be like taking your virginity every time we have sex. You're so fucking tight." Ryan groaned.
"Or maybe you just have a huge dick." Hope commented as she bucked her hips up against his.
"You flatter me, Miss Mikaelson. But I am quite sure that, in this particular instance, it is because your hymen heals itself that's making things so tight." Ryan commented before he started a slow pace of moving in and out.
"We um… probably shouldn't say my last name is Mikaelson before we find a way to get everyone's memories back." Hope as she wrapped her legs around Ryan's waist to pull him deeper.
"Which name do you think would be better?"
"Unfortunately, none of my family names will work. Marshall, Kenner and Labonair are all known names around New Orleans that would cause people to ask questions that'll be too hard to answer."
"What name is left, Hope?"
Ryan had stopped moving at that point and Hope's heart broke a little when she realized he didn't get where she was going with this. Using magic to get out of the handcuffs, which had Ryan giving her a hard stare, Hope sat up and took his face in her hands, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
"The only other name that I ever want to go by. The only name that means something to me. Ryan… I want to take your last name. I promised to be yours, so why not make it official?" Hope murmured against his lips.
"You- you want to be my wife?" Ryan asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Ryan, I want to be your wife. When Malivore expelled me, it felt like a part of me was missing too. I realized then that in those 5 months together, I had fallen in love with you, but I didn't want to admit it to myself because I didn't want to let myself be open to the heartbreak of never seeing you again. It wasn't because I was slightly drunk and you were giving me the best sex I could imagine that I promised to be yours. I love you, Ryan Clarke. And I want to spend the rest of my life, by your side, as your wife." Hope said. "So what do you say? Partners?" She added with a smirk.
"Damn it, Hope." Ryan muttered as he unwrapped her legs from around his waist and moved off of her.
"Ryan… I- I'm sorry. If I'm being presumptuous about where this relationship…"
Hope trailed off as Ryan handed her a small velvet box and sat back against the pillows on his side of the bed. As she slowly opened the box, Hope fell back against Ryan's side, completely transfixed by the ring that was staring up at her. A solitary emerald, surrounded by small diamonds, sat on a plain silver band, and it was the most beautiful ring that she had ever seen. Glancing up at Ryan, Hope saw his face set in a neutral expression, even though he had draped his arm over shoulders and was rubbing her upper arm with his thumb.
"I got it immediately after Maple Hollows. I didn't know why, or how, but I knew I would be asking you to marry me one day. I found out what I could about you, which was surprisingly easy once I was back here in New Orleans and found out you were born in May. I didn't know how deeply you felt for me, so I thought you were promising to be mine out of convenience and not because you actually cared about me. I wasn't going to ask you to be my wife until I was sure we felt the same way about each other. I never expected to find out how you felt by you proposing to me." Ryan explained.
"Since you have a ring to offer, and I didn't, we can pretend like my proposal didn't happen, and you can ask." Hope offered.
"Are you sure?" Ryan asked.
"I've never been surer of anything in my life. Now ask me to marry you, Ryan Clarke, because I'm ready to have my fiancé's dick pounding into me." Hope replied as she moved to straddle Ryan's lap.
"Hope Andrea Mikaelson, will you make me the happiest mud man alive and marry me? I can't promise I won't make mistakes, and we both know I'll inevitably do something that'll piss you off; but I can promise that I will love you every day for the rest of my life." Ryan asked while lightly rocking his hips up against Hope's heated core.
"Yes, of course I will, Ryan." Hope said while biting back a moan.
As soon as Ryan slipped the ring onto her finger, Hope sank down onto Ryan's dick and let out the moan she had been suppressing. Running her fingers through Ryan's curls, Hope pulled her fiancé into a deep kiss as she started bouncing on his dick while he bucked his hips up to meet her, thrust for thrust. At some point during the day, as they spent the day in bed, Ryan had removed his shirt from Hope's body and threw it across the room. When Hope had given him a questioning look, Ryan simply responded with wanting to see all of his fiancée's body exposed as he made love to her. By the time either of them were hungry for something other than each other, it was late into the afternoon, and was early evening. Hope moved to get out of bed to take a shower when she realized she didn't have any clothes here. The clothes that she had been wearing the other night in Georgia were still in Ryan's car. With a groan, Hope fell back into bed and rolled into Ryan's side.
