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"By the power of Grayskull?!"
Caroline collapses beside Klaus in an uproar of laughter. "Oh my god...by the power...of...Grayskull," she says again between giggles. "What does that even mean?!" She is practically doubled over and clutching her stomach as tears begin to prick at her eyes.
Klaus runs his hands down his face in humiliation. He couldn't help it. Those particular words have been uttered by him many times in the past, but always in the privacy of his own bedroom or the shower and never when he's actually with someone. "Nothing...it means nothing," he presses his lips together and closes his eyes.
Caroline's giggles begin to wane when she sees the horror struck expression on Klaus' face. She clears her throat and dabs the tears away from her eyes and attempts speaking to him with a straight face. She licks her lips and pushes a smile back before asking, "So...what's it from?"
"I'd rather not say," he says and continues to stare up at the ceiling; wishing he could go back in time and say anything else, or better yet, nothing at all.
"Well, whatever it was...it was awesome!" Caroline exclaims and rolls onto her side to face him. "I'm not sure who Grayskull is, but whatever power you got from him was outstanding!"
He turns his head to the side and notices she's genuinely smiling at him. His embarrassment washes slowly away when he notices her post-coital glow and the look of pure joy emanating from her face. "It's actually a 'what' not a 'who'," he confesses.
"What?"
"Grayskull is a 'what' not a 'who'," he says with a defeated smirk. He's already screamed it, he might as well just tell her what it is.
"Oooh, tell me more," she laughs and shimmies closer to him to wrap his arm around her so she can nestle into his chest.
He looks down at her blonde head and continues, "Castle Grayskull is the enchanted fortress that He-Man calls upon before battle."
Caroline snorts out another giggle and throws her hand to her mouth to try and suppress it. She's trying to make him feel better about his choice words, not embarrass him any further but she can't stop herself from laughing. However, her laughter is accompanied with a soft chuckle and then the shaking of Klaus' chest, indicating that he is becoming just as amused as she is by the situation.
"Augh, I can't believe I said that," he laughs heartily and runs his hands down his face again.
"I thought it was cute," she offers and tilts her head to peer up at him. Their laughter recedes and she pushes up and kisses him.
She presses her tongue against his, soft and tender, before running her hand down his face and opening her mouth wider. She moans into his mouth and starts to drift back to their throws of passion. His incredible body working so hard beneath her and bringing her so much pleasure and the memory is causing her arousal to start all over again. It's interrupted, however, when Caroline thinks of his orgasmic response and laughs into his mouth.
He just shakes his head and sighs, "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"
"Probably not," she shakes her head and rolls onto her back, her whole body beginning to convulse again with amusement.
"Oh, it's just sooooo funny, isn't it?" he reaches his hands out and begins to tickle her sides, causing her to spasm even more.
"No, stop...STOP!" she says between laughs and tries to inch away from him. He rolls over on top of her and grabs both her hands; pinning them over her head. She shifts and arches her back underneath him, trying to scoot her way out of his grasp, but it's no use. He's had just about enough of her giggles and stops her mouth with another kiss.
When their lips separate he's accomplished his task when her face relaxes and her sniggers subside. He lets go of her hands and she immediately begins to trace her fingers over his chest and stops at his tattoo. The one over his heart.
"What is this?" she asks as her finger traces the outline.
"A tattoo," he responds nonchalantly.
"I know it's a tattoo," she gives him a playful eye roll. "But what is it?"
"I don't think you can handle anymore of my geekiness tonight," he assures her and rolls back over to his back.
She cuddles back up to him and says, "Come on, I promise I won't laugh..."
"I'm not afraid you'll laugh. I'm afraid that the meaning behind it is going to get you all hot and bothered again, and I'm still recuperating," he shrugs and relaxes with his hands behind his head.
She doesn't respond, only tilts her head at him and bats her eyelashes, letting her femininity do the persuading for her. He rolls his eyes and says, "Fine, I'll tell you."
Men are so easy.
"Do you know who the X-Men are?"
"Is that the movie with the bald guy in the wheelchair?"
