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So, here's another chapter for you lovelies. I suck at updating, I know. I apologize profusely and beg your forgiveness.
WARNINGS: blood drinking, fangs and light sexualness (stripping). As such, I will end up changing this story to M. No smuttyness, but I want to be on the safe side.
Chapter 27
They spent the entire rest of the day and night in bed together. A white light that sparkled every colour of the rainbow, like opal in the sun, shone out from them. It bound them. Neither would noticed the marks until the following day.
They went downstairs for breakfast with everyone else. Finn and Nik each had a place at one head of the table, clockwise it went, Finn, Sage, Elijah, Sara, Klaus, Rebekah and finally Kol to the right side of Finn. Breakfast proceeded as normal, with bickering and their typical family banter. The normality was broken when Sara couldn't take it any longer.
"So, um, I'm just going to ask. Have you guys decided?" She made sure to make eye contact with Sage, Rebekah and Kol, the only three not bound to her.
"Darling, if it means I never lose you again, I will. Plus, I like being tied up by you." Kol winked at her. For a moment, Sara couldn't help but wonder if he even realized he was antagonizing his brother or if it had just become such a habit that it was permanent fixture in his personality.
Elijah stiffened at the comment but relaxed when Sara's hand found it's way to his thigh. Ignore him 'Lijah. Elijah jumped a little at the sound of her mind in his head, causing both Finn and Klaus laughed.
"You get used to it brother." Niklaus told him.
Elijah turned very seriously to his lover. "I surely hope his voice does not sound like that in your head." Sara only looked at him confused. My love, it's quite intimate.
"No, he doesn't sound like that." Elijah's voice was seductive. It was somewhere between a growl of passion and an intimate whisper. It sounded as if he was speaking huskily into her ear. Sara suppressed the shiver that ran down her spine. It took her longer than she'd care to admit before she was able to compose herself.
Getting back to business the witch turned her eyes toward the two women. "I already love you as a sister." Rebekah said, noticing her glance. That was the blonde's way of saying she accepted and it made Sara smile.
Sage looked hesitant. "I'd like time to think about it if that's alright." Sara nodded. "Finn and I need to be alone and reacquaint ourselves. We leave tomorrow."
The others had expected it. They knew 900 years was too long to mourn someone, to be without them. Sara tried to imagine that long without Elijah and she blinked back a single tear. It would be heart wrenching, but the reunion would be absolutely blissful.
"Of course." Sara spoke for the family like she'd always been there.
"Finn! Before you run off into the sunset, I am going to take your blood." Nik spoke to his brother in a demanding, no-room-for-debate, voice. The other siblings looked at him irritated and confused.
The newest family member decided to diffuse the tension. "He wants it for me. In case." This eased the entire family. Hearing the reason behind the request Finn agreed whole heartedly and without a moments hesitation.
Rebekah looked at her family tentatively. "I will be returning to Mystic Falls. I want to finish my school year."
"You wish to abandon your family for a mundane human life? How pathetic Rebekah." Klaus spoke harshly to his sister. He stood to walk towards her, but Sara thrust him back into his chair.
What happened to making up for your wrongs?!
She wants to leave!
No, she wants to experience more from life. Rebekah wants a chance to have fun and be normal. She's been the Original and the sister of Niklaus Mikaelson her whole life. She needs freedom, Niki. She needs to be her own person. Mostly, she needs you to support and accept her decision.
Klaus hung his head for a moment before looking at his sister. "I'm sorry. I do not like you being away from where I can protect you. If you so wish to have a human experience, I will attempt to support it."
The entire family turned to him in shock. Rebekah was smiling with tears of joy filling and overflowing her oceanic eyes. She stood and ran to her brother jumping in his lap and hugging him tightly. "Thank you Nik!" Rebekah kissed her brother's forehead and looked at the witch, with a radiant smile. "Thank you Sara."
Sara blushed. "He wants to be a good brother. Even when he's an ass he's just trying to protect you. Someone just has to make him stop and think for a moment every now and then." Klaus glared at her and she blew him a kiss. She knew he hated talking about how he felt, but she also knew every deep desire he had. The witch had promised herself that she would help this family as best she could. That was all what she was trying to do.
Finn and Kol had cleared the table while Sara and Elijah did dishes. Niklaus was off doing something none of them bothered to ask about. The blonde and red headed duo were packing things while discussing where Sage should take Finn. All of the dishes were dry and Sara stood on her tip toes trying to place a cup back into its proper placed in the cupboard. The shirt she had on rode up and she heard someone gasp behind her.
"What the bloody hell is that?" Rebekah asked. Sara turned to see what she was talking about only to find the gathered family staring at her.
"What?" Her panic rose.
Niklaus felt the emotion flowing off of her and rushed into the room. He noticed his entire family staring at the witch. Fear rose within the hybrid, leading to irritation when nobody did or said anything. "Would someone explain what is going on?"
Instead of an answer Kol sped to Sarafina's side and pulled her shirt up to just under her bra. "Bloody hell, you have a handprint on your hip."
Sara looked down trying to figure out what he meant. Sure enough, there was a handprint scar on her hip. It was positioned as if someone was holding her hip, fingers wrapped around to the back. It had the look of a scar that had long since healed. Instead of being an angry raised red mark, or even a pink healing scar, it was pale and even with her other skin.
She reached unconsciously, as if in a trance, for Elijah's right hand and placed it over the mark.
It fit perfectly.