"Not regretting accepting my proposal already, are you Sweetheart?" Ryan asked as he pulled her on top of him.
"Absolutely not. It's just that… I don't have any clothes here. The clothes I was wearing the other night are still in your car, and I'm not about to let anyone but my fiancé see me naked as I go down to get them." Hope explained. "So we have two options. The first is that you get dressed and go down to grab my clothes from the car; the second is that I use magic to get some of my clothes from my bedroom across the street, granted my family didn't get rid of them when they forgot me."
"How about we try option two, and if that doesn't work, we'll go with option one." Ryan suggested as he gripped Hope's hips and maneuvered her back onto his dick.
"You are insatiable, Ryan Clarke." Hope moaned as she rolled her hips.
"Only because it's you that I have my dick inside, I just can't get enough." Ryan replied as he rolled them over and started pounding into Hope's pussy.
"Fuck, Ryan! How is it possible that your dick has seemingly gotten bigger with each round of sex that we've had today?" Hope moaned.
Ryan simply smirked down at her and leaned in for a kiss. He wasn't about to try and figure out an answer to Hope's question. He honestly didn't know how it was possible himself, but he also wasn't going to question it. His life had drastically changed in the last 48 hours, and it was all because he finally caught up with Hope in Georgia. Now he had her in his- their- bed, and she had agreed to marry him. The only thing that would make him happier than he currently was would be when she officially became Hope Clarke. With as many orgasms as Hope had already had that day, it wasn't long before she was coming undone beneath Ryan once again. Once they had both come down from their highs, Ryan rolled over and pulled Hope with him.
"I'll be surprised if I can walk properly, given how thoroughly you've fucked me today." Hope commented as she placed small kisses across Ryan's chest.
"You'll be able to walk just fine, Sweetheart." Ryan replied with a playful roll of his eyes.
Sticking her tongue out at her fiancé, Hope climbed over him, grabbed his shirt off the floor to slip it back on, and made her way to the balcony. Closing her eyes for a moment, Hope let the familiar sounds and smells of New Orleans wash over her. Even though she and Ryan were only going to use New Orleans as a home base while they went in search of a way to bring back everyone's memories, it felt nice to be home. When Ryan came up behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, Hope leaned back against his chest and rested her head on his shoulder.
"It feels… good… to be home. Even better because you're here with me." Hope commented with a sigh.
"I've never made anyone feel at home. I'm glad I make you feel that way." Ryan murmured as he pressed kisses to Hope's shoulder and neck. "And since I didn't say it this morning… you look fucking sexy wearing nothing but my shirt." He added while gripping her hips and pulling her against him.
"If you don't let me concentrate, all I'll ever wear is your clothes." Hope said with a soft moan.
"I can live with that." Ryan replied, nipping at her earlobe.
Hope swatted at Ryan's arm before trying to focus on the summoning spelling. She had managed to get some of her clothes over to their balcony before Ryan broke her concentration by running his hands up her torso and dipping them into his shirt to grab her breasts. Before she could reprimand him, Ryan had Hope pressed against the doorframe, her hands pinned above her head in one of his, and he was filling her up again.
"So fucking sexy, and all fucking mine." Ryan growled as he started sucking on her pulse point while pounding into her.
"Oh fuck, Ryan…" Hope moaned while wrapping her legs as tightly as she could around his waist.
"Don't make a sound, Sweetheart." Ryan whispered into her ear. "I need you to keep quiet until you're cumming so that we can actually finish before the neighbors call the cops." He added. "Do you think you can do that for me?" He asked and Hope nodded.
