"All right, everyone," Malachai announced into his microphone as the last dance ended. "What about one more round of applause to thank the twenty two couples who participated in this marvelous dance competition, as well as the winners of each category, and our overall winners: Noah Morningstar and Celine Mikaelson, along with Natalie Mikaelson and Milo Morningstar who won the rock n roll portion, Nico Fale and Michelle Mikaelson, who won contemporary, and Laurelle Mikaelson and her partner Balthazar who won the Paso Doble contest." He cheered loudly and everyone in the room immediately followed suit, noise filling the entire club as everyone got to their feet to give the competitors a standing ovation. Meanwhile, Noah stepped away from Celine and went to join him on stage.
"Here you are, Noah!" Malachai explained with a smile. "It was an incredible night of dancing, wouldn't you say?"
"Well," Noah grabbed his own microphone, a twinkle in his eye. "Considering I was part of the winning dance of the evening, I'd say it was a memorable night for me in particular. Everyone was amazing. I want to thank my goddaughter, Celine, in particular, for making an old man like her godfather part of this wonderful experience." He hadn't planned to say that, and it was out of his mouth before knew it. He caught Celine's eye and gave her a shy smile. She smiled back and then lowered her eyes as redness filled her cheeks. "But even though winners have been announced, I have a feeling the night isn't quite over yet, is it, Malachai?"
"No, it's not," Malachai shook his head and raised a finger in the air. "We have one more amazing surprise to finish out this wonderful night of dancing."
The crowd went silent for a moment and then broke into whispers, guessing what would happen next.
"Do you want to go into detail?" Noah asked. "Or I could." He shrugged. "It doesn't make any difference to me."
"Gladly!" Malachai grinned. "To make this competition even more exciting, all the students came up with the idea to put the names of the women in tonight's audience in one hat and the names of the men in another."
"Very intriguing," Noah told him, eyebrow raised. "Why in the world would thy do that?"
"It is indeed and let me tell you," Malachai's cheeks were beginning to hurt from all the grinning he was doing but he couldn't stop now. "The point of all this is to pull one name from the women's hat and one name from the men's hat and have them dance a particular dance together."
Another burst of applause filled the room after that announcement, along with loud laughter and cheering.
"I need to go!" Angelica whispered urgently while scrambling to her feet. "I suddenly don't feel well. I think I'm going to be sick!"
"Oh, don't be silly!" her mother told her. "You don't look sick at all!" Actually, she did look a little pale, but Ellie was too excited by the possibility of her daughter dancing to pay too much attention to that. "Besides, it'll be so much fun! And you take all those dance classes to help people with their dancing at receptions. Why not show people what you can do?"
"That's exactly it!" Angelica whispered. "What if they pull my name out of that stupid hat? It would be just my luck!"
"Don't be so paranoid," Ellie told her. "There are a gazillion people whose names are in the hats. What are the odds that they'll pick you? Don't freak out for nothing!" She shrugged. "Stay. Have fun!"
"Oh? And what about you?" Angie asked, a smirk on her face. "And what if they pull yours and Daddy's names?"
Ellie sucked in a breath. "Then I'll use my best acting skills like I did when I wanted him to think he made me orgasm and that will be the last dance we ever do! Then I'll kick his ass!"
"Right," Angie nodded and gave herself a shake. "I don't know why I'm so nervous." She rolled her eyes at her own ridiculousness and took a seat with her clutch in her lap. "It's not gonna be me!"
"If you'll do the honors, Noah, and pull a name from the men's hat, we'll get this rolling!"
Noah jokingly spit on his hands and rubbed them together, earning laughs as he reached into the hat and pulled out a folded piece of paper, an evil idea forming in his brain. "And Malachai, what do you say to someone from a winning team, like my brother Milo, for example, picking the lady's name out of the hat?"
"Yes, Milo Morningstar, since you and Natalie Mikaelson won the rock 'n' roll portion of this competition, would you come and pick a lady's name out of the hat for us?"
"You hear them call your name?" Natalie whispered behind Milo's back before giving him a push toward the stage. "Get up there!"
Milo nodded and cleared his throat before making his way up to the stage and taking a spot next to his brother.
"You okay?" Noah asked. "Nervous?"
Milo scoffed. "Hardly. It's not like I'm the one who's dancing this time around! Why in the world would I have a reason to be nervous?" This brought applause from the audience.
"Good answer," Malachai grinned and slapped him on the back with a laugh. "Now, will you do us the honor of picking our second name?"
"Sure," Milo nodded and made a show of it just like his brother.
"Now that we have both our names, it's time for the reveal," Malachai told the crowd. "Noah, who have you chosen?"
"Well, it looks like I chose…drumroll please…Klaus Mikaelson!"
"Of course, it is," Lucifer growled because he'd wanted the opportunity for himself.
"This will be interesting," Selina grinned and gave Klaus a nudge. "From what I remember, you used to be quite the dancer!"
"Please make us proud," Elijah added with a chuckle.
"I'll do my best," Klaus told him, then looked at his rival. "Lucifer, I assume from that petty pout on your face that you wanted to be chosen to dance? With the lovely Eleanor, your soon-to-be-ex as your partner?"
"That's none of your business, Mikaelson!" Lucifer snapped. "Don't push your luck!"
"Okay, let's see who our lady will be," Milo said and unfolded the paper. He mouthed the name and then went pale before turning to Malachai and his brother. "There's a mistake!" He announced. "This paper is blank! Let me pick another one!"
"What the hell are you taking about?" Noah asked, wide-eyed. "There weren't any blank pieces of paper! I wrote all the names myself! What's wrong with you, Milo?"
"Something will be very wrong soon if you make me read the name on this paper," Milo insisted to his brother in a low whisper. "Have mercy on us all and let me pick another one!"
"Okay, what's going on?" Malachai asked, trying to maintain his light tone before turning to the audience. "I bet these two came up with a way to add a little more drama to the proceedings. Why don't you all clap your hands and give them some encouragement, and then just maybe we'll find out who our dancing queen will be." He paused. "Let's clap! Clap, clap, clap!"
"Would you just say the damn name?" Noah asked his brother impatiently. "It's not that hard!"
A very pale Milo grabbed his brother by the collar. "Listen to me," he hissed. "I can't say the name on this paper out loud! It's not…this will not be good! I do and we are all going to die!"
Malachai grinned and snatched the paper out of Milo's hands. "Enough with the drama, everyone. Time to find out: The lady who will be dancing a very sexy with Klaus Mikaelson is…Angelica Morningstar!"
Eleanor's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as Angelica froze beside her. "Oh, my Steve," she breathed and squeezed her daughter's hand. "You were right! And Milo looks like he's about to faint!"
Angelica, meanwhile, struggled to get to her feet, all the blood leaving her face as her heart pounded loudly in her chest while she lifted her eyes to meet Klaus' on the other side of the dance floor. That asshole was up on his feet already, not nervous or shaking at all. In fact, he looked ecstatic, a wide grin on his lips. He could have refused. He should have refused. But all he did was give her a wink and mouth the words, "it's showtime!"
Previously, during the competition...
"Okay," Noah announced as knocked and entered the room he'd set aside for Celine to use as a dressing room. "I finally found my hat. It was behind the bar, of all places. I wonder why I put it there?" He laughed and shook his head at his absent-mindedness." Closing the door behind him, he looked himself over. He was wearing a finely tailored pair of trousers and a white silk shirt and blazer. He looked fantastic and he knew it. Then a noise made him look up. He found himself face to face with a sobbing Celine.
