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.

March, 1912

It was surreal. Everything had only truly sunk in the moment Kol opened the door to the automobile and she faced the beautiful house he had bought for them along the coast of North Carolina. Though perhaps bought was a misnomer – Bea wasn't sure he had paid for the property in full. Or at all, really. Regardless, her mouth fell open in awe at the new home.

Their new home. She would never live alone again as Miss Beatrix Lynch. Now she was Mrs. Beatrix Mikaelson.

With little warning Bea suddenly found herself thrown over her previously-silent husband's shoulder, making her let out a loud "Oomph" as his shoulder dug into her lower stomach.

Before she could catch her breath and begin shrieking, Kol spoke in a conversational tone.

"I'm quite sure I'm meant to carry you over the threshold, love. And I'm all for remaining proper and upholding human traditions."

Immediately Bea's anger quelled and she couldn't hold in her laughter. When he gently lowered her back to the ground she was still laughing. She hadn't noticed they had entered the front hall of their new home until the high heeled shoes she wore clicked loudly against the hardwood floors.

It was jarring. Her laughter trailed off and immediately to her extreme embarrassment a blush crawled up her cheeks. They were in their home, and it was their wedding night. Bea knew that it was finally the night that she and Kol would have sex. She wanted it, but holy hell was it causing her nerves to act up.

Kol clearly noted her sudden tenseness. She had openly discussed her nervousness with him regarding their first night as husband and wife and therefore knew immediately what was causing her stress.

"You're in charge tonight, chéri. We do whatever you want."

And truly, Bea hadn't thought she could love someone to the degree she loved Kol Mikaelson. His uncharacteristically gentle words caused a rush of fondness, and Bea stepped closer to him so that she could press her lips to his.

As per usual, their kiss quickly became heated. When he suddenly pulled back and knelt before her she was taken aback. His intentions were made clear a moment later when he began carefully removing her shoes.

"I could get used to being on my knees before you. Worshipping you as you deserve, Mrs. Mikaelson."

Those were the words that spurred her to action. As soon as her shoes were off Bea strode up the stairs, leaving Kol behind her with a plaintive "Hey!" shouted at her back. It only took two guesses for her to find the master bedroom and by then he had used his speed to overtake her, opening the door with exaggerated chivalry and a bow.

Time seemed to vacillate between slowing down drastically and speeding up to the degree that Bea felt as though she couldn't keep up. When she had removed her dress and stood before Kol wearing only her slip, anticipation once more began to build with a rush of heat deep in her stomach as she watched his face become nothing short of hungry.

Kol sat back on the bed, scooting backwards until he was sitting against the headboard. With a smirk on his face he patted the blanket in front of him, prompting Bea to climb onto the bed herself.

To her surprise, Kol remained quiet. Perhaps his usual commentary would have relieved some of her nervousness, but the quiet was equally soothing. Instead of drawing her into his lap to kiss her, Kol once more surprised her when he spread his legs and turned her so she sat between his thighs, her back pressed to his chest.

His warm hands rubbing her back felt like heaven and the irony that it was a homicidal vampire making her feel so good was not lost on her. When his nails lightly scratched at her shoulders – especially her sensitive scarred one - she nearly moaned.

Bea barely noticed as Kol slid the straps of her slip down and it pooled at her waist. When he moved his hands to her front and began teasing her she really did moan.

She opened her legs in a clear invitation and within a moment Kol's hand began touching the apex of her thighs.

"You're so gorgeous."

Kol's lips ghosted along her neck and she shuddered. One arm wrapped around her stomach, as he continued to work at her with his fingers, building her up and up until she nearly went over the edge.

Then he stopped.

Bea turned around and threw her legs over his, an indignant expression on her face. However before she could protest Kol cupped her face and began kissing her softly. When he pulled back he rested his forehead against her.

"We're married."

An enormous smile spread over her face and she laughed at his wondrous tone.

"Yes. We are. I can barely believe I have lowered myself to marry such a degenerate like - "

Kol tackled her back, surprising a laugh out of her.

He smiled at her and bent to kiss her more aggressively. After kissing her on the neck he propped himself up on his elbows, keeping the majority of his weight off of her. With no small measure of seriousness in his voice he said, "You're in charge, love. Tell me what you like, what you don't."

Bea blushed. Quietly she whispered back, "I don't know what to do. If I do something wrong, can you tell me? If I can't do this right?"

Kol immediately cut her off, "There is no right or wrong, not with us. Whatever comes naturally." Bea nodded, and gasped as her husband began kissing down her body.

It hurt, she knew it would, but she had not expected it to quite so much. It felt as though she was being torn in two and well – she supposed that was true in a sense.

Bea wound her arms more tightly around Kol and pressed her face against Kol's chest, hiding her tears as best she could against his heated skin, but there was no quelling her small whimper.

Kol was holding himself still above her. Every time he shifted minutely she had to clench her teeth and focus on keeping her breath. Kol had lifted his chest from hers and now bent his neck, pressing her lips to her cheeks.

"Shh, worst part is over love. I swear." Bea could feel the sharp pain abating and now no longer wished to swat at him and shove him off of her.

"That had best be the worst part, else I won't have a clue what all the fuss is. You can – you can move."

And he did. A surge of heat flooded her belly alongside the sting now and she breathed in a quiet gasp.

Kol's pace was slow – gentle – and they soon settled into a rhythm. Bea felt incredibly relieved when her body seemed to know what to do instinctually. She moaned out his name and called out to a god she didn't believe in both in English and French. Soon she was reduced to incoherently cries.

His finish nearly came as a surprise but less than a second later he reached down and touched her the way he had learned quickly makes her writhe and sends her over the edge.

When she'd stopped shuddering and regained her senses and smiled widely, completely sated. Kol had made it clear to her why an orgasm was called la petite mort – a little death – every time he brought her to a climax and she could swear she disconnected from her own body. She supposed it fit, the vampire delivering little deaths to his lover time and time again.

"Kol Mikaelson, I love you so, so much."

"I love you, too, Beatrix Mikaelson."

Present Day

Bea sighed for the sixth time into the subpar coffee in front of her.

"What now?"

Bea couldn't really blame Rigby - after all, she knew she was being moody. But the town of Mystic Falls was so boring. The "Mystic Cafe" wasn't exactly luxurious, and noting else in this town seemed to be either.

"I cannot believe Klaus lasted long enough here to perform the ritual. It is utterly plebeian."

Rigby kicked her shin under the table, a disapproving look on her face at the bitchy comment. Dear god, how they got along and loved each other so fiercely was truly a mystery with how completely different they could be.

Before Bea could open her mouth to retort, something caught her eye outside of the large windows at the storefront.

Her jaw snapped shut and she squinted to be sure that she wasn't mistaken. But it only made her more confident in her assessment. The straight hair and boring outfit had thrown her off, but it was her. What the hell she was doing in this town was a mystery. Rigby had turned as well and had the same surprised expression she knew must be on her own face.

"Rigby, am I mistaken or is that Katie?"

Hello Lovelies! I have a quick question - would people be wanting more explicit love scenes? I have a few written but was unsure if I should include them and up the rating to M. Let me know!