Angelica opened her eyes, blinking and feeling the soft pillow under her cheek before reaching her hand over to feel an empty space on the mattress beside her.

Running her tongue over her lips, she sat up and covered her bare chest with the sheet and peered out the open French doors to the terrace, the bright full moon very visible and beautifully illuminating the sky.

"Klaus?" She called, her breathing becoming heavy. She got no answer in reply, just the sound of the waves hitting the beach, which sounded, to her ears, much harsher than usual, along with the whistle of the wind.

She and Klaus had spent the day on the sand, laughing, running around like children and eating coconut, pineapple, and other fresh fruit to fortify themselves before a long naked swim in the ocean. Then, after they'd finished her castle and taken a picture to remember it by, they'd planned to come back for a short nap before dinner, but…it was dark now. Apparently they'd been more tired than they'd realized.

She swallowed and started whispering to herself to calm her nerves. She had to go out there. She had to show him that she could handle every part of him. After all, if she could face down her father at his worst, how much harder could a werewolf be? "You can do this," she told herself. "He'll be transformed, but he'll recognize you. You won't be hurt. Everything will be fine."

She hopped out of bed and grabbed a sarong from a nearby chair, then put it on, striding toward the French doors and nervously rubbing her hands before she left the house, her bare feet getting covered in sand that she wiped off as she made her way slowly toward the sea.

She could hear her heart pounding as she reached the shore. She put her hand on it as she looked up at the bright full moon again. She stood there staring at it for a few minutes as a gentle breeze made some of her loose hair tickle her cheeks.

Finally, she heard it: a low growl. Turning around, her eyes widened in shock and surprise. It couldn't be mistaken for anything else than what it was: a werewolf growl, deep, guttural, fear in itself.

Taking a deep breath, Angelica turned and faced the creature, feeling sure she knew what she would see, but she was wrong. A squeak of fear escaped her lips as she set eyes on the large, majestic black wolf standing before her. It was about two thirds of her own height, and its eyes were yellow.

They stared at each other for a few seconds before the wolf let out a howl that filled the night and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Finally, when it was quiet again, Angelica got the courage to speak, raising a shaking hand at the beast as she took some steps back, making more distance between them. "Klaus, please. I know…I know you wouldn't hurt me, but…please stop scaring me like this!"

But the wolf seemed to ignore her as it bared its sharp white teeth, a clear sign it was about to attack

"No!" She cried, shaking her head and placing her hands in front of her body, ready to defend herself, even though her whole body was shaking with fright and she figured she would collapse at any minute. Then she turned on her heel and began running for the French doors as fast as she could.

She ran and ran without looking back, but she didn't have to in order to know the creature was still pursuing her. She could feel his warm breath on her legs with every step. And then, she fell. Not three feet from the house, her legs finally gave out near the beach towel that still lay on the sand. She crawled onto it and sat, knees raised to her chest.

Not taking its eyes off her, the wolf circled the castle a few times before approaching her as she tried not to scream. "Please," she begged as tears began to fill her eyes. "Klaus, please, don't!" She then shut her eyes tight and reminded herself that even as a wolf, Klaus wouldn't hurt her.

The large, dark animal lowered his head to give the beach towel a sniff and then, to her surprise, it grabbed a piece of her sarong in his teeth before giving it a strong tug, presumably in an attempt to get it off her. That cleared her head and told her definitively that she was dealing with Klaus himself and not just an animal. They engaged in a tug of war for a few seconds before Angie shook her head. "No!" She scolded and tapped him gently but forcefully on the snout. "Bad werewolf! Stop it!"

But he ignored her, just as he would in his human form, keeping the fabric firmly in his teeth as he gave one last strong tug and left the sarong in a pile on the sand, with a naked Angie on the beach towel.

Feeling very vulnerable, she dug her heels into the corner of the beach towel and scooted back so she was in the farthest corner before the wolf approached her and forced her to lay back on it.

"Oh, dear Grandpa," she murmured. "This is just so wrong!" She began to plead for mercy as the wolf lowered himself onto her, his fur feeling soft on her skin. She kept her eyes closed tight, taking deep breaths for courage and trying her hardest not to have any sexual thoughts while a wolf was on top of her. She was so focused on that that she didn't notice two strong, human hands picking her up and wrapping her legs around a very human man's hips, his member perfectly positioned to enter her. This last bit she realized suddenly, and with a little bit of shame. But just a little bit.

"Open your beautiful eyes, Angel," came the lovely voice that was music to her ears after all that dreadful howling. Then she felt him softly kiss her shoulder. "You're safe now, I promise."

She opened her eyes and gasped, and once he was sure she had her wits about her again and was ready for him, he started to thrust inside her, first slowly, then faster and harder. "Oh, Klaus!" She yelled, a cry of pleasure escaping her as she tightened her legs around his waist. "Harder, faster, more…yes!" She threw her head back and shouted into the night, arching her back as the thrusts continued to intensify her pleasure until she thought she would explode.

