The pain of passion is akin to fire
Loving leaves me with traces of desire
The crack that rents and stills a broken heart
Is that which forces heaven's doors apart.
- Rumi, Like This
Adelia hummed to herself as her gaze flickered from her laptop to the notepad and then towards Klaus sitting across from her.
"How about rosemary and carnations?" The witch asked.
"For what?" The Original looked up in confusion and the woman almost looked offended by his obliviousness.
"Your funeral, of course," she replied, placing her laptop on the coffee table with a shrug, "Your spirit shouldn't haunt me for not giving you an appropriate farewell."
Klaus stunned, stopped his musing and faced her properly, "My funeral?"
Adelia tapped her pen on the paper, giving him a look and answered, "No speeches. Lets cut down the music. It's a funeral for god sake. No bands, no orchestra."
As the older vampire opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by the witch's continued plans.
"Though I think your enemies might have different sentiments towards your death, they might party," she completed with a smile.
The Original pursed his lips in annoyance and glared at her, "Why need enemies when I have you?"
"I am deeply honoured," Adelia quipped.
Elijah entered the living room and sat beside her before rolling up the sleeves of her cardigan. Without a word, he pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. "Vervain," he answered, sensing the occupants' confusion.
"Oh yes, your Original father," she rolled her eyes as her husband injected her a second later, the liquid burning her veins as it traveled up her arms.
Elijah glanced at his wife and rubbed her arms gently, "You will stay with me."
"Oh is that right?" Adelia humoured.
Klaus, deep in thoughts, looked at Maeve and then towards his brother. "You think my hybrids can be compelled as well?"
Adelia shrugged, suddenly curious and said, "We haven't thought about it, but we can always test it out, no harm."
"And please hurry," Elijah suggested his younger brother.
"It complicates the plan. If your father were to detect any form of vervain, he'll be suspicious," the elder Mikaelson's wife offered.
Klaus got up with a smirk and clapped in amusement, "That's your job to make sure things go accordingly." He walked towards the door before throwing a glance towards them, "I have a hybrid to test out."
"Don't be an arse, Nik," Adelia's voice echoed the room as the Original hybrid left the room. She turned to her husband with a pout, "Your brother is an arse."
May 1863
New Orleans, Louisiana
"You should not stand outside in this weather, Mr. Mikaelson. Grandmother will not be pleased," Elijah heard her from the other side of the door.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice her joining him. She cleared her throat that caused him to turn around to face her.
"Adelia," he murmured, taking in her features.
"Mr. Mikaelson" she greeted impassively when he noticed an umbrella atop their heads causing his lips to twitch lightly.
Elijah recalled their previous encounter with an umbrella, the most at peace he had been then in centuries. He took it from her and started walking towards the surrounding forest and as expected, she followed in silence.
"I won't apologise for what happened," the Original started. "I do not regret it," he confessed when she stopped suddenly. He moved towards her. "I will not lie and say it wasn't anything because it was everything I have ever wanted."
"You are being delusional, Elijah," she said.
The Original stopped right in front of her as their breaths intermingled that made her breath hitch and she dropped her gaze from his intense ones.
"Maybe I am not the only one," he said, looking at her fiercely.
Adelia met his stare defiantly but her posture faltered when his nose suddenly grazed hers and she immediately took a step back.
"Tell me this is a lie," Elijah stepped forward and she retreated two steps when her back hit a tree. He placed one hand beside her head and the other moved between her back and the tree causing it to arch redundantly. "I do think you share my affections," he whispered in her ear softly and her eyes shut down instinctively.
"Father won't like this. You should leave," she ordered and he caressed her lower back, making her stiffen in surprise.
"Is that what is stopping you?" Elijah asked the witch, his lips touching her rosy cheek.
She suddenly pushed him away with a glare and picked up the discarded umbrella before walking away from him.
Adelia crouched down to brush away the autumn leaves from the gravestone as a smile flickered over the witch's face, her fingers tracing the name with a distinct fondness. She put away the dried up flowers before placing a fresh bouquet of roses in its place.
