SWEET KISSES FROM RUSSIA
Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe
Caroline & Klaus
Elijah & Katherine
From: Lovely Vero
Chapter 8
"For our marriage(s)"
Part 3
Disclaimer: This story is, and will always be, a fiction story, that is coming from the imagination of the author. It is not a bibliography of the author or any of the readers, neither a story that is exploring your own experience in life. It is not meant to be informative or to represent the perception or opinion of the author about the subject at hands in her own private life; it is not an encyclopedia, or a medical reference. It is only a fiction, the characters are fictional, and the story should be taken as such and not be mistaken with the private life of the readers or any of their personal experiences. Thank you.
Writer's note: Due to the delicate subject of this chapter that could seem abusive to some, please read with warning. Thank you.
Previously on Sweet Kisses from Russia
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"I'm actually looking forward to it." Klaus mocked her. "Maria, is the limousine parked up front?" Klaus asked the immobile and speechless governess who kept staring at them.
"I'm sorry, what?" She asked, with a hand placed over her chest.
"The limousine, Maria, is it upfront?" Klaus repeated.
"Yes, I believe the limousine arrived, Mister Klaus." Maria responded, politely, while nodding her head. "Let me help you and Miss Carolina by opening the door for you." Maria mumbled the words, nervously before turning the handle, and watching Duke Klaus Mikaelson walk toward to the chauffeur of the luxurious car, while carrying his future wife on his shoulder.
"Oh my …" She whispered to herself, breathless, while closing the door on its arch. "If only a man would carry me this way, I would certainly be in need of an icy, cold shower afterward!"
Rebekah entered the town hall while pushing the revolving doors and keeping a rapid walking pace in hope of having a head start over her annoying brother. Kol was paying the cab driver when she had rushed inside the building. No time for the elevator, she had vampire speed her way up several floors, before finally reaching the fifth and losing all her colors while standing motionless in front of the said brother who stood with his left side body casually leaning on the corridor wall, his arms crossed over his chest, with a smile twisting the corners of his lips.
"You could have had the decency to wait for me, sister?" Kol mocked; proud of the trick he had just pulled on her. "And what is this breathing sound you're making with your mouth?" He asked, deviously. "Are you suddenly tired of climbing all those stairs?"
"It's not a breathing sound, Kol." She replied, while rolling her eyes. "It's the "I want to get rid of my brother" sound!" She added, while strolling by his side, her chin up in the air, before scattering both sides of the corridor in search of the town hall room where the weddings were supposed to take place. "Did you see Stefan or find out where the weddings are held?"
"I did not even look for either one." Kol shrugged.
"What is wrong with you?" She exclaimed, while turning her head to glare at him.
"I figured that sooner or later we will meet those lovely ladies that our older brothers will marry. I think it's only fair to give them a head start of happiness before we crash everything." He replied, smiling, before adding. "And as for searching for your past lover, let just say that the last time I've encountered Stefan's charming brother, I was practicing my chance of entering the National American Baseball League."
"You got to be kidding me?" Rebekah replied. "What did you do?"
"Damon does this thing with his eyebrows that is unfortunately triggering my need to hit something." Kol explained, grinning.
"It's not like you don't have the same annoying eyebrows." Rebekah replied, while grimacing.
"You had to bring this low life jerk with you, Rebekah?" Stefan asked, while walking from the far end of the corridor toward their positions.
Rebekah turned on herself, before facing Stefan Salvatore, who reached her standing position, dressed in a perfect tailored, dark blue, three pieces man suit
"Stefan" She greeted, blushing, before regaining control by raising her chin and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "It's been a long time."
"It has, Rebekah." Stefan replied, before bending his head near hers and kissing her left cheek. "But it was not nearly long enough to my taste." He added in a murmur near her right earlobe, before raising his sigh back into hers, while making her lose her smile.
"What on earth did you ever find remotely interesting in this moron, sister?" Kol asked, both of his hands firmly placed on each side of his waist.
"I was asking myself the same question as for you." Stefan smirked through his remark.
"Is this humor I hear, Salvatore?" Kol mocked. "Don't tell me, you're in remission of your ripper's phase. I'm so proud of you. You know what? We should go celebrate at a bar with a good bottle of whisky, and fresh waitresses for you to suck all the blood out of their system, what do you say, mate?"
"Right Kol… And you must be in your own remission from your demented, psycho, look at me I'm the most handsome in the mirror, killer phase." Stefan added, perniciously.
Kol lost his smile while taking a step forward to reach Stefan's standing position, closed fists placed on each side of his body, before being retained by Rebekah's right hand on his arm.
"Can this be enough, you two?" Rebekah sighed, while rolling her eyes to the ceiling. "Let's shorten this encounter should we? Where are my brothers and their supposed soon to be wives?" She asked Stefan.
"We've been played for fools!" Stefan replied, smiling, while shrugging his shoulders, before crossing his hands in front of his chest. "In America we say, we've been punk'ed."
"What do you mean?" Both siblings said, in perfect synchronization.
"They've changed the location of the ceremonies at the last minutes." Stefan shrugged more.
"Did you compel your informant to know where it was held now?" Rebekah asked, while shaking her head in disbelief.
"Yes, Rebekah, but it seems all the employees of the town hall were already previously compelled." Stefan replied, out of excuses.
"Elijah!" Both siblings named, while rolling their eyes.
"You know, sister, our older brother is getting wiser in his old age." Kol mocked, while crossing his arms in front of his chest. "He finally knows us better than ourselves."
"Therefore, and because of this news, I have no reason to stay here in your charming companies." Stefan said, while strolling beside them.
