The following day, Elena had prepared herself all morning for her meeting with Davina, she was worried about how it may turn out; had she forgiven Marcel or should she expect the worst to happen, he had turned Davina against her and is waiting for her arrival to end the doppelgänger once and for all.
She was nervous, to say the least.
They had all come to the agreement that only Elijah and Rebekah would accompany her, Klaus was to known to the vampires of New Orleans and he had enraged every single one of them, whereas Elijah was trying to keep the peace and Rebekah was just there to help when needed.
She had finished her usual 2 cups of coffee and psyched herself up for what ever may happen, she had hope and that's all she needed. Kol and Klaus had decided to meet with the witches once again, retrieve any information on the whereabouts of their mother and how far they had come in concocting a plan to defeat her.
Elena was almost ready to leave, she had threw on her leather jacket and grabbed a small bag to throw over her shoulder and across her body, she had several items of defence within it, a couple vials of vervain and a small stake, both would be effective against vampires and if all else fails, there would be 2 original vampires in the near vicinity to protect her.
"Be careful," Klaus spoke softly, his fingers tracing along her cheekbone and landing in her hair, "we don't know what to expect."
"I will," she placed a soft kiss on his lips, her breathing becoming heavier the closer they came.
"I hate that I can't go with you."
"Me too," they kissed one last time before she left the mansion.
She jumped in the backseat of the car whilst the others took the front, they drove off towards the centre of New Orleans and aimed for the church.
Elena had spent most of the journey lost in thought, pondering the aftermath of the whole war; if they where all to survive, they could stay in New Orleans, Klaus would be king of the quarter and they could live in peace, it all depended on the next few moves they make against them.
Elijah parked up outside the church, snapping Elena back to reality, "wait here, no-one will see you."
She stepped out of the car and towards the church, she opened the door slightly and peered her head around, there seemed to be a service being performed by Father Kieran, she walked further inside and took a seat in the pew closest to the door that would lead to the attic.
She sat patiently, waiting for him to complete his sermon; she texted Rebekah and informed her of the delay.
Elena had never really put much thought into religion, she found it hard to believe in a God that could only bring suffering to her and her loved ones; she believed in the power that she could see, how a vampire who is meant to only want to bring death and violence, could love and protect her, a witch like Bonnie that saw only the goodness in people and used her magic for the right reasons and lastly, the sacred bond of family, all of these things got her through her darkest days.
"Thank you for coming everyone," Father Kieran spoke, stopping her train of thought and bringing her back; everyone stood from there seats and started walking towards the exit, Elena pretended to faff around in her bag as the Father walked past and saw the others out, she took the opportunity to quickly race to the door and head towards the attic.
She climbed the stairs as quickly and as quietly as she could, she was internally hoping that there wasn't going to be a clan of vampires waiting for her on the other side.
She knocked on the door softly before opening it, she only saw Davina, she was sitting on one of the chairs closest to the window, "how are you doing?"
"Not great," Davina replied, sadness filled in her tone of voice, "I spoke to Marcel, he told me nothing about this war and only confirmed Esther was here, he didn't tell me anything else."
"I'm sorry, Davina, I know you care about him," she was truly apologetic, she knew what it was like to be hurt by the closest to you.
"He'll never let me leave here," her voice had changed, her sadness turned to regret and hurt, "he needs me to make sure the witches don't practice magic in the quarter, I'm his strongest weapon."
"You're not a weapon, you're a person, a little girl," she exclaimed, annoyed by how someone could treat her so coldly, "he may protect and care for you but it doesn't count if he's keeping you prisoner and using you like this."
She remained silent, her eyes fixated out of the window; she was watching all the people just going about there day, shopping, laughing, enjoying the company of each other and how she was regretful that she was stuck in this attic, forced to live a life she had no control over.
"Come with me, Davina, I'll take care of you," she held out her hand towards the young witch, she turned her attention to Elena and became hesitant, "I promise, I won't let anyone hurt you."
"Where will we go?" She asked.
"We live in a quiet house, you'll be able to practice your magic and learn to control it better there, no-one can get to you."
"If I leave, Marcel is just going to look for me and kill anyone who stands in his way, I'll stay here and reach out when I find something," Davina was trying to be brave, she hated seeing so many people get hurt because of herself.
"I can't just leave you here," Elena was hesitant.