Hope leaned forward and captured Ryan's lips in a hungry kiss. It helped to muffle the moans and whimpers that were falling from her lips, and Ryan didn't chastise her for breaking his rule, so Hope figured it was okay. When Ryan reached between their bodies to pinch her clit, Hope broke the kiss and let out a long, low moan.
"That's it, Sweetheart." Ryan encouraged. "Cum for me."
"RYAN! Oh fuck! Don't stop baby! Fuck me harder! Oh god! Faster! I'm so close, baby! Ryan, baby, I'm cumming!" Hope cried out as her strongest orgasm so far washed over her.
"You did so well, Sweetheart." Ryan said as he released Hope's hands and held her close when she slumped against him. "So good." He muttered before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"I love you, Ryan."
"I love you too, Hope."
With Hope still wrapped around him, Ryan reached down and picked up Hope's clothes before carrying her back into the apartment and to the bathroom. Placing her onto the counter by the sink and discarding his shirt from her body once again, Ryan gave Hope a quick kiss before moving towards the shower to turn the water on. When he turned back around, Ryan was greeted with the sight of Hope leaning back on one hand while leisurely pleasuring herself with the other hand.
"Fuck, Hope! Do you know what you're doing to me right now?" Ryan asked as he dropped to his knees between Hope's legs, swatted her hand out of the way, and started devouring her pussy.
"Oh! So good, baby!" Hope moaned as she ran her hands through Ryan's hair and held the back of his head against her core. "More… please, Ryan… I need more."
Ryan pressed his mouth harder against Hope's pussy at her words while pressing his thumb to her clit. Her moans were getting louder and her hips started bucking against Ryan's mouth, but when she went silent, Ryan glanced up to find Hope's head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent 'o' and her grip on his hair had tightened, so he moved his mouth over her clit, lightly bit down on the nub, and Hope was cumming in his mouth. Once she came down from her high, Hope released her hold on Ryan's hair and gave him a sheepish look.
"Sorry, baby." Hope mumbled.
"Never apologize for wanting or needing sex with me, Hope. We'll be married soon, it's to be expected that we can't get enough of each other." Ryan replied as he wrapped his arms around her.
"It's- it's not that. The full moon is 3 nights from now, and um, from sunset to sunrise each night of the week surrounding the full moon, I go into heat." Hope explained. "I was apologizing because I should have told you about that before I agreed to marry you, so if it was something you weren't wanting to deal with, you had a chance to back out." She added as she looked away from him.
Ryan stood up from his spot, tightening his hold on Hope for a moment before holding her chin between his finger and thumb so that she was looking at him.
"Hope, please tell me you didn't actually think that finding out the woman I love going into a monthly heat around the full moon was going to scare me off? Other than the fact that I already can't get enough of you, this just gives me more of a reason to keep you in bed." Ryan said before pressing his lips to Hope's.
"It's more than just a need for sex, Ryan. I'm overwhelmed with needing and wanting to breed when I go into heat." Hope said with a frown.
"Listen to me, Sweetheart. We will figure something out. Just because I haven't fathered any children in the past doesn't necessarily mean that it's out of the cards. Maybe with you it's possible. And believe me… I will never stop trying to get you pregnant, especially when you're in heat." Ryan replied as he lightly bucked his hips forward.
Hope gave him a small smile before glancing at the shower. Following her gaze, Ryan smirked and scooped her into his arms before stepping under the water. Once Ryan placed Hope's feet on the ground, she dropped to her knees and took his dick into her mouth. Ryan braced his hands on the wall while he watched his fiancée bob her head on his dick while swirling her tongue around it, and lightly scraping her teeth along it.
"Fuck, Sweetheart. That's even better than last night." Ryan moaned and Hope hummed around him.
Their night ended shortly after getting out of the shower. They had dried each other off, gotten something to eat, and then headed back to bed. As sleep overcame them both, thoughts of everything they had been through were the farthest things from their minds, instead being replaced by what their joint future had in store for them.