"Stefan, can you wait, please?" Rebekah called him.
"Rebekah, you'll meet your new sisters' in law in no time, don't make this encounter more painful than it is already." He told her, while pushing the elevator button.
"Can you at least tell us from which royal families those two women are coming from?" She asked him.
"Well, I can tell you that they are sisters, and unfortunately for you, not from any of the royal families." Stefan answered, while retaining his sudden need to burst into laughter….If only Rebekah knew the truth.
"Oh come on Salvatore, you must know something of interest to us? You always know things, you and my brother Klaus are like best buddies. If not for his love of women, you two would probably be married by now." Kol mocked even more.
"Oh gross, Kol!" Bekah exclaimed, while hitting his chest with her right hand.
Stefan entered the elevator, before raising his sight in the ones of the siblings.
"Sure, they are from Russia. I'll let you do the math now." Stefan said, smirking, with the doors closing on him.
"Russia?" Kol and Rebekah exclaimed, dumbfounded, while staring at each other.
"How is it that my sister and your brother are not with us?" Katerina asked Elijah, surprised.
"We had always traveled at different time and with different transportation, mainly for security purposes, Katerina." Elijah explained to her, while pushing a button to raise a black glass between the chauffeur and the back seats, creating a zone of intimacy between the two of them.
They had left the mansion a few minutes earlier, "They" being her future husband: Duke Elijah Mikaelson, and herself, and they were heading now in direction of the town hall, while comfortably sitting in the back of a luxurious limousine.
"You're shivering." Katerina heard her fiance whispered, while feeling the tip of his fingers slid on her left forearm. "You're cold, aren't you?"
Katerina wrapped herself in her pashmina scarf, while nodding her head discreetly.
"You should have put a winter coat over your wedding dress before leaving the manor." Elijah added, while opening the front button, before undressing himself of his blazer.
"It would have pleated the beautiful fabric." Katerina replied, while shrugging her shoulders. "And I'm used to the cold weather, Russia is way worse than England."
"There…" Elijah said, while wrapping her shoulders with his blazer. "You'll be warm in no time with this on your shoulders." He added, while rubbing her arms with his strong manly hands, creating a range of warm shivers in all her body.
"Thank you." She nodded, while blushing, and suddenly smelling his musk scent all around her. "You know … I still did not decided if I would marry you or not?" Katerina added, while crossing her arms in front of her chest, raising her chin and drowning her sight into the side window and the grey sky of London.
"Look in the left pocket of my jacket, could you?" He murmured, while passing the back of his right hand on her left cheek, in an almost unperceived caress. "Maybe it will change your mind, and show you how committed I can be, beautiful Katerina."
She glared at him rapidly, while slowly sliding her hand in his jacket's pocket, before pulling a square velvety box from its inside.
"Open it." He suggested to her.
She opened the small cover, before raising her right hand in front of her opened mouth, forbidding herself to scream. A yellow – enormous - square diamond on a white gold band was presenting itself in front of her eyes.
"Is it real?" She mumbled, in shock, while taking the ring in her shaking hand, before bringing the diamond near her mouth and front teeth to bite into it.
"Katerina, for God sake…Stop it!" Elijah exclaimed, before grabbing the ring away from her hand and mouth. "You'll break a tooth if you take a bite on it." He added, smirking. "Of course it's real, woman, I would never allow my wife to wear an imitation."
"I'm not used to see a real diamond so close. I'm sorry…" She shrugged, ashamed, while turning her head back to the side window.
"No, it's me who should be sorry." He replied, while grabbing her chin to make her face him. "I … I always forget how real you can be. There's nothing fake about you, Katerina."
"You mean that the wife that you bought for yourself is certainly not as bright as you thought she would be for the good money you've paid for?" She replied, while keeping her sight in his.
"No, Katerina … I meant that you're genuine, honest and upfront about everything" He responded, before caressing her left cheek. "It's qualities that can't be bought, even with all the money in the world, but they can be highly appreciated. And those qualities are not the ones that I saw in people oftentimes in my own life." He added, while grabbing her left hand and slowly sliding the engagement ring on her finger, before addressing a timid smile to her.
"It's mine?" She exclaimed, joyfully, like a little girl in front of a Christmas tree, with her hand placed in front of her sight. "I've never received a gift so precious in all my life."
"Well it's entirely yours, as you'll be mine." He replied.
Katerina suddenly lost her smile. He owned her, like a precious jewel that you keep in a box, and take time to expose, from time to time, at the eyes of the world. She needed to remind herself of that fact as oftentimes as possible.
"Katerina… I meant: as you'll be mine to cherish." He added, in a murmur, while noticing her discomfort.
She sighed loudly, before turning her head toward her side window.
"Why are we stopping here?" She suddenly inquired in shock, while pointing a finger toward the window. "It's an orthodox church, Elijah." She lashed out, while closing her fists in anger. "You promised me that the ceremony would be held at the town hall, this is not the town hall."
"I needed to change the location of the ceremonies at the last given moment." He replied to her, while grabbing the door handle with his left hand. "Is there a problem, Katerina?"
"Yes, there's a problem, Elijah. This is the house of God … I don't want God to witness what I did… To … I mean I don't want to be married to you religiously." Katerina busted, while retaining her anger.
"You won't!" He replied, impatient. "I've rented a private room in the church, where a representative of the town hall will be present to fill the papers work for both marriages, only a hand full of witnesses will be present with a few of my business acquaintances."
Katerina crossed her arms in front of her chest, while pouting.
"Katerina, you really think that God is not watching you link your life to mine at this present moment? Because being on papers or in front of a priest it doesn't change anything, and it has the same value to me." Elijah responded.