"My cousin has enough love going for him even after a century. Give him a break," Rafael drawled from behind her as he came to a stop a foot away from the Laurentis heir.
"Any reason you stopped by?" Adelia rolled her eyes and turned to face her childhood friend.
"You have been slacking off work. I love everything but buttering up the investors is not my forte," he answered while putting a single flower over the grave.
"I will call them up and reschedule. Not this week and the next," she said.
Rafael wound an arm around her shoulder as they walked along the ground before he closed the iron gate to the Lumiere. "Well, please do it alright," he broke the silence, "I'd hate to see you more tangled up in Mikaelson business."
"I promise," Adelia smiled and pecked his cheek in farewell. "Take care."
The Desmond pulled open the door to the car backseat for the witch and kissed her forehead. "You too."
She hummed and sat inside as the car rolled away from the foundation.
Rafael sighed, thinking of the Mikaelsons before stepping inside his car.
"This place is fantastic. Once you get over all the whiny music and pale looking people, it is literally a breeding ground for machiavellianism and tranquility," Klaus said, eyeing Elijah sipping his tea on the couch.
"Your father is dead," Stefan informed him over the phone as the Originals stiffened.
"What did you say to me?" The younger Original enquired.
"Oh, my mistake," the Salvatore drawled, "Not your actual father and not dead. Mikael. Daggered. What do you want me to do with the body?"
Elijah rolled his eyes uncharacteristically and gave a look to his brother.
"Well, first I want you to explain to me exactly what happened," Klaus continued after glancing at his brother. "I wanna see him. I want to see his rotting body for myself."
"Well, he is here. Come by whenever you want," the ripper answered.
"If you are lying to me Stefan, your compulsion will expose you. So, answer with your life. Is what you are saying the truth?"
"It's true. I saw it with my own eyes," his answer came a little hesitant.
Klaus sighed and shared a look with Elijah, "I wanna talk to Rebekah."
"That's not a problem. She is right here," Stefan said.
Rebekah's voice came next over the phone, "Hello Nik."
"Rebekah, love. What's this I hear about Mikael's tragic run-in with the dagger?" The Original asked sweetly.
"It's true. He's finally out of our lives for good," the female said. "I miss you. I'm miserable here."
"I'll be home soon," the brother replied.
"Good. I'll see you then, brother," Rebekah finished before the dial tone filled the silence.
"I will talk to our sister," Elijah spoke, seeing the expression on the hybrid's face.
"Please do or else there's always another solution to her misgivings," Klaus threatened and left the room, pushing past Elijah as he tried to continue the conversation.
The elder brother pinched his forehead before dialling his phone to prepare for their departure to Mystic Falls.
"What have you done, Rebekah?" Elijah asked his sister, not hiding his displeasure.
"What I should have done years ago," the female Original ignored her brother and continued to stare at her form in the mirror.
"That is not an excuse to unleash our father on Niklaus," he fiddled with his wife's jewellery on the vanity.
Rebekah dropped the powder brush and stared heatedly at her only sane brother, "He killed our mother!"
"You know the wrath of Mikael!" The noble Original raised his voice making her flinch. "We have been running away from him for centuries."
"He wants Niklaus, not us," she said calmly, turning away from Elijah and picked up a set of earrings that belonged to Adelia—the witch wouldn't mind of course.
"I have protected you, endangered our own life to let you flee. Adelia and I have impersonated yourself and our brother so you two could live your life in peace and you went forward and did the thing that we never wanted," the brother explained.
"So you insinuate I forget all the times I had to suffer because of him?"
Elijah took a deep breath and once again appealed to Rebekah. "This is not you, sister. You are grieving, I understand, but you are putting Niklaus in danger, betraying him once again. After this pitiful charade, if our brother daggers you then hold yourself responsible for your own misery."
"You have established your agenda. Go be with the traitor. He lives or he dies, I shall always fight for my freedom," she stubbornly held her stance.