"In one hour, Marcel is coming for an update on the witches in the quarter, if he sees I'm gone, you'll be the first person he'll come to, original vampires or not, it's not worth the fighting."
"Fine," she wasn't happy about it but she couldn't argue with her, if she wanted to stay, she wasn't going to take her, not against her will, "just be careful, the dreams your having about Esther are real, she's planting visions in your head in your sleep to try and lure you to her, if you go, she'll kill you and complete the harvest."
"What?" She exclaimed, completely astonished by the news, "she can do that to me?"
"Yes and probably more too, just don't let her, try and block her out, we'll come up with a plan to fix all this and bring order back to the quarter, no more hiding in attics and living in fear, okay?"
"Okay," Davina smiled kindly towards the doppelgänger, feeling slightly reassured by her words, "you should know, last night I had another dream about Esther, she's in Lafayette cemetery, she's working with Sophie Deveraux, they both want to complete the harvest, I didn't see much else of use."
"That's impossible, Sophie has been helping us," Elena tilted her head for a long moment, "and every time they've searched the cemetery, they haven't found her."
"She might have used a spell to cloak herself, I can't feeling her using magic, that's the only explanation I have."
"Thank you, I'll come back in a couple of days to check on you," she reached into her bag and pulled out a scrap piece of paper, resting it on the table and grabbing one of her pencils, she scribbled her number down and handed it to Davina, "if you need anything, call me, keep it hidden for Marcel."
"I will," she took the paper and hid it in her drawer, Marcel never went through her things.
Elena shot the young witch a smile before turning on her heel and heading towards the door, she closed the door behind her and walked down the stairs, she peered her head around the door frame and tip-toed through the church and out the door, Father Kieran was nowhere to be seen.
She returned the car where Elijah and Rebekah where and climbed into the backseat.
"Where's Davina?" Elijah asked, turning around in his seat to face her, Rebekah too.
"She's staying here as to not draw attention to us, she trusts me enough to tell me about Marcel and the witches, including Esther and Sophie."
"What did she say?" Rebekah questioned, her brow furrowed.
"She said that in one of her dreams, she saw Esther and Sophie working together to complete the harvest, this whole time, she's been working against you all," she paused for a long moment, watching the two siblings as the information sunk in, they where both furious, they had been used this whole time.
"Wait," Rebekah turned to face Elijah, concern growing on her face, "didn't Nik say he was going to meet the witches today with Kol?"
"We have to go, now," Elena sat back in her seat, suddenly extremely worried; Elijah started the car and drove as quickly as he could to Lafayette cemetery, "if they know that Davina told me about them working together, they could be in trouble."
Elijah was driving like a maniac, straight through the quarter and past bourbon street until they found themselves outside the cemetery; they jumped out of the car, leaving the doors open and running through the central pathway in the graveyard.
"Elena, hold on," Elijah quickly wrapped his arm around her waist and used his speed to move them, a slight gasp escaped her lips as they ran, her hands gripping onto his arms; Rebekah was close behind them as they came to the centre, they quickly scanned over the entire area and there was no sign of them.
They stopped briefly, Elena was still spun by the vampire speed, she didn't even realised they hadn't separated yet; for a brief second, there eyes caught each other's and she couldn't help but stare for what was probably a fraction of a second.
She quickly released the grip she had of him and took a couple of steps backwards, averting her gaze towards Rebekah.
"They're not here," The blonde vampire spoke frantically, concerned for her brothers, "where would they have taken them?"
"I don't think they've took them anywhere, I think they're still here in the cemetery," Elena spoke ominously, pondering her thoughts and slowly walking around the immediate area, "Davina said Esther might have cloaked herself, she can't sense when she's doing magic, so maybe they're just hidden from us."
"We have no way of finding them without a witch then and I don't trust anyone in this city," Rebekah was frustrated and annoyed, "what are we going to do, Elijah?"
Before he had the chance to respond, Elena pulled out her cellphone and dialled Klaus' number, "listen."
The phone began to ring, both vampires had there hearing up too 100% and they listened out, Elijah had used his speed to run off into the distance and listen around the cemetery; Elena kept dialling his number until they where sure he wasn't here.
Elijah appeared in front of them in the blink of an eye, "they're definitely here but I can't see them."
"Elijah, take me to Marcel, we need Davina," she turned her attention to him, her voice completely serious, "we don't have time to argue, let's just go."