"It doesn't have the same value to me. I've asked God for forgiveness. A business contract is certainly not an act of love in front of his sight, Elijah." Katerina responded, while biting her bottom lip.
"I don't know what to answer to that." Elijah replied, while shaking his head. "Because you're right in your own way, except that I can assure you that no priest will marry us inside of these church's walls, Katerina." He added, before drowning his sight in hers. "Shall we go now?"
"You don't believe in God?" She asked, curious of her future husband's answer.
Elijah froze his movements, while closing his eyes and sighing loudly.
"I believe that we are the masters of our own destiny, and that monsters are hiding in each one of us, Katerina. But, there is also hope, forgiveness, kindness, and respect." He answered her, before seeing the door being opened in front of his sight by the chauffeur of the limousine. "Come, we need to get married." He invited her, while changing the subject, a smile blessing his lips, before handing his right hand to her.
Katerina handed her trembling left hand to him, before getting out of the limousine.
Carolina glared rapidly toward Klaus, from the corner of her eyes. He had his head turned to his side window. She tried to slowly reach the handle of the passenger door. The limousine had stopped at a crossroad, for a traffic red light, and even if she felt ridiculous at the idea of running on the London sidewalks while holding the skirts of her wedding dress in her hands, it would at least be more rewarding than letting this man dictate her life.
It was her day of luck, the door seemed unlock at the present moment, an oversight from the chauffeur, perhaps? Now the tricky part would be to jump out of this luxurious car, with all those stupid skirts rolled around her legs and to run with these high heels shoes. If only she would have been dressed in a pair of jeans and boots she would have been long gone by now. One easy fix was to get rid of those shoes and to escape without them, which she smiled while slowly dropping them under her dress. She closed her eyes, while taking a deep breath into her lungs, before carefully pushing down the handle of the door.
She suddenly startled, both of her wrists being captured by Klaus's hands, before being pulled near his chest, with one of his arms encircling her waist, while keeping Carolina in this forced embrace.
"Going somewhere, love?" He asked her, with a smirk and raised eyebrow.
"Let go of my wrists, Klaus!" She ordered, while squirming at his side, before trying to liberate her hands and arms from his strong grip on her.
"And what will you do sweetheart?" He mocked. "Tear your dress into pieces for my eyes only?" He asked, while trying to hold her immobile in his arms. "Indulge my naughty mind, would you, Carolina; give me the spectacle of watching you undress in front of my sight, and in a back of a limousine, nonetheless."
"Certainly, I'll do that when I'll be the spectator to watch you rot in hell!" She replied, while kicking her feet in all direction. "Let me go!"
"Now, do you know how aroused I am when you fight me this way? Do you do that on purpose, love?" He asked her, while pulling on the tie around his neck, before rolling the long piece of fabric around her wrists to tie her up, turning and pushing her body with her chest facing the leather cushions of the back seat, in a lying position, with his hands now firmly placed on her bottom. "I would have preferred to tie you to the bed, but I'll keep that in mind for later." Klaus murmured near her left ear, his head bent over hers, with a smirk blessing his lips.
Carolina closed her eyes, while taking deep breaths into her lungs to calm herself down, the right side of her face leaning on the leather seat.
"What, you don't have anything else to say? So now, you will give me the silence treatment?" Klaus mocked, while caressing the curves of her hips over the fabric of her wedding dress.
"That is exactly what you deserve for treating me this way." She replied, slyly. "And by the way, Einstein, if you keep me in this lying position, the wedding dress will have several pleats."
"I think you got everything in reverse, in this pretty head of yours, sweetheart." Klaus responded, while turning Carolina's body, making her now lye on her back, with her legs placed on his lap. "I'm the perfect gentleman; offering you a life of luxury on a silver platter, and yet ….it's you who behave like a spoil brat while trying to escape the arms of your adorable future husband." He pouted, mockingly.
"It won't work between us, Klaus." She mumbled angrily between her teeth. "I'll make your life miserable at all the chances that I will get." She added, pouting. "Is this the life that you want with your new wife?"
"That is exactly the life that I want; I've been bored out of my mind with my previous … let me call them: girlfriends… That, suddenly, you are a breath of fresh air in my London grey sky, and what I desire the most now." He smirked, while making Carolina rolled her eyes. "So can you promise me that you'll keep this fire coming between us?" He mocked. "Because that would be my biggest joy to see you fight me this way all the time, I can only imagine all the ways we'll find to make up afterward." He added, while grabbing her left ankle in his hands, and slowly caressing her calve under the silk fabric.
"Don't do that with my leg…I mean don't touch it this way." She begged, under a range of jerky breaths…Devil man that he was!
"Tell me why not, Carolina? You like to feel my hands on your body." Klaus mentioned to her with his fiery sight lost in hers. "And don't say the contrary, I won't believe you."
"It's disturbing… I feel like you're not the one who should touch me this way." She shrugged.
Klaus lowered his head, before bursting into laughter.
"Where are your shoes?" He asked.
She shrugged her shoulders before nodding her head toward the shoes that were earlier dropped on the luxurious carpet of the limousine.
"There's something with you and your hate of shoes, Love, you want to share it with you future hubby?" Klaus smiled.
"I love to not have to stress for things like stupid shoes, and I love the freedom that it gives me to walk bare feet." Caroline explained, while raising her sight in his.
"Then, we have the love of freedom in common." Klaus replied, more seriously, while surprising Carolina by suddenly raising her upper body in a sitting position by his side, before pulling the tie that was keeping her wrists attached together. "And I'll need my tie back around my neck." He whispered, while sliding the narrowed silk fabric around the collar of his man shirt. "You want to do the knot for me, love?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
Carolina sighed loudly, before grabbing both sides of the tie and proceeding to his request.
