Chapter Twenty Six: Starlight
There was a warm, comforting calm about the air tonight. It whispered through the trees, rustling the branches, making their leaves fall in slow spirals.
The trail was marked by the falling leaves, signalling the end of summer, when the world would slowly fade from green to gold to brown. The leaves crunched underfoot as a figure walked between the arching willow trees, their long branches creating a sort of veil that blocked out everything else.
Klaus listened to the sounds of the forest; the distant hooting of an owl, the cry of a coyote, and the bright chirping of the crickets hidden in the marsh beds. He looked up and saw the vast expanse of sky, where the moon was missing, its dark side facing him, leaving behind the brilliant path of stars that streaked across the deep blue blanket.
The howl of a wolf called, making Klaus turn towards the noise. The call echoed from deep within the woods, away from the trail he was on. He felt a pull deep within, answering that call. So he stepped from the worn path, and trekked through the untouched grass, following the howl.
Parting the willow tree's branches, Klaus entered a clearing. There was a lake, with waters dark and smooth like a black mirror, reflecting the night sky almost perfectly. And there, on its banks, sat a familiar looking wolf. Even in the dark, its brown and red coat shone, but it was its eyes that caught Klaus' attention, and drew him even closer. They were gold, and they held laughter within, warm and true.
The wolf then shifted, its form melting into an even more familiar looking woman, who smirked when her now green eyes met Klaus'. "Hey, you."
Klaus went to her, sitting in the grass besides her. "Hello, little wolf. Off for a stroll in the moonlight?"
Hayley arched a brow at him. "That'd be a feat, considering it's a new moon," she teased.
"Starlight, then," he amended. He sat back, leaning against his palm and stretching out his long legs so his feet pointed towards the smooth water.
Hayley mirrored his position, so their hands were side by side in the grass, fingertips brushing. Her gaze towards towards the sky, where the stars reflected like miniature diamonds scattered across those deep green depths.
Klaus felt something tighten in his chest, constricting his lungs, and suddenly he felt the urge to say something, something he had been feeling but perhaps couldn't put into words, until now… Now…
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Klaus opened his eyes slowly.
The lights reflecting on the ceiling were from the sun's rays being split apart against the crystal cut windows, shattered across the white paint in a rainbow.
A soft sigh warmed his neck and cheek. He turned and saw Hayley curled up against his side, her forehead pressed against his shoulder.
It was a dream, he realized.
His fingertips traced the slope of her neck, pausing at the silvery pink mark resting there. It had yet to heal, even after all this time. It was the same for his mark, and he eyed it for a long moment before he continued brushing her golden skin.
Her wine colored birthmark was exposed, as was most of her right side, since the sheet had slipped away from her naked form sometime during the night. He touched that too, circling the curve of the moon, and the tips of the crescent.
When his gaze turned back to her sleeping expression, he was met with a pair of sleepy, hazel green eyes. She blinked slowly, but didn't move, and sighed deeply when she became aware of his touch.
Hayley rolled onto her back, not reacting when the sheet slipped down past her waist, baring herself to Klaus' searching eyes. She watched him as he continued to whisper his fingers across her skin, now down the arches of her collarbone, sliding down the valley between her breasts, then rising back up along the base of her ribcage and up once more to the curve of her throat.
When he began his descent again, he impatiently moved the sheets away from her, not wanting any barrier between him and her.
Hayley stretched beneath him, one long, lazy arch, her eyes now much more focused, and were heavy lidded for a new reason. It was the same heated look she had given him last night, after he had given her that promised foot rub, which had turned into a sensual massage, then into heated sex after her gaze turned like it was turning now.
Klaus found himself craving that look, when the color of her eyes were neither green nor gold, but a heated mix of the two, like emerald dipped in gold. And at the beckoning of his hand, he could draw out of the gold for much longer.
Hayley cried out when soon enough, but not soon enough for her, his fingers had abandoned their gentle exploration over her body, and had slipped in between her legs, teasing at the wet heat there.
Klaus curved his fingers inside her, beckoning her within, hitting that patch of nerves that had her tightening around the digits almost instantly. When his tongue lowered to tease the knot of nerves above her entrance, he was met with a pair of thighs clamping around his head, drawing him closer, squeezing him close. A hand slipped into his hair, and he groaned when her nails raked across his scalp, tugging and pulling in time with the bucking of her hips.
His gaze lifted to watch her rise up, her back arching from the mattress, her sides heaving as her breaths came in shorter, more erratic gasps. Her eyes were now closed, her head thrown back against the pillows, lost in the throes of pleasure.