"What did I do to deserve this?" She breathed. "Tell me."

"It's because…you're everything, love," he told her and then gasped himself, bringing his hand to meet hers, their fingers intertwining. "You've seen every part of me, you've accepted it, and now…I'm claiming you."

She nodded. "Yes," she nodded. "Yes, I want it. I want you to claim me! Will you be mine too?"

"Oh, love, you have no idea how much I've wanted you to ask me that," he told her. Then they both reached their climaxes, their strong cries clear in the night.

At last, he pulled out of her, rolling off her and onto the beach towel. Then he took a deep breath and gave her a smile. "And how was that Angel?"

Angelica stuck her tongue out at him. "You're lucky you're good at giving me amazing orgasms cause you scared me half to death, you know!" She punched him in the arm. "What were you thinking? What if you'd accidentally hurt me?"

"I knew I wouldn't," he assured her. "I trust you. And I needed…I needed to be sure that you could accept me as I was…and would take me any way you could."

"Well, you're wrong about that!" She blushed. "It's unseemly and I would never…"

"Just stop," Klaus cut her off, his lips right next to her ear. "Just because I was a wolf, don't think I don't recognize a horny look when I see one." She gasped and he grinned as she turned to face him and give him a light slap on the cheek. "What was that for?" he asked. "You're the liar, not me!"

She ignored him and got to her feet. "Now look what you did! You made me get sand all over myself!" She began brushing off what she could see. "I hope you're proud of what you've done!"

He got to his feet and picked her up, holding her bridal style.

"And what do you think you're doing?" She continued to protest loudly. "I swear, Klaus, Mikaelson! Don't think that just because I might have found you sexy as a werewolf for a span of maybe like, two seconds that you can just do anything you want with me." It was a lie, of course, but that didn't mean she had to make things easy for him.

"Well, I heard," he said as he held her close, "that the best way to get rid of sand is to take a dip in the ocean."

She smiled and put her arms around his neck and smiled.

Then he cleared his throat. "Thank you, Angel," he told her sincerely.

"You're welcome, my beast," she told him without hesitation, kissing him lightly as he carried her off to the water and letting out a shriek as he threw her in the surf.

Julian brought his Mustang to a stop in the driveway of his grandmother's house, then pulled the key from the ignition and put it in his pocket. Then he glanced at Ellie, who was bent forward with her stomach on her knees and her forehead on the dashboard. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked her with a chuckle and a shake of his head. She really was something.

She turned to face him, keeping her body out of view of the windshield and windows. "I told you," she reminded him. "When we're here, we could run into some members of my extended family, and I really don't want that right now." Or really, she didn't want them to see her with Julian. Not yet anyway.

He cleared his throat. "If you're talking about Klaus, he's not home." He gestured at Klaus' house. "He and his girlfriend went on a vacation and haven't come back yet, so the house is empty. My grandmother assured me of it."

"Really?" Ellie asked, her voice full of relief as she lifted her head up peek at the house. That explained why she hadn't heard a peep from Angelica or had any replies to her text messages in what seemed like ages. "Well, that's good to know." She cleared her throat and sat up straight, smoothing the wrinkles in her flower dress.

"I sense there's a story there, but I won't press you for it," Julian told her, putting a hand on her back. "I do hope, however, that someday, you'll be able to feel like you can confide in me." He gave her a shy smile. "But it doesn't have to be now, don't worry. I realize that we don't know each other very well yet, and I haven't earned that level of trust."

"What?" Ellie asked, looking into his dark eyes and feeling very surprised. "No, it's not that. I trust you. It's just that…it's very complicated in my family. I'm sure you'll be able to find out somehow cause it'll spill onto us out of nowhere, whether we want it to or not." She grabbed his right hand in both of hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Oh, sweetheart, your hands are freezing!" He observed, picking up the left one and giving it a kiss.

"It's nothing," she tried to reassure him. "It's just a little bit of nerves. I mean, think about it! I'm meeting your grandmother today!"

"Oh, don't be nervous," Julian told her. "She's not some stuffy old lady who wears pearls. She's adorable, and a little bit of a pain in the ass. In fact, she'd probably be sort of embarrassed that you're making such a fuss over her."

"Well, okay," Ellie nodded. "I won't fuss to her face or curtsy or anything like that." She paused. "Can you tell me more about her first? Is she your mom's mom or your dad's mom?"

"Dad's," Julian said. "But she and my mom were really close. Grandma even named one of her cats after her. Diana. The cat before the one she has now."

"Your mom's name is Diana?" Ellie grinned. "That's pretty!"

"Yeah," Julian nodded. "I loved my mom, and I told myself that if I had a daughter, I would name her after her, so…it's good you like that name."