"You're certainly an obedient future wife to be and you smell nice." Klaus complimented, while lowering his head near the left side of her neck, a seductive smile blessing his lips.
"Don't move your head or I won't be able to do a perfect job." She scolded. "As for the scent, it's you who offered me the bottle." She shrugged.
"I'm surprised that you've accepted a gift from me?" Klaus smirked.
"There! Your tie is presentable." She acknowledged, while lowering her hands. "It was spraying a little bit of the scent on me or smelling like old cheese." She mocked.
Klaus laughed, before grabbing her chin and very unexpectedly kissing Caroline on the lips, while softly nibbling on her bottom lip.
"Why did you do that?" Carolina asked, breathless, the minute he let go of his grip on her.
"I wanted to take you off guard." Klaus responded. "Look at your left hand, Love."
Carolina lowered her sight on her hand, before seeing a classic, square diamond sparkled on her finger.
"A fiancee deserve a ring." Klaus explained.
"I'm not materialistic." She shrugged.
"Perhaps, but your eyes sparkled a little when you saw the ring." Klaus smirked, before looking at his side window. "We're here…Time to get married, sweetheart!"
Elijah climbed the stairs, dressed in a black, P.J. silk bottom, and a matching silk dressing gown, while holding in his right hand one of his favorite books that he just had picked up in his study room. He raised his sigh while holding his walking pace on a stair and addressing a smile at Maria, which was standing in the upper landing of the staircase, in front of his sight.
"If you are not in need of further services, I was thinking of call it quit for the night, and retiring in my private quarters, Mister Mikaelson." She politely addressed.
"Certainly, Maria, I wish you a good night." He replied, with a warm smile. "And mostly, thank you for your presence today, it meant a lot to me and my brother…More than you know, actually."
"They were lovely ceremonies, I wish you and you wife, many years of happiness." She added, while nodding her head in respect.
"Thank you, Maria; I take that to heart coming from you." He replied, with a veil of sadness blurring his sight.
Maria descended the stairs, while passing by his side, before holding her own pace.
"Mister Mikaelson, it's not of my business, really … But…" She started, shyly. "Miss Katerina is … I believe that she is more sensible than what her rough exterior is letting us to believe. Gentleness is maybe a good way to start a marriage."
"I take your implied demand into consideration, Maria." Elijah smirked, with a raised eyebrow. "I don't intend to rush my wife into anything that could hurt her."
"It was really not of my business to suggest…" Maria replied, while blushing.
"Actually, it was, Maria… It was because you care for her wealth fare and happiness." Elijah replied, while nodding his head, and climbing the last stairs.
Katerina brushed her long curls, while sitting in front of the dressing table and mirror placed in her new luxurious bathroom. Elijah's suite was huge, and decorated with exquisite taste. She dropped the brush on the marble top, while swallowing a nervous lump in her throat, before closing her eyes under a dizzy spell. Who would have thought, that she, Katerina Petrova, would have one day married a rich man, and nonetheless a Duke? Certainly not her!
Both of the ceremonies had been discreet and expeditious; the two couples had exchanged their vows in a small annex chapel of the Orthodox Church, in front of a table dressed with a red tablecloth and white runner, with a hand full of witnesses present, which included Maria, the governess, who had offered two beautiful bride bouquets to both Katerina and Carolina.
A representative of the town hall had politely asked her to sign different papers, as for the legalization of the marriage and the name change. And as of now and in the eyes of the England law, she was: Mrs. Katherine Pierce Mikaelson.
She had searched for the finale approval in the deepness of her sister's soul, while discreetly turning her head to take a last glance into her veiled eyes, and it was with a discreet nod of the head and a timid smile that Carolina had finally approved the finale decision that would link them to both men standing by their sides.
Elijah had slowly kissed her cheek when they had been announced husband and wife, and it is in a blurry mind that she had politely shook the hands of a few business acquaintances that had presented their good wishes to the couples.
They had, afterward drove in the same limousine toward an elegant restaurant, where a nine services dinner had been served to the newlyweds and their invitees. Katerina had felt the curious look of several spouses directed at her and her sister. She had kept a polite smile on her lips, while not knowing what to say or not, and pecked her plate with her fork the all duration of the meal. And it is with relief that they had taken the limousine back to the mansion.
She suddenly reopened her eyes, while hearing the discreet noise of the suite door being closed on its arch. She rose on her trembling legs, while knotting with her shaking hands the belt of the dressing gown, before slowly reaching the bathroom door, and gently turning the handle to peek at her future husband.
He threw a book on the bed, before undressing himself of his own dressing gown, while dropping the fabric on an armchair, while turning his half naked body to face the bed, wearing only a PJ bottom on his pelvic bones and sensual "V" line.
Katerina hold her breath, while biting her bottom lip. Truth be told, her new husband was a fine specimen of a man to watch.
"Are you going to spy on me behind the bathroom door all night, or will you join me to bed eventually, Katerina?" Elijah asked, smirking.
She startled, while blushing, before slowly opening the door on its arch and taking her first steps into the bedroom.
"I was not spying." She replied, while shrugging her shoulders. "I wanted to give you your privacy that is all."
"Of course, you weren't." Elijah mocked, while grabbing the corner of the bedspread to open the bed on his side. "Does it bother you if I read before sleeping?"
No, what is bothering me is that you're talking to me like we've been married for ten years, and that you couldn't care less about my presence, thought Katerina, on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
"No it doesn't, you do as you please." She responded, while standing on the other side of the huge bed.
