A/N: This was wrote during quite along period of time. Then, last night, I was feeling dirty. Haha, just kidding. But I wrote the end of it, and here we go. It's time. It's girls' night.

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Hayley felt the tears well up in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Down below her, on the square of the French quarter, there was a blonde woman looking up at her, smiling in her white blouse and tight jeans. She seemed to be glowing. And on her hip was the most beautiful little figure in a green dress with dark, tiny curls framing the round, red cheeked face. The woman took the baby's hand and said:

"There she is, Hope. There's your mommy, darling." Then she pointed up towards Hayley. Hope's eyes looked up at her, piercing blue like her daddy's. Hayley didn't wait. She ran down the stairs as Bekah approached in super speed, meeting her at the bottom.

Hayley couldn't find words as she looked at her incredible little daughter. It had been so long. She'd counted the days in hushed breaths every morning. Mornings measured in painful longing and silent hope. And now here she was with it. Hope.

"She's been evolving pretty quickly," Bekah said with a hint of pride in her voice. "It's uncommon for babies her age to already be able to lift her head like this. She's a strong one!" She laughed, letting a finger stroke Hope's cheek down to her neck, giving it a little tickle and managed to lure out a gurgling sound resembling a laugh.

Hayley stared, mouth slightly open, eyes watering, heart wanting to jump out of her chest. The little girl turned her eyes towards her again, seeming to somehow understand that this was her mother, reaching out an arm and moving it up and down. Bekah, who Hayley would assume to feel threatened by her, wore a smile uncharacteristically big on her face. And Hayley, who had thought she would be jealous of Bekah having taking over her motherly duties, only felt warmth and appreciation and… a sense of belonging, the way you would probably feel only with the other parent of your child. It was exactly what Bekah had been. The second mother. Without having to utter a word, Bekah knew what she longed for.

"Here you go, darling". She cupped a hand behind the little girls neck and lifted her over in a lying position to Hayley, who, arms tingling with anticipation and throat burning with unspoken words of love for her little bundle, proudly accepted her.

"Hey…" Hayley mumbled, and Hope looked at her from the elbow she used as a pillow. She blinked, then a smile spread across the baby's face, and a small choking sound that could only be identifies as a little laugh. She felt the tears welling over and one dripping down onto the baby's forehead. She blinked in surprise, smile gone. "It's okay…" she mumbled, and the baby kicked her legs and smiled, reaching out with tiny, larvae like fingers to pull at Hayley's hair. Hayley just kept looking at her, smiling, trying not to let out a strangled sob.

She felt Bekah's hand on her lower back, rubbing her soothingly. This motherhood-thing had obviously been a good experience for her. She could feel the warmth radiating from the vampire's cold fingers through her shirt, and her heart lurched forward even harder, slamming against her ribs so violently she was sure it must've left a bruise on the inside.

"She knows her mother…" That's when Hope looked over at Bekah, grabbing some of her blonde curls as well. The baby gurgled happily and waved her chubby little hands and pulling, as if trying to bring her two mothers even closer, one strand of their hair balled up in each fist.

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Hayley couldn't stop watching the baby sleep. She had one hand draped above her head, mouth open and her breath was like tiny little puffs of air. Sometimes her fingers moved as if she was still pulling at the strands of hair they had previously had to carefully pry from her hands. Hope saw what she wanted and grabbed it. Hayley loved that about her daughter.

It was finally Bekah who had to pry her from the baby's side.

"Come on Hayley, when she fall asleep nothing can wake her up. I've missed you too, you know. Let's have some alone time, just us girls."

Klaus and Elijah were occupied in some other part of the quarters; making sure their guests were safe and unnoticed. They had left them alone to put Hope to bed, after much fussing around her. Klaus had enjoyed lifting her up and down in swift motions, making Hope choke with laughter. Elijah had talked to her in his soft voice, letting her pull at his fingers and throw up on his white shirt blazer without complaining. But in the end it had been Hayley who had told her she needed to be alone and Bekah had said that Hope had to go to sleep; she couldn't stay awake all night even if she was a hybrid.

Now Hayley sighed blissfully, letting Rebekah slowly lure her away from her baby's side.

"Us girls have to stick together, right?" She met Bekah's eyes for a moment and saw something move in there.

"Still very true."

"I missed you too, you know."

"You better have, wolf girl."

"You may call me wolf mom from now on," Hayley snorted, bringing out a laugh from the vampire.