"What's wrong?" He asked, putting a hand on her face for a few seconds before throwing his hat and blazer on the chair. "Why are you crying?"
"Oh, Noah!" She sniffled and began twisting a handkerchief in her hands.
"I know you're distressed, but in spite of that, I'd like you to call Godfather or Uncle Noah," he reminded her. "Remember, we talked about that." Nonetheless, he stepped a little closer to her.
Celine looked up and nodded. "Right," she told him as she wiped tears from her cheeks. "Sorry, Uncle Noah.
He nodded, feeling a little more at ease. "Now, let's get to the bottom of this: What's happened to make you cry like this?" His stomach was in knots. No matter how much emotional distance he wanted to keep between them, it was still a punch to his guts to see her cry.
"Oh, Noah!" She cried, forgetting her promise in the heat of the moment as she dramatically threw herself in his arms. She'd pulled herself very close, and it seemed like they were glued together. Her arms were around his neck, her head buried in the space between his neck and shoulder.
He rolled his eyes and held her close. Clearly she was in no mood to call him anything but his first name. "What is it?" He pressed. "Celine, you're really scaring me! I hate seeing you cry like this, especially when I have no idea why." He then put his hand on the base of her neck in an attempt to soothe her, something that he felt he could do safely without crossing more boundaries than he had already, for god's sake. There was no need to add more!
She sniffled. "I know you're gonna think I'm being ridiculous because we've worked so hard and we know what we're doing, but I'm so terrified I'm gonna mess up this tango badly." She gave him a look. "Maybe it would be best if we just dropped out."
"Oh, no, no!" Noah shook his head. "Sweetheart, you're incredibly talented! After all your hard work, it would be a shame to drop out of the competition now! And you know the choreography by heart! I bet you could do it in your sleep!"
"I'm not the talented one," she shook her head. "You are the talented and amazing dancer, so…" She then looked up and held his eyes with her amazingly beautiful gaze.
"So what?" Noah asked, pushing some loose strands of blonde hair that had escaped from her bun behind her ears. The dress she was wearing made her look like such a knockout that he couldn't look too close for too long, otherwise he'd be aroused and possibly do something he knew he'd regret. And that wasn't even considering the fact that her dress had no back on it and showed a good amount of her soft skin.
"So sexy…" She bit her lip in a seductive way, as if she knew what he was thinking and was trying to test him.
"Celine…Celine…" He closed his eyes and muttered between clenched teeth as he grabbed hold of both her shoulders to put distance between them and bring her back to her senses. "You can't just say things like that!"
"But Uncle Noah…" she whined, tossing her hair and eying him with a gaze of utter insolence.
He growled. Even though she was calling him 'Uncle' now, she was still really pushing it!
"I meant it as a compliment!" She protested. "I don't know why you're making such a fuss about me calling you sexy on the dance floor. That's the vibe we want, right?" She took his hands off her shoulders and began sliding hers down his muscular chest. It didn't take long for her to notice he was wincing in pain as she touched him, as light as her touch was.
"Noah, what is it?" She asked seriously. "Am I hurting you? What happened?" Her eyes were wide. "Should I tell Roxie to go get your grandfather? I think I saw him out there."
"Oh, no, no!" Noah shook his head. "There's no need for that. I carried a few boxes of alcohol downstairs and sometimes they can be a bit heavier than you think. I must have pulled a muscle or bruised a rib. It's not the first time. I promise I'll be fine to dance.."
"Are you sure? That must hurt an awful lot. Let me see." She began undoing the buttons on his shirt one by one.
Noah was frozen, breathless and hypnotized as he watched her delicate fingers deftly undo each button, not fumbling a bit. Neither of them blinked.
She finally pushed the sides of his shirt apart to reveal his bare chest and the ugly, painful red marks on it. She sucked in a breath at the sight of them. "Oh, my god, you poor guy! These look awful!" She let her fingers brush them gently.
"Oh, don't worry about it," Noah tried to reassure her. "Wounds stay a little bit because of my magical powers but you know that thanks to my other powers, they'll be gone in an hour or two and you'll never know they were there!"
"Even so, I don't like to see you hurt like this," she told him firmly. Then she kneeled before him, making his eyes go wide with shock.
"Celine, what are you doing?" he questioned, trying to stop a growl from escaping his lips as she gently touched his wound with her fingers. It failed, however, and if she didn't know how he felt about her. It was given away now!
"Please shush," she begged as she planted butterfly kisses on his wound and up his chest.
"Celine!" He warned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, making a weak attempt to push her away and stop whatever was about to happen, but grabbing her in a gentle embrace. "Please…please don't."
She stood up, her lips going up his thorax and neck, then kissing his five o'clock shadow.
Another growl escaped his throat, then he grabbed her face to kiss her hungrily. She was surprised for a second or two, then let out a moan as the last barrier between them was broken, his tongue sliding between her lips to savor how sweet she tasted. It was wonderful, he realized. Pure bliss.
"Celine…Celine," he murmured her name over and over again between hungry kissing as he slowly lowered his hands down her back, and then, caught up in the moment, slapped her ass. He needed this, he knew. As bad as it was, he needed to hurt her in a sweet, erotic way, something he hadn't let himself admit he needed before today!
"Yes," she panted. "Yes, more!" She was begging now. Before they could stop and pretend like nothing was going on between them, holding each other at arms' length, the door opened.
"Hello?" Selina called, pausing as she eyed their flushed faces. "Celine?"
"Oh, hi, Grandma Selina," Celine chuckled nervously and untangled herself from Noah. "How kind of you to come visit Uncle Noah and me before our dance number!" She began nervously rubbing her hands together. "Noah was just changing into his outfit for our dance and he…he needed some help…"
"Right," Selina nodded, doing her best not to burst out laughing cause the poor girl was clearly embarrassed enough as it was. "I see that." She raised an eyebrow as she stared at Noah. "That's me! Kind Grandma Selina!"
"Good…Good evening, Mrs. Warren-Mikaelson," Noah got out, feeling that formality was the best way to go at the moment as he buttoned his shirt back up.
They stood in awkward silence and then Celine finally cleared her throat. "Was there something you wanted, Grandma?"
"Well, I wanted to wish you good luck, of course," Selina told her. "And to tell you that you're due to be on the dance floor in about ten minutes. It was just announced, but I don't know if you heard…"
"Oh, thanks!" Celine told her. "I'll go see myself." Then she looked at her partner. "See you on the dance floor, Uncle Noah."
"You sure will," Noah nodded and grabbed his blazer to put it on.
Once Celine was gone, Selina stared at him, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest and her chin raised. "Care to explain the scene I just walked in on, Noah?"
"No," Noah sighed heavily. "But if you want to kill me, can it wait until after the competition? Because your granddaughter has worked very hard and I don't want her to miss out on her chance to perform and possibly win the whole competition." He then began to nervously jump from one foot to the other.
Selina shook her head and smiled. "Don't worry. I know you really like her, no matter how much you try to hide it, and that means I have no reason to kill you." She paused. "You do genuinely like her, don't you?"
"Well, she's my goddaughter," Noah swallowed hard. "So why wouldn't I like her?" He wasn't sure Selina would buy that.
"Oh, come on!" She scoffed. "I may not be as old as your father, but I was not born yesterday, Noah Morningstar! I know perfectly well what was about to happen when I showed up here."