"What is this?" Elijah asked, dumbfounded, his right hand pointing toward the bed. "Is this the Berlin wall?" He added, before standing chest naked in front of his bed side, with both of his hands placed on each side of his waist, while looking at the row of numerous cushions placed as a barrier in the middle of the gigantic bed.
"I thought … I mean …That It would be easier for us to handle the… the wedding night this way." Katerina shrugged her shoulders, before nervously rubbing her hands together, while raising her sight on his muscular bare chest. "You'll sleep on your side, and I'll sleep on mine."
"You thought it would be easier to sleep with me by creating a wall of cushions in the middle of our bed?" Elijah asked, while raising the corners of his lips into a smile.
"Just stop this thing you're always doing with your face, it is driving me crazy!" She replied, while pointing a finger in his direction.
"I'm sorry, what?" Elijah asked, surprised, while passing his right hand over his face by mechanism.
"This annoying grin that you are wearing on your lips, every time you're mocking what I'm doing or saying." She replied. "It's annoying… I feel like I'm a little girl who's being reprimanded by her father."
Elijah lowered his head, before bursting into laughter.
"Oh, Katerina, Katerina, Katerina…" He repeated, while shaking his head in disbelief and amusement. "My bad, accept my deepest apology, you're a breath of fresh air in my life, but you could never be a mockery to me, don't mix the two, please." He explained. "And as for being reprimanded by me, just ask and I will oblige. I have certain Technics that you would probably enjoy, and not one of those would make you think of me as your father." He added, in a double sense meaning while making her blush.
"I didn't mean much by it. You're different when you smile; you don't smile often, most of the time you have your "don't bother me" serious face." She explained.
"I have my "don't bother me" serious face?" Elijah repeated, speechless. "Well, I'll try to retain myself of showing that particular face to you in the future." He shrugged, while not knowing what to add to her logic, before pointing the bed. "But, as for this goes, my sweet wife, just know that I've slept oftentimes alone in this bed in the past, I also had my share of women sharing it with me as companionship, and as of now, it will be your rightful place as my wife, but I've never slept with an entire factory of cushions in the middle of my bed, and I'm not about to start." He informed her, while grabbing each one before throwing them on the bedroom floor. "There, woman, no more cushions barrier placed on our bed and in your head." He added, while shaking his head, before slowly contouring the bed to reach her standing position, his stare narrowed on her.
"What do you mean, in my head?" She shrugged, while crossing her arms in front of her chest as a protection mechanism.
Elijah grabbed Katerina's chin, before raising her trembling lashes in his stare.
"You're creating in your head this invisible barrier between us, as a protection against me. Don't think I'm not aware of what you're feeling." He murmured, before playing with the silk belt of her dressing gown. "Is it working, Katerina? Are you able to put me at arm length in your private thoughts?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Duke?" She replied, with a raised eyebrow. "I just thought that it would be polite of me to grant you the privacy of your wedding night in company of your new wife Katherine Pierce Mikaelson on the other side of the cushion barrier. And in the meantime, I, Katerina Petrova, would be sleeping, quietly and peacefully on my side" She added, tit for tat.
"It's one – zero for you, my dear." He murmured, smirking and highly amused, with his soft breath caressing her earlobe. "Then, I can only assume that Katerina Petrova will become my mistress one day, soon? After all she'll be in the same bed with me and my wife."
"It's highly inappropriate, Duke Mikaealson, what would your wife think about your behavior of adultery?" She replied, mockingly, her heartbeats rising in her chest.
"She'll understand." He whispered, while pulling on her silk belt before slowly opening both fabric panels of the dressing gown. "My new wife is quite opened to new possibilities in her life."
"Is she?" Katerina replied, while drowning her sight in Elijah's, a range of shivers hitting her entire body. "I thought we wouldn't…" She added, short of breaths, while feeling the fabric of her dressing gown slide on her bare arms, soon lying in a silk pile on the floor.
"We won't, I am a man of my words." Elijah whispered, while raising his opened palms on the shivering skin of her arms. "But, I've never said that I wouldn't look at the menu that is offered to my eyes, did I?" He mocked, while sliding a strand of her hair behind her left ear. "I wanted to see how beautiful you look in the night gown I offered you as a wedding gift."
"And…Do you approve?" Katerina murmured. "Are you happy with the merchandise that you have paid good money for?"
"You're a beautiful woman, Katerina, you don't need reassurance." Elijah replied, while sliding his fiery sight on the lace fabric of the nightgown that left so little to his imagination. "But, stop talking about the fact that I've bought you, or we won't be able to move forward in our relationship." He added, while losing his smile all of a sudden, leaving her breathless in front of her side of the bed, while watching him walk back to his own, before seeing him lye under the sheet a second later, his opened book placed in his hands and on his lap.
Katerina managed to have her shaking legs carry her to the bed, before taking a sitting position under the sheet and blanket, her upper body straight as an "I" with a couple of pillows placed behind her back, her hands joined on her lap.
Elijah glanced from the corners of his eyes at his wife, before lowering his book away from his sight.
"Katerina, I won't jump your bones if it is what you are worrying about." He promised her. "You can relax now, you had a long day."
She turned her head to look at him in surprise.
"It's actually the contrary aspect that I am worrying about." She shrugged her shoulders, while staring at her hands.
"You care to explain it to me?" Elijah asked, softly.
"I don't understand why you would buy a wife…" She started, before seeing his sight narrowed on her. "I meant….You would have a written agreement with a woman, and wouldn't take the dessert that comes with it? I've never experimented this with a man before, usually, they will take the dessert and they will not even think about it the next morning."