"It'll be hard, but I'll try," she promised. "Want a drink?" Hayley just nodded, trying to relax. Bekah got up while kneading at her neck.

"Shit, my neck is sore from worrying. Getting her here safely wasn't easy," she said, mostly to herself. Hayley actually laughed a little at that.

"I didn't know that vampires could get kinks."

"Well we are incredibly strong and all that, but I guess that our human bodies are strained under stress too. And I haven't exactly been sticking to my human diet, rather stuck to whatever bunny I can get a hold of." She chuckled to herself. "Gotten used to the flavor now, to be honest."

"How come?" Hayley asked, accepting the glass with ice and scotch that Becca had poured her. The vampire chugged back her own glass in one swift motion, before pouring herself another one, sauntering to the sofa and drooping down next to Hayley.

"I didn't want to draw any attention to me and Hope," she mumbled, not looking at her, lips leaning on the edge of the glass as if trying to cool them down. Haley studied her as she seemed to be lost in thought, her blonde curls as perfect as ever, trickling down across her shoulder in some kind of perfect waterfall. She wondered for a moment if that was a vampire thing; the vampire perfection. But Becca did look tired for her usually flawless self; the fierce spark in her eyes a little dulled down.

"I could never thank you enough, you know…" Becca's eyes looked at her from the corner, a small smile spreading on her lips, still leaned against the glass. She took another mouthful and then, motioning the drink towards the werewolf, lifting one finger from the glass.

"Well, there's this one thing you could do for me…" Bekah's perfume floated into Hayley's nose, kicking her heart into a high gear. She took a big gulp of scotch and thanked the distraction of burning in her throat.

"Hmm?" she mumbled, nervously. Bekah's grin just grew at that, her eyes slowly moving down Hayley's front, and up again.

"Are you any good at giving a massage? I assume you would be, considering you've got all that 'wolf mother' strength in you…" She winked slyly, a challenge clear in her voice. If Hayley hadn't known any better, she would've thought Rebekah was flirting with her. But the thought was simply ridiculous. She would probably want to leave and find Marcel soon, or some other hot guy. She was probably burden by more kinds of lusts than the one for blood. Werewolf, human, witch, vampire… Bekah was a lot of things, but she didn't see race. Which was one of the qualities that Hayley liked most in her.

A slightly nervous tremor in her legs, Hayley nodded, putting down her glass next to Rebekah's.

"Sure, I'll give it a go… But don't expect us to braid each other's hair or anything." Bekah let out something close to a giggle, and showed her back to Hayley.

The werewolf swallowed hard again, reaching out to brush the thick curls over the right shoulder to give her good access. Watching that perfect, marble skin of her neck and the light, see-through material of her blouse she wasn't sure where to start.

Bekah gave a little encouraging noise and Hayley put her hands down, starting to work her thumbs across the fabric, feeling like a layer of clothes might be a good idea of protection of some sorts.

"Soo, how's it going with my brothers, then?" There was some teasing in the voice, with an undertone of seriousness.

"What, we're having girl talk now?" Hayley teased back, relaxing a little as she worked on the knot under vampire's shoulder blade.

"Yeah, why not. Better take the time when we're alone."

"To be honest, it's not going too well. You know me and Klaus don't exactly get along…"

Bekah's just hummed, moving her neck to the side, obviously enjoying the massage.

"We have come to more of an understanding though, since you took Hope away. He cuts me some slack, and we… talk." Bekah seemed to tense up a bit.

"And how about my perfect brother?" Hayley felt herself blush slightly.

"What about him?" Bekah tensed up even more around the shoulders, maybe because she was laughing hoarsely. Hayley pushed her fingers back, harder, as if to make her wince and wipe away the smirk she was most likely wearing. Hayley couldn't see it, but she could almost feel it.

"Oh, come on. He has been pining after you since you met, and you know it, because you've been like his reflection." Hayley didn't exactly like that description. Pining.

"Well, I do like him, of course. And we… kissed." She stopped the massage as Bekah inhaled sharply. "Sorry, should I stop?" Hayley asked, lifting her hands from her back as if to protect herself from the famous Michelson rage.

"No, you just got to a sore spot, that's all…" Bekah mumbled, and when Hayley didn't continue talking, she said: "Do go on."

