After a ton of thought, I decided to keep this chapter and up the rating. So this is the chapter that has officially pushed this story's rating up to M. This is basically really long, heartfelt smut. Plot will resume next chapter!

Kol's weight was pressing down on top of Bea. The solid feeling of his body pushing hers into the mattress was the only thing grounding her to reality – convincing her that somehow, her plan had worked.

It had been absolutely torture knowing that Kol was no longer in his coffin, but also knowing that she couldn't go to him. Bea knew that her timing had to be nothing short of perfection.

There had been no way for her to attend the ball the Mikaelson family was throwing, that was absurdly obvious. Bea was no fool. She be drawing attention to herself, what with the self-centered Mystic Falls teenagers immediately jumping to the conclusion that their teacher could only be a suspicious individual if she – God forbid – had a social life.

They would be correct, of course, but it was still irritating.

Sitting on a fucking roof for hours while listening to a party going on wasn't exactly a thrilling evening, but the knowledge that Kol was only feet away from her had kept Bea on edge. The moment she had overheard Kol's voice near the very balcony she was perched over, the world had stopped.

The brief glance the ghosts of the witches had given her had not been nearly enough to tide her over in the time that had remained before she could be properly reunited with her husband.

But now he was here, right here, and she would be damned if she ever let them be parted again.

Falling into their long-since-perfected rhythm of kissing and grinding against one another was a comfort in and of itself. It seemed as though growing used to one another in bed would have made it less exciting somehow, but it had been the opposite. Kol still surprised her when they had sex, and she knew that she could do the same, but they had learned each other. Learned where to touch, what felt the best – it made every time feel like a confirmation of how well they worked.

Kissing Kol again was wonderful, but now it was starkly different and Bea was nothing short of thrilled to get to explore how things would change. After all, each time Kol licked her fangs she felt the ache between her legs grow even more impossibly hot.

Bea was unable to hold back and just a moment later canted her hips up to grind herself against his stomach as she wrapped her legs around his torso completely, crossing her ankles at the small of his back.

Kol let out a low grunt and kissed her harder than he had been just a second ago. With a feeling between disappointment and excitement, Bea turned her face so their lips no longer touched as she leaned in and let her lips lightly brush against his ear.

"Can I taste you?"

Kol immediately drew back from her and propped himself up on his elbows. A wide, cocky grin covered his face and he raised his eyebrows when he easily responded, "Only if I can."

Bea could barely keep herself from shuddering. Everything Kol did that had turned her on was magnified beyond belief when his face was shifted to show the monstrous side they now both disguised. The blood that saturated his eyes paired with his fangs was enough to put her on the edge of panting. Bea would be embarrassed about it, but she had seen his reaction to her own vampire features.

Bea smiled up at her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to her so she could trail her mouth along his neck. She didn't immediately pierce his skin, instead Bea lightly scraped her fangs against the strained tendon that now stood out. Each time her teeth made contact with his neck, Kol let out a harsh exhale.

When Bea finally bit down hard just over Kol's carotid artery, he groaned in a manner that was more a snarling hiss than anything else. She let out her own appreciative groan the moment his blood flowed into her mouth.

He tasted incredible. It was beyond anything else she had ever experienced in her century as a vampire. Bea had only ever tasted human blood, but this was more than just a flavor. She immediately felt as though Kol was a part of her, inside of her in more ways than one.

Her moment of near-ecstasy was amplified when just after her first few gulps from his neck, Kol moved one of his arms from beside her head and reached down between them. Before she could even comprehend that he had moved, Kol shoved his hand between her legs and rubbed his palm against her. Hard.

Bea wrenched her teeth from Kol's neck more sloppily than she had intended and she saw the bite mark become ragged around the edges. She couldn't focus too much on that, however, instead completely overwhelmed as she cried out in a high voice, "Mon dieu!"

Kol met her gaze and looked absolutely wicked as he looked down at her. Bea could feel the blood seeping from the corners of her mouth and dripping down her chin onto her neck and watched as his own eyes following its path.

Kol's hand once more pressed harshly against her, but in the same second he leaned down and began gently licking the blood from her chin, offsetting the rush of lust with an equal measure of tenderness. Without meaning to, Bea felt her fangs retract and her face slip back into its human appearance. When Kol began licking messily at her lips Bea laughed and bit down jokingly on his tongue.

Kol pulled back and looked mockingly outraged as he moved his hand up from her heat and instead gripped her hip, but Bea interrupted him before he could act theatrically offended, as she knew he would.

"I love you."

Kol started completely at her abrupt words, and all joking fell from his expression as he looked down at her. His fangs receded, mimicking her own human visage, and the hand that was still beside her head shifted to brush back her hair slowly.