"I'll stay here, keep ringing Nik so they don't leave," Rebekah took out her phone and disappeared to the back of the cemetery.
Elijah took Elena by the waist once again and she held onto his arms, her lips parted at the mere inches between them; he whisked her off and they where gone in seconds, moving through the quarter like a blur, she was starting to get used to being carted around so fast that she thought her skin would rip off.
Once they arrived at the compound, Elijah pushed open the gates with all of his force and they bounced open, cracking the walls that held them slightly, "Marcellus, we need to talk."
The vampire appeared on the balcony, his facial expressions full of rage, "you can't storm into my home like this whenever you need something, get out."
"It's important," he spoke, his voice cold and distant, "the witches are planning something as we speak."
"What are you talking about? I'd know if there was witches practicing in the quarter," he seemed to disbelieve the original vampire, his patience thinning, "no magic can be performed here, they know I would find out and I'd kill them, now leave."
"Your ignorance will be the death of us all, Marcellus," he pursed his lips together, his anger rising, "My mother has cloaked the witches, Sophie Deveraux included, they have both of my brothers as we speak and she plans on destroying us all and if one of us dies, every vampire we have turned will die along with us, ending the existence of the vampire race forever."
Marcel was silent, contemplating the original vampires words; he was concerned it was a trap, he couldn't fall into another Mikaelson war.
"You have to take me to Davina," Elena finally spoke out, stepping in front of Elijah, "only she has the magic to defeat them, if you don't take me to her right now, they'll take her and finish the harvest tonight."
"You brought a human with you?" Marcel spoke, his line of sight on Elijah.
"If there is one thing I've learnt since having met Elena is, don't underestimate her," he spoke in defence of her, she couldn't help but feel her heart warm slightly at his words, even after everything they've been through, he still has kind things to say about her.
"How do you even know about Davina?" He asked.
"Let's just say we're connected, we both have the original witch on our backs," she folded her arms across her chest, giving off an air of confidence, "so, are you gonna let Davina come with us or not? I'm not sure about you but I don't feel like dying tonight."
After a few long moments of considering every angle to the problem at hand, he reluctantly agreed, "fine but I'm coming too."
"Let's go then," Elena spun on her heel and headed out of the compound, Elijah and Marcel close behind her.
They used there speed to go to the church, Elijah once again had a hold of Elena and they where there within the minute, they went straight through to the attic, bypassing Father Kieran, Elena noted the look of confusion he had when he noticed she was with the vampires.
"Davina?" Marcel knocked several times, giving her a heads up, "It's only me."
She opened the door, dropping the spell and letting them all enter; Elena went to her side, Marcel in front of her and Elijah stayed in the door frame.
"We have to go," Marcel spoke, his voice full of regret, "I should have told you about everything that's been going on, I swear, I was only trying to protect you."
"Elena, what's going on?" She completely ignored Marcel and turned her attention to the doppelgänger.
"Esther is planning to complete the harvest tonight, we have to find her, you're the only one with the power to remove her cloak," she placed both of her hands on each side of her arm, attempting to reassure her, "I promise we'll keep you safe but if we don't go now, we're all gonna die."
Davina locked onto her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or misconception, anything that could tell her that this was a trap but she saw nothing, only concern, "then let's go."
"Are you sure?" Marcel stood in front of her, pulling her into a quick hug, "you don't have to do anything you don't want too."
"I want to do this, I want my life back and if this helps do that, then I'm all for it."
Davina walked towards the attic door, moving past Elijah and down the stairs; Elena's gaze flickered between the two vampires in the room, "that's one tough girl."
"Yeah, she is," Marcel spat, "if anything happens to her-"
"We don't have time for this, Marcellus, we have to go," Elijah interrupted his sentence, his threats where becoming tiresome.
They all exited the church and jumped into Marcel's car, the two girls sat in the backseat, Elena was pleasantly surprised by how well Davina could handle all this; just as they where approaching the church, two witches had stood in the road opposite the car.
Marcel slammed his foot down on the brake and the car came to a sudden stop, Elena had put her arm in front of Davina and stopped her from flinging forwards, her own head colliding with the back of Elijah's seat.
"Elena?" Elijah called out, his eyes still fixated on the witches.
"I'm fine," she responded, rubbing her hand against her head, "who are they?"