"Was?" Ellie's heart sank. "Did she pass away? I'm sorry, Julian."

"It's okay," Julian nodded. "She had a heart attack. But it's good for me to talk about it."

They sat in silence for a few seconds and then Julian jumped as Ellie suddenly punched him in the arm.

"Ow!" He cried. "What the hell did you do that for?"

"That's for calling your grandmother a pain in the ass," Ellie told him playfully. "You shouldn't talk about her that way."

"Oh, believe me," Julian responded. "When you meet her, I promise you'll agree with me." Then he learned in closer, his lips brushing her cheek as he whispered in her ear. "Have I told you how much I love you in that dress? It makes you look like more of a Miss than a Ma'am."

"Well, it's good you like it," Ellie told him, tingles shooting through her body as she blushed. "I wanted…I wanted to make a good impression on your grandmother."

"You did it," he assured her as he nibbled on her earlobe. "A mix of innocence and…"

"And what?" She asked as she turned her head, brushing his lips as their eyes met and she cupped his stubble-covered face.

"And something I would like to taste," he replied, slowly licking his lips as he slid his left hand up her leg, pushing up the skirt of her dress. Then he gently but firmly began to rub her. She barely had time to get so much as a moan out before they were interrupted.

"Hello, you two!" They both started and Ellie let out a scream as Julian quickly pulled his hand away.

"Hi, Grandma," Julian greeted her without missing a beat. "Sorry to keep you waiting." He gave a furiously blushing Ellie a wink. "Just hang on. We'll be out in a second."

Ellie took several deep breaths, relaxed, and gave him a smile before grabbing the box of chocolate she'd bought as a gift for the older lady and following Julian out of the car.

"How are you?" Julian asked his grandmother after kissing her on both cheeks.

"I'm good, thank you, dear," she told him before kissing him back and giving him a smile.

"Hello, Mrs. Johnson," Ellie greeted the older woman, holding out her hand for her to take. "I hope you're feeling well."

"Very well, thank you, my dear," Mrs. Johnson nodded and took it, squeezing it gently in her warm grip. "Thank you for asking. And I bet you're very well if you've been spending time with my grandson, Eleanor." She paused. "That's your name, isn't it?"

"Yes, Eleanor," Ellie nodded and held out a box of chocolate. "I would have brought you flowers, but since you're traveling, I thought this assortment of chocolates would be nicer."

"Well, aren't you a thoughtful, pretty thing!" Mrs. Johnson exclaimed. Then she looked at her grandson. "That young woman is a keeper, Julian. Not only is she gorgeous, but she bought me wonderful chocolates! Have you slept with her yet? Or...I have my old engagement ring from your grandfather if you'd like to propose marriage."

Ellie choked on her spit at that comment, her face turning bright red.

"You see?" Julian took her hand. "I warned you about the fact that my grandmother has no filter whatsoever." He gave Ellie a hug and a gentle smile. Then he looked at his grandmother. "Since she's only just meeting you, there are certain things you shouldn't bring up!"

Mrs. Johnson shrugged and looked between the two of them, unashamed. "Why wait?"

"We barely know each other!" Julian pointed out.

"Well, if you know her well enough to bring her to bed, you should," Mrs. Johnson continued. "With all those girlfriends of yours, I figure you have to be good in bed, so if you sleep with her, she'll fall in love with you faster."

Ellie continued to blush.

"I'm truly sorry," Julian apologized. "I promise, she's usually not this bad."

"Well, it's true," Mrs. Johnson rambled on as if she hadn't heard. "I mean, take my neighbor, Klaus, and his girlfriend, Angelica. They have such a strong sexual relationship, and they don't hide it. It's really making things strong between them, I think."

Ellie closed her eyes tight. That was much more than she needed to know. And though she didn't care what Angelica did or who she did it with (unlike Angelica's father, who was incapable of minding his own business, even a little bit,) talking about it with Julian's grandmother when they'd only just met was a bit much.

"Okay, that's enough talking about everyone's sex life," Julian announced. He took his grandmother by the shoulders and set her in the direction of her house. "You have a plane to catch. Is your luggage inside?"

"Yes, just inside the door," she nodded. "You only have to grab it."

Julian nodded and headed in while Mrs. Johnson took Ellie's hand. "I'm going to visit a cousin of mine who fell ill recently."

"Yes, I'm sorry," Ellie nodded. "Your grandson told me on the way over. I hope your cousin recovers."

"I'm so grateful for the two of you taking me to the airport, but…this isn't interrupting any romantic plans you two had, is it?" the older woman asked sincerely. "Cause I would never want to interrupt you and my grandson." She paused. "I mean…again. I don't want to interrupt you and my grandson again."

Elle shook her head. "Oh, no, don't worry! After we drop you off, we're gonna take a walk around Dove lake. Maybe get food after."