"Well, we kissed and it was wonderful-… wait, this is too weird! We are talking about your brother for God's sake…!" When Bekah didn't answer, Hayley went on any way, embarrassed. "He's just so overprotective, I feel like I'm being watched all the time. In the beginning it was kind of charming, but now… It's kind of a buzz-kill. I can take care of myself…"

"You sure can, but a little extra help couldn't hurt… I heard you went… off the bat, so to speak." Bekah said, encouragingly.

"I went a little off board, I guess…" Hayley thought back on the months that she let her killing instincts get the better of her. Slaying witches… she smiled a little at the thought. Not the killing, but the memory of evoking fear in others… To have someone to fight for, it was thrilling. She shook her head as she saw Elijah's judging eyes. "But never mind that. You think I'm being too hard on him?"

"No. I think he needs that. But you don't need a babysitter; if not for Hope. You need to roam free, so to speak, wolf girl. Except maybe with the exception of the witch massacre." Hayley rolled her eyes.

"I wouldn't have put it like that, but yes, you're right."

"Well, it's kind of hot, really." Hayley stopped, hands trembling on the lower part of Bekah's back.

"Excuse me?" The vampire sighed.

"Anyway, this isn't working," Bekah mumbled, squirming away from Hayley, finishing her second glass on the table. "I better get rid of this." Then, to Hayley's great horror, she pulled the blouse over her head, revealing the back of a light pink lace bra.

"Uhm, are you sure…? I…" Bekah just chuckled softly.

"We're all girls here, aren't we? Or is it something you haven't told me?" Hayley fumbled to wipe her sweaty palm on top of her jeans. Her cheeks were terribly flushed from the alcohol and the closeness of Rebekah. She made her feel so uncomfortable, but still not enough to make her stop. Because she could. It would be so easy. But she didn't.

"No! I mean, I just…" She tried to catch her breath, coming up with something cheeky. "Don't think I like you just because I'm giving you a massage. I've been hanging out with your brothers you know, I know the way you Michelson's work."

Bekah laughed out loud at that, pulling her hair to one side.

"Well, that's saying nothing. You're forgetting that I am the only woman in a household of men. Don't knock it 'til you tried it." Hayley managed a laugh too, somewhat strangled.

"I'm too young and unexperienced. Is that what you're saying, Original?"

"Oh, but that can be so easily fixed." Teasing again, Hayley was sure it was only sisterly teasing. Almost sure. She let her trembling fingers move across Bekah's skin. The vampire gave up a little satisfied noise at that. The skin was soft and cool. Hayley quickly realized that her fingers seemed to do wonders; giving the recipient goosebumps. She didn't even know vampire's could get those. A warmth started aching in the pit of her middle, painfully burning at her insides. She tried to ignore it, pulling together her courage to ask about something that was bothering her.

"If this is girl's night, and no, still not braiding your hair-" Bekah laughed again. "-can I just ask you about your experience with women. Except for the pillow fighting, that's what girls talk about, right? I know you must've had some." She bit her lip expectantly, waiting for some muscles to tense. But instead another small laugh came from Bekah.

"Well, I've had plenty. What do you want to know?"

"Uhm, I dunno… how… why did you try it?" Bekah shifted under her touch. Hayley could feel her swallow.

"I tend to think you need to try something to know for sure," she began. "So when I was first seduced by a woman, I was flattered. It was quite late, in the 1700th. We were in London at the time. It was the century of ruffled skirts, golden threads and big hair. She was a little older than I was…" Bekah's voice seemed to be going back to that time as she told the story.

"We were both trying to escape the hordes of men wanting to dance with us, and she grabbed my arm and told her suitors, while fanning herself, that she had been enjoying the punch a little too much and needed an escort to the ladies room. It was perfectly normal to move nowhere without a woman by your side, mind you… good times. Men would always flock around me like puppies, and I could have my way with them if I liked, before compelling them to forget it all. I made sure everyone said I was the perfect, virgin woman. And then I would let men under my skirts every night. It was exhilarating to sneak around. But before that woman, I never knew that simply removing a glove could be so erotic." Hayley felt Bekah tremble underneath her. Or maybe it was her. She swallowed hard, ignoring the feverish heat that had risen to her cheeks.

Her fingers started making long, stroking motions down Bekah's shoulder blades. When she touched the bra, her heart leaped up into her throat. It felt so familiar, seeing a woman's back. She knew how easily it would be to unstrap that bra…

"It's interesting how something can feel so natural and familiar, and at the same time so exhilarating and new." Bekah's voice was like honey. She stopped talking.

"So what did- I mean, did you…?" She swallowed hard again.