The entire mark tingled with his touch. Looking into his chocolate eyes she knew his hand felt the same as the skin it was touching. "Cause my life wasn't weird enough." A nervous giggle escaped her pink lips. Sara rolled her eyes and pulled her shirt back down.
"Don't you think we should discuss this?" Niklaus asked her as she went to leave the kitchen. He was amazed that she barely reacted to a new and permanent mark being placed upon her skin. Especially a mark that bright said to the world that was claimed.
Sara turned back to him. "Why not roll with the punches?"
Kol, who found the entire situation much too amusing, turned to his elder brother abruptly. "Strip!" The youngest male looked almost giddy.
"I beg your pardon?"
The entire group was focused on Kol. They weren't quite sure why he was bouncing nor why he was telling his elder brother to remove his clothes. "Let us see if you are marked."
"Nope! Nuh-uh!" Sara walked forward holding Elijah's hand. "Only person that gets to inspect him naked is me!"
She dragged him out of the room and to their bedroom.
Sarafina closed the door and leaned against it, arms crossed over her chest. Obviously waiting for him to remove his clothes, she watched with lust filled eyes. It took him a while to catch up with her train of thought. Elijah's mind was still occupied with the knowledge that every man would know she was his. Once his animalistic side calmed down he began stripping.
His movements were slow, methodic. The man knew exactly what he was doing to her and wished to prolong it. First, his suit jacket hit the floor, followed by his tie. This shoes and socks were removed hastily, all the while keeping his dark eyes trained on the beauty before him. Her hawk-like gaze followed him hands as they slowly untucked his shirt, and moved upwards to open each button. The soft shirt slid down his arms slowly and she couldn't help but fantasize that it were her hands moving over his shoulders and down his arms in lieu of the light blue shirt.
All she wanted in that moment was some provocative music and something soft to fall on if she fainted.
He paused momentarily, waiting till her eyes met his. What he saw were pupils blown so wide, there was barely any of the sky blue left around them. His tongue swept along his lip and her eyes followed it, mouth falling open. The witch was practically panting. Slowly his hands moved to his slacks, unbuttoning them so they to could join the growing pile of fine clothing on the floor. The vampire stepped from their confines, repeating the action with his boxer briefs.
He stood before her in all of his beautifully carved, vampire glory. The witch knew that even in death, nothing could compare to the heaven she felt in that moment. Before her stood her soul mate; bare, beautiful and waiting for her.
Shaking the cobwebs from her mind, she moved towards the man she loved. There were no obvious marks on the front side of his body. Her finger tips danced across his chest as she moved around him to look at his back. Sure enough there was her hand print on his shoulder blade. It was positioned as if she was holding on to his back from in front of or, in this case, from beneath him.
Elijah was waiting for her to say something or to feel anything abnormal.
Suddenly, he froze unable to move. He couldn't turn his head to figure out what the noise was behind him. Although, when Sara stepped in front of him, wearing only her lingerie he knew it had been her removing her clothes. She approached him with a predatory glint in her eyes and he found himself free to move. All thoughts of the mark were lost when she grabbed his face kissing him passionately.
On instinct his dominant hand moved to her hip and a jolt of lust shot through them both. His bare palm connecting with the mark sent shock waves through their veins. As Elijah's left hand left her unmarked side and moved to grip her face, in turn Sara slid her right hand down his chest. The caress was almost ticklish but it ignited his already heated skin. She mirrored his hand on her hip before sliding her hand slowly, gently up his back. The moment her hand rested on his scarred flesh they were lost to the world.
Desire coursed through their veins. They were addicts to the pleasure wrought of the other. Without noticing, they found themselves in bed their remaining clothes forgotten. Elijah's tongue explored her mouth with hunger. He passed his tongue along her lip and she shivered.
When she nipped the beautiful soft flesh of his lips he growled deep in his throat. The vampire's control shattered and he switched their position so he was on top of her. His mouth moved to her neck and his fangs lightly scratched her throat. A small trickle of blood escaped only to be caught hungrily by his tongue. The taste was indescribable. In all his centuries, he'd never had anything as magnificent as Sarafina Salvatore. Elijah had to dig out every vestige of control so to not feed off her without permission.
The noble Original sucked on her pulse point. It was the only way he could control his sudden hunger. Worshipping the fragile skin, that separated him from the thing he wanted most in that moment, kept him from driving his fangs through her tender flesh to reach the nectar.
He almost lost himself when she tilted her head further. The silent invitation took him by surprise. Elijah raised his eyes to meet hers, searching. Looking for an indication she was unsure, his gaze bore into hers. The pure joy was indescribable when he found no uncertainty within the woman he loved.
His lips slowly lowered back to her neck. He lavished the skin gently. Elijah's tongue ran up her neck, before his breath ghosted across the wet flesh. A shiver coursed through her body. Sara's eyes glazed over with such need he felt honoured to receive it. With one last searching glance, the vampire sunk his fangs into her neck.
The taste on his tongue was euphoric. Every cell in his body was alight with the passion it elicited. Her love and lust washed over his palette in a sweet dance he wouldn't soon forget. A moan escaped both their throats simultaneously.
Sarafina felt a slight pain in her mouth. Through the haze his mouth created she thought she had bitten down on her lip, tongue or cheek.
Without conscious thought she started kissing the side of his neck in turn. The action spurred him on. He drank very slowly from her neck, doing his best to make this experience last. He didn't know if he would be able to taste her again anytime soon. Elijah wanted this memory tattooed on his brain. He never wanted to forget this; even if he could do it every day for the rest of his life.
They both froze when a set of fangs slid delicately into the Original's neck.
Sorry,
-Nicole