"What a marvelous idea," Mrs. Johnson replied. "It's a lovely day out." She then grabbed her hand bag as Julian exited the house, hands full of luggage.

"So, all this and the carry on is what's going?" he asked.

"Yes, and don't forget to stop by and feed Stella," she reminded him.

"Who's Stella?" Ellie asked. "Is she your cat?"

"Yes," Mrs. Johnson nodded. "My grandson refers to her as my alter-ego."

"Literally, she is," Julian whispered as he helped his grandma into the car. "Just wait until you meet her."

"I have to say," Angelica announced with a smile from her spot next to Klaus on the bed. "This trip made me realize that I'm not really a fan of clothes."

Klaus chuckled. They were both clad in the clothes they'd arrived in and were waiting for Eric to come pick them up in the plane. He'd told Klaus he was on his way, and they'd decided to wait inside since it would be too hot to wait outside when they were fully dressed.

"I'm sorry we have to go now," Klaus told her. "But are you happy? Did you enjoy your week-long island getaway?"

"Oh, Klaus, it was perfect," Angelica nodded, her voice full of emotion as she gently traced his jawline with her fingers. "Thank you so much for bringing me here. It was wonderful, magical, and freeing, and I will never forget it!" She scooted close to him and kissed him gently.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed yourself, Angel," he responded, kissing her back. "And…what did you think of the company?"

"Well, he wasn't that bad. Really good in bed, actually," she giggled. "You know, now that you're all tan and have stubble, I think you're even sexier!"

"Right back at you," Klaus returned. "You couldn't be more radiant or beautiful. The island loves you!" He gave her a smile and pushed a few loose strands behind her ears. "Have you packed everything?"

Angelica made a face. "What everything? I have no suitcases, just the clothes on my back, remember?"

He chuckled. "I meant your little dragon friend. You didn't forget him, did you?"

"Oh, right," she blushed. "Yes, he's tucked safely into my cross-body bag, just like he was on the way over here."

"Good," Klaus nodded. "I wouldn't want you to forget something that means so much to you because your father gave it to you when you were a little girl." He narrowed his eyes.

"How…how did you know?" She asked, jaw dropping a little.

He shrugged. "I know you, Angel. It wasn't too much of a leap to figure it out, especially with him being such a pain in the ass and making things less than easy for you. What he's putting you through is one of the reasons why I'll never be able to stand him, but…it's beautiful to see how much you love him and how much he loves you. It's beautiful, if I'm completely honest."

"Thanks, but…since I'm bringing a childhood present from my dad on a sexy vacation, there might be a fine line between love and screwiness than I'm glad I'm finally starting to see," Angelica said. "I mean, I don't want you to think I'm childish or anything like that."

"No, I don't think you're childish," Klaus assured her. "In fact, I would be very touched if Natalie or Roxie carried something around to remember me by."

"Why would they do that?" Angelica questioned.

Klaus sighed sadly. "Right in the teeth. You're right. They wouldn't. I'm not worthy of that."

"No, that's not what I meant," Angelica shook him gently. "You misunderstand me. You don't need Natalie or Roxie to carry around stuff from you because you see them all the time. You're not fighting or having to stay away from each other. Natalie especially thinks that you're her big strong, wonderful hybrid dad who will always protect her."

"She said that?" Klaus asked, a shy smile curving his lips.

"Oh, yes," Angelica nodded. "Well, not in so many words. But she implied it for sure. She even said that if you and my dad got in a fight, you would win!"

"My girl!" Klaus grinned even wider.

"Oh, stop," Angelica chuckled and rolled her eyes. "She loves you dearly. You're very lucky."

Klaus shook his head, looking amazed. "Well, I consider myself lucky certainly, because I thought for sure that I would lose her when things fell apart between me and Amy."

Angelica smiled, grabbing his hand tight to kiss his knuckles. "You know, you really aren't as bad as you think you are, Mikaelson." She snuggled against him. "You're quite wonderful, actually!"

Klaus kissed her hair. "Well, that's a relief." He winked back playfully

"Yes," Angie grinned wider. "It is."

They then lay in silence for a little bit before Klaus came to a decision. "Angel," he murmured into her hair.

"Mmmm?" She asked, closing her eyes and enjoying it as he began to play with her hair. Then she opened them and looked wistfully out the open door at the beach.

"Angel, about our agreement…" he bit his lip nervously, not quite believing the insanity of what he was about to do. How could he, after she'd gone through so much, make her understand so she didn't feel worse?

"What?" Her eyes widened and she sat up. "What about it? Did you bring me here to end it? Please don't! Please!" Leaving him and this wonderful island of freedom to live under her father and grandfather's watchful gazes again would be the worst sort of torture!