"She only kissed me, then. She talked about how boring the men were, and how beautiful I was. At first, I didn't realize what she was saying. I was going to compel her and have a late night snack, but instead… well, she compelled me in a way. She touched my neck, sending shivers down my back…" Hayley's hands were just on Bekah's neck at that moment, and she quickly moved them further down, shivering herself. Bekah's chuckled. "Then she removed my glove and kissed my palm. It was incredible. Then… my lips. A woman's touch is so much softer than a man's, I soon realized. She was just licking my lips when another couple of ladies came in and disrupted our moment. I was quite in chock, so I compelled them to forget about it, and then rushed out of there. I found the first manly suitor and made him take me into his carriage."

Hayley shook her head, feeling hot. Her hands had moved down to Bekah's lower back, massaging the soft skin behind her hip bones. She soft, warm smell of the vampire was slightly intoxicating, and she felt her touch get softer the further Bekah told her about her 'lesbian' adventures. She could feel the heat of that moment in the ladies room. How chocked Rebekah must've been. How desperate she then had been for the touch of a man.

"It was a roughness I welcomed; I knew. It was so simple and familiar. But after I was finished I found myself thinking of her again, and it was like he had never happened. I found myself longing for something and knowing it was a bad idea to let myself have it. It was what they called a disgrace. But then again I was a vampire, if that wasn't the worst kind of disgrace to the ways of the world, I didn't know what. In the eyes of God we were already devils and demons. Why not use it as an excuse? Some of my brothers already did…"

"I'm sure they did…" Hayley said bitterly, trying to calm her breathing. "And that was it…?"

Bekah shook her head, some curls swiping down, tickling Hayley's hands.

"Of course not. I had a lot of women after that. I tracked her down after about 2 years later. Her name was Lady Violet. She was married by then. But she enjoyed teaching me her secrets in seducing women. And I took over her legacy, I guess. Women are nothing like men, Hayley. They're much more work. And it's no fun always compelling people. It's much more entertaining to use your charm."

She looked back across her shoulder at Hayley, her grey eyes having gained back that fierce spark.

"Mhmm." She kept rubbing that same spot, not looking up until she saw Bekah turn her head back around. Then she reached for her glass of scotch and drained it. The cold liquid burned like fire in her chest. It was a soothing pain, waking her up.

"It's different now in the 21st century… They're different… But not easier to seduce." She laughed. "I tend to choose the ones who doesn't even know they like women yet. They're a challenge. A fun one. I found this wonderful woman a year ago… She was gorgeous. A coroner in Boston. Lovely sense of style, I noticed. That's what drew me to her. She was sitting at a bar with a female colleague she was clearly attracted to, and when she was left alone I started talking to her. She was a bit nervous, flattered. But a straight on approach is always the best. She broke when I'd gotten a few glasses of wine in her." She laughed again, at the memory. "It was the way I touched her hands, I believe. And when she brought me home I almost tripped over her tortoise." Her shoulders jumped up and down a few times. Hayley could imagine it, but somehow did not see the humor in it. She was too busy imagining a woman in Bekah's firm grip.

"There's nothing like unzipping a woman's dress, I tell you… and then unhooking her bra. As natural as you do it on yourself…" She mumbled. Hayley had stopped. Those were the same thoughts she'd just had herself. She couldn't stop her trembling hands. Bekah must be feeling it. She pushed herself backwards on the sofa.

"Is that okay? I think my thumbs are getting tired." She gave a nervous laugh, hoping it would excuse her shaking. She gave her empty glass a longing look. Some more liquor would give her the perfect distraction right about now.

Bekah turned around completely and looked at her with those eyes, piercing through her. The front of her breasts was covered in that pretty laced bra. She looked like an underwear model. The bra clenched in just the right places, pushing up her chest so that it seemed to be an invitation. The werewolf looked down.

Hayley didn't want to admit it, but her middle was aching with lust. There was simple no mistaking it; Bekah's stories had evidently turned her on.

"It was really nice, actually…" She moved a hand to Hayley's knee. It was trembling too. Her thumb moved across, and Hayley almost closed her eyes. Bekah smiled.

"Do you want me to give you one?"

"No! I mean, that's alright…" She put her hand on Bekah's to stop her.

"Hayley…?" Hayley met her eyes.

"Mhmm?" Bekah's hand moved so that her thumb was now moving across the inside of her palm. Hayley let out a shaky breath.

"Are you sure you don't want me to?"