"Just to fulfill my curiosity, the dessert part in this context needs to be understood as the sexual part of our marriage?" Elijah asked, smirking.
"Yes." Katerina sighed.
"Do you want to have sex with me, Katerina? Are you attracted to me in a way that your life would be richer if you would have a sexual intercourse with me?" He asked, before drowning his sight in hers, and making her blush.
"It's beside the point, Elijah; it's intended this way by the agency." Katerina replied, blushing. "I feel like I did something wrong, like I do not meet my share of the contract?"
"You just answered your own question without knowing it. One day you'll know the difference." Elijah replied, while sighing and dropping his book on the nightstand. "I think it's late, it was a long day, and we should sleep." He added, in an ordering voice, while turning the light off.
Katerina stood in her sitting position, breathless and motionless for a couple of seconds, before lying on her left side of the bed, her back turned to his sight, with her right hand under the pillow.
"Elijah?" She called, a few minutes later.
"Yes Katerina?" He replied.
"I'm not used to sleep on the left side of the bed … I'm terribly sorry…I've always slept on the right side since I was a little girl." She explained, while biting her bottom lip, and turning her head to take a glance at him. "But, I will try to get used to it, if you can't sleep on this side either?"
Elijah turned his head to stare into her eyes in the penumbra of the bedroom.
"It makes no difference to me." He smiled. "Come."
"Thank you." She replied, smiling, while pushing the sheet and blanket at her feet.
"Where are you going?" Elijah asked, while grabbing her left wrist.
"I will walk to the right side?" She responded dumbfounded by his question.
"Roll over me it will be easier." He suggested, taking her by surprise while sliding his right arm around her tiny waist, before bringing her body in top of his.
Katerina face came in almost contact with his, her eyes drown into Elijah's sight, their breaths mixing in a regular tempo, her hands and upper arms resting on his bare chest to keep her balance, while feeling the softness of his manly and muscular skin under each tip of her fingers, with hundreds of electrifying shivers hitting her spine and lower body parts all at once.
"You smell good." Elijah whispered, while lowering his hands on her lower back, before against his own good judgement raising the fabric of her night gown on her hips to slowly caress the roundness of her rear, over her tiny lace panties. "You need to go to your side of the bed, now…Or I won't respond to anything." He warned her, while closing his eyes, and slowly kissing her forehead.
She stood immobile while suddenly feeling against her pelvic parts, the obvious proof of his sexual desire for her, with his hard bulge pushing its way between her legs under the barrier of their clothes.
She rolled on the right side of the bed, under her jerky breaths and rising heartbeats, before raising the sheet over her shoulders.
"Good night, Katerina." He wished her.
"Good night." She replied, while closing her eyes and praying the sandman that he would make her fall asleep as quickly as possible.
Carolina entered her husband suite reluctantly, before pushing the door on its arch and kicking her high heels shoes in opposite corners of the room, while suddenly sighing with relief. She was finally released of this hold on her feet, and also relieved of finally being done with this wedding day, though the worst was yet to come.
She held her walking pace in the middle of Klaus's bedroom suite, while closing her eyes, and sighing loudly, both of her hands firmly placed on each side of her hips. She had been ready to call it quit for good in the small chapel, where the ceremony had been held in front of a hand full of witnesses, and then the most surprising twist of event had occurred in front of her sight.
She had seen something in her sister's eyes that she hasn't seen before: respect for a man. Katerina respected her new husband, Duke Elijah Mikaelson. She had known her sister long enough to know that she had never seen her sister falling in love or respect a man before. Men have always taken advantage of Katerina the major part of her life, and she had played their game to gain what she could from them. But, this time she had seen something else in her sister's eyes, and who was she to remove from her the only chance to find happiness with a man? Therefore, she had sacrificed herself to a life of misery with a man she did not love, for the happiness of her sister…How ironic was it, when it was intended to be the contrary?
But Carolina Petrova was resourceful when she wanted to be, and as much as Klaus wanted to have the upper hand on their wedding night, she had one last chance of delaying the inevitable, she thought while smirking at the sight of the crystal flutes and bottle of champagne placed on the mahogany table.
Duke Klaus Mikaelson was right … They were much alike, and Carolina was about to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"This is certainly a view of my new wife that I was not expecting to see tonight." Carolina heard his hoarse voice behind her back. "You…Holding a glass of champagne in your hands, while waiting for your husband."
Klaus was standing on the threshold of the suite, with his left upper arm carelessly leaning on the arch and both of his upper arms crossed over his chest, with a smirk blessing the corners of his lips. He had stripped off his jacket; and folded the fabric on one of his arms, his tie was hanging on each side of his shirt, unbuttoned on his muscular chest, and his sleeves were rolled on his upper arms… As the view of sexiness goes, he was certainly reaching a perfect score, but Carolina could care less, she couldn't stand this man and his arrogance!
"I'm taking my new role as your new wife very seriously now." Carolina replied, while swallowing a nervous lump in her throat, before raising a glass of champagne to his sight. "Thank you for the champagne, the strawberries and the whip cream, it was very tactful of you." She thanked him, with a timid smile, before very suggestively, bite into one. "You care to join me for a toast?"
Klaus narrowed his sight on his wife while closing the door with a foot kick on its panel, slowly reaching Carolina's standing position, before throwing his jacket on an armchair and lowering his head near hers.
"I thought I would have needed to put you on my shoulder, once more, kicking and screaming, while bringing you into the marital bed, Love?" He murmured near her left ear, while creating a shiver of fear in Carolina's spine. Her plan needed to work, or she would be lost forever!