Klaus shakes his head at her innocence. If she wasn't so damn cute he'd scoff at her and rebuke her for not knowing the pop culture, mutant phenomena. But instead he just nods his head and says, "Yes." She seems positively proud of herself for knowing what little she does, and so he rewards her with more of the truth. "This is the symbol that Professor X's X-Men wear on their superhero suits."
"Oh." She looks down at it in contemplation. "And this one?" she asks and traces her hands up to the large circular symbol on his shoulder.
"Captain America."
She lets out an amused laugh through her nose.
"What?"
"It just seems slightly ironic that a guy from England likes Captain America."
"He's badass," he says with no shame, "and he sort of holds this universal value of truth, and loyalty, but isn't afraid to get his hands dirty when it comes to the people he loves." He runs his hand over the Captain's shield. "I don't know, I just think people can relate. I know I can."
"I can see that...not to mention Chris Evans is super hot," she says, and he chuckles when she wiggles her eyebrows with a flash of humor and lust in her eyes.
Her hand continues to roam down his ribs and makes him lift up off the mattress to see the pin-up girl underneath. At least she thinks she's a pin-up girl. "She's very pretty. Who is she?"
He's actually quite proud of this one. He drew her himself and the artist tattooed her perfectly. "That...is Emma Frost."
Caroline hadn't really noticed her before. She's hidden under his arm and placed almost entirely on his back. A blonde beauty stares back at her, her body illuminated from head to toe in a white shimmer. She has on about as much clothes as Caroline was wearing earlier - small white panties, a white corset that's barely closed, a long white cape with fur around the neck, and tall white 'fuck me' boots. Her hair is a pale yellow and it's cascading down her shoulders in soft curls, and her eyes are an unnaturally light blue. "Where is she from?"
"She's from the same comic book as the guy in the wheelchair and she's my favorite."
"I can see why," she raises her eyebrows in a knowing way and glances back and forth between him and the busty blonde ink.
He turns to his side and props himself up on his elbow. "You wanna know what her power is?"
She nods her head emphatically.
"She can turn her entire skin...into diamonds."
Caroline's eyes grow wide. "That's so cool," she says with sincerity. "I can only imagine how beautiful she would actually look."
"Well..." he brushes the side of her face with his knuckles, "even if she were standing in front of us right now, I can promise you that...she'd almost be as beautiful as you."
Caroline smiles at his sentiment and places her hand over his, turning her face into his palm. She places a chaste, yet sensual kiss on the heel of his hand before scooting closer to him and nestling back into his embrace.
Klaus sighs and closes his eyes while moving his hand up and down her arm. He isn't sure what he's done in the past that would warrant the good fortune of Caroline crossing his path, but he isn't going to question it, he's going to enjoy it. Girls like Caroline are once in a lifetime.
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Katherine's eyes blink open when the invasive sunlight dances across her eyelids. She peers at the clock and notices the time, smiling into the pillow, when she realizes how rested she feels. She rolls over and stretches her hands behind her, pressing her fingers into the headboard and feeling the stretch through her arms and torso. She moves her head to the other side, humming a gentle sigh of contentment when she sees a naked Elijah smiling over at her.
"You waking up beside me is starting to become a habit," he tells her.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she mews and rolls on her side to scoot closer to him.
"Well, you do have a tendency to steal the covers at night and you make this odd clicking noise with your tongue while you sleep," he begins but quickly stops talking when Kat shoots him one of her signature glares. "But...other than that," he starts again hesitantly, "your skin is quite soft." He runs his hand along her arm. "Your hair smells nice." He twirls his fingers in one of her curls. "And your presence in my bed makes me wonder how I slept all these years without you in it."
Like the Grinch experiencing love and kindness on Christmas for the first time, Katherine's heart swells ten times its normal size. She leans forward and gently kisses him on the nose, and then each eyebrow before brushing her lips against his. "You are a fascinating man, Elijah Mikaelson."
"Ironically, you're not the first person to tell me that."
Elijah doesn't understand the little lilt of laughter that bubbles out of her. He is being completely serious, so he chalks it up to complicated feminine wiles and asks, "Would you like some breakfast Katherine?"
She cups his face and nods. "That would be really nice."