"Yes, well, I'm sorry, but…when she is around me, I…I…" He trailed off and ran his fingers through his hair.
"You can't help yourself?" Selina asked knowingly.
"Yeah," Noah admitted reluctantly. "Something like that."
"I get it, but…I don't want my granddaughter to suffer," she warned him. "Roxie's told me about your call girls."
"She has?" Noah asked. "Why would she do that?"
Selina shrugged. "Just making conversation, I guess. But you can see why I'm concerned."
"I do," Noah nodded. "But you have to believe me that as difficult as navigating this situation may be, I would never intentionally do anything to hurt your granddaughter.
"Right, then there's nothing to worry about!" Selina grinned easily.
"In fact," he continued. "I'll probably put some distance between us after this is all over."
"Oh, don't do that!" Selina told him. "When two people want each other as much as you two seem to, it will only be more trouble to try and stay apart, Best to just give into your feelings and try to be together." She waved a dismissive hand. "It's less trouble that way." She paused. "The only obstacle I see could be my son when you tell him what's happening between you and his daughter."
"Adrian?" Noah's eyes widened. "You want me to go up to Adrian and tell him all this? Do you want me to die, cause he'll find some way to kill me for sure! Why open that can of worms when that kiss you saw is the only one we've ever shared?"
"Oh, I don't think he'd go so far as to kill you. Challenge you to a duel maybe, but nothing so permanent as murder!"
"A duel?" Noah went pale. "Do they even do those anymore?"
"Well, some people are nutty enough to," Selina shrugged. "That's always been the case. And it would probably be pretty savage, too. He's got Klaus' werewolf genes, as well as mine, so he'd probably want it to be at the full moon." She prattled on, her tone somber, her gaze serious.
"At least that'll give me time to say goodbye to my family," Noah chuckled nervously after shutting his mouth, which had dropped in shock.
"I'm teasing you," she said with a chuckle as she finally realized that maybe she was going too far. Adrian can't say much without sounding like a terrible hypocrite when you consider that Celine's mother is Adrian's own adoptive daughter." She shook her head and sighed. "Geez, we're full of twisted relationships, aren't we? This isn't even the weirdest!"
"Even so, don't say a word to Adrian yet, please!" Noah begged. "It was just a mistake this time and if it turns into something real, although there's a snowball's chance in hell of that, I want to be the one to tell Adrian myself. I think it'll be better that way."
"If you say so," Selina shrugged. "But there was no way to miss the lust in my granddaughter's eyes. Good luck with the dance and everything else, Noah," she told him, and then quickly left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Noah and Celine stood still in a breathless embrace, her right leg against his left hip, her hands gripping his forearms, nose to nose and buried in each other's gazes as the last notes of the song for their Argentine tango faded away. Then they stepped away from each other and turned to face the crowd, awaiting applause.
But everyone was more shocked than enraptured, and there was only scattered applause for the dance they'd worked so hard on.
"Hmmm…" Klaus leaned over to whisperer to Selina. "Pardon me, Selina love, but is our granddaughter Celine doing things with her godfather underneath the sheets?"
"Oh, shush," Selina scolded him, wide eyed and shaking her finger in his face.
"Why?" Klaus asked. "I'm just asking a simple and appropriate question! I don't know if we just watched the same thing, but you would have to be blind to not be a little suspicious!"
"I know you'll probably hate me for saying this," Elijah broke in. "And frankly, I'm shocked myself, but this time, I agree with my brother. Selina, if you know something, would you tell us what's going on with Noah and Celine?"
"Would you stupid men just lower your voices?" Selina begged. "It's not the time or place to talk about this!"
"If I lowered my voice any more, I wouldn't be saying a word," Klaus reminded her.
Selina nodded. "I think that would be preferable. Besides, although I witnessed a moment between them, Noah assured me that it was just a surprise thing that happened and nothing more than that. He specifically reassured me!"
Klaus chuckled. "Selina, you may be gullible, but I'm not! Did you really think you could fool us all this way?"
"Well, no, but in the interest of family harmony, will you keep your voice down so Adrian won't hear us? He's looking very pale and shocked at the moment, and I think he might be sick soon!"
"You know, you're right," Elijah agreed after getting a closer look at his nephew. "He doesn't look well at all. Very shocked."
"And do you have something to say, Lucifer? Some remark about your son and my granddaughter?" He glared at the devil in the seat next to him. "If not, get out of my face! You're very lucky that I like Noah."
"Well, considering all the drinks he gives you for free that allow you to be continuously inebriated and a disgrace to the supernatural world, it would be ungrateful for you not to like him," Lucifer taunted, shaking his head and adjusting the sleeves of his shirt. "Frankly, the thought of having more of your genetics taint my bloodline thanks to a union between my offspring and your descendants is both offensive and horrifying, but…considering that Celine is one of the better mannered ones, I can't say I'm angry."
"I can't believe you!" Klaus crossed his arms and glared. "Noah is her godfather!"
"Do we really need to discuss how fucked up your family tree is?" Lucifer asked. "And how many ex-wives, lovers, and children you have spread around the city?"
"I wouldn't discuss this if I were you, Lucifer," Elijah warned with a shake of his head. "You're not much better."
"Neither are you," Lucifer shot back.
"Oh, enough!" Selina cried, her voice full of frustration.
"Is it just me, or was that dance a bit close and sexy for your comfort too?" Adrian asked his wife Eloise, who then looked over his shoulder at Selina, eyes wide. "Noah went too far, didn't he?" Adrian's hands began to ball into fists.
"What? No, of course he didn't!" Selina laughed, elbowing both Klaus and Elijah. "You two tell your son and nephew that that's how the Argentine tango is supposed to be and there's no need to kill anyone."
"Your mother is right," Klaus told his son. "And besides, they were magnificent!"
"Best dance so far," Elijah agreed, hoping to calm his nephew.
"I agree," Lucifer added, in an earnest tone that surprised everyone. "Your daughter has a lot of skill, Adrian. And is a very well-put-together young lady."
"See?" Eloise grinned and put an arm around her irate husband. "It's fine and you're getting all worked up for nothing!"
But Adrian needed one more opinion. "So, since you're god," he told Steve, "What did you think of my daughter's dance? Should I worry?"
Steve almost choked when he heard the question. "Well," he told Adrian when he could breathe again. "Avery and I were talking, and we think it was the best number of the night, although everyone was fantastic in their own ways, of course." Beside him, Avery was nodding and wide-eyed.
Celine and Noah were a topic of conversation on the other side of the aisle as well. "Are your brother and Celine Mikaelson sleeping together?" Ellie asked Angelica, whose eyes widened as she choked on her spit.
"Um…" she finally caught her breath and avoided her mother's gaze, but a blush gave her away. "What makes you think that Mom?"
"Angelica Eve Morningstar, they are, aren't they?" Ellie pressed. She wasn't gonna let this go until she got an answer.
"Well," Angie replied as she regained her composure. "If you're using the dance as proof, I don't think it means anything. It could have just been good acting and a very technical and sensual tango. It means they captured the mood of the dance well. I mean, look at them," she pointed at her dumbfounded brother and his partner. "We should be applauding their artistry!"
"Is it just me, or was that a tad too daring?" Sean asked.
"Yes," Sarah added, looking at her daughter. "Is there something you forgot to mention, Eleanor Charlotte?"