"What?" He asked, shocked by the look of panic on her face. She actually looked terrified at the thought of being away from him. "No, of course not, Angel!" He pulled her into his arms and held her tight, kissing her hard. "Why would I do something so stupid?" And he knew that letting his mate and soulmate go would absolutely be the stupidest thing he could do now.

"I don't know why you would," Angelica replied, feeling very confused.

But Klaus was right on the edge, and it was time to jump. "I…what I mean is, I know we started this whole this so we could have someone to have sex with, but…what would you say to just seeing where it goes?" He shrugged.

"Really?" She asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I mean, nothing serious, of course, and I don't want to rush into something, but…" he blushed and averted his gaze.

"Oh, don't you worry!" She let out a cry of joy before grabbing his face and kissing his lips. "Let's not call it anything specific for now. But we can stop calling it an agreement, at least."

"Really?" He asked happily, his eyes bright.

"Really!" She assured him. Then they both turned their heads in the direction of the open doors because they could hear the sound of a plane.

"That's our call to leave, Angel," Klaus told her, and they got up from the bed, gathered their small pile of belongings, and walked out the door and toward the plane, hand-in-hand and smiling.

"Hey there," Klaus shouted to Eric, who was standing on the pond in his neatly pressed uniform, his hands crossed over his chest.

"Hello, Mr. Mikaelson," he returned. "How was your week with Ms. Morningstar?" He was merely asking to be polite and hoped Klaus wouldn't give him details.

"Quite eventful, actually," Klaus replied, winking at a blushing Angelica.

"Okay, that's enough," Eric told him. "Spare me the details."

"And speaking of details, Eric," Angelica broke in, "Hello there." She smiled.

"Hello, Mrs. Morningstar," Eric replied. "Nice to see you again.

"Nice to see me fully dressed, you mean," Angelica corrected, gazing directly at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he told her, blushing as he gazed at his shoes.

"Smart move," Klaus chuckled and whacked him on the back before heading into the small plane.

"Can I help you?" Eric asked Angelica politely. "Or would you rather get in yourself?"

"Thank you," Angelica smiled and gave her hand to tall, muscular pilot. Then she grabbed Klaus' because he was waiting to catch her and pull her inside the plane.

Eric followed, shutting the door securely behind them and taking his place in the pilot's seat.

"I guess this is the end," Angelica sighed sadly as she gazed out the window at the beautiful beach. "Bye beach. Bye, freedom, bye nakedness that can happen without the threat of being spied on by an old lady."

Klaus snorted and took her hand as the engines started up. "It's only goodbye for now. I promise we'll come back."

"And cheer up," Eric added. "We have one more surprise for you, Ms. Morningstar." He and Klaus shared a smile as Angelica looked back and forth between them.

"Another surprise?" She clapped her hands excitedly. "What else could there be after this?"

"Well, I thought it might be fun to stop in Miami for the night," Klaus smiled. "A night to live it up and experience the night life. You'll love it!"

"Oh, thank you!" Angelica smiled and jumped into his arms, kissing him soundly. "It's perfect!"

Eric shook his head and grinned. It seemed like Klaus had finally found something good with his new girlfriend. Though he himself hadn't yet found the right person, and in fact considered himself more of a lone wolf, he hoped that one day, he would find a nice woman who would make him just as happy as Klaus was right now.

For the second time that day, Julian Johnson found himself parking his car at his grandmother's house. He removed the key from the ignition and put it in his pocket, then turned to face Ellie and give her a smile. After bringing his grandmother to the airport, they'd taken a walk around Dove lake and fed the many ducks there while telling each other jokes and watching the other people who had come to enjoy the weather with them. And it was a lovely fall day, not overly warm, but warm enough that it was as if summer had decided to come back for just a moment.

"Thanks for agreeing to come back here with me," he told her. "Feeding Stella is very important to my grandmother. I hope you don't mind. It won't be long that we're here, I promise." He gave her a wink.

"Of course, I don't mind coming back here," Ellie told him, shaking her head and blushing at his intense gaze. His assurance that they wouldn't be here forever seemed to hold a promise too, as if he would rather be doing something else and he thought she would too. "And by the way, the walk around Dove Lake was lovely. That and the ice cream. I had a wonderful time."

"Of course, you did," Julian grinned. "You didn't have to be in a pair of ice skates!"

"Oh, do you really want to go there when we've been having such a nice time?" Ellie asked, narrowing her eyes at the tall man and growling.

"You know you had a good time for part of it," Julian told her. "Like…when you gave up trying to skate and made me carry you around the ice!"

"I didn't make you!" Ellie replied. "You chose to! And besides, after all that humiliation I endured on your behalf, I deserved to be treated like a princess for at least a little while."

"Is that so?" Julian asked with a chuckle. "Well, it's time to get your beautiful ass out of the car, princess. Stella must be famished by now." He paused and put a hand to his ear. "In fact, I can hear her pitiful wailing from out here."

