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This is the first time I've ever written a ceremony like this. I think it turned out alright but let me know in the comments.
She couldn't believe how quickly he had pulled everything together. It was unreal the contacts he had even now when the world thought him dead.
She smiled at the woman weaving tiny flowers that were the palest of blues into her ornate braid. The heavy hair fell over her left shoulder.
"Are you nervous, despoinida?" The woman's accent was heavy and reminded her of the island she had once called home.
"No," she met the woman's eyes and shook her head, "I'm not nervous." Nerves were the last thing on her mind at the moment.
"Then, why you cry?" The matron held her shoulders lightly.
She looked in the mirror to see that tears were indeed shimmering in her bright eyes and she knew what was causing them: Amara, her mother, even Jeremy. They were all people she found herself missing that day.
"I…" Alenka nibbled her bottom lip, "… I'm just missing my family today."
"You could always wait."
"I can't," she smiled sadly, "most are no longer with me." Almost all of them had seen the first one anyway; it was just that days like this made you miss the ones you loved.
She accepted the handkerchief with a small smile and used the lace to dab her moist eyes. When she felt sure she was in no danger of crying she stood from the table and crossed the room to slip into the chiffon dress that stopped at her ankles; the white material was broken up with a belt the same colour as the flowers in her hair.
Stepping into her dressy sandals she took one final look at herself before leaving the room. Her feet echoed on the narrow stairs as she made her way through the house to the front yard where he was waiting with their witch officiant.
Kol's face lit up when he turned to see her. Alenka's answering smile was as bright as the setting sun.
It was by the last rays of evening that she stepped over the line. The moment her feet were inside the circle the candles lit up. Five candles made the pentagram facing out towards the sea; each represented a different element.
Spirit was the head of the five pointed star. From there four others fanned out in a clockwise motion: water, fire, earth, and air.
She came to a stop in the center of the circle with Kol and smiled up at him.
It was all he could do in that moment not to drag her into his arms and kiss her senseless. She was ravishing in her gown that perfectly melded the style of ancient world and the modern one.
Agatha cleared her throat loudly when the couple seemed to lose themselves in each other's eyes. It was incredibly romantic, but they were losing the sun. She smirked when they turned to her with sheepish smiles.
"Shall we begin?" Agatha cocked an eyebrow. She couldn't remember the last time she had married a couple in the traditional way without the presence of a coven; she wondered if they even had one.
"Of course," Kol nodded. He had gotten Agatha's name from another witch he knew in the country. He would have asked Effie, but he had known word would have spread of his human status if he had; he didn't want his siblings hearing of his unusual return through the grapevine that was supernatural gossip.
"Relationships are like islands," she looked between the young couple, "one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits. Islands are surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides of life. So too are relationships."
"You have chosen to incorporate the ancient rituals into your vows today," Agatha waited for their confirmation. "You must know now before you go any further that since your lives have crossed in this life, you have formed eternal bonds."
Alenka exchanged a secret smile with Kol. She knew they were both thinking the same thing.
"The promises you make today and the ties that are bound here greatly strengthen you union. Do you seek to enter this ceremony?"
"Yes," Kol's voice echoed hers.
"Then join hands," Agatha murmured.
He took her left hand with his and felt her pulse quicken when his fingers grazed her wrist. He knew he was experiencing the same physiological response.
Agatha lifted a blue cord from the alter behind her. She wrapped the cord around their wrists. "Water is the element of healing; it soothes all wounds and eases pain."
A soothing chill spread from their joined hands over their bodies.
"Air is at the beginning of everything," Agatha lifted the yellow cord next, "we call on it now to start the journey you will take together."
A gentle wind blew through Kol's hair and made the blue flowers dance in her braid.
"Earth provides stability," Agatha added a green cord to their hands, "and a strong foundation from which to build your union." A red cord came next. "Fire is the element of strength and symbolizes life; while it does have the potential to destroy it is also at the center of all things. May you draw on its strength in the years to come."
Alenka took a deep breath as the final cord was drawn out. It was two woven together in a swirl of violet and white.
