Warning: This chapter contains an adult scene. It isn't overly vulgar or explicit, but if you would prefer not to read it you can skip to the last section.

April, 1911 - Continued

When they had finally make it back to her apartment that night after their evening on the town, Bea only just managed to close the door behind her before Kol shoved her against it and kissed her.

His bent down and when his hands moved to the back of her thighs she hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her arms tightened around his neck and he pressed her harder against the wall behind her until she couldn't tell whether it was the press of his body or his drugging kisses that made her lightheaded.

When she felt herself moving away from the wall she pulled back from him and opened her eyes. Before she could ask what he was doing, Kol sped them to her bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. It only took seconds for him to cover her body with his own, and their lips met once again.

She usually didn't let them get this far, but when his thigh slipped between her legs and rubbed against the apex of her thighs she let out a strangled gasp. He began rutting against her, but when he suddenly pulled back and propped himself up on his elbows, Bea felt a questioning look cover her face.

"Is everything alr-"

"Can I taste you?"

The question made her freeze up, mind racing as she thought over the possibility. In truth she was scared. She'd seen him drink from people before and the crunching sound of his teeth puncturing skin was something hard to forget.

When she finally was able to string her words together her voice only shook slightly when she said, "Will it hurt?"

A smile spread across Kol's face. It was slow and predatory and hungry, but not in the way she had expected.

"No, darling, not like that. I don't want to taste your blood."

Now confused, Bea sat up slightly and asked, "What do you mean then?"

Instead of answering her he leaned forward to gently press a kiss to her lips, a far cry from the biting kisses they had been exchanging only moments ago.

"Lay back."

Still not understanding quite what he meant, she decided to humor his command anyway and did as he told. He made his way down her body and when he reached the bottom of her dress she began shifting nervously.

"I don't think I'm ready."

An uncharacteristically soft smile covered his face and his voice was low and soothing when he responded, "I know. This won't affect your virginity at all, I promise. I just want to make you feel good. Can you trust me to do that?"

She gave him a quick nod and tried not to move around when he began pushing the hem of her dress up her thighs, exposing her undergarments. Sensing that she had gone still, Kol began rubbing his thumbs lightly against her hipbones until once again her muscles relaxed and she let out a sigh.

The drag of her last layer down her legs felt like it took years, and Bea instinctively pressed her knees together, feeling embarrassed at being so exposed to another person. But when Kol began caressing her ankles with the tips of his fingers, slowly making his way upwards, she spread her legs and bent her knees to accommodate him as he gently maneuvered her body.

It was when he propped her thighs over his shoulders that she finally spoke with a high pitched tone.

"What on earth are you d-"

The first drag of his tongue against her cut off her question. She let out a squeak and her right knee reflexively kicked out in a spasm. A strained laugh made its way out of her throat.

"Kol, that tickles."

He didn't stop however, continuing to lick at her with a flattened tongue. Quickly the tickling sensation ended, and an entirely new one replaced it. The warm, new feeling began to blossom in her stomach, and when his tongue probed at the small bundle of nerves near the top of her center her pelvis jolted upward unthinkingly. It felt like her muscles were quivering - tightening randomly without her consent. He reached his arms under and around her legs, holding them still as her hips began twitching against him.

Her breath hitched and she began twisting her hands in her sheets, struggling to find something to hold onto, something to ground her as he relentlessly mapped her out with a wickedly talented mouth. Finally she reached over her head and grasped her pillow tightly, clamping her lips together to keep from shouting but letting out a high whine in her throat.

Just when Bea was about to shove her pillow over her face to quell the noises that were escaping her lips, he pulled away. His lips ghosted against her inner thigh and she had to strain to hear the quiet words he murmured against her skin.

"Now don't do that. I want to hear the sounds you make."

She nodded frantically, willing to do anything in that moment to get his mouth back on her. It was when he pressed closer than ever and licked his tongue into her that the dam broke and she let out a wail.

Not holding back at all, she bucked against his grip and fisted her hands in his hair, tugging on it in a way that he seemed to like if his answering groan was any indication. And oh did that groan vibrate through her, causing a harsh exhale to force itself from her lungs.

She couldn't control the babbling stream of words that flew from her mouth as minutes passed. Much of it was profanity and pleading for him to not stop whatever magic he was working in both English and French. But it was most often his name dropping from her lips like a prayer, and as she felt like she was reaching a crescendo she moaned out praises like he was holy.