"French Quarter coven," Davina spoke, right before closing her eyes and raising her hand towards them; they all watched through the front window as they floated into the air, the two witches where holding onto there necks as if they couldn't breathe and a simple wave of Davina's hand and they had flew in opposite directions, "keep going."
They all paused for a long moment, astonished by the young witch; Elena sat back in her chair and looked at her, both of them exchanging a small smile before Marcel continued to drive.
Once they arrived at Lafayette church, they remained in the car for a long moment, trying to figure out there best course of action.
"What if me and Davina stay in the car and both of you go find Esther?" Elena suggested.
"No, I'll stay here with Davina, if anything happens, I can protect her," Marcel spoke, his eyes turning to Elijah, "when the cloak is dropped, I'm getting her out of here."
"No, Marcel, I want to stay and help fight the witches, I'm not going back to that attic," she stated, her mind made up.
"Stay in the car for now, drop the cloak and me and Elena will go inside and find them," Elijah stepped out of the car, opening the door on her side; she nodded her head towards Davina, quickly taking her hand before stepping out of the car and standing beside Elijah, "are you sure you don't want to stay here?"
"When have I ever stayed behind?" She spoke, a small smirk curling up on her lip.
"You're truly a mystery," he slowly wrapped his arm around her waist, taking the chance to enjoy there contact for probably the last time; she held onto his arms and he sped off into the cemetery, searching for his sister.
She was nowhere to be found, so they stopped still in the centre of the cemetery, "it would appear my mother has taken Rebekah also."
"Davina will drop the cloak soon, we will find them," she saw the concern etched into his facial expressions, his worry for his family apparent; she took his hands in hers, locking her gaze onto his, "they will be fine, Elijah, all of this will be over soon."
His lips parted ever so slightly as he looked down at there hands, his eyes flickering onto hers, "how can you be sure?"
"You're one of the strongest people I know," she hesitantly raised her hand to cup his face softly, in attempt to reassure and comfort him, "you can save your family and you will kill Esther, I have faith."
There hearts where racing just a touch faster than usual, he hated to admit that she had this effect on him; she was with his brother, he had to honour her choice, even if it pained him. He slowly released there hands and took a step back, his eyes now scanning the area, "I don't think the spell is working."
"Give her a minute, she can do this," Elena had the upmost confidence in the young witch, her magic was impressive but her willpower was stronger, she wanted a normal life, just like the rest of them.
Suddenly, there was a hard blast of wind encircling the cemetery; Elena inched closer to Elijah, she gasped slightly as the coven began to appear in front of them, "is the spell working? Have they been there the whole time?"
"It would appear so," Elijah spoke quietly, his eyes fixated on the witches; they weren't attacking, just standing extremely still, he didn't like this at all, he used his speed to get them both away from there, "call my brothers cell."
Elena obliged and quickly took out her phone, she dialled his number and let it ring; he searched the entire area until he could hear it, they where tucked away at the back of the cemetery in a mausoleum. Elena peered her head around one of the windows, she saw Rebekah and Kol unconscious on the floor and Klaus was hanging from the ceiling, his arms encased by chains.
Esther was stood behind another altar, a large brass bowl in the centre with relics and items of powers surrounding it; she was chanting quietly, her attention unbroken by Davina's spell.
"Oh my god," she mumbled under her breath, in complete shock of what she was witnessing, "we have to help them."
"I don't think so," Elena gasped slightly as the voice of a female witch emerged from behind her, after that, she felt a large rock hit the back of her head and she fell to the floor, she was conscious but weak, she couldn't muster the energy to move.
Elijah tried to leap towards her in attempt to get her to safety but the witch twisted her wrist and his neck snapped, his body lifeless on the floor. Elena watched as he lay beside her, for all intensive purposes, he was dead, even if only temporarily.
She saw the witch pick up the rock from the floor and glanced it over, there was a patch of it that was covered in her blood, "got it."
"No," Elena tried to move but her vision became blurry and her head ached so much that she would go dizzy whenever she moved, "you can't do this."
"It's time the witches took over," she spoke confidently, before stepping over Elena and walking towards the entrance of the mausoleum, she closed the door behind her and she was gone.
"Davina," she muttered under her breath, as she scrounged for energy to get onto her knees, she coughed slightly, her head rattling at the pressure, "Marcel."
She went to Elijah's side, shaking his body and tapping his face, anything to wake him but to no success. "Elijah, please, wake up!"
"What happened?" Marcel and Davina appeared behind her, he was instantly at Elena's side, helping her to her feet.
