The first section is an adult scene, if any reader isn't comfortable with it you can skip to the second portion!

"Tu es incroyable, Bea. So, so good for me."

Bea whined and tightened her arms around Kol's neck. She was straddling Kol's lap but when he sat up it put them level with each other, pretty much the only position that let them comfortably maintain eye contact and kiss. It was – it almost felt like too much at times, too many sensations. He was rocking into her slowly, grasping her hips and moving her with him, drawing it out and taking complete control. They often traded off who it was that was more dominant during their time in bed, and right now, Bea was more than happy to let him make the decisions. It was freeing in a sense, not having to worry or think. Instead she got to simply feel.

The plan to have angry sex quite obviously hadn't been followed. They had both been too relaxed on their way home to act angry when they were feeling the opposite.

Her stomach felt too warm and the space between her thighs was aching, only temporarily sated when Kol's cock was thrust all of the way inside of her. Fuck, she felt full. Not just literally – every muscle in her body seemed like it was pulsing.

Bea knew that many people could have sex without emotional attachment, and she didn't look down on those people at all, but when she was with Kol she couldn't even contemplate doing this with anyone else. It felt amazing because it was amazing that she and her husband could be together in such a tangible, intimate way, even when they were quickly and roughly fucking.

Kol was the only man that had ever seen her completely naked. Whenever they fucked it was like she was tearing herself open, holding out her heart with all of the good and bad showing and trusting him not to hurt her.

"Don't know how I got so lucky, want to be in your veins, under your skin. Tellement bon, darling, you feel amazing around my cock, you're so good. Warm and soft and wet, just fucking perfect. And I'm the only one who gets to feel you."

Kol's last words were punctuated with a slow grind against her and Bea's eyes fluttered shut as she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against Kol's. Her lips were parted and she was struggling to breathe she was so turned on and overwhelmed. Every one of his words made her feel better and better – being praised in bed and told she was 'good' was sort of her thing.

"Only you, je suis à vous, love you so much."

Being told that she was only his was sort of his thing.

Bea could feel him shudder at her words and she ducked her head so her face was pressed against his neck, where she began whispering against his skin, letting her teeth lightly drag against his tendons.

"Always yours, Kol. I'm yours and you're mine. We're going to make it rain blood and drink and slaughter and fuck forever and never die. Toi et moi."

Kol let out a hoarse, quiet moan and the noise made Bea shiver and jerk in his lap. It seemed like Kol was near completion, so Bea reached down to thumb at her clit in time to his thrusts that were now speeding up. After a minute of climbing higher and higher Kol spoke through clenched teeth.

"Close, love?"

Bea's only response was a high pitched, strangled whimper, which really spoke for itself. When Kol tilted his head back, baring his neck in a clear invitation, Bea took up his offer and bit down in a mirror of the place he had left a bite mark on her just minutes before. As she gulped down his blood her hand stuttered, and Kol moved his own hand down to take over rubbing the apex of her thighs.

Bea's breathing was reduced to sobs at this point and she tried to grab Kol's hand to speed him up and make him press harder against her. She didn't always orgasm during sex, though Kol always made sure to make it up to her with his mouth and hands when she didn't, but it was very clear that she would this time. However instead of complying with her silent demand, he slowed down when she was just on the edge and spoke.

"Tell me what you want. Ask nicely."

Bea's voice was completely uneven and hitching when she spoke, but thank god before she even finished talking Kol was moving his hand again so she wouldn't completely lose her quickly-approaching orgasm. He was teasing her, but he wasn't completely cruel.

"Please, god, Kol, s'il vous plaît, please make me come."

And he complied.

"The movies never get it right. It's always far too bright! Like a shade of vermilion."

"I thought vermilion was green?"

Bea huffed and rolled her eyes. It might be the – okay, no, it was definitely her inner art snob that was making her exasperated. Kol looked confused, which was entirely adorable, so she leaned over and pecked him lightly, getting even more blood on her lips before pulling back.

"No, you're probably confusing it with 'viridian'. Vermilion is a scarlet color. You'll see when I make you watch the movie Scream with me. It's a horror film but also a comedy."

Kol took a second to shove the body he'd been drinking from off to the side so he could fully turn around to face her.

"I'm interested. How is the film both? Do you mean in the way that the inevitable gory deaths of the humans can be amusing?"

Bea pursed her lips and tried to attempt to describe it for him. There were so many cinematic masterpieces she would have to catch him up on. They hadn't really spent much time lazing about together seeing as their reunion had been only a couple of days. But they now had an eternity together, and Kol had so very much to learn.

Skydiving, Charles Bukowski, Nickelodeon, easily accessible fruit, speed boats, ACDC, mechanical bulls, Harry Potter, iPods, trampolines – he was going to love this century.

But God, he wouldn't even understand any Mean Girls references. And Britney Spears was a cultural icon he had to know about, what with her body and – On second thought, Bea wouldn't introduce him to that trollop, no matter how talented she was.

"No, it isn't funny in the way you find the slaughter humorous. It is essentially a movie about trends in horror movies. So – shit. It will have to come later, when you've actually seen the movies it references. Disney is probably more important."

"What is a Disney? Another horror film?"