"I shall fight for him. I made a vow to protect this family and I will protect him," he told his sister and made a move to leave, dropping off a box in the dressing chair.
"You are not protecting him," Rebekah voiced and Elijah stopped, "You are protecting your hope for his redemption when you know yours ended long ago."
Elijah did not turn back but the blonde Original saw his shoulders stiffen and immediately regretted her words.
"Another word and I will forge a punishment to your betrayal myself," he finished, unending grief and fury in his voice as he shut the door loudly behind him.
Rebekah sighed and knew she might have to apologise to him after everything with father was over.
She opened the box and found a pair of heels matching her dress, clearly Adelia's choice. Opening the note in the box, her lips twitched.
Your first homecoming.
Adelia insisted this was important to you.
-EA and Nik
'And Nik' scrawled in Adelia's cursive writing beside Elijah's. Her brothers really must have been annoyed with their inclusion together in a single line.
The Original looked in the mirror and shook her head. She was doing the right thing.
"Quite the Homecoming," Stefan joined Klaus as they looked around the Homecoming party.
"I've been planning my father's funeral for a thousand years. Granted, in no version of it were any of these people invited, but you get the idea," the Original humored.
"So, what now? Stop running?" The Salvatore asked.
"Hmm-now I reunite my family," he answered.
"Your family. You mean the people you cart around in caskets. Where is your brother and his wife?" Stefan questioned about the whereabouts of the other Original knowing their involvement will only complicate the matter.
Klaus tilted his head as he regarded the younger vampire. "Maeve and Elijah are busy playing house somewhere but none of that matters anymore. Mikael is gone. Bygones will be bygones," he answered and noticed the Homecoming Queen passing by, "Seems the Homecoming Queen still walks among the living, which leads me to believe Rebekah isn't here... where is she?"
Stefan furrowed his brows, "I have no idea. I thought she was coming with Matt."
"Oh, be honest now, Stefan. Where is my sister?"
"I said I have no idea," he answered honestly, "How would you like me to take you to your father?"
"Well, it wouldn't be a party without the guest of honor, would it? Bring him to me."
"All right. Perhaps there's something in it for me? My freedom from your compulsion?"
"Oh, you want your freedom. Well, once he is dead and his weapon destroyed, you'll have your freedom," the Original smiled. "It'll be my pleasure to give it back."
"Did my daughter go to the dance?" Mikael enquired as Damon poured himself a glass of blood.
"Yep, you missed the photo op," the Salvatore lied.
"And Elijah and his wife?"
Damon's head fuzzed over as the name came up and his fingers twitched to get to his phone. "No news. Haven't heard from them either. Maybe Klaus did not tell them. Did you get the stake?"
Mikael ran his eyes over the young vampire and smiled, "I did. Sure about Elijah?"
Damon's form twitched again and he frowned in confusion, not going unnoticed by the Original. "I'm not gonna take your word for it. No offense to your honor and all..."
"None taken," the patriarch replied with a smirk before pulling out the stake from his jacket.
"Fancy. May I?"
"It's the only weapon on this earth that can kill an original. So I think I'll hold on to it. No offense."
"I'd offer you a drink but Katherine tells me you're more of a 'vampire on the rocks' kind of guy," the Salvatore smirked.
"Well, technically you could still offer," the Mikaelson suggested.
"Why feed on vampires? Don't tell me it's for the smooth aftertaste," he asked curiously.
"I had a hand in creating vampires, but bloodlust was never my intention. Over the centuries I learned to feed from the predator, not the innocent," Mikael replied when Stefan came inside.
"Change of plans. Klaus is back. He is at the Lockwood's and he wants your body delivered to his doorstep," the younger Salvatore informed them.
"I'm afraid he is in for a colossal disappointment," the Original said, eyeing Damon curiously.
"Well, he's certainly not gonna come here. I hope your plan didn't depend on that?"