"Spirit," Agatha added the final length of cord to their joined wrists, "is perhaps the most important element to call upon today. It is the bridge between the body and soul which is what you are pledging to each other this evening. Spirit is the element being bound with the aid of the rest, and the vows you will now make to each other."
Alenka's lower lip shook slightly when she looked up into his eyes. As custom dictated they had been separate for twenty-four hours so their promise to each other would be the first and last thing said as the day came to a close; it was also customary that the woman went first. Two thousand years before the vows had been pre-ordained by the coven, but now this was what she would promise him.
"Kol," she squeezed his hand and covered their joined hands with her right one. "I promise to try and get through this without crying." She smiled when the comment made him chuckle. "I swear to always look for the brightness and positive in you," the cords shifted under her hands as she spoke; they wove upwards over her right hand. "I will spend my life, however long it may be, with you; loving you, protecting you, and growing with you."
"Ellie," He blinked back his emotion and covered her right hand with his; "I might be in danger of tears too."
She smiled and shook with a soft laugh.
"I love you, Ellie. I solemnly swear," his thumb swiped over her hand as the cords shifted further up, "to spend the rest of my days loving you; to share in your pain and do everything in my power to try and alleviate it even if it's just holding you while you cry. I'm going to strive to make you laugh every day because your smile is brighter than the sun; there is a light in you that I pray never goes out. I want to share everything with you: your hopes, your dreams, and your burdens."
Agatha looked between the pair in front of her. She had never seen the cords react to anyone in such a way. She was reluctant to break the eye contact between them as the hand fasting completed the bond that had clearly already been present, but interrupt she had to.
"Kol and Ellie," Agatha spoke softly; neither spared her more than a passing glance when she pressed her hands over theirs, "as your hands are bound together now, your lives and spirits are joined in a union of love and trust. Your marriage is not formed by these cords, but by the promises you have made. You alone hold the fate of your union. Like the stars above us your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow."
The cords tightened around them and seemed to mold to their skin as the candle flames grew taller.
"May your hands be blessed and always hold each other." Agatha blinked as the cords began to fade into their skin. "May they have the strength to hang on during the storms of stress and the dark of disillusionment." She was about to ask if they would seal their vows with a ring when the cords vanished completely and silver bands were left behind on their ring fingers. "Suppose I can skip that part."
Kol followed her gaze to find the cords that had merged into bands of silver; they momentarily flashed with the elemental colours before settling to silver.
"You may seal your vows with a kiss," Agatha stepped back and released their hands.
Kol's eyes flickered to her lips as his hands snaked around her waist.
Alenka gasped and collided with his chest. Her arms wrapped around her husband's neck as she tipped her head back and met his lips.
Fire and water swirled through them on contact. The strong wind that kicked up brought the smell of freshly turned earth to their noses. Much like the first time she had shared her body with him she didn't know where she ended and he began.
She hummed when his tongue traced the seam of her lips and pulled away before they wound up giving poor Agatha a show.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" She tried to sound stern, but truthfully she was excited. It never failed that Kol could stir her curiosity; she would have preferred he stir other feelings in that moment, but she enjoyed healthy curiosity.
"Patience, darling," he turned around and smirked playfully. Mischief danced in his dark eyes.
"You know," she stepped closer and cupped his neck between her cool palms, "typically after getting married people engage in certain activities," her nose brushed his cheek, "midnight boat ride isn't usually on the list."
"Patience," Kol chuckled. He took her waist in his large hands and kissed her cheek.
"It's incredibly difficult to be patient when you're cold," she cocked an eyebrow.
"It will be worth it," he swore, "I give you my word." Releasing her waist he slid his jacket down his arms and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Well, now you're going to be cold," she burrowed into the warm material he had laid over her sweater.
"That is a good point," he tapped his chin thoughtfully, "luckily we're very close."
She narrowed her eyes when he smirked. A tiny shriek escaped her mouth when he hoisted her up and threw her over his shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing?" She slapped at his back lightly.