Klaus pressed his tongue down against her clit firmly, while simultaneously pumping his fingers in and out of her in short, rapid thrusts, and felt her come undone around him. Her thighs squeezed his head, and her hot, wet walls pulsed and clamped down around his fingers as her body stiffened, a final cry echoing the walls of the room as she came.
Moving up the length of her body, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to her damp skin, Klaus settled himself between her now relaxed thighs, then thrusted inside of her. He bit down on his mark, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to keep her from moving much.
Hayley groaned at the sudden move, her body still quaking from her release, pulsing around him like an unsteady heartbeat. She gripped his shoulders, as though to anchor herself down, then to hold onto something as he began moving.
Klaus slid a hand down her side, cupping a hand under her hip, lifting her leg over his waist, burying himself deeper inside her. He growled her name when she squeezed him, her velvety walls encasing him perfectly, driving him up to his release sooner than he wished.
He tried to slow himself down, to drive her up with him, but she didn't need the extra prompting. Her body was already tensing beneath his, and when she dug her nails into his lower back, he gave a shout before he began to drive into her harder, with more purpose.
Hayley buried her face into his shoulder, her hot breath echoing in his ears, along with his name being repeated. It made him feel powerful, but the tables were too quickly turned when she would tightened her muscles purposefully around him, making him moan her name.
Klaus lost control when he felt her teeth grazing against the mark on his shoulder, and with a feral snarl, he slammed inside her, again and again, until that hot coil within sprung loose and he found his release on a shout. Hayley followed quickly, whimpering as her body shook against his, tightening and releasing at once.
Hayley quivered as she rode out the last of her climax, her nails still embedded deeply in Klaus' skin. He still held onto her hip and thigh, his grip rough, but not bruising. He panted against her shoulders, hot gusts of air ruffling the soft, damp hair by Hayley's ear softly.
With a sigh, Klaus rolled off of her, moving off the bed. In the same fluid movement, he scooped her up into his arms, making her squeal in shock as the cool air hit her heated, naked skin.
He carried her into the bathroom and proceeded to sit her down on the edge of the tub, which made her hiss at the cool tile against her bare bottom. He merely smirked, kissing the tip of her nose, which she wrinkled in response.
With dark, satisfied eyes, Hayley watched as he drew them a bath, then smiled and rolled her eyes when he stepped in and reached out for her. But she gave him her hand, and allowed him to pull her into the warm, scented water.
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The inside of the witch's shop smelled like incense and sage, which Hayey inhaled deeply as she walked inside.
"Can I help you?"
Hayley turned and saw a young girl, about sixteen or so, standing by the register. "Is Sophie in?"
"She's out on her lunch break. Do you need something?"
Hayley noted the bored expression on the teenager's face. "Nope, just Sophie. You work for her?"
"You could say that."
Lifting her brow at the odd response, Hayley touched a bowl of loose stones and crystals, rifling through them.
"She's not going to be back for another hour so…"
Hayley turned towards the necklace tree, which still held a fair amount of necklaces. She brushed her finger over a silver one, then hissed a little when the silver burned her skin.
"Wait, you're a werewolf?"
Turning towards the teen, Hayley gave her a cautious look.
The girl rolled her eyes dramatically. She picked up one of the stones Hayley had been looking at, then seemed to concentrate. The stone then lifted from her palm, floating in front of Hayley, before slowly falling back into the bowl.
"You're a witch," Hayley stated rather than asked.
"It runs in the family."
Hayley turned towards Sophie's voice, and saw the older witch leaning against the doorway. "Family?"
Sophie moved forward, plucking another stone from the bowl, flipping it over like a coin midair over and over. "Davina is my sister."
Hayley glanced back at the teenager. "We didn't introduce ourselves."
"Wait, is this the werewolf you told me about? The Werewolf Queen?" Davina asked, her dark eyes lighting up.
"Why does everyone insist on calling me that?" Hayley muttered. She glared at Sophie, snatching the stone away from her. "You told her about me? Who else in the witch community knows about me?"
"Just the coven," Sophie answered casually.
Hayley's gaze now turned dangerous. "And how many of you are there in this coven?"
"Right now? Just me and Davina. Oh, and Bonnie."
"Bonnie," Hayley repeated.
"That got old last time," Sophie remarked, referring to Hayley's tendency to repeat whatever she said.
"Sophie!" Hayley snapped. "I need to keep a low profile."
Davina and Sophie scoffed. The former raised her brows at Hayley. "There's no way anyone doesn't know who you are. You were the star the other night. Killer dress, by the way."
"Pun intended," Sophie finished, grinning.
Hayley rolled her eyes upwards. "I didn't kill anyone," she huffed irritably.
"Doesn't matter. You're Klaus Mikaelson's girlfriend. You're basically a celebrity," Davina said on a shrug.