"Why delay the inevitable." She forced a smile on her lips, while shrugging and handing the flute of champagne to him.
"Indeed, why delay it?" He smirked, taking the glass from her hand, before dropping its crystal feet on the table, encircling her waist and bringing Carolina into his arms with a strong pull.
"I thought … I thought we would toast our wedding day, now?" She mumbled, while grabbing both of his upper arms to keep her balance.
"But you're so eager to not delay the inevitable, sweetheart." He said, while raising her chin with a grip of his right hand, before drowning his sight in hers. "And as your new husband I can only oblige to your sudden need to fulfill your wife obligation in my bed." Klaus answered, smirking, while sliding his lips on the left side of her neck, leaving an upward trail of hot kisses on her skin, before nibbling on her earlobe. "I'm eager as you are to make you mine in the biblical sense of the term." He whispered to Carolina, one of his hands placed at the base of her neck, while grabbing a hand full of her hair to bend her head.
Carolina closed her eyes, under a dizzy spell, before biting her bottom lip.
"But the strawberries look so delicious that I thought we could take a bite with the champagne?" She tried to divert his attention.
"And taking the chance to stain your beautiful dress, Love?" Klaus mocked. "Tsk, tsk, tsk… What are you thinking?"
"Maybe … Maybe I could go change into something more comfortable in my own suite?" She tried to gain time. "I … I could change into something sexier, perhaps?"
"I have a better idea." He smiled maliciously, while suddenly taking her by surprise by turning her body around. "Why don't we get rid of the dress?" He whispered, while slowly sliding both of his hands on her bare shoulders, down on her neckline, before tearing the silk fabric of the dress, from top to bottom. "There! That is more like it." Klaus smirked, before pushing the fabric down on her shaking body, in a pile of silk at her feet. "It's been hours that I wanted, desired, needed … To do this!"
Carolina grabbed the edge of the table, only dressed now with her lace corset and lace matching panties, while trying to keep her balanced standing position under her shaking legs, if not, she could easily fall on the floor over the pill of ripped fabric. The beats of her heart rose dangerously in her chest, under the range of her jerky breaths. She closed her eyes, while trying to calm herself down, mixed emotions of hate and desire taking control of her entire being against her better judgement.
"I think it's only fair if I start undressing myself as well." She heard him whisper behind her back, before seeing his shirt fell over what used to be her "one piece" wedding dress. "Now where were we? You wanted to make a toast to our marriage, or am I mistaking?" Klaus asked, with a raised eyebrow, standing by her side near the table, while taking the flute in his right hand, before pouring the content into the ice bucket, a grin blessing the corners of his lips.
"Why did you do that for?" Caroline asked, angrily, while stepping away from the table, before pointing a finger at the bucket, her chest rising under deep breaths.
"What did you put into my glass, Love?" Klaus asked, while showing the flute and narrowing his sight on her, before dropping the flute on the table and starting to play with the fabric of his tie. "Was it drugs? I would probably bet good money that it was a night pill? You wanted to put me to sleep before we could consummate this marriage, Am I right, Carolina?" He suggested, while taking calculated, slow, walking steps to reach her standing position.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" She shrugged, while blushing, the all range of red, before further the space between them, one walking step at a time.
"You won't teach an old monkey how to play tricks, sweetheart." He smirked, while shaking his head. "It's me who invented them all."
Carolina glanced at the front door for a quick second, and her decision was made. She rushed toward the exit, before feeling the fabric of his tie wind around her waist, in a clever lasso throw, while being pulled back into his arms a second later.
"You want to play games, woman? I'm all for it, but I have other games in mind….Sexier, naughtier…" He whispered to her, his head buried in the left hollow of her shoulder, his full lips kissing the softness of her skin, one of his hands sliding around her waist, while bringing her in full contact with his naked, muscular chest, with the other one rising to slowly caress the roundness of her breasts, over the thin barrier of the lace corset.
"Let me go, please. You can't keep me against my will, or oblige me to have sex with you." She managed to whisper the words on her, half opened, trembling lips. She lowered her head on his chest, her left hand pulling on his arm placed around her waist, while trying to free herself of his embrace, with her right hand raised around his neck to keep her equilibrium on her shaking legs.
"I'll never let go of you, I'll engrave those words in your mind, in your soul: you're mine forever now; Carolina, I'll wait as long as it takes for you to realize it…To realize that you want me as much as I want you." He whispered to her, before adding. "Your breasts are filling my hands perfectly, it's like you've been made for me." He mumbled the erotic words, while pushing the lace fabric of her corset down on her chest, the forbidden fruits now offered to his sight.
"I don't want this, and I don't want you!" Carolina replied, in a shallow murmur, before contradicting herself by moaning loud sounds of pleasure.
"She said, the woman who's moaning her sensual pleasure to my ears and in my arms." He murmured, growling his own rising pleasure, while aligning his pelvic bones with her narrowed hips, slowly rubbing the hard proof of his sexual need on her lower back, grabbing each side of her bottom before showing her the rhythmic rocking motion of lovers. "Cross both of your hands behind my neck, let me give you the most enjoyable sexual pleasure." He ordered her softly, while helping her crossed her hands behind his neck.
Klaus raised his left hand back on her left breast, while slowly caressing the soft roundness and rubbing its hard tip with his thumb, before lowering his right under the elastic band of her lace panties.
"No, I don't want this…" Carolina whispered, while rolling her head, from left to right, right to left, on his chest, her eyelids tightly closed, rising heartbeats pumping their sounds in her ears.