"I'm trying to find out," Ellie said through her teeth. "But your granddaughter is being unusually stubborn and keeping her mouth shut!" She pointed the finger of blame at her daughter without hesitation.
"What, me?" Angelica asked. "All I know is that Noah loves his goddaughter very much," she said, very aware that it didn't help anything.
Back on the floor, tears began to fill Celine's eyes. "Noah…Noah, let's get out of here," she begged in a whisper. "They're not applauding. They probably think we're horrible and wanting to start trouble! They didn't like us!"
"Now let's wait just a minute more," Noah begged. "Sometimes people are just slow on the uptake." And he was soon proven right as everyone rose to their feet, cheering loudly and applauding wildly for the amazing performance. "See? They love us! They're going crazy!" He pulled her close and kissed her hair.
She smiled, tears in her eyes. "Oh, thank goodness! I'm so happy!" She put a hand over her mouth and turned to face Noah before jumping in his arms.
"You were amazing, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear before twirling her around, just as happy as she was. "Celine, I'm so proud of you."
Angelica rolled her eyes as her hands balled into fists, feeling angrier than she had in a long time. Klaus had many nice qualities and talents but the fact that he could never be counted on to take something like this seriously was a big problem for her.
"You can do this," her mother encouraged from the next seat and put a hand on her arm. "Just act natural and don't make a big fuss. If you don't make a big deal out of it, hopefully your father won't be able to turn this into a bigger production than he already has."
"And just how do I do that when I feel like I'm going to explode from tension and stress?" Angelica demanded in a whisper. Then she shrugged.
"It's not hard," Ellie told her as she took her daughter's right hand and squeezed it. "Just act like you don't care about the dance. Like you don't give a fuck."
"I don't know what the trouble is," Sean said, dumbfounded. "I'm sure you'll do just fine. Klaus Mikaelson is an alley cat who's been around for ages. I'm sure he knows how to dance and won't embarrass you."
Sarah grinned and her lip quivered as she struggled not to laugh. "Did you just call Klaus Mikaelson an alley cat out loud?" She asked her husband.
"I think so, but.." Sean blushed. "Please don't tell anyone."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Lucifer lost no time in threatening Klaus. "I'm warning you, Mikaelson," he growled as he unbuttoned his blazer. "You better not step one foot on this dance floor with my daughter if you want to keep living!"
"Well," Klaus tilted his head, unaffected by the threat. "I don't see myself making a spectacle of things with your daughter. It would be highly inappropriate for my own daughter, who's here tonight, for one thing."
"Would you stop, Lucifer?" Elijah scolded. "This is just meant to be the end of a fun evening for the kids. It's not like they'll let Klaus take ruin Angelica's virtue on the dance floor in front of everyone! It's basically a school dance, for god's sake!" He then looked apologetically at Steve. "No offense meant."
Selina then turned to face her husband, staring at him with big, wide blue eyes as her jaw dropped a little. It was something she should have done a better job of hiding, but there was no mistaking what her expression gave away.
"What?" Elijah asked with a shrug. "It's true, isn't it?" Then the color drained from his face as he truly realized what he was saying. "No!" His jaw dropped in shock, realizing the truth of the situation.
"Shush!" Selina demanded, putting a hand over Elijah's mouth. "Don't say anything else. Just try and breathe!"
"Ho…Yo…wan…me…to…breat…" Elijah mouthed underneath her hand.
"What did I say about talking?" Selina warned in a whisper.
"No offense taken, Elijah," Steve promised. "But I have to admit that I side with my son here." He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I don't want Angelica dancing. They need to choose another name."
"Oh, come on, Daddy," Avery protested while nervously rubbing her hands together. "It's just a dance, not an orgy!"
"Exactly!" Azrael nodded, backing up her sister. "Three to four minutes and then it'll be done! What could possibly happen in three to four minutes?"
"Don't ask that," Lucifer told her, eyes narrowed. "This is absolutely ridiculous and should never have been allowed to happen in the first place!"
Meanwhile, unaware of the tension, Malachai continued to drone on from the stage. "I have to say that out of all the pairs we could have had up here tonight, this is one of the last ones I would have guessed! Milo, would you bring your sister up on stage? Natalie, would you please grab your father and do the same?"
Panicked, Milo looked desperately at Noah. "Save me!" He whispered.
Noah shook his head and shrugged, although the panicked look on his brother's face made him feel for him just a little. Angelica had many good qualities but her reaction to stuff like being told what to do, especially by one of the younger siblings, was not a pleasant one. "There isn't much we can do now. Bring her here but don't try and force her. It won't end well for you."
"Thanks for the help," Milo muttered in his brother's direction from between clenched teeth. "Not!" Then he hopped off the stage and headed toward Natalie.
"What are we gonna do?" She asked him. He could tell she was nervous, which was something new.
"Apparently, all we can do is get them on stage," Milo shrugged. "And apparently not making a big deal about it will help."
"All right," Natalie nodded resolutely and strode over to her father, holding out her hand. "Daddy, will you come with me, please?"
"Of course, my beautiful daughter," Klaus nodded, reaching for her hand as Lucifer gripped his shoulder tightly.
"Remember what's gonna happen if you go through with this!" He warned.
"Oh, will you just stop with the vapors and breath already?" Klaus asked, unimpressed, before he pulled his arm away and followed his daughter.
"Sit down, Lucifer," Selina snapped and pulled at the back of the devil's jacket.
He growled but sat down reluctantly, pouting. "I swear, if he puts one hand on my baby girl where it doesn't belong, he's going to lose it!"
"Would you just give it a damn break?" Selina snapped. "Your daughter is a grown woman" Let her have a dance!"
In contrast to Natalie's easy task, Milo was sweating buckets as his sister glared at him. "Angie…would you…please…?" He rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants.
"No, I certainly will not, Milo!" Angelica shook her head, eyes wide as she watched Natalie and Klaus head up on stage.
"I know you're mad right now, but you still need to come with me," Milo told her and held out his hand. "I'm just the messenger. Please don't hurt me!"
"Go," Ellie told her and gave her daughter a push. "You'll be fine. And the sooner you do it, the sooner it will be over."
Since her mother had a point, Angie stopped resisting and followed her brother to the stage as everyone applauded.
"Well, well," Malachai gave a little smirk as the pair made their way onto the stage. "Here's the couple who will dance for us tonight. Have you met before?"
Klaus grinned. "Not in person, but I know her reputation, of course. I heard she's an excellent dancer and I consider myself very lucky!"
"How nice!" Malachai then turned and stuck the microphone under Angelica's nose. "What about you, Angelica? Do you know Mr. Mikaelson, here?"
She raised her chin and did everything she could not to catch her father's eye as she spoke. "I do, in a sense, know him. From his reputation as a womanizer and a player! But I wouldn't fall for that! Other than for this dance, I wouldn't go near him or his bed!"
"Well, maybe you'll change your mind as you dance…a tango!" Malachai announced grandly as Angie tried to ignore the wicked twinkle in Klaus' eye. "Yes, ladies and gents, these two will go change and them come back to entertain us all by doing a tango together!"
"God help us all," Noah whispered as he watched Milo and Natalie pull (or in Milo's case, drag) Klaus and Angie to their dressing rooms.
"Mr. Mikaelson?" Klaus heard a hesitant, soft call from the doorway of his dressing room and turned to see a very anxious Milo Morningstar eying him. "I…I just wondered if everything was okay with your costume. Roxie wants to know if anything needs to be fixed or whatever."