"A witch jumped me," she pressed her hand to the back of her head, feeling around for the gash in her skull, she brought her hand to her line of sight and saw the blood, "there's something you don't know, I'm the doppelgänger, my ancestors blood was used in the original ritual to create the vampire race and it's my blood that will end it, we need to get in there."
Marcel went straight to the door, he was trying to pull it open with all his strength; he punched and ragged it but it wouldn't budge, he picked up a rock and tried to throw it at the window but it didn't even crack.
"Stand back, Marcel," Davina was stood a short distance away, she closed her eyes and raised both of her hands towards the door; she channelled the magic of all the dead ancestors in the cemetery and she felt the power coursing through her veins, the wind returned and the trees where thrashing, she didn't even need a spell, she had more magic than anyone in New Orleans and the door blew open with a bang.
Before Sophie had the chance to attack, Marcel used his speed to enter and broke her neck, no hesitation and no remorse. He tried to stop Esther but every time he tried to approach her, he couldn't touch her, she was using some kind of spell to repel him, Davina was trying to counter her spell but she was untouchable.
Elena ran to Klaus, she tried pulling the chains from his arms but they where embedded in his skin, his blood was trickling down his arm and across his body, he was completely unconscious.
"Elena," she heard Davina scream out her name, she ran straight to the young witch, Marcel at her side and they watched as more of the French quarter coven surrounded them, "I haven't got the power to defeat them all."
"I need to get you two out of here," Marcel was looking for any means of escape, he was growing more and more angrier by the moment, they where in a complete circle around them and it was long before they disabled him, they all raised there arms and starting to chanting, he fell to the floor screaming and clenching his head, the witches where bursting every vein in his skull and he was writhing in pain.
"We're gonna be okay, Davina," Elena reassured the young witch, she had the upmost faith in the people in her life; even when all seems lost, they seem to get through it, "you're stronger than you think and you have me, I'm the doppelgänger, I'm a naturally occurring supernatural being, you can channel me."
Elena held out her hand towards her, the one with the blood from her head wound on; Davina took a deep breath and took it in hers, her eyes closing and she began to chant quietly, she channelled the dead ancestors and Elena, she'd never felt so strong.
A large circle of fire emitted around them, giving them protection from the witches, there magic would not pass through it to them; Davina was attempting to counter the magic Esther was doing but she was struggling, as powerful as she was, the original witch had a thousand years of magic and experience behind her.
The chanting was becoming intense, Davina was talking louder, her hands extended towards Esther; the other witches surrounding them where trying to breakthrough Davina's protection spell and all was starting to seem lost. Klaus, Rebekah and Kol where still unconscious and Elijah and Marcel hadn't come through yet. Davina was starting to wince slightly at the amount of power she was consuming, it was starting to become to much for her
Suddenly, like a miracle, a group of men appeared in the cemetery, standing behind each of the witches encircled around the girls; they began to kill them one by one, some feeding and others just breaking there necks, Elena gasped loudly by the sudden violence but then she realised and a small smile curled up on her lips, "hybrids."
"Hybrids?" Davina repeated, slightly confused.
"They're Klaus' hybrids," she paused for a long moment, watching as they continued to clear out the witches, "part wolf and part vampire, they're all sire bonded to Klaus because he turned them, they must have sensed his pain when the cloak dropped."
In the middle of Davina's chanting, she waved her hand towards the circle of fire and it dissipated, allowing Elena to leave and run inside the mausoleum; with Davina's magic, the strength of the hybrids and Elena's blood, they where able to stop Esther from performing the ritual. She fell to her knees, completely drained. The wind stop blowing and the flames in the torches and candles had went out, it was over.
Elena went to Klaus' side once one of the hybrids had broke the chains, he was starting to come wake slightly, as where the other siblings.
Elijah suddenly appeared in the doorway, using his speed to grab his mother and take her outside; he dropped her in front of Davina, too weak to stand, "return her to her desiccated state, send her to the other side."
The other siblings slowly started to walk out of the mausoleum and stand beside each other, Klaus was extremely weak, he could just about walk with Elena as support; they where all drained, covered in blood and mentally defeated.
Davina looked towards Elena, she simply nodded her head, ensuring this was the right thing to do. The young witch delved deep into her power, there was frenzy of wind as she began to chant, her hand extended towards the original witch.