"Abducting my wife, of course," his hand slid up her thigh and pinched her bottom.
"Abducting or groping?" She giggled as he turned around. "I'm not opposed to either option at the moment."
"You are insatiable," he teased. His feet made quick work of the last winding turn in the path.
"I'm not insatiable," she gasped dramatically; "I've just been teased mercilessly for a week and a half by a man who insisted on waiting until after the wedding."
"What can I say, Ellie," he stopped in the field and brought her back to her feet in front of him. "I'm very old-fashioned."
"Really?" She cocked a brow. "I seem to recall being caught in various stages of undress before the first wedding, and let's not forget last month."
"How could I?" He took her hands and spun her around.
Her breath caught in her throat. The field of tall grass led to a tall pomegranate tree weighed down with the bright red fruit that seemed to glow in the flickering light from the candles laid out at the base.
She let Kol lead her by the hand through the green sea that promised a plethora of spring flowers towards the tree. Warmth seeped into her skin when she crossed into the circle of the candles; it was like summer had held on in this one patch of land.
Her fingers ran over the bark of the tree that was at once both rough and smooth before closing around the round fruit. It came free easily.
"You once asked me where I found all of the flowers I brought you," he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his front.
"That was here?" She turned and tilted her head to look at him.
"Mmhmm," his warm breath fanned over her cheek, "this field is filled with the most alluring flowers in the spring, and in the winter the tree bares the sharpest pomegranates."
"That was two thousand years ago," she spun in his arms and lifted the fruit, "do you think it's still the sharpest? We'll have to taste it to find out."
"I think," he hummed and took the fruit from her hands, "that I'd rather taste you."
"So long as you don't tease," she watched the fruit fall. A sigh fell from her lips as she was pulled down to the ground and straddled his hips.
"I may tease a bit," his eyes flashed with desire. He slid his jacket from her shoulders and pulled down the zipper of her sweater to reveal the material of her wedding dress that dipped down displaying a teasing amount of cleavage to his gaze.
She watched through lidded eyes as he drew her wrist upwards. Her flesh tingled with each gentle brush of his lips over the sensitive skin of her arms.
He drew closer and closer to her shoulder trailing his fingers up the opposite side of her arm and pulled the chiffon ties from around her neck.
Alenka cupped his cheeks and brought her lips to his in a kiss that was at once desperate and calm. Her mouth moved enticingly against his and drew guttural groans from his throat.
He ached with desire for her. His hands explored the cloth covering her lower back and pinched her enticing derriere. He wanted to knead the soft flesh without the layers of fabric between them; he started gathering the hem of the white dress.
Fire licked up her thighs stoking the embers in her womb under his fingers. She needed him; her hand left his neck and slid down his chest to start popping the buttons of his white shirt. She was forced to stop when he pulled her dress upwards over her head.
Alenka's nipples pebbled in the night air; she was left in nothing but her panties and shoes.
"It's a good thing the island is deserted," she moaned when he drew a nipple into his mouth.
He flicked her nipple with his tongue and pinched the unattended bud between his thumb and forefinger.
She jolted and rocked her hips down against his straining erection; it had formed a hard bulge in his pants. She made herself focus through the haze of lust and tore his shirt down his arms.
Wrapping his arms around her waist he spun them so her back was pressed into the soft grass and her head was under the pomegranate tree.
She wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Bloody hell," he groaned into her neck. He could feel the heat radiating from her swiftly dampening core against his clothed cock.
He had never thought himself a master of self-control, but he definitely should have been awarded the title when he untangled her legs and licked and nipped his way down her stomach.
She threaded her fingers into his hair and bucked when he bit down on her hip bone and soothed the mark with his tongue.
"I said I wanted to taste you," he met her eyes and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the band of her underwear.
She lifted her hips. Anticipation hummed through her body as his lips made a trail back up her leg. She was nearly on the edge when his warm breath fanned over her center.
"So wet for me, darling," his fingertip grazed her swollen folds.
"You're a terrible tease," she accused lightly; "of course I'm wet. Are you going to do something about it, or spend the entire full moon staring at me?"