"Milo, dear boy!" Klaus smiled exuberantly then went back to looking at himself in the mirror. "Tell me, how do I look?"
The costume in question was a two piece black silk number, with the pants being very tight, and the shirt open to reveal his chest. He really looked like a true macho, seducer about to win over a woman…his woman!
Milo coughed and jumped awkwardly from foot to foot. "You…I suppose you look very handsome, Mr. Mikaelson!"
"Good answer, Milo!" Klaus grinned and gave him a playful wink. "You think your sister will like it just as much?"
"Hmmm…" Milo blushed and looked away, rubbing his hands together. That was an even more awkward question than his first had been! "I can't speak for her," he replied at last. "But I can assure you that my father will hate it!"
"You really are a funny boy, you know," Klaus chuckled. "How are your pants?"
"What?" Milo raised an eyebrow, not understanding the question and feeling very stupid as he looked down at his pants which, aside from a barely noticeable ketchup stain, looked fine.
"I'm speaking of the zipper situation," Klaus elaborated with a smirk.
"Oh, um, yes," Milo coughed and blushed. "Roxie fixed it. And she didn't laugh very much. That was nice of her."
"I bet she did," Klaus winked just because he knew it would make Milo uncomfortable. "So…don't you think it's time you tell me?"
"Tell you what, Mr. Mikaelson?" Milo asked, not knowing where the conversation was going and not liking it a bit. His eyes widened the more he thought about it.
"Your intentions toward Natalie, of course!" Klaus replied, eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his chest, chin in the air, and eyes narrowed.
Milo swallowed. And just for a second, even though he'd vowed to stay out of whatever was going on between Klaus, his father, and his sister, he wanted his dad to crush the hybrid like a bug. Or at least make Klaus feel like he was making him feel right now.
"My…my what toward Natalie?" He finally managed to get out as he pulled on his collar nervously and tried to catch a breath. "My intentions? What do you mean, exactly?"
"Why marriage, of course!" Klaus replied, seemingly seriously, but if Milo had been less nervous, he would have noticed the older man was trying hard not to laugh.
"Marriage!" Milo paled. "Oh, no, no! We're not doing anything like that! We're too young!"
"I hope so," Klaus nodded. "You can run along now. I'm sure someone is looking for you."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Mikaelson," Milo replied, slowing backing up from the room and running into the door on the way out.
Once he was gone, Klaus threw his head back and laughed. He knew it was rotten to tease the poor boy, but honestly, it was way too much fun not to.
"Ms. Morningstar?" Natalie asked, poking her head into the room where Angie was putting on her costume. "Everything okay with the costume? Do you need help?"
Angelica was standing in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection. The dress she wore was very beautiful, but also a bit on the sexy side to be wearing at a school function. It was made of black silk, was off the shoulder on one side, and had an inappropriately high slit up the left thigh. She had put a red rose in her hair to complete the look.
"Oh, hi," she turned at last to face Natalie. "Please call me Angelica and come in."
"Right," Natalie nodded, stepping inside as a slight blush colored her cheeks.
"I don't know about this dress," Angie bit her bottom lip and ran her hands over the fabric. "Do you think it's a bit too much, Natalie?"
"No, don't be silly," Natalie encouraged. "You look beautiful. I wish it was something I could wear, but it would just look too weird on me."
"I'm sure it wouldn't," Angie told her. "And…thanks for the encouragement, but the fact that my father could very well kill your father if one thing goes wrong on the dance floor is kind of dampening this whole experience." She turned to face Natalie. "You do realize that could happen, don't you?" She began wildly waving her arms. "My father will kill yours and it will be my fault you have no father! How can you not be worried?"
"Well, it's obvious they don't like each other much," Natalie agreed. "But my father is a superb warrior so your dad wouldn't kill him easily, no matter how much he wanted to!"
"Oh, great," Angie looked down at the floor and shook her head. "That really helps my nerves!"
"I'm doing my best, Mrs. Morningst-I mean, Angelica," Natalie gave her a smile. "Can I…can I get you some tea or something to help with your nerves?"
"No, thank you, I'm fine," Angie smiled back, perhaps realizing what a fuss she was making, and taking a deep breath. "Let's talk about something else. How are things going between you and my brother, Milo? Any new romantic developments?" She gave her a wink.
Natalie's eyes widened and she began passionately wishing for Angie to start panicking again. She shook her head, making her red curls bounce. "No, no! There is nothing even remotely romantic between me and your…between me and Milo."
"Really?" Angie raised an eyebrow. "Absolutely nothing?" She grinned and sat down on the edge of a nearby desk. "It didn't look like nothing to me when the two of you were out on the dance floor."
"It's complicated," Natalie replied and wiped some sweat off her brow. "I mean, he's good looking and popular and I'm…not."
"Yes, you are," Angie insisted. "You're very beautiful and as far as I know, my brother's not blind." Angie tried to give her an encouraging smile.
"I'm starting to believe I'm not ugly, but that's beside the point. Your brother can be so…so juvenile sometimes," Natalie told her. "Like a little boy. And I don't know how long I can put up with that."
Angie blew a raspberry and waved her hand dismissively. "That's nothing specific to Milo. It's just men in general. Hate to break it to you."
"What?" Natalie's jaw dropped. "You mean they never grow up?"
"Nope, I mean, not entirely." Angelica was trying really hard not to laugh at the poor girl. "I mean, I am literally stuck between my dad, who, at his worst can be a total Peter Pan who wants me to be his mother my whole life, and your father, who, though he has many good qualities, drives me mad when he acts like a child!"
Natalie bit her lip. "So…so it's hopeless then?" She was in shock. "When we're older, nothing will change?"
"Yeah, pretty much," Angie thought it would be best to be open with the girl. "Not that there's nothing to enjoy with them or that they can't be loved. In fact, those differences can do a person a lot of good sometimes, if you let them."
"Right," Natalie cleared her throat. "I'm glad we had this talk. I'll let you finish getting dressed. Do you need anything from me at all before I go?"
"No, thanks," Angelica smiled. "Thanks for keeping me company for a little while."
"Knock 'em dead on the dance floor," Natalie told her with a wink.
"You do the same with my brother," Angelica replied with a teasing wink.
"I will," Natalie promised as she grabbed the door handle to leave the room. "Don't worry!"
Angelica grabbed her clutch bag from the table and nervously began applying red lipstick to her lips. Her hands were shaking so much that she had to close her eyes and take a deep breath to feel calm again.
But it was just as she felt herself beginning to relax that Klaus Mikaelson appeared in her doorway, a grin slowly spreading over his lips as he looked her over in her sexy tango dress. She certainly was a vision with her lovely porcelain skin showing under the dress's slit, along with her shoulders and the deep neckline. He leaned against the door-frame, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Buenos noches, senora, usted es muy hermosa," he complimented her in Spanish, his voice an alluring purr that made her jump out of her skin before she spun around, her hand over her rapidly beating heart.
"Klaus," she whispered, feeling her body start to heat up as she began breathing heavily.
"Would you do me the honor of sharing this dance with me?" he asked, giving her a wink.
"You know I would," Angelica nodded. "At home, in private, to some really nice jazz music. But not here, and not dressed like this!" She hadn't intended to be so blunt, but she'd made the mistake of looking him over and his costume was sticking to him like a second skin. It was very sexy, and he looked good enough to eat! She shut her eyes and shook her head, trying her best to stop the fantasies. "No!" She cried at last. "I can't do this! I quit! I want to go sit with my mother!" She even stomped her foot in frustration like a toddler.