Elijah turns away from her and Kat admires his backside as he steps from the bed. His long torso and broad shoulders bringing flashes of their lovemaking to her mind. The first night was all teeth and claws, the gentleman showing his own sexual prowess after his heartfelt, but strained, apology at the restaurant that night.
Jeremy had left with the Nerd Herd and so Elijah offered to take her home. After another heated debate about a particular superhero and his hammer, Elijah couldn't handle how much Katherine's comic book knowledge turned him on. He tried to be a gentleman about it, he really did, but Kat was just as turned on as he was. Blame it on his accent and that fucking. Gorgeous. Suit.
When he pulled up to her house and put the car in park, she jumped him, and before she knew it, they were in her bedroom, tearing each other's clothes off. Okay...so Elijah had to hang his suit up before he was fully committed, but once he did, it was only a matter of time before his hands and mouth were devouring every part of her.
Last night, however, his demeanor was different. He explored and caressed her like she's never experienced before. He took his time running his mouth along each of her curves, using his hands gently as they rolled across her breasts and down her body, all the while keeping eye contact with her as he moved slowly and deeply inside of her.
She continues to take in his naked form, her gaze lingering at his tight, bounce-a-quarter-of-it ass, when she bites her bottom lip and says, "Elijah?"
"Yes, Katherine?" Even the way he says her name gets her going.
"I changed my mind about breakfast."
"Oh, are you not hungry?" he turns and walks back to her with slight concern on his brow.
Kat stands up on her knees, letting the blankets drift away from her naked body. She runs her hands up his chest and down his back before clutching onto his firm ass. "Oh, I'm hungry," she says in a low and heady tone and pushes him back onto the bed to straddle him. "But not for breakfast."
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Klaus is resenting Elijah's early call time even more than he did before. They had agreed to get as early a start as they could, but that was before he realized he'd be leaving Caroline's bed to get there on time. All he wanted to do after last night was stay there and continue feeling her warm body against him, kissing down her milky white skin and revelling in the way she quivered and shuddered around him as he moved in and out of her.
Fuck you, Elijah, and your damn 9am wake up call!
It's now 9:01 and he can already hear his brother's pretentious voice in his head.
9:01 is not 9 o'clock, Niklaus.
Caroline tried to keep him there, coaxing and luring him back to bed as many times as she could. He still had to go home to shower and change, and so he finally and regretfully left her with a lingering kiss and a promise to call. Although, Caroline did suggest a hot shower at her place so he could stay a bit longer, but he knew if he were in the presence of her naked, wet body - come tomorrow morning - Comicon would have come and gone.
He and his brothers plan an annual trip every year to their city's Convention and it is always the most anticipated event of the year for the comic book collecting boys. Not to mention as shop owners they get bulk discounts and are the first to preview some of the new local comics that are coming out in the fall. Elijah and Klaus are always talking strategy, looking for new ways to bring more people into the store. There's nothing better than to be surrounded by the very people who make their business boom; whether it's their suppliers or customers.
Kol on the other hand takes every opportunity that arises to hit on the cosplay ladies. He follows the first short skirt and heaving bosom he finds and they typically don't see him again for the rest of the day.
He's walking briskly down the sidewalk now and sees his younger brother approaching from the other direction. "We're late!" he hollers.
"I know!" Kol rolls his eyes and they enter Elijah's apartment building together.
"Wait?" Kol turns to Klaus. "Why are you late?"
"Why are you late?" Klaus repeats back to him, deflecting the question. The last thing he needs is Kol tormenting him with questions about Caroline for the entire drive there.
Kol pushes the elevator button and as they wait Klaus tries to keep his composure. No need to give him any clue as to what happened last night. He sees Kol staring at him from the side but he doesn't look over, he just continues to stare at the descending numbers above the elevator.
Kol eyes him suspiciously. He knows he went on a date with Caroline last night but there is no way he got lucky. No fucking way...
"Klaus?"
"Hm?"
"So...what happened on your date last night?" he asks and leans against the wall in front of Klaus with his arms folded, forcing his way into Klaus' eye line.
"What do you mean?" Klaus asks innocently.
"Anything you wanna share with your little brother?"