"I'd love to gaze upon you all night long," he kissed the top of her slit, "but you smell so amazing that I don't think I can resist."
She closed her eyes and moaned loudly as his tongue trailed through her folds and dipped into her drenched core. Bending her knees so her thighs were over his shoulders she opened her eyes to see his hands sliding up her flat stomach towards her breasts.
He flicked her clit and tweaked her nipples at the same time causing her to buck her hips. Lapping at her folds like a man dying of thirst he felt her thighs tremble across his shoulders.
One of his hands ceased it's ministrations on her supple breast.
The heat that had coiled deep in her body convulsed and snapped sending waves of white hot fire racing through her veins. She rode out her high on his thrusting fingers. Breathing heavily she opened her eyes and saw a few fresh flowers springing up around her body.
He shifted to hover over her body and brushed the fresh flowers with his fingertips.
"I wonder if I could make you bring this entire field back to life?" His eyes glittered with amusement. It tended to happen when she engaged in carnal activities with him. "I think I can."
"You're cocky aren't you?" She fixed him with a ravenous look just as eager to see if he was right.
"You're about to find out," he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Promise?" She drew her swollen lip between her teeth. Her sandals had slid off at some point so she used her bare feet to push his trousers and underwear down his legs.
"I swear," he shifted to fully remove his remaining clothes before hovering over her body. His lips crashed to hers in an electrifying kiss. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and moaned when her slim fingers curled around his throbbing erection.
She squeezed him and pumped slowly before freezing and breaking the kiss. A line appeared between her brows as her fingers moved down and up again slowly. She probably shouldn't have told him because his ego definitely didn't need a boost, but she was pretty sure about her findings; he must have been too.
"Are you…" she explored the hot flesh of his shaft once more while lining him up with her dripping entrance, "… bigger?"
"A bit," he smirked. "Don't worry, Ellie," he leaned down and kissed her neck, "I'll still fit."
"Who's worried?" She sighed as he trailed through her folds and circled her clit with the tip of his cock.
Her head fell back and her back arched as he slid inside of her. He was definitely longer and a little thicker. He was stretching her deliciously.
She hooked her leg high over his waist and rocked with him when he began thrusting into her slowly. She appreciated the pace at first because she had needed a moment to adjust but soon enough she was ready for more.
Rolling him onto his back she rode him slowly at first as she built herself up to her second orgasm before moving faster.
She shuddered around his thrusting cock. Her walls clamped down with her orgasm and attempted to milk his release from his body, but he had enough will power to roll her onto her back again.
Shifting back onto his knees he held her hips and snapped his hips into her at an unforgiving pace. He kneaded her soft cheeks and teased her puckered hole with his index finger. The additional stimulation sent her flying over the edge a moment later and he joined her.
He held his weight on his elbows and breathed heavily as they both came down from their highs. Energy coursed through both of them and into the earth where it manifested as new life.
He rolled over to lie down beside her and gathered her into his arms.
She pressed her ear to his chest and stared up through the branches of the tree to the stars twinkling in the heavens. Here, on the deserted island, the sky was lit with more stars than she had seen since waking. It was the absence of electric lights.
"There are so many stars," she shivered and smiled sleepily when he drew a blanket from a basket and draped it over them.
"A constant source of light," he kissed her sweaty brow.
She fingered the edge of the soft blue material and hummed.
"You had this planned, didn't you?" She waved to the field now alive with spring flowers that wouldn't survive the cold night. The only ones that might were the ones inside the circle he had drawn to keep them warm.
"Of course I did," his fingers trailed up and down her arm. "I thought I'd do something special for you, but short of bringing your sister out here for the wedding I was out of ideas. Then I remembered this place."
"It's beautiful," she inhaled slowly.
"Not as beautiful as you," he bent his right arm and placed it behind his head.
"You're sweet," she kissed his chest. Her head lifted so she could rest her chin on his chest and met his eyes. "Is it just me or has the ceremony changed a bit?"