"Yes, you do… Trust me, sweetheart." He calmed her, before slowly caressing her centered core with slow movements of his fingers. "You want me this much?" He smirked, while closing his eyes, and enjoying her sweet arousal under his fingers, before slowly rubbing her small rose bump with the dexterity of an experimented lover.
It did not take a long time for Carolina breaths to intensify, and when Klaus felt that she was near reaching her sexual peak, he reopened his eyes to witness the intense explosion created in all her body by his expert caresses.
He, then, rapidly raised Carolina in his arms, before carrying her to the bed and lowering her shaking body on the bed sheet, rapidly undressing himself of his remaining clothes, a short moment after.
Caroline reopened her eyes, suddenly blushing and turning her head to the left on the pillow, while avoiding Klaus' naked view and obvious proof of his sexual desire for her.
"Don't, Klaus … I beg you … You think you know everything about me, but you don't." She tried to explain, with a murmur coming from her shaking voice, her closed fists grabbing the edges of the pillow, while feeling his expert hands roll down her stockings suspenders on the length of her legs, soon replaced by kisses on her ankles.
"I know that you want me more than your stubbornness is allowing you to admit, Love." He replied, before sliding her panties down, leaving to his sight her opened lace corset, giving him the most vivid erotic image of her breasts that a man could desire.
She closed her eyes while noticing the weight of his body on hers, electrifying every inch of her skin, before feeling his hands slide between her legs to part them.
He couldn't wait any longer, his sexual need to make Carolina his was taking his own retaining under a spell of its own. He sank deep into her core in a strong pelvic push under his grunt of satisfaction, before rapidly holding his thrusting pace; opening his eyes under the ultimate shock of feeling the thin skin barrier he had torn.
A little cry came out of Carolina's mouth, with a single tear running down her cheek, under the shrill but rapid pain of losing her virginity.
"Why, Carolina? Why…" He whispered, while re-closing his eyes, under a range of intense mixed emotions. "I'll be gentle, but I can't … I can't…" He murmured more, with incoherence, before slowly and gently pushing himself back into her narrowest.
His released came rapidly, and when he rolled away from her body, she turned her back at him, while raising her shaking legs on her stomach and encircling them of her arms, with tears rolling freely on her cheeks.
Klaus stepped away from the bed, grabbed his clothes from every corner of the bedroom floor, before sliding his pants on his legs. He, then, paced back and forth in the room, while passing a nervous hand through his tangled hair, before approaching the bed and bringing the bed sheet on her trembling body.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled, while pushing his hand away from her. "Don't ever touch me again!" She warned him.
He sighed loudly, while closing his eyes, under an emotional pain that he had never felt before this day, and over the thousand years of his own life.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why?" He yelled back, while pointing an accusatory finger at her.
She kept quiet, under the only sound of her sobbing, before hearing the suite door being slammed on its arch. Then and only then, she finally realized that he had left the suite, and that she could finally let out all of her emotional and physical pain.
This chapter is dedicated to my friend Laurene (Nina99) who's battling (at her side) the breast cancer of her mother. Sweetie, this kind of cancer is affecting women all around the world, just know that my thoughts are with you and your mother, and if by any chance, I am able, with my stories, to put a smile to your face, I was able to give you something more than my unconditional support. I wish strength to both your mother and yourself.
I thought this chapter would be the death of me…. LOL…This present one is wrapping the last part of the wedding. Up we go now, to the real, day to day, life as married couples, and the abrupt arrival of Rebekah, Kol and Stefan the morning after. Before you ask me, don't think that Kalijah will not come to its own sexual BOOM, because it will very soon. Both brothers are just very different in their approaches.
Again, biggest thank you to all my faithful readers for your unconditional love of this story and for showing your appreciation with reviews, followings, favorites, I take all of this so much at heart.
I'm going back to my two other stories now, so it will take a while before I can update this one, with summer arriving and more activities around the corner as well. But you were lucky, you've received two, back to back, chapters, and the last one had more than twenty pages of pleasurable reading. I'll come back to writing this story as soon as I can.
Much love to all of you,
Lovely Vero
Answers to anonymous reviews:
Sissi: Thank you for enjoying this story so much, sweetie, it is always a pleasure to read new reviewers.
VD: Thanks for your nice review, sweetie. I loved to write that scene when Katerina lost it in front of Elijah, and he was losing it himself to retain her by his side.
iloveTVD: Hahaha… Why do I bother with Mikael?I bother because it is a joy for a writer to explore that dark character. LOL … Yes, I do believe that you would love to be carried on Klaus's shoulders. Where did you read that this fiction was ending? LOL … No, the wedding part is ending, but not the fiction, I can assure you this, and you can sleep peacefully. Thanks for your review, sweetheart, you're making me laugh each time.
Justine la coquine: Quelque chose me dit qu'après ce chapitre, elle va m'écrire du paradis. Je peux t'offrir quelque chose: de l'oxygène, un verre d'eau froide, une douche glacée? LOL … Bon, alors pour ta dernière review, j'en ai déduis que le sujet de Mikael t'emmerde à du 100 milles à l'heure? LOL … Je suis contente, je le garde avec nous alors, car il déclenche trop de passion chez toi. En plus tu semblais faire une vrai obsession sur la nuit de noce, je ne comprends pas pourquoi *je tousse*. On se marre un peu, car moi la saison 4 de TVD, elle m'a foutu le moral en bas de zéro. Et surtout, et encore, merci d'être toujours présente, Justine, tu es un rayon de soleil.
BTFS: Thanks for the review, sweetie. I think that the mark trend of this fiction is the high heels shoes of Katerina and the bare feet of Carolina, I love this idea that I had.