"I'm not his…" Hayley trailed off when the witches gave her interested looks. "Look, I'm not his anything, okay? Drop it. Sophie, this isn't why I came here."
"Need your palm read? I don't think you need me to tell you you're going to get lucky tonight, your aura is practically glowing with satisfaction."
Davina snorted, clapping a hand over her mouth, eyes dancing with mirth.
When Hayley gave her a withered glare, Sophie reached out, smacking her arm teasingly. Hayley jerked away, and her shirt opened, baring the silvery pink scar on her shoulder to the witch's gaze.
"Whoa," they breathed in unison.
"Holy fuck, is that a mating mark?" Sophie all but shrieked, reaching out to tug at Hayley's shirt. "Girlfriend, my ass! You're his fucking mate!"
"In more ways than one!" Davina shouted excitedly, which made both witches snicker.
Hayley snarled, pulling away from the witches, adjusting her shirt. She bitterly thought about wearing turtlenecks from now on. "I'm not his mate," she growled. "There's no such thing."
"Really?" Davina asked, looking disappointed.
"Then what the fuck is that?" Sophie demanded, eyes locked on Hayley's shoulder.
"It's… Argh, I don't need to explain what it is!" Hayley exclaimed, throwing up her hands. "You know what, never mind! I don't know why I came here."
"Oh c'mon, werewolf girl-,"
"It's Hayley!" Hayley screamed, turning on the witch, eyes burning gold.
The witch stepped back, expression sombering.
Hayley gave her a final glare before storming outside, the door to the shop slamming behind her.
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Hayley went back inside the Abattoir, fuming. She went to the kitchens first, needing a glass of water, or maybe something stronger.
Kol Mikaelson was sitting at the counter, holding a beer in one hand, while the other was holding his phone. His fingers seemed to fly over the screen. Then he straightened, having realized he was no longer alone. When he saw Hayley, he grinned at her.
"You look like you need one," he said, lifting his beer bottle.
Hayley huffed, blowing the hair from her eyes. "Or two."
Kol chuckled, standing to pull another beer from the fridge. He tossed it at her, which she caught with ease. He leaned against the counter. "You look awfully irritated being someone who keeps half the town up all hours of the day and night by sounding… not so irritated."
Hayley filed away her embarrassment for later. She lifted a brow at him, sitting up so she could prop her feet up. "So? You aren't as quiet as a church mouse either."
"That'd be boring," Kol stated, smirking.
"That's so much worse," Hayley agreed, giving him an equally smug smirk.
Klaus walked in, having heard Hayley from the other room. He leaned down to kiss her, ignoring his brother. "Hello, love."
"Yes, hello, Nik. How are you today? I'm fine, thanks for asking."
Klaus aimed an exasperated look at his younger brother. "Kol, I have seen your mug for the better part of a thousand years. I'd prefer it if I could only look at Hayley's loveliness right now."
"And here I thought family was everything," Kol sighed dramatically, standing so he could slip out of the kitchen while shaking his head.
Klaus rolled his eyes towards Hayley. "I do hope he wasn't bothering you."
"Kol? I like him. He's so…" Hayley made a small gesture. "Relaxed."
"That's a word for it," Klaus snorted. "Did you run your errand?"
Hayley felt her irritation resurface. "No. Sophie and her little sister were too busy teasing me about me being your girlfriend to help me."
"My girlfriend?" Klaus repeated, eyebrows shooting up.
Hayley sighed sharply, tugging her shirt to the side slightly, showing him the mark pointedly. "Do you think I'd look good in turtlenecks?" she asked, her lips twisting into a pout.
Klaus smiled, leaning over to kiss away the frown. "You'd look divine in anything, or nothing at all."
"Nice," Hayley said, kissing him more firmly. "Good to know."
"Why were you going to see Sophie?"
Sighing, Hayley leaned an elbow on the table. "I wanted to see if she know or heard anything about the Hunters. They keep attacking then slinking off, and this game of cat and mouse is getting old fast."
"Mm. Will you try again tomorrow?"
Hayley's eyes narrowed. "If I don't kill her first."
"Oh, you really have been around me for far too long," Klaus teased.
"I know, you're a terrible influence," Hayley agreed, leaning forward again to brush her lips against his.
"Have I corrupted you then, little wolf?" Klaus asked, his gaze now heated.
"Mmm, almost. I think you're almost there."
Klaus' hand slid up her thigh slowly. "Almost?"
Hayley quivered. "Almost!"
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Originals.
Author's Note: Poor Hayley. Dealing with snarky witches can't be fun. Don't worry, Davina and Sophie won't always be immature.
XXxxKlayleyLoverxxXX: To answer your question, yes, Elijah likes Hayley but not "in that way". Elijah's hung up on someone else at the moment...
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