Kol's smile was earnest, a private smile that Bea knew only she got to see. When he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers in a chaste kiss, it felt more intimate than anything they had done since they had first begun kissing after their reunion.

He pulled back slowly, and only after ensuring that Bea was meeting his eyes, Kol whispered back, "I love you, too. As long as we both shall live. I suspect you're going to be stuck with me for quite a while."

Bea let out a laugh that effectively broke the serious mood, unwrapping her legs from around him and shoving at his shoulders until he moved back and was kneeling. Immediately Bea sat up herself and began unbuttoning his shirt, but Kol soon waved off her fumbling fingers to do it himself. With her hands unoccupied, Bea lifted her own long sleeve t shirt off over her head and deftly reached around to take off her bra. As entertaining as it might be to see Kol attempt to wrestle with this century's bras, she was far too impatient for the both of them to be naked.

As Kol finished unbuttoning his shirt, Bea worked to unbuckle his belt, purposely brushing her fingers against his cock to hear the snarled curses he uttered in response. Just as his belt was removed, Kol pushed Bea back down onto the mattress, moving her backwards until she was splayed against the pillows at the head of the bed.

Bea opened her mouth to protest at the simply unacceptable amount of clothing Kol still wore, but was silenced just a second later when he stripped himself out of his shirt, revealing his chest and stomach fully.

Oh. Bea suddenly remembered that yes, she had always been partial to the v-shaped lines of muscle on her husband's lower stomach that led to his –

"Bea, love, I'm feeling quite objectified at the moment."

Bea looked back up at Kol's face and saw the cocky, expectant expression on his face. Of course she couldn't let him get away with his blatant teasing, especially when she was sprawled half naked beneath him, so she did what she knew would drive him absolutely mad. She feigned indifference.

"Don't worry sweetheart, there really isn't all that much to look at. It's a good thing I'm with you for more than just your looks, let me tell you –"

Her words were immediately transformed into a strangled cry when Kol blurred down to simultaneously shove his thigh between her legs to grind up against her and pin both of her arms over her head, completely trapping her.

"Merde! Jesus, fuck!"

Kol was evidently not going to let her off easily, however, and he immediately moved his thigh against her once more while brushing his lips along her ear to ask, "What is it you wanted?"

Bea tried to speak but couldn't find the words to say when he gripped both of her wrists with just one hand and used the other to trail down her body. Kol only ran his hands over her breasts for a moment, evidently remembering that her nipples had never been all that sensitive, and instead traced his fingertips in nonsensical patterns lightly just over the waist band of her leggings.

Kol allowed his fingers to dip just below the edge of her leggings on her hip and he continued speaking in a voice that practically dripped lust.

"Really, I think you should ask politely for what you want."

Bea could only shakily breathe out a string of words as she tried rolling her hips up when she said, "Please, I want you."

Kol's lips moved from her ear down her neck and he lightly nipped at her skin, not giving in to her just yet.

"Please what, Beatrix?"

Bea broke. There was no other word for it. Her words were barely more than a babble as she answered, "Whatever you want. I swear, anything you want."

Kol immediately released her hands and moved down her body, peeling off her leggings and letting out a pleased but quiet, "fuck" when he saw her lace thong.

When he had tossed her leggings off to the side of the bed, he looked up to Bea with a wide grin and said, "I can truly appreciate this century's undergarments."

Bea let out a laugh and a rush of extreme happiness overtook her. God, she had missed Kol. Missed this. The way they were together. Slow, tender, and loving sex some nights. Lust-filled, hungry fucking others. But they were always just Bea and Kol. They could fight and laugh in bed, because at the end of the day they were in love. Kol was a part of her, and she knew that she was a part of him.

Her thoughts focused back on her husband a split second later however when Kol pushed her legs apart and began kissing up the inside of her thigh. Bea's breathing became heavier, but when he paused his journey and began laving his tongue over a specific patch of skin half way up her thigh, Bea realized what he was doing.

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at Kol, who was tenderly stroking his thumbs along her inner thighs on either side of his mouth as she propped her thighs open. He had an open expression on his face, and although he was still teasing her, she saw his seriousness when he asked, "Anything I want?"

Bea nodded and stroked a hand through his hair before she lightly replied, "I've already taken a bite out of you – it was sweet of you to let me go first."

Kol nodded in mock solemnity, "I am nothing if not a gentleman."

Without further warning, Kol's fangs descended and he bit down on her femoral artery. Bea let out a harsh breath of both pain and pleasure – sharp teeth piercing one's flesh wasn't exactly soothing, but the knowledge that Kol was feeding from her made a sharp spike of arousal pulse through her.