He smirked and then grimaced. "Well, Angel, I don't think we have a choice!"
"You're impossible, you know that?" She asked, opening her eyes and rolling them to the ceiling before striding over to reach him, and grabbing his wrist to pull him inside, slamming the door behind them. "Button up your shirt! Everyone can see your chest!
He chuckled. "Well, I would, but luckily for you, this is how it's supposed to look. I'm supposed to be the sexy Latin Lover."
"Great," she muttered between clenched teeth while trying not to look at him. "That's just what I need right now!"
"Listen, love," he told her in an attempt to get her to relax. "I know the fact that my shirt is open is arousing for you, but I don't think it's a good idea for us to make out in here while my daughter and your brother are about to come back here and bring us onto the dance floor." He was grinning, hands moving to his hips. He had to admit that he liked watching her bite her nails and pace the room. Or at least he liked why she was doing it. "Plus," he reminded her. "Don't forget that wee-wee wasn't invited tonight. But he wanted you to know that he feels very left out and that he hopes you'll make it up to him later…for a long time!"
Angelica scoffed and faced him. "Would you shut up about your penis and stop making jokes?" She asked, stomping her feet again. "Aren't you gonna scream or yell or lose it somehow?" She held her arms out, stopping in her tracks.
"Why would I?" He chuckled, very amused by how she worked herself up. "I've never had so much fun as I've had tonight, Angie…well, except for when you were drunk and high as a kite and tried to have your way with me in my sports car. That was fun too."
She ignored him, waving his stupid comments away. "Klaus, do you understand that you and I are supposed to dance a tango in front of my father not long from now?"
"Oh," Klaus scoffed and crossed his arms. "Him again? Is that all you're worried about?"
"Yes, him!" Angelica spat. "You can bet Father will be watching us like a hawk and if you do one thing wrong on the dance floor, he could easily kill you, right there on the dance floor, in front of everyone!" She scoffed and shook her head. "And I can't believe our bad luck that of all the people that were chosen, even though the whole place was packed, we were picked to do this dance."
"I can," Klaus told her. "It's called destiny. He tilted his head and his full lips curved into a grin. "And I just want to point out, before you accuse me, that I'm not the one who pulled the names out of the hat, Angie. None of this is my fault!"
"I know it's not you!" Angie cried out and buried her face in her hands.
"Hey, hey, hey…Angel," he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands apart so he could see her face. Then he put some of his fingers under her chin so he was looking into her eyes. "Come on, love. Stop freaking out. "I know how to dance, believe me. "I've done a lot of dancing during my several centuries on Earth and I'll be able to spin you around the floor. And I know you know how to dance too. So we'll just play it cool, and give your father something memorable to think about for the next month or so, okay?" his tone was gentle as he caressed her cheeks.
At last, she seemed to relax and give him a shy smile. "Okay," she nodded. "Thank you."
"You look beautiful, you know that?" He complimented and gently kissed her forehead as he lightly ran his palms over her bare arms. Even though it was the lightest touch, it still gave her goosebumps to feel it.
"Thanks, but you already told me I'm beautiful in Spanish," she reminded him. "You look good too…or did the way I act when I saw you make you realize that?"
"It did," Klaus grinned. "It means that my persona of Antonio, your tango lover, is working to perfection. He chuckled and she laughed too.
"And you…you look sexy. So sexy." He lowered his voice as he spoke, sounding much more sensual as he ran his hand up her exposed thigh.
"Don't!" She warned as redness filled her cheeks as she tried to move his hand.
"Oh, all right," he smirked. "I suppose it can wait til we get on the dance floor.
Her jaw dropped. "Klaus, I'm not joking!"
Before he could say something else to aggravate her, there was a knock on the door, and then it opened to reveal Milo and Natalie.
"It's time," Natalie told them with a shy smile. "Are you ready?"
"Yes" Klaus told her and then turned his head to give Angelica a wink. "As ready as we will ever be. Lead the way, sweetheart."
"Well, look who's returned!" Malachai announced, having to shout to be heard over the roar of the crowd. "Ms. Angelica Morningstar and Mr. Klaus Mikaelson, wearing their tango costumes and ready to dance!" He held out a hand to Angelica who took it graciously. "Come up on stage, you two!"
"This is preposterous!" Lucifer yelled. "This is abhorrent!" He pointed at the stage. "My daughter is barely dressed and she's just a baby!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Elijah put his head in his hands, then spoke in a whisper. "Of all the women on the planet that my brother Niklaus could have chosen to go out with, he had to choose the devil's daughter!"
"You have to calm down," Selina murmured. "It was just a coincidence that they were chosen to dance together. It wasn't planned!"
Elijah scoffed. "Dear, I know my brother better than you do. With Nicklaus, things are always planned, somehow!"
"You will stop this dance right now!" Lucifer shouted. "It will not continue!"
"Booooo!" The entire audience roared in response, some pelting him with drinks and snacks, which messed up his hair and stained his suit.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Ellie shouted because he was really annoying her. She rose to her feet and narrowed her eyes at him. "You sit your damn ass down on that chair, Lucifer, and shut the fuck up, Lucifer!"
Lucifer grimaced at her, but sat down and stayed silent, but resentful.
"Ellie Bean, are you okay?" her father asked as he gently grabbed Ellie's left arm. "Anything you want to talk about?"
"No, I'm fine," Ellie shook her head. "Sorry you had to hear that, but he just gets on my nerves so much these days!" She rolled her eyes and sat down again.
"Sweetie," Sarah started, speaking to her husband. "Lucifer wouldn't be in such a fury, unless…" Sarah trailed off and shrugged.
"No! Angie and Klaus, together?" Sean was in shock. His eyes were wide and his jaw was hanging open. Then he turned to Ellie for confirmation but she put her hands up and shook her head.
"It's not my place to say anything abut them or this dance," she said, avoiding her father's gaze. "But whatever you think you know, please keep it to yourself, please, Daddy."
"How do you like that?" Malachai chuckled as he eyed Klaus and Angie. "You two aren't even on stage yet, and you're triggering a strong reaction!"
"'Triggering a strong reaction' is my middle name," Klaus remarked with a smirk.
"Figures you would say that!" Angie replied, her hands crossed over her chest in an attempt to trick her father.
"Well, you've been chosen by fate and the entire class of contestants from the Council school to dance a tango for us today. Please head to the dance floor."
"May I?" Klaus offered her his right hand so she could have help getting off the stage. The heels she wore did not look easy to walk in.
"Thank you for the offer but I would prefer to fall right on my face in front of all these people rather than accept help from you, Mr. Mikaelson," she replied dryly, then stepped down from the stage, her head held high.
There was a moment of awkward silence, then Klaus grinned at the crowd and took the microphone. "Obviously she likes me very much already," he announced, breaking the uncomfortable mood and making everyone laugh.
"Oh, you're so funny, Klaus," Malachai told him as he watched the pair get settled for their tango. "The song the students chose for you guys to dance to is…da da dum! 'It Takes Three To Tango' by Pittbull!"
"What a song choice!" Klaus chuckled as he heard the title, deftly sliding his hand around Angelica's waist.
"Please, Klaus, behave! I'm begging you!" Angelica whispered from between clenched teeth.
"Don't I always?" He asked, giving her a wink.