"…" She almost whimpered at that. She had never felt so powerless in her entire life. She wanted nothing more. "…No. I guess I'm not. Experimenting can be… fun, you say?"

"…Like I said, you haven't tried a Michelson 'til you tried a woman. You won't know for sure until you tried. And yes, isn't that supposed to be what girl friends do on slumber parties nowadays? Try each other out, to know for sure... For fun, when they're drunk?" She inched closer to Hayley, who couldn't seem to move. Couldn't breath.

"Kissing me is not like kissing my brothers… I'm the best kisser."

"How do you know?"

"Oh, I have several references." She moved slowly, so slowly it hurt. She draped one leg across the werewolves lap, straddling her. Then she let her fingers trace Hayley's cheek, making her close her eyes.

"As long as it's… for experimenting, I guess…" Bekah leaned in to touch their noses.

"Hmm…?" Hayley couldn't say anything else. She, against her better judgment, closed her eyes and soon Bekah's dry, cool, soft lips where on hers like a little whisper. Hayley's hands where on her side. She opened her eyes as Bekah pulled away an inch, and they studied each other. A deep breath that Hayley had been holding let out and she wanted nothing more than to feel that kiss again. Bekah smiled slightly, moving her thumb across the other girl's chin.

"Nothing, huh?" she murmured teasingly. She couldn't possibly miss the wanting in Hayley's eyes. She couldn't possibly hide it. "Well, I guess we better make sure…"

Pushing up so that her elbow rested behind Hayley on the back of the sofa, pushing herself onto Hayley full on, crushing her body against her, she captured Hayley's lips again, but this time it was anything but sweet. She gave her a deep, full on lips kiss, before letting her tongue trace the top of her lip. Hayley opened her mouth and let her tongue out as well, lifting her shaking hands onto the small of Bekah's back and without being able to stop herself, letting out a small moan into Bekah's opened mouth. Her middle, straddled by Bekah, was exploding with warmth. She felt her hips buckle, loosing herself in those seconds of kissing…

Then there was the sound of footsteps approaching, mixing with Hayley's dying moan, Bekah was off her in a flash, pouring herself another drink as Elijah and Klaus came in through the door, knocking as they opened, not expecting anything unusual.

Hayley, still on the sofa, hands at her sides, her whole body achingly pulsating with longing, breathed heavily.

"Hullo ladies," Klaus smiled. "How is our little girl?"

"She's asleep," Bekah said nonchalantly. Klaus smiled and moved into the next room to watch the baby, but Elijah lingered, watching Hayley.

"Are you okay, Hayley? You look a little… flushed." She looked at him and just nodded.

"Yeah, just… tired." Her voice was barely audible. Elijah instead turned to Bekah.

"How come you're not wearing anything, dear sister? This might be your home, but you could at least wear decent clothing. Hayley, I do apologize on her behalf…"

"Oh please, Elijah," Bekah said. "Hales was just giving me a proper massage. Don't be so uptight. It's not like we were making a porno in here or anything." She looked at Hayley with a calm face, but when Elijah looked away she smiled slightly, eyes half closed, peering at the werewolf.

"Don't be so vulgar, Rebekah."

"Oh, I'm used to it now, Elijah." Hayley said, finally finding her voice and with it; her cheekiness. "We were just having some girl talk."

"Well, sorry to bother you in the middle of your bonding then," Klaus said, emerging from the room next door. "What if we'd heard you discussing which one of the One Direction boys are the cutest…"

"Oh please." Hayley said. "We were talking about the hottest vampires in town." Elijah looked at her at that. She noticed he still had a stain where Hope had puked on him. When she glanced at Bekah with a raised eyebrow, she was giving Elijah a cold stare.

"And werewolves." Bekah added, looking back at Hayley. She felt herself blush, smiling and looking away.

"Well, I do regret missing that chat," Klaus said with a hint of boredom in his voice.

"I truly do," Elijah said, smiling softly. Klaus rolled his eyes at that.

"Oh, it was a girl's thing. Nothing you boys would understand." Bekah said nonchalantly.

"Yeah," Hayley agreed, meeting Bekah's piercing gaze. "Sometimes us girls just need some alone time." Then she stood up and left the room, moving towards her baby as if nothing life changing had just happened. It was just for experimenting, she told herself. Then why did she feel like taking a cold shower?

"Snap out of it, Hayley," she mumbled to herself, forgetting that all three vampires in the other room could hear her very well if only they decided to listen. And at least one of them was.

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A/N... So?