"A little," he smirked. "I added a few new touches from the modern tradition and my own Viking ceremony. The rings," he joined their left hands and held them at her shoulder, "and the joined cords."
"You did this then," she touched the glittering band on her finger.
"I did," he kissed her palm. "The metal grew stronger with each vow that was made. Now they will tell us if the other is ever in danger."
"How?"
"Well," he sighed, "they'll grow warm against our skin."
"Hopefully we never see that in action," she arched her neck and kissed his lips softly. "I love you."
"I love you, too," adoration shone in his eyes. "Now," he brought his hand down to poke her belly, "I can feel your stomach rumbling."
He rolled onto his side and held out his hand. The red fruit levitated through the air and came to a stop in his palm.
"Shall we find out if the fruit is still sharp?"
He cocked a brow and leaned against the bar. His eyes slid over the undulating bodies of men and women; he was fairly certain they were trying to enact some form of a mating ritual.
He wouldn't have stopped at all when she suggested they ask for directions. He didn't need anyone to point him towards the city. He was most definitely not lost no he had not been driving them in circles for the better part of the past hour.
She had raised an amused brow in a way that said she had not believed him for a second. It had been over a century since he had actually tried to enter the city after all.
No he would not have stopped for directions, but she had asked him to pull in somewhere for a restroom. He wasn't sure if she'd actually had to go, or if she was just giving him an opportunity to ask for directions without admitting to her that he was completely turned around.
She knew him well. She knew he didn't like to ask for help. She also knew when he was lying through his teeth.
He waved to the bartender when he saw her slip into the restroom quickly enough that he thought she might not have been fibbing to get him off the road.
"I wonder if you could help me." Kol leaned on the countertop. "I'm trying to get to New Orleans and find myself completely turned around. The GPS is sending me in circles," he held up his phone as evidence.
"Must be," the man scoffed, "if you wound up out here." He reached beneath the bar and pulled out a map before proceeding to show the young man exactly where he was.
Kol's eyes grew round when he saw that he had somehow managed to get lost in the backwoods of Louisiana some sixty miles from the city.
"Damn," he cursed.
"Something bothering you?"
Kol straightened his spine and turned to the breathy voice coming from his right. There were very few things he missed about being a vampire, but the ability to tell when someone was approaching him had come in handy over the centuries.
The woman took him by surprise. Her hair was styled in big blonde curls; the colour was almost yellow in its intensity. Her brown eyes looked him up and down lasciviously as she leaned on the bar so her cleavage nearly spilled from her low cut top.
"Maybe I can take your mind off it," she winked suggestively.
"No thank you," he backed away with a small smile. "I'm a happily married man," he lifted his left hand.
"That's okay," the girl reached out and trailed her fingers up his arm before he could pull away. It was rare they ever got anyone new around town; and this stranger was undeniably hot with a killer accent, and she was a little tipsy. She yelped when her fingers came into contact with his skin; she pulled back as if she had been burned.
"And my wife is the jealous type," Kol smirked while wrapping his arm around Alenka's waist. He nodded to the bartender who had watched the exchange with amusement. "Thanks for your help, mate."
He felt her tremble slightly in his arms as he steered her back out into the cool night.
"Everything alright, darling?" He pressed his palm to her warm brow and took in her pale face. "Perhaps we should find somewhere to stay the night."
"Are you just trying to avoid your siblings?" She chuckled weakly.
"Yes," he didn't attempt to lie, "but you're also sick. It's been nearly seven weeks since we left Amara with Caroline; one more night won't hurt."
I had planned on this chapter to check in on what was happening in New Orleans as well, but I'm thinking the next one will be like this one only set in NOLA and will check up with KLAROLINE and Rebekah and Davina plus Amara and Elijah.
What sorts of things should be going on in NOLA while the young lovers were absent... Obviously Elijah has been avoiding spending any time with 'Elena' after nearly 'killing her'. I'm thinking I want Klaus and Caroline to do some sort of bonding, and Rebekah and Davina get close to pulling off their spell... also Elijah still has Alenka's papers that held some of her ancient spells...