"Poor kitty," Ellie said, following Julian after he exited the car, a large grin on her beautiful face.

They walked hand in hand to the front door of the house, and when they reached the front door, he pulled some keys from his pocket and opened the door, letting Ellie go in ahead of him so that he could follow and shut the door behind them.

He and Ellie then stood in silence, smiling shyly at one another. Not sure what to do with herself, Ellie rubbed her hands together, taking a few steps forward and standing with her back to him.

He then took the opportunity to look her over, his gaze sweeping from the nape of her neck (along with her hair, which was up in a loose bun, down over her curves, to her cute, round ass.

She let out a cry of surprise as he forcefully pulled her against his chest, lowering the fabric of her dress down her chest and arms so he could bury his head in the crook of her neck. Then he hungrily kissed and bit the soft skin there. "Fuck!" He murmured. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful I think you are?"'

"You have, but…not recently." She gasped. "Julian!" Then she closed her eyes and lowered her head on his chest to give him better access to her skin.

He growled and became ever more of an animal, pulling the fabric of her dress down her waist as if he couldn't wait any more. The dress had a built-in bra, and her breasts were soon free. He cupped them, raising his lips to her neck, nibbling on her jaw, and stroking her erect nipples, which made her scream his name even more.

Then he grabbed her and turned her around, lifting her up onto a nearby table, pushing up her skirt as his hands slid up her legs so all the fabric was above her belly, before he knelt in front of her and slid her panties to the floor.

"Hold your skirt up," he panted. "I want to taste you," he urged, his eyes dark with passion as his lips made a burning trail up her legs and inner thighs.

Eleanor gathered the fabric in her fists as he'd demanded, blushing at how commanding he was, how crude, how erotic…

At last, he reached her core, sliding his tongue along the length of her lips and finally tasting her.

She cried out in ecstasy, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to pull him closer to the to where she was most full of need. In a matter of minutes, she was gone, muttering nonsense as he bit her clit and made her reach her first climax.

Then he growled, standing up straight, and picking her up, turning her onto her stomach, her sore breasts pressed against the wood. "I'm going to fuck you hard, Eleanor Mikaelson," he whispered, lowering his zipper.

"Oh, please do, Julian!" She begged as she gripped the table for dear life.

And he didn't hesitate another minute, or hold back, making her scream with pleasure every time he thrust his large, hard length deep inside her, making her think, without a doubt as she laughed wildly, madly, that Julian Johnson was everything!

Ellie was lying on the twin bed, her head resting on his chest as he held on tight so she wouldn't fall off the small mattress and land on the floor. (They'd already put the bed through enough by breaking the feet.)

After fucking relentlessly on his grandmother's kitchen table (which he had sworn to clean later, along with feeding Stella the cat,) he'd lifted her from the table and carried her upstairs to the small bedroom he'd used when he'd come to visit his grandmother as a teenager. And there, he had slowly, romantically, and sweetly made love to her some more.

She'd never thought it would be true, but the human man squished beside her in the tiny bed had become everything to her. He was meeting all her needs, physically and emotionally, in the most wonderful ways, that she was still in awe about how easily it could be to fall in love with him. And if she were completely honest with herself, she was already getting there.

She idly twirled some of his chest hair between her fingers, giggling to herself.

"What's so funny, young lady?" He asked, grinning and gazing at her.

"Nothing, it's just your chest hair," she said, shaking her head. "It's not something I'm used to, and I…I kinda like it." She grinned, resting her head on her hands as she stared into his eyes.

"Hey, don't make fun of a man's body hair," Julian jokingly chided her. "It's a sensitive subject. Mine is like the coat of a cat!"

"Oh, I wouldn't dare make fun of it," Ellie promised, raising her body to kiss him gently. "Like I said, it's not something I'm used to, but I like it very much."

"So, none of your past lovers had hairy chests, I presume?" Julian winked as he pushed a few strands of her hair out of her eyes. "Baby soft skin for everyone?"

"Lover, actually," she corrected. "I've only had one. I'm afraid I'm not super experienced, Julian. I'm sorry."

He scoffed and took her face in his hands. "I don't give a rat's ass about that, Eleanor. It was our first time together. Yours and mine. We'll have lots of time to try things. I'm going to enjoy that immensely." He smiled and gave her a kiss. "So, your past lover: not a hairy guy."

"No, he waxed," Ellie replied. "Being hairy was just not his thing…although he took good care of his hair. Had more stuff in his side of the sink than I did. Cared a lot about how he looked."

Julian winced. "I don't do anything like waxing myself. I think it's painful and silly. I am what I am, take it or leave it. All man." He grinned.

Ellie chuckled and bit her bottom lip. "I noticed. And I like that about you… I like it a lot."

"Did it end badly between you and him?" Julian asked as he caressed her face and played with her hair. Then he noticed her silence and blushed. "I'm so sorry for asking all these questions when it's none of my business. Never mind."