Bea shook her head in dismissal and was caught between wanting to laugh and wanting to scream – not at him, of course. More at the general unfairness of the universe. Every second they were together was a reminder of the time they had spent apart. She had been alive for nearly a century and a quarter, and yet only five years had been spent with Kol. How was it that he had taken her entire life by storm?

Bea resolved to try to be a bit less overwhelming. The technological revolution would take time to tell him about. So she would go slow instead of trying to shove all of the information upon him as soon as she could.

Speaking of going slow, Bea looked down at the pile of bodies she'd been drinking from. Two of the young women were dead and one was on the brink of bleeding out. The pool of wasted blood staining the blanket the women had been picnicking on was fairly large. Bea really should have taken her time and savored every drop, but watching Kol eat had made her own hunger grow, prompting a sloppy feeding.

The remnants of Kol's meal was a disaster in comparison to hers, however, so she felt better about herself. He was coated in blood.

Deciding to act on a random urge, Bea shifted closer to him and licked at his cheek, revealing his skin beneath the blood. He looked amused by the action, but instead of questioning it tackled her to the ground and began licking her face messily.

"Ew! Oh my god, get off you ingrate!"

Kol pretended not to hear her and instead moved down to lick at her neck, not at all sexually, instead with the objective to gross her out even further.

With another protesting shriek Bea finally wriggled a knee under him and shoved him off, making him fly across the clearing in the woods. Kol landed on his feet but still looked caught off guard and spoke in a wondering tone.

"Still getting used to that. You're stronger than a vampire your age should be."

Bea shrugged and explained her hypothesis to him, which he nodded along to.

"Seems like it makes sense. Not going to test it – there isn't any other mortal I could see drinking my blood or my siblings' blood for years on end. You're special."

His last word was spoken jokingly and in unison with him speeding over to her and swinging her up in his arms in a mocking bridal position. However when he twirled her around Bea looked down at the bodies, considering.

"We should probably burn these. I don't recognize any of them, so they weren't high school students or locals."

Kol shrugged and put her down as he began rearranging the bodies.

"How excited are you to have quit that job, by the way?"

Bea smiled widely, agreeing wordlessly with his statement. The very day after the confrontation in the parking lot Bea had quit her job. Rigby had mentioned going out of town to take care of an errand a few weeks before, so Bea had insisted she take the time off immediately to avoid the Mystic Falls gang until Bea with Kol's help could figure out a way to protect her. With Rigby gone for the next few days, it would be only her and Kol. Well, and –

The loud chime of her text tone going off startled her, and Kol whipped his head around in surprise. However when she pulled out her iPhone she saw it was a message from Rebekah that must have taken a little while to go through with the shitty service in the woods.

"Go back to bonfire-building. It's your sister. We're planning to go shopping this weekend when the mall will be open all day. I wanted her to meet Rigby, but Rigby said she might be gone a little longer than she'd thought."

Kol was rolling the bodies up in the blanket and holding up the wine the girls had been drinking, evidently assessing if it would be flammable enough to act as an accelerant or if they would have to purchase one. He looked away from it, however, to call over to her in a complaining tone.

"You two are going to be a nightmare together, mark my words. But she probably needs a positive female role model."

"Aw, you think – "

"Which is why Rigby will be a good figure for her to have in her life."

Bea burst into agreeing laughter at his mockery and walked over to him.

"You're an ass. We're sending your sister a picture, so lean in and smile."

Elijah was fairly relaxed, reading the newspaper and sipping at his tea in the foyer of the mansion. There was so much on his mind lately that any form of calming entertainment or distraction from all of Klaus's messes was welcome.

Rebekah throwing herself onto the couch next to him with a dramatic sigh was the opposite of relaxing.

"They're sickeningly adorable together, in case you were wondering."

There were few people that Elijah could remember Bekah talking about with such an underlying current of fondness. He didn't want to make assumptions so with some regret he put down his newspaper and turned to look at her.

"Who is it you're talking about?"

"Kol and his wife."

At her answer, Elijah sat up abruptly and began to focus on her completely.

"You've been in contact with Kol? Where is he? What has he been –"

Rebekah rolled her eyes and waved a hand at him, cutting him off with exasperation.

"No, I'm not in contact with Kol. Apparently he finds touch screens frustrating and keeps breaking his phones."

Elijah honestly couldn't name the feeling that was coming over him. There was relief to hear any information about Kol since he had been taken at the disastrous ball, but also apprehension. Because if Rebekah wasn't speaking with Kol, then…

"Bea and I have been exchanging texts quite a bit. She's even more miserable about being in this town than I am, so we're planning a trip to the mall this Saturday."

Elijah heard a vibration come from Rebekah's phone and watched her look at the message. With a light huffing sound of amusement she turned the screen and held it out to him, prompting him to look at what she had just received.

It was a picture of Kol and the woman he very vaguely remembered as Beatrix. Kol was completely splattered with blood and he saw blood also covering the lower half of the woman's face. Kol was pressing a kiss to the her cheek and Beatrix was grinning widely, nearly all of her teeth on display in a show of what appeared to be genuine happiness.

"You see? Violent and somewhat psychotic, but sickeningly adorable."