Esther didn't fight it, she knew she was defeated, the magic she had consumed had drained her completely; as Davina's chanting intensified, her body flung back on to the ground and her skin began to turn grey and her veins becoming more prominent. The desiccation started to take over, starting at her feet and moving upwards towards her neck, her eyes starting to close as the greyness took over her face and she was still.
"Is it over?" Klaus could barely speak, his face and entire upper body was covered in blood and large gashes.
"It's over, brother," Elijah spoke, standing beside his siblings, "most of the witches are dead and we can return our mother to her coffin, never to be revived again."
"It's actually over," Rebekah repeated, in complete disbelief that the heartache given to her by both of her parents was over for good.
Elena looked over to Klaus and helped him to rest on Elijah for a long moment whilst she approached Davina and Marcel, "we couldn't have done this without you, thank you for everything you've done tonight."
"It's over for me too," Davina grinned widely, "most of the coven died here, hopefully there won't be many witches out to kill me anymore, at least not anytime soon."
"If that ever happens, you're not alone, we'll face them together," Elena spoke before pulling the young witch into her for a hug, she released her after a few long moments and turned her attention to Marcel, "so, do you think you can let her out of that attic now so we can grab lunch?"
"Just us girls," Rebekah walked behind them, a small smirk on her lips.
Elena chuckled slightly, wrapping her arm around the blonde vampires shoulders, "sounds like a plan."
"This doesn't mean we're all good," Marcel spoke, pausing briefly, "you're still trying to take over my city."
"That's another battle for a different day, Marcel, enjoy the win, for now," Rebekah mused, "drinks later? We'll celebrate."
"I'm in," Kol jumped at the opportunity for a night of debauchery.
"We all need to go home and change first, meet in a couple of hours at Rousseau's?" Rebekah finalised. Marcel and Davina where the first to leave, followed by the original vampires and the doppelgänger.
-w-
When they arrived back at the plantation, Kol and Rebekah where quick to there rooms to shower and change, eager for the celebration party, Elijah had followed suit but was less than enthused at the plans for the nights festivities.
Elena and Klaus slowly made it to there room, he sat on the bed, weak and deflated; she ran him a bath in the en-suite and sat beside him, "how are you feeling?"
"I'm healing, slowly but surely," he managed a small smile, his arm wrapping around her waist.
"Here," she slipped out of her jacket and threw it on the floor beside her, she held out her arm towards him and pointed her wrist at his mouth, "you need to feed."
"No, I can't," he shook his head slightly, moving her arm away.
"You have too, just be gentle," she raised her free hand towards his head, her fingers running through his hair; there was blood and dirt matted into his thick blonde strands and she could feel a small wound on the back of his neck, probably where one of the chains had embedded into his skin.
His flickered from her eyes to her wrist, his hands gently wrapping around her arm and his fangs retracting, he bit into her skin, drawing blood from her as softly and as painfully as he could; he instantly began to feel rejuvenated, his strength returning to him with each drop that slid down his throat, he pulled his mouth away and returned his face to normal.
He bit into his own wrist, a few droplets of blood dripping from the wound and held it towards her, "you need to heal too, you have a split in your head that will require stitches."
She reluctantly agreed, most of the time she liked to avoid drinking vampire blood, mainly because of the chance she could die and be turned into one but her whole body ached and she felt as though she could pass out from the blood loss; she wrapped her lips around his wrist and drank a few sips of his blood, pulling her mouth away from him and wiping a single droplet from her lip.
"Come on," she took his hand and lead him into the bathroom, she switched off the tap when the water had filled the bathtub and began to undress herself, she started with her t-shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the ground, she pulled her jeans down and kicked them from her ankles. He watched her undress with a hunger in his eyes that only she could satisfy, "I'm a lucky man."
She smiled bashfully, her cheeks turning a brighter shade of red at his words; he took a step closer to her, his hands gently tracing over hips and landing on her waist, he pulled her into him, his fingers trailing further up her back until he cupped his hands around her face. He crashed his lips against hers, her lips parted slightly and she began massaging her tongue against his as she undone the button to his jeans, she tucked her fingers behind the hem of his jeans and boxers and dragged them both down slowly, revealing him completely.
They broke there kiss for mere seconds whilst they stepped into the bathtub, the hot water washing over them; they joined once more in an intimate and passion fuelled kiss, ready to spend the whole night completely together.