"No, don't worry about it, truly," she reassured him. "The breakup is sort of recent so it's a bit of a sore subject. But it's not your fault."

"He hurt you badly? What sort of man could do that to someone like you?" He was talking to himself more than to her.

"You could say he hurt me badly," she nodded, not meeting his eyes. "Let's say I was very young when his father decided I would be the one to help redeem him and make him grow up."

"What?" Julian exclaimed with a frown. "That's wrong on so many levels! Didn't someone help you? A woman should never have the job of redeeming a man! She can be his partner, his mate, the love of his life…but to take a wonderful woman and use her in such a way…it's completely monstrous!"

"Thank…thank you for saying that to me," she replied, her voice cracking as tears filled her eyes.

"Of course," Julian nodded, his nostrils flaring. "You're safe here with me." He smiled kindly and held her close. "You don't need to think about that asshole anymore."

"Okay," she nodded and gave him a smile. "I won't."

Then an uneasiness filled him and he blushed deep red.

"What?" Ellie asked. "Julian, what's wrong?"

He cleared his throat. "Speaking of assholes, what happened the kitchen, you know, the way I…" he trailed off, unable to finish.

"The way you fucked me hard on your grandmother's table?" She spoke on top of his lips, and then smirked.

"Yeah, that," he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry about it. I should have asked you if it was your cup of tea before I…I mean, it was something I really wanted to do with you, but…"

"And you think I didn't like it, Julian Johnson?" she interpreted, nibbling gently on his bottom lip. "If that's what you think, I'll tell you right now that you're very much mistaken." As she spoke, she slid her hand down his stomach to firmly grab his length. "I have quite the appetite for roughness, actually," she purred as she rubbed him gently.

Julian growled, then shut his eyes and let himself enjoy her touching. "One last thing before I…I pull you under me and take you roughly one more time."

"Sure, what?" She asked, only half listening as she nibbled on his earlobe and continued to rub him.

"I…I know we come from different worlds because I'm human and you're supernatural, but…" He tried to stay focused as he realized that he was becoming very aroused.

She kissed him deeply. "Oh, Julian, I don't care about that," she reassured him. "Don't you know that by now?"

"That's good to know, but there's one thing I need to be sure we agree on."

"Oh?" Ellie asked worryingly. "And what's that?"

"That my penis is magic," he chuckled.

That made her start laughing and gently hitting his hairy chest with her fists. "You are such an ass!" She grinned and he grinned back, pulling her underneath him, crashing his lips on hers and kissing her soundly.

"I think," she whispered, "that we should call him: The Killer!"

"You mean like the pizza?" Julian smirked.

"Yeah, like the pizza," Ellie winked as they both burst into laughter, and he pulled the sheets over both of them to make love to her again.

The door of the Mikaelson hacienda opened to reveal a smiling and well-rested Angelica, who twirled and twirled as she made her way into the house, throwing a couple of shopping bags onto the sofa, and then turning to face Klaus, who came in behind her and shut the door behind his back.

He grinned as he watched her, closing the space between them and pulling her into his arms to hug her tight. "Happy?" He asked with a smile.

"Oh, very much so," she nodded and grinned, throwing her arms around his neck. "Thank you so much for this getaway, Klaus. It was everything I needed."

"You're welcome, Angel," he replied, pushing a few strands of her hair behind her ears. "And…look!" He pointed in the direction of the Persian rug where her luggage still sat. "Luis and Prada are still here, waiting to welcome you home!" He gave her a wink.

"Stop it!" She chuckled and playfully hit his chest with her balled fists.

"You didn't miss them too much?" He inquired with a smirk

"Why would I when I had everything I needed on the island?" She wanted to know as she caressed the nape of his neck with her fingers and softly kissed his lips. "And thank you for the blue sequin dress and shoes you bought me in Miami. They really made me feel like a movie star while I enjoyed the nightlife."

"You're welcome, but you're not a movie star," he reminded her. "You're a queen, Angel!" In fact, she was his queen, but it was way too early to let her know.

"I'm thirsty," she decided next before giving Klaus a look. "Are you thirsty?" She gently pulled herself out of his embrace to walk toward the kitchen. "I know it's early, but if you could tell me where some champagne is, I could make up some mimosas for us and we could toast the return home from our vacation."

"Sure," Klaus grinned and followed her into the kitchen. "I think that's a great idea!" Anything she wanted, he would give it to her. His main purpose in life now was to make her, his mate happy. Not that that wasn't the case before he realized everything she was to him, but now it was even more important. "I don't even need to go anywhere to get it for you. I think there's a bottle right in the fridge."