As Milo watched them, he turned to his brother Noah. "So it's time for everyone to die now, isn't it?" He asked his brother, who was standing next to him with his arms crossed and shaking his head.
"I'm praying for our sister at the moment," Noah told him, biting his bottom lip.
"My father knows how to dance, believe me," Natalie replied. "Stop freaking out!"
"I'm not doubting he does," Milo told her. "What worries me now is my father's ability to kill."
"But they look so good together!" Celine observed.
"What's the big deal with Grandpa and Ms. Morningstar, anyway?" Laurelle asked.
"Oh, would you all shut the fuck up?" Michelle snapped. "So what if they're together? Who the hell cares?!"
"What?" Nico asked in surprise as he looked at Milo and Noah. "Klaus and your sister are together?"
"How could you know?" Milo and Noah asked Michelle, surprised.
"Because I have eyes! You don't think it's obvious when you look at them together?" She rolled her eyes and raised her fist in the air. "Let's just enjoy the dance. Go, go, Grandpa!"
As the first notes of the tango song filled the club, the crowd began to cheer and clap.
Klaus put his hand in the small of Angie's back to bring her closer to himself. His gaze was buried in her dark brown eyes as he lowered his hand down her left thigh and leg, so he could raise it up and she could tuck it into his hip.
"Klaus!" Angie gasped, putting her hands on his shoulders as her heartbeat quickened. "What are you doing? You're playing with fire, you know?"
"Playing with fire, Angel?" He laughed. "Isn't that what we've been doing since we first laid eyes on each other?" He pointed out with a smirk. "A tango is a dance that is very fitting for us?"
He grabbed her left hand, before pushing her at a distance and twirling her and pulling her back into his arms a mere second after, both her hands placed on his bulging chest while a large smirk spread over his full lips. "I believe it's time to make love on the dance floor, love."
"Stop it! Stop this dance this instant!" Lucifer was shouting. "That ass in polyester has touched my daughter's leg!" He sounded like a madman as he rose to his feet and refused to listen to anyone.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Selina sighed and grabbed Lucifer's left wrist and pulled him back into his seat. "Sit down and let everyone enjoy the dance or leave!"
Lucifer growled and pouted but stayed where he was.
"You think I can't handle you, Mikaelson?" Angelica asked, blissfully unaware of the fuss her father was making. Her chin rose, sliding her right leg up his left leg, halting it just an inch from his crotch before making a front-cross step and a back cross step between his legs and rubbing up against him, his eyebrows rising in a funny way.
"Oh, I know perfectly well that I can handle you, Morningstar!" Klaus responded, making her pivot, before he raised her in the air and lowering her back down, her head touching the floor as he lowered his head down her neckline for a few seconds, enjoying the shocked exclamations from the crowd.
"This is my worst nightmare!" Steve groaned, rubbing his eyes as if to scrub the sight of the dance from his gaze.
"Oh, come on, Daddy," Avery tried to comfort him. "It's not that bad!"
"Yeah," Azrael added. "They really seem to know what they're doing/
"And what's that? Having sex with each other on the dance floor?" Steve snapped. "That's what Klaus is doing to my granddaughter!"
"Well, at least now we know why so many women were willing to marry him," Gwen shrugged.
"Dear, please be quiet," Steve told her. "You're not helping!"
Angie pushed herself at arms' length, circling him like a wolf after its prey, playing with her arms in a sensual way. He then promptly grabbed her, pulling her into his arms and holding her close as she rubbed against him.
"Mmmm…" he growled burying his head in her left shoulder as his lips brushed against her skin. She closed her eyes and lowered her head onto his chest. "I think wee-wee just invited himself into this dance." He gave her a smirk.
Angelica chuckled and opened her eyes. "I knew he wouldn't be able to stay away," she whispered.
Klaus shook his head. "Apparently not," he replied before she pushed him away once more, her hands on his bulging chest.
He spun around and she came back, her arms going around his upper torso as he dragged her gently down the dance floor, leading to cheers and applause from the audience.
He pushed her away and spun. She set her left hand on the base of his neck and buried her right hand in his own, crossing the length of the dance floor in a few classic, simple steps before lowering both their bodies down, their gazes burning into each other. And then, she twirled one last time before he brought her back into his arms, holding her close, their lips barely touching as the last notes of the song faded away.
"You were on fire, Angel," he whispered as they caught their breaths.
She grinned. "You really weren't so bad yourself.
They stared at one another their panting filling the silence that had met the end of the dance. Then, everyone stood up and cheered and applauded wildly.
Klaus put a hand on the back of Angie's head to bring her lips to his. He then kissed her soundly, hungrily, an action that brought even more cheering from the crowd.
"Go, Grandpa!" Michelle shouted.
"Oh, god, we're all dead!" Milo shook his head, his whole body shaking.
"Did you…do you see this?" Lucifer asked the crowd, then turned back to Klaus. "That's it, Mikaelson! You're dead!"
"Calm down!" Selina demanded. "It's probably just part of the show." She wanted to make sure he wouldn't lose his temper and ruin everything.
Angelica had his hands on Klaus' bulging chest and pushed herself away from him, slapping his face hard with her right hand. "Don't you ever put your dirty hands or dirty mouth on me or near me again, Klaus Mikaelson!" Her voice was loud and clear as she raised her head and spun on her heel to walk off the dance floor.
Klaus worked his jaw and rubbed his cheek before shrugging and giving the crowd a wink. "Oh, well," he said. "You win some, you lose some!" He shouted to the still cheering crowd before giving them one last grin and heading to his dressing room.
Ellie ran from the club and into the parking lot, her clutch bag under her arm. Her high heels clacked loudly as they landed on the asphalt of the parking lot. Now that the contest was over, there was no reason for her to stay, even though Angelica's tango was still going on. She had seen her slap Klaus and that was enough. It was just for show, of course, and her daughter was a much better actress than she'd originally thought. Of course, she knew her daughter would do anything she had to do to hide the fact that she and Klaus were together from her father, especially after the super-hot tango he'd been forced to witness! The look on her soon-to-be-ex's face had been absolutely priceless!
But Ellie knew that that priceless look hid a lot of anger underneath it, and if she'd stayed til the end of the dance, he would have found a way to corner her and make her tell him the whole truth about Klaus and Angelica, since there was no way he'd get it from his daughter. Angelica knew that if there was something he didn't know and she didn't want to tell him, her mother would be his next try. It was very considerate of her to have slapped Klaus hard enough to make everyone (including her father) think she didn't like him at all. Then she winced. She hoped he hadn't been hurt too badly.
She passed a row of parked cars just in time for Julian Johnson to step out of the limousine, leaning against it, his arms crossed over his before uncrossing them for a moment so he could take out a cigarette and smoke it. But when he noticed her, he nearly choked. "Eleanor?" He asked, dumbfounded. "I can't believe you're here!"
She stopped walking and turned at the sound of his voice, her jaw dropping in surprise at the sight of the chauffeur. Then she swore under her breath. How could she have forgotten that she'd seen him earlier and zapped him back to his limousine so there wouldn't be any trouble?
"What brings you here this evening?" He asked after taking a puff of the cigarette and then throwing it down on the ground.
"You…you smoke?" She asked in disbelief.
She wasn't sure what was throwing her off more: the fact that he smoked or the fact that he was just standing out in the open in the parking lot where anyone could see him.
"Does that bother you?" He asked playfully. "Does the fact that I smoke tarnish the good boy image you have of me?" He gave her a wink.