"Oh, yeah. We have a plan, right. Just doesn't involve you," the elder Salvatore told him when Mikael leaped forward to grab Stefan and started feeding on him when after a while the younger vampire dropped to the floor, unconscious.
"You couldn't just break his neck?" Damon stared at his brother.
"Well, that certainly occurred to me," the Mikaelson patriarch hummed as they left the Boarding House.
"Hello Mr. Salvatore," Adelia appeared in one of the rooms of the Lockwood mansion.
"Didn't know you were coming," Damon looked up in surprise.
"I like surprises," the witch gave him a coy smile.
Elijah joined his wife and glanced at the Salvatore, "Where is the stake?"
Damon's eyes glazed over at the command from the Original as he brought out the wood and handed it to him, "Here."
"Spoiling your monumental murder fiasco. It's always a pleasure, Mr. Salvatore," Adelia hummed.
"Why is the stake with you?" Damon looked confused as he saw the stake in the Original's possession.
"You gave it to me," Elijah smiled as he put the stake inside his suit jacket, "Thank you for your cooperation."
Adelia snapped Damon's neck all of a sudden and looked at his prone figure on the floor.
Elijah put another stake in the Salvatore's hand and called his brother.
"A momento for your monumental defeat," the witch glanced at the stake in Damon's hand and smiled.
Hands covered with mud, the heir planted saplings around the pavement when a pair of boots stopped in front of her and she looked up to see a grinning Klaus pointing at her soiled gown.
"This place reminds me of the time when I visited your great-great-grandmother for a forbidden tryst in that shed," the Original started, "Is it still there, love?"
Adelia rolled her eyes and stood up, "Bless her soul, but I shall have it removed from the property."
"There was another in that room," he gestured towards a particular window.
She followed his sight with a sigh, "It is due for a cleanse with holy water."
"The devil is standing right in front of you, Maeve," Klaus smirked as he followed after her. "Why not join me for a holy bath in that fancy tub?"
Adelia stopped and stared at him incredulously, "How are you so obnoxious?"
Klaus stood alone, observing everyone when one of the hybrids came up to him.
"You have a visitor," the hybrid Mindy informed him.
"Well, tell my visitor I'm very much occupied at the moment," the Original replied while looking around.
"He said his name is Mikael."
The Original smiled and smoothed his jacket before glancing at the female hybrid, "Then we must not keep him waiting. Get everybody out. I am going to have a little chat with father. Please inform my brother and Adelia." He finished and went to the front door where Mikael was waiting at the doorway.
"Hello, Niklaus," the patriarch greeted his step-son.
"Hello, father. Pleasure seeing you here," Klaus replied in a quipped tone.
"Or you can come outside if you want," Mikael coerced him.
"Tempting but no, thank you," he replied.
"The big bad wolf. You haven't changed. Still hiding like a coward but I have an incentive," the patriarch finished and Katherine was pushed into his arms by a compelled party-goer. "Come out and face me, Niklaus. Or she dies."
"Go ahead. Kill her," Klaus stared at the female and detected a lack of heartbeat. Oh how curious, Katerina really came out to play—courtesy of the elder Salvatore.
"No, Klaus. He'll do it," the doppelganger feigned.
"If she dies, this lot will be last of your abominations," Mikael smirked.
"I don't need them," Klaus said.
"To what end, Niklaus? So you can live forever, with no one at your side? Nobody cares about you anymore, boy!" The patriarch sneered, "What do you have other than those whose loyalty you forced? No one. No one."
"I'm calling your bluff, father. Kill her," he stated with an impassive expression.
"Come outside and face me, you little coward. And I won't have to."
"If you kill her you lose your leverage. So go ahead, kill her," the younger Original glanced at Katherine.
"Your impulse, Niklaus. It has and will forever be the one thing that keeps you from truly being great," Mikael laughed and stabbed the doppelganger as she proceeded to fall onto the floor.