"Got it!" she exclaimed. "And the orange juice." She raised both in the air to show him, smiling brightly, before heading to the kitchen counter under the window, which she opened to let some sunlight in, to make the drinks. "I think we'll have a lovely fall this year," she proclaimed as she peered at the beautiful sunrise.

"Yeah," Klaus agreed, coming to stand behind her. "It certainly looks that way." He then pulled open one of the French doors that led to the terrace to let a little bit more breeze in.

But then, after that, all went to hell.

Just after she filled both glasses with the drink mixture, Angelica looked out the window, curious about the loud laughter coming from Mrs. Johnson's garden at this time of day. It took her a little bit of time, but all color left her face when she recognized her mother, Eleanor Morningstar, happily running through the garden, laughing and being chased by a tall man she had never seen before. Then he picked her mother up and twirled her around before kissing her deeply, paying no heed to who might be looking.

Realizing she'd gone silent, Klaus turned his head to look at Angel, seeing her suddenly head for the door and step out onto the terrace. He quickly followed, realizing that her whole body seemed tense. Something must've gone very wrong. It didn't take him long to figure out what when he saw the couple in the garden. It was undoubtedly her mother and Julian Johnson, having a romantic moment.

"Shit," he muttered as he continued to watch Angelica, who had her hand on her chest as tears fell down her cheeks. "Angel, I'm so sorry…" he tried to do his best to console her.

She said nothing, stomping back into the kitchen and pacing the length of the floor.

"Are you okay?" Klaus asked, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.

"Am I okay?" She asked, her voice shaking with fury. "Am I okay? What sort of question is that? My mother is out there, in the open, gallivanting around with, and kissing, a man who is not my father, like some hussy!"

"I know," he tried to assure her and keep her calm. The look on her face was making him start to fear for Julian Johnson's life. If he wasn't more discreet, he'd probably die over this mess, and it wouldn't be pretty. "I know it looks bad, but he's Mrs. Johnson's grandson, Julian. Love, he's a good, stand-up guy!"

"A good, stand-up guy?" Angelica tensed. "Yeah, sure! A good, stand-up guy who just stuck his tongue in my mother's mouth! He's not a good guy! He's a…homewrecker and a marriage ruiner! I ought to get him into hell for covetousness!" She then began to have a panic attack and Klaus quickly grabbed a paper bag from a cabinet and handed it to her, begging her to breath and feeling relief when she actually listened.

"Good girl," he rubbed her back and caressed her hair until her breathing slowed to a more normal pace. "Angel, at the dance competition, it was clear to everyone that your parents were moving on from their relationship and there was no going back."

Angie threw the bag aside and looked up at Klaus, tears in her eyes. "Mom's with someone who isn't my father!" She said. "And she's kissing him. He had his tongue in her mouth! How many times do I need to say that?!" Her eyes narrowed. "And I bet he's stuck things other places they don't go too."

"I know," he told her. "I know this is hard, considering how much you love both your parents, but honestly, your mother was saint for putting up with your father's tyrannical ways for as long as she did. It must've driven her nuts!" He tried to be gentle so she would understand. "Of course, I'm not judging because I was exactly the same way with Amy. It took me way too long to realize that it was better for her…for us both, to separate. And it's the same for your mum and dad."

"You aren't my father!" Angelica cried. "It's not the same! And if he and Mom split up, who's gonna look after him? Who's gonna…who's gonna make sure he's okay?"

"It's exactly the same," Klaus told her. "And if you ask me, your father could stand to look after himself. He's not an easy man to live with and frankly, I applaud your mother for finally deciding that enough is enough. Dexter will look after your dad. I don't think you need to worry about that."

"I don't like this…" her face crumpled, and she looked like a lost little girl. "Everything is falling apart. I want her back with my daddy!"

Klaus sighed and gently cupped her teary face. "I know you do, but Angelica, be realistic: You're having troubles with your father too. You know yourself that the way to be happy is to have distance from him, at least for the time being in your case. To have balance. In your mother's case, the distance is forever. And if another man is succeeding in making her smile, in making her laugh…wouldn't you want to encourage that? To be glad that she has as much of a chance to start over as you, instead of being miserable with your father? It's a bit rich of you to want freedom for yourself but to judge your mother for taking her own chance."

"Yes, but why him?" Angelica cried. "Why should Mom throw everything away for some simple, stupid human?" She stomped her feet on the floor, her eyes flashing red for just a second.

"I know you're angry and saying stuff you don't mean," Klaus replied. "I know you don't have a pernicious bone in your body." He wiped tears from her eyes. "But that's life. Things change. People change. If this is how your mother chooses to find happiness, you need to respect it."

Angelica stared at him, grabbing his wrists to pull his hands away from her face and shaking her head. "I…I know what you mean, but I…I just can't!" She wrenched herself away from him, running outside the kitchen and climbing the stairs.

"Shit," Klaus muttered under his breath, heaving a loud sigh. This was definitely something he could have done without.