It was terrifying, not knowing what was happening inside her body as she felt the building feeling suddenly engulf her. But when she started to whimper and convulse, choking on the air that was escaping her throat in a shout, Kol hummed against her and ran a soothing hand across the jumping muscles of her stomach.

The shaking finally subsided and Bea slumped onto her bed, panting and feeling wonderfully boneless. When she glanced down toward her legs, unable to move her head just yet, Kol was smirking, licking at his lips before wiping the excess fluid from his mouth with the back of his hand. Instead of feeling disgust or humiliation like perhaps a lady should, she smiled widely in wonder at him.

"You taste delicious, Miss Lynch."

Still breathless, her voice came out sounding incredibly hoarse when she said, "Thank you. I think."

"Oh, it was definitely a compliment."

He moved up the bed until he was laying beside her. It suddenly struck her that he was fully clothed still, and her dress hadn't even been removed. Aware of the image she must have presented, Bea smoothed down her dress until the hem once again reached her knees before turning on her side and cuddling up to Kol.

He ran his fingers through her now sweaty hair and they laid in a comfortable silence for a few minutes as she tried to catch her breath and process what had happened. Had that been wrong? They hadn't had sex, and her virtue was still intact, but she wondered anyway what people would think if they knew what she had done with a man she wasn't married to -

"You're thinking too much."

And yes, she was, so Bea let her worries go for the time being, focusing on the man beside her who had made her feel like nothing she had ever even imagined.

"You played my body like it was an instrument. That was… that was amazing."

She could feel the smile on his lips as he pressed them to her forehead and whispered in a suggestive voice, "And what a melody you made. My very own symphony."

She grinned and laughed lightly before throwing her arm around him and tangling their legs together. However when her thigh moved over his legs she realized he was hard. Sleepy, but not wanting to be unfair or rude she yawned and on the exhale said, "Do you want me to do something about that? I don't really know what-"

Kol cut her off by pressing his lips to hers and when they pulled apart shrugged and said, "Not this time. But we can do lots of things that can make us both feel good without you losing your virginity."

Drifting off already while still dressed, Bea nodded against his chest and mumbled, "Sounds like a plan. Love you."

She was already asleep when he whispered into her hair, "I love you, too. Happy twenty-first birthday."

Present Day

Bea barely registered the creak of the door opening, entirely blood drunk and whiskey tipsy as she was. Instead she continued to stare up at the boy whose lap her head was currently laying on. He had been an exceptional listener thus far after being compelled to be silent. Most of the other man's body was cast aside a few feet to the left, entirely drained, but this one still had another five minutes or so before he bled out by her estimate.

" – You see, he was so wonderful. So wonderful. If he were here he probably would have torn right into you. But - but he would have let me go first. Such a gentleman-"

"I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that something made you upset."

Bea lurched up and smiled widely, feeling the slight stretch of the dried blood covering her lips and face.

"Rigby! You're home! And if you want a limb there's a few over there!"

Bea turned to see if Boy Number Two appreciated her joke, but he seemed to have died already. Spoilsport.

Looking back at her best friend, she saw Rigby quickly but quietly close the door before calmly surveying their apartment, clearly mentally cataloging the damage.

"You haven't binged this bad in a decade. We're going to have to burn it down. What's wrong?"

All traces of humor suddenly left Bea. Tearing into the humans had calmed her mind a bit, allowed her to distance herself from her more rational side and all of the emotions that entailed. But now as it all came back it was nearly overwhelming once more. She cleared her throat twice and rose unsteadily to her feet before speaking.

Trying to keep her voice even, she said quietly, "Those first five years. I – I got them back."

Rigby's eyes widened and she moved to her with supernatural speed before embracing her tightly. After holding her for a moment she stepped back.

"Jesus Christ, Lynch. You remember everything? Is that what caused this?"

It was only after hearing those words that she broke down once more, any small bit of calmness she'd found fleeing. She was quickly pulled back into a hug and her tears fell heavily onto the shoulder of the other woman's sweater. Rigby was making soft soothing noises and seemed to hold her even closer – Bea rarely cried, and her behavior now was sure to be an indicator that something was very seriously off.

In between heaving sobs she finally choked out, "It's Mikaelson. That's my – my name is Beatrix Mikaelson."

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