After a minute or two, Kol pulled back and immediately hooked his fingers through the edge of her underwear, pulling them off and moving off the bed to shed the rest of his own clothes. Standing beside the bed, Kol looked down at Bea with an expression that made her squirm. In a low and rasping voice he said, "You're bloody perfect, Bea Mikaelson."

A small whimper escaped her throat – the bastard knew that she had a weakness for being called that – but at the same time, a familiar and fucking irritating bit of self consciousness hit her.

God fucking damnit. Bea knew, she knew, that Kol was attracted to her. When he had discovered her streak of self-consciousness regarding her scarring he had gone out of his way to make sure it was something she understood. But even without the knowledge of a spouse who had often seen her naked, Bea had been insecure about her body the entirety of the last century. Especially the last few decades.

She was being annoying. And fishing for compliments. And acting like an insecure mess when she should be reveling in their time together, but god she really couldn't hold back a self deprecating laugh.

"Not by this century's standards."

Her tone was half-lighthearted, but of course Kol immediately picked up on the very real negativity behind it. And in response, he looked absolutely shocked.

"You must be joking. You have absolutely nothing to worry about."

Bea rolled her eyes, feeling better at the knowledge that her husband was still as attracted to her as she was to him. Her next words were much more detached, meant to brush off her previous statement, but instead had the opposite effect on the conversation.

"Small breasts and wide hips are hardly in fashion this decade."

A slow smile spread across Kol's face, one that signaled the fact that his following words were most likely going to cause a blush to cover her face. His expression became downright predatory, and Bea edited her previous thought. His next words were going to be filthy, and her blush would most likely cover her entire body.

"Well, love, I'm quite certain this decade's humans must be simply daft. Your breasts are a vision, especially when I get my mouth on them. Sometimes I want to spend hours on them, mapping them out with my hands, my teeth, my tongue."

Kol had climbed back onto the bed and settled between her legs. In contrast to his explicit words, his hands were nothing short of leisurely as they trailed up and down her skin.

"I've no idea who would dare think your hips aren't a godsend – fantastic at spreading your thighs for me, letting me fuck you with my tongue for hours. Absolutely perfect for me to grab so I can hold you still when I bend you over and fuck you from behind so deeply you scream."

Bea's brain had essentially given up. There weren't any coherent sentences coming to mind. All that remained was a litany of yes yes yes mine.

Bea immediately gripped his shoulders and pulled him up so their bodies were aligned. It meant she couldn't kiss his lips, unfortunately, due to the fact that he was nearly a foot taller than her, but Bea made do with tilting her head back and placing a gentle kiss on the thin skin just below Kol's jaw. Letting out a low hum, she ran her mouth gently over the same spot and exhaled out a quiet "I love you." Kol shifted his hips and Bea felt his cock pressing against her. He bent his head down in response to her words and kissed her hair. With an equally soft, "I love you, too" he thrust into her with a single, smooth motion.

Fuck. Bea involuntarily felt her body go rigid, and a tight, hurt sound escaped her throat. God, she really hoped Kol didn't –

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Kol had propped himself up so he could meet her gaze, pushing himself up on one elbow while his other hand reached behind her to rest on the headboard. He'd begun to pull out of her and was holding himself still and speaking in a low, worried voice.

Bea felt utterly humiliated. She – god. She really needed him to keep going and pretend nothing was out of the ordinary. As much as she was loathe to admit it, Bea was nervous. She hadn't had sex in one hundred years. For Kol it had been mere days.

"Nothing is wrong. Get back to it!"

Bea paired her put-upon light tone with a swift kick to the back of his thigh with her heel. But Kol was still looking into her eyes and able to see through her. His expression grew confused, and as he opened his mouth to continue , she cut him off in what she knew to be an incredibly defensive tone.

"I'm fine. I haven't done this in a century, my cunt is out of practice."

The cracking of the headboard splintering inches from her head was matched by Kol making a sound that seemed as though she had torn it from his throat with her bare hands.

"Holy – fuck. Fuck, Bea. You haven't – fucking hell."

Bea narrowed her eyes at him and shifted her body. Finding that the sting had faded almost entirely, she pushed her hips up against his and tightened her grip on his shoulders, drawing blood with her nails. When she spoke challengingly, it was practically a dare.

"No, I haven't. There's a slew of new words for different sexualities, I'm one of them. Now are you going to have sex with me, or –"

Her words were cut off when Kol let out a low growl and thrust back into her harshly, turning her words into a strangled cry.

"Bea. I am feeling incredibly fucking possessive right now."