"Nope," he answers quickly and reaches forward to push the elevator button again. Although he and Kol both know that's not going to magically make the elevator get there any sooner.
"Come on, Klaus, stop avoiding the question. What happened?"
"Nothing happened," he snaps but can't help the small smirk that rises at the corner of his mouth.
Kol's eyes get wide, he's seen enough of his brother's demeanor to come to a conclusion on his own. "No way!" he says in shock and pushes himself off the wall. "There's no way!"
Klaus adjusts his glasses, giving Kol even more of an indicator that his assumptions are right. "Oh my God, she actually had sex with you...I don't believe it..."
The elevator doors open just in time, and Klaus walks briskly into it with Kol right behind.
"You lucky bastard!"
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The elevator opens and Kol's incessant questions continue.
"How?"
"When?"
"Where?"
"What?"
Klaus continues to ignore him, and shakes his head in annoyance. He suddenly feels like he just stepped into a Looney Tunes cartoon where he's Spike the bulldog and Kol is Chester, the little emphatic and overly enthusiastic mutt that follows him around.
"Hey hey, you want us to dig up some bones, Klaus? Anything you like, Klaus. Cause you and I are pals, right Klaus?"
"Hey Klaus, you wanna play ball? You wanna play ball, Klaus? Do ya? Do ya wanna?"
"Hey Klaus, you wanna chase some girls? You wanna? We can chase up some girls and have a little fun, huh Klaus? You wanna?!"
He's tempted to take his cue from Spike and give his brother a blow to the head but reaches Elijah's door first and takes it out on it; knocking a bit more aggressively than is necessary.
Elijah opens the door immediately saving Kol from some head trauma but causing the younger Mikaelsons to stare unbelievingly at their brother. Elijah is still in his pajama pants and shirtless and his hair is looking uncharacteristically unkempt. He is holding a cup of coffee and is nowhere near being dressed and ready to go. Klaus and Kol look down at their watches simultaneously...maybe they got the time wrong.
"Hello, brothers," Elijah says. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Are you fucking kidding me, Elijah? Comicon!"
Elijah opens the door and lets his brothers step inside. "Oh. I forgot," he says calmly.
Images of Caroline's waiting and naked body and the extended time he could have spent with her, come rushing to Klaus' mind. He clenches his fists at his side and throws his head back in disgust. "We raced over here and you're not even ready?!"
"I'm sorry I got...distracted," he offers cooly.
"You don't get distracted, Elijah! You're the responsible one that keeps the two of us from getting distracted," Kol says and flicks a finger between he and Klaus. "If you didn't do it, Elijah, our lives would be complete chaos!"
"Well, this is true. Pardon my tardiness." He nods politely at them and walks back toward his kitchen to rinse his mug and place it in the dishwasher. "I'll go get dressed."
"Elijah, do you have an extra toothbr-"
Katherine emerges from Elijah's bedroom wearing nothing but one of his white dress shirts and a look of horror. Her eyes are as wide as saucers and her mouth is practically on the floor when she notices his little brothers gaping at her in the same manner.
She breaks out of her stupor and whips her head around toward the kitchen. "ELIJAH?!" she screeches indignantly at him and races back into the bedroom.
Klaus and Kol stare at the now empty door frame where a tussle of brown curls and angry swearing just emerged back into.
Klaus puts his hands out in front of him as though he's trying to stop the world from turning so he can assess the current situation. What the hell just happened?
"Did you...did you have coitus with her, Elijah?" he asks with subtle amusement playing throughout his features.
"Twice," Elijah replies and casually holds up two fingers.
"SHUT UP, ELIJAH!" they hear Kat scream from the bedroom.
Klaus begins to chuckle while Kol is still dazed and confused. He blinks rapidly to wake himself up and turns to his older brothers. He looks between Klaus and Elijah, feeling a mixture of jealousy and pride (a common problem between brothers) and his head starts to boil. First Klaus and Caroline and now Elijah and Catwoman?!
"AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO DIDN'T GET LAID LAST NIGHT?"
Bahahahaha! Poor Kol!
Well, are we happy with the post-coital from both couples?
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