"N…no," Ellie shook her head, a little unsteady. "Don't let it go to your head, but I think it's actually made you sexier!"
He threw his head back and laughed, putting his hand on his chest. "Well, thank god for small mercies!" He raised his head to the sky, then lowered it to look at her, brushing a few strands of hair from her face and tucking them behind her ear. "Do you realize how beautiful you look today?" He complimented.
She swallowed and gave him a shy smile. "Thanks, but it's really nothing fancy. Just a bunch of old clothes I threw on.
Then he gently slapped his forehead. "I must be losing my mind," he told her. "I shouldn't be surprised you're here!" He tilted his head toward the club. "I can only assume that a lot of your family came to cheer on the kids in the dance competition.
If only he knew, she thought to herself.
"Um…" Ellie nervously bit her bottom lip and rubbed her hands together. "Of course. And you're here because you drove Mikael!" She thought it was safer to play dumb.
"Yep," he nodded. "I'm just waiting for them to finish up so I can drive them home. And I usually don't smoke; just sometimes, when I'm bored. Then they both lapsed into silence before he broke it with some nervous laughter. "So…why are you out here? Is the competition over?" His hands went to either side of his muscular body.
Damn, she thought, not for the first time as she looked him over. He looked good enough to eat in his uniform. She let her tongue slide over her bottom lip as her eyes swept his body. Then she came back to her senses and shrugged. "It's just about over. I came out for some air." She was trying not to think of what embarrassment might ensue if someone she knew came out and saw her talking to Julian. "I'm sure they'll be done soon. Maybe we should just," she trailed off, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the direction of a nearby alley. "Maybe we should find a private spot to exchange a few words before everyone comes." She stopped and spun slowly to face him.
"Well, well, Ms. Eleanor Mikaelson," he smirked and put his hands around her waist so he could push her against a nearby wall. "Do you have a thing for having sex in alleys?"
"What? No!" Ellie shook her head. "And even if I did, this would only be the first time," she reminded him. "We were interrupted before. Don't think I forgot that. I liked everything prior to the interruption though."
"You're blushing," he pointed out as he caressed her cheeks. Then he whispered in her ear. "I like what we did on our date too, beautiful."
"You know, you surprise me a lot, Julian Johnson," she admitted, moving until her face was an inch or so away from his.
"Why?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did you think I was a choir boy who just lived in church and had no sexual needs whatsoever?"
"I don't know what I thought," she admitted. "But I knew that…" she trailed off, biting her lip again.
"You keep biting your lip like that and I will not be responsible for my actions," he warned her. "And what is it that you know?"
"I know that I want more!" she answered hungrily, biting into his bottom lip and letting the blood run down his chin before licking it up gently.
"You're a very mean woman!" Julian grinned and slapped her bottom playfully before stepping back and grinning. Even blushing a little. "Playing with me like this when I'm supposed to be working!" He put his tie back on.
Ellie chuckled, letting her laughter ring out until she heard the sound of voices nearby, cutting the laughter off abruptly.
"Are you all right?" Julian asked worriedly. "Is something wrong?" He reached out and slowly stroked her arm with his fingers.
"Oh, no," Ellie shook her head. "I'm fine. "I just realized that I should probably get back to my car."
"Right, and I need to get back to the limo." He turned on his heel, looked over his shoulder, and blew her a kiss. "Don't forget our date, Ms. Mikaelson!"
"How could I forget?" Ellie winked. "What sort of woman do you think I am, Mr. Johnson, that I would forget our third date? Can you tell me what we're doing so I know what to wear?"
"Wear something warm," he told her with a wink. "And as for what we're doing, that's for me to know, and you to…." He gave her a wink, then turned on his heel and went back to the limo.
"What does that mean?" Ellie asked. "What are you saying?" But the door to the limo was closed and she knew she didn't have a lot of time. So she gave up and got in her own car, wondering just what the heck he was getting at.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
After one final thrust, Klaus Mikaelson, Hybrid King, rolled over to his side of the bed as he and Queen Angelica tried to catch their breaths, their bodies drenched in sweat.
"Well, that…that was…I…" Angelica tried to say but couldn't find the words and pulled the sheet up over herself instead.
"It was, wasn't it?" Klaus grinned, turning his muscular body to face her and resting his head on his forearm, a huge grin on his full lips.
She narrowed her eyes at her lover before growling and punching his bare chest. "You really are an ass, Mikaelson!"
"What?" Klaus asked faking innocence and grabbing her wrist as she prepared to sock him again. "What is it, Angel? I thought you liked it rough under the sheets!"
"I'm not talking about…about…that!" She waved her hand dismissively, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
"It's adorable when you blush like that," he purred, sliding his fingers up her arm. "And you really were a very naughty girl. I like it when you're a naughty girl and that's why your father doesn't like me, isn't it?"
Angie scoffed and pushed his hand away. "You're impossible! I wasn't talking about that, and you know it! You almost gave me a heart attack tonight when you decided to sit by my father!"
"Oh, is that all?" Klaus asked. "Him? Your father is all your worried about? Just a fun bit of entertainment if you ask me! Nothing to make yourself ill over!"
"Klaus, for Grandpa's sake!" She tried to make him understand. "Daddy could have killed you!"
Klaus scoffed. "It's doubtful, love. He wouldn't risk getting blood on those perfectly tailored Prada suits of his."
"Oh," Angie put a hand to her forehead. "You're still impossible, you know that?"
Klaus chuckled. "Impossibly good in bed, you mean? Why yes, I rather think I am if all that shouting you did is any indication of my prowess." He grinned and took her face in his hands. "Thank you for being so complimentary, love." He then waggled his eyebrows playfully.
"But seriously, do you even realize how stressful it was when they announced our names?" She asked. Her breath was beginning to pick up. Even though it was all over, the thought of it was still bringing her to the edge of a breakdown.
"Oh, yes," Klaus nodded. "Although, I would think of it more as exhilarating. It was fun thinking about how I would go about crafting our very sexual tango!"
"I believe you mean sensual tango!"
"No, I don't," Klaus grinned and sneakrf his hand up her inner thigh. "It was truly a sexual one."
She whimpered and he pulled her into the comfort of his arms.
She started to snuggle against him, but then remembered she was still angry. "Oh, I hate you," she spat.
"I like you too," he replied with a cheeky grin before leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. "You have to admit that as awkward as it was, you and I totally stole the show on that dance floor." He nibbled her earlobe. "You're such a wonderful dancer."
"Well, thank you," she grinned, then bit her lip on a smile as she began running her fingers through his curls. "We were hot. I suppose I can't lie about that." She smiled and laughed.
"Yes," he nodded, his lips against her ear. "It was like making love to you on the dance floor." He nipped her neck and then looked into her big brown eyes.
"Don't you dare say things like that," she scolded, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
"Why?" He asked with a smirk. "And before you say it, spanking is not a deterrent."
"Because it does things to my body when you talk like that," she pouted. "And I don't want to feel those things cause I'm mad at you!" She paused. "You better find a heck of a way to get back into my good graces, Klaus Mikaelson!"
"Oh, believe me, Angel," he told her and began playing with her curly hair. "Soon, I'll be back in your good graces, I have no doubt." He gave her a wink, and then paused, taking her hand and kissing her fingers and palm. "You've changed my life a lot, Angelica Morningstar. I don't quite know yet if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I like it! Damn it, I like it a lot!"
"Me too," Angelica smiled at him and then gently kissed his lips.