But before Bea could formulate any kind of teasing response, Kol pulled out and repeated his actions. The only sounds she could make were high pitched shouts and whimpers around the heavy panting her breathing had been reduced to. Every time he rolled his hips into hers the slapping sound of their bodies colliding made the heat in her belly grow even hotter.

The slow, relaxed mood from before had vanished entirely, and Bea couldn't find it in her to miss it at all. Kol moved the hand beside her head and twisted his fingers through her hair, pulling it lightly so her head was tilted backwards, baring her neck and allowing him to tilt his own head down to kiss her. It was an awkward angle, but as he licked into her mouth and seemed to want to taste all of her, it seemed like a 'welcome home'. Their kissing soon turned into an equal balance of teeth and tongues, and each time Kol pounded into her she cried out against his mouth.

Her entire body felt like a live wire. When Kol began grinding against her at the end of every thrust, Bea had to break the kiss to gasp hoarsely.

Bea wanted – needed more. When she began shoving lightly at his shoulders, Kol immediately backed up off of her and sat back on his heels. When she began turning onto her hands and knees Kol knew what it was she wanted, and just a moment later reached out to grip her hips before flipping her over.

He was back inside of her just a second later, thrusting so deeply that she couldn't hold back her babbling as she arched her back to create the best angle. French and English swears were punctuated with groans and grunts that vaguely resembled Kol's name.

Soon Bea was unable to hold herself up on her hands, so she reached forward to grip the damaged headboard. Kol released his hold on her hips and bent down, pressing the length of his chest against her back. He extended his right hand to fold over hers on the headboard but wrapped his other arm around her middle, pulling her tightly against him as he slowed down the speed of his thrusts.

Kol was no longer frantically pounding into her, instead he used the arm wrapped around her to tilt her pelvis in turn with the slow undulation of his own hips. This position had always been one of Bea's favorites. With his height, Kol was able to curl over her entirely, and when his body bracketed hers she felt safe, protected – cherished.

"Oh god, please, please, Kol, please."

Of course he knew what she was begging for. Kol let out a low laugh, but his voice sounded absolutely wrecked when he whispered against her ear, "Of course, darling."

With that, he moved the hand pressed to her stomach to the apex of her thighs. When he found that perfect, perfect spot and began rubbing her deliciously in time with his thrusts, Bea felt her orgasm building.

Kol let his lips trail over the shell of her ear as the aching pressure kept building, praising everything about her in a reverent tone. The tenderness of his words complimented the sensations his body was creating, and only a minute or two later Bea let out high whimper that turned into a gasp as she reached her peak.

As Bea came down from her high, Kol picked up the pace once more and after a minute of quick thrusts he buried his face against her shoulder and groaned, finishing inside of her.

They were both breathing heavily as he pulled out of her but stayed in the same position, and after regaining his breath, Kol began pressing light kisses against her neck.

"Fuck. Love you, Bea."

Bea let out a tired, relaxed laugh. She was entirely sated and quite honestly – exhausted. Her day had been an emotional roller coaster, and now she was ready for bed.

Bea lowered herself onto the mattress and Kol did the same, laying on his back. Bea grabbed the sheets that had been discarded onto the floor and pulled them onto the bed as she snuggled up beside him. She rested her head against his chest and began tracing nonsensical designs over his skin. The two laid in silence, but after a minute Kol grabbed her hand and tangled their fingers together.

Bea looked up and made eye contact, seeing his soft expression and knowing it was a reflection of her own.

"Love you, too. Glad to see we've still got it. I'd been worried that after a century in a coffin you wouldn't still be fantastic in the sack. Thanks for proving me wrong, Mr. Mikaelson."

Kol began laughing, completely without reservation or any sort of front. Bea would never take that laugh for granted ever again.

"My pleasure, Mrs. Mikaelson. Now, you look like you're about to pass out. We should sleep. By the way, your eye makeup is smudged to the point that you look a bit like a raccoon."

Bea let out a yawn and half heartedly smacked his chest, muttering out a bland insult. However tired she felt, she couldn't relax completely. Biting her lip, she looked him up and down with a worried expression. Kol, however, proved once again how well he knew her when he interrupted her anxious stream of thoughts.

"I'm not going anywhere, love. I'll still be here in the morning if you promise you will as well. Now sleep."

Bea felt her throat tighten up, overwhelmed. She was so, so happy. But also worried and still angry at Kol's brothers. However she knew that nothing more could be resolved tonight, so she forced herself to release her tension and sunk deeper into his embrace.

"I promise. Love you. G'night."

Just as she began drifting off, Kol suddenly let out a curious huff and sat up, causing her sputter and roll off of him.

"Darling, where the hell are we?"