Klaus looked unfazed at the procession when Damon rushed up behind the Original but dropped to the floor with a snapped neck as Adelia walked towards them with her hands out at her side, chanting rapidly.
In the distraction, Klaus pulled out the stake from his jacket and jumped over his father. "Goodbye, father." The stake pierced his chest and moved towards the heart, but nothing happened.
The Original looked worried and horrified and pushed it deeper when Mikael changed position and brought out the real white oak from his jacket shocking Klaus.
Adelia came forward to help them, clearly as horrified as the stunned Original when Stefan hiding in the shadows rushed towards her and broke her arms, eliciting a scream from her lips.
Klaus' gaze turned to Adelia and he struggled with a new vigor.
Katherine discreetly twitched open an eye as she watched the absolute change of plans. Seeing their win, she got up and helped the Original patriarch with the stake, prying open Klaus' fingers from around the object of doom.
"Katherine," Mikael said in surprise but then turned his attention towards the hybrid. "Did you really think I wouldn't know when someone is under compulsion? That I would let another get the honour of finishing such an abomination as yourself, Niklaus?" Mikael smirked looking at him.
Klaus' eyes widened, filled with several questions as he struggled to lift himself up.
"The white oak," the father answered. "I find trust is a fickle thing, not when my dear wife had lain with a beast to beget you."
The heretic stared heatedly at the Salvatore restraining her when his arms caught fire all of a sudden. Surprised, he left her hands as the fire moved up his arms.
Throwing him away to not waste another second and risk a life, Adelia hurriedly got up, her hands healing as the Salvatore fled the room.
The white oak almost pierced Klaus' heart when a crack filled the air as Katherine's temporary dead body was discarded violently.
A hand shoved the stake away from the injured Original, shocking Mikael who saw another Klaus hovering above them. He chanced a glance between the identical hybrids as confusion filled his veins.
"Now father, I am the one you are looking for," the Klaus above them said just as the one below him pushed Mikael off him, throwing him backwards.
"How?" The patriarch asked just as he was pulled inside the uninvited mansion with a magical force. He dropped to his feet in pain as Adelia pinned him to the wall with her magic.
The blood started pouring from Mikael's eyes as his fingers twitched to get a hold of himself. He took deep breaths finding a lack of air, suffocation slowly blacking his vision. He watched as the witch pulled Klaus up from the ground, her hands simultaneously glowing red when the injured version of Klaus became Elijah.
"Hello, father. I couldn't let my brother venture into the battlefield without an armour now, could I?" The noble Original stated, taking deep breaths as he removed his jacket which suddenly turned tight on his muscular body.
"Elijah. You fools think you can fight me?" Mikael gasped out.
"Your situation says otherwise," Adelia commented, watching the patriarch writhing in torment.
"Your loyalties were always at the wrong place, dear," he said in contempt.
"Brother, please," Elijah told his younger brother, not wanting to delay the inevitable.
Klaus stepped forward, his hands shaking at his side with the white in possession as he intently looked at the man. "You reek of fury and shame. Your demise is brought upon you by an abomination, by me," he said, staring into the eyes of a man he once called father. "I am the greatest creature you will ever see. Give mother my apologies," he finished before driving the stake into his heart as Mikael suddenly burst into flames.
Klaus threw his burning body outside as the three stared at it in silence.
The noble Original took his wife's hand and kissed it tenderly as they watched him burn.
A tear slid down Klaus' eyes as he failed to compose himself. Elijah slightly pushed Adelia towards his brother. He nodded at her enquiring frown before looking around, already thinking of what to do as Adelia approached the hybrid slowly.
Klaus flinched when a soft palm enclosed around his wrist and looked beside him to see Maeve.
"We must go home. Elijah will take care of the body," she said in a gentle tone. "Come."
The Original did not say anything but took a step forward to disappear with her. As soon as they reached a distance, Adelia engulfed him into her arms. Klaus stood without a response but after a while hugged her back, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck.
"He is gone," he said.
"Well, my funeral plans for you just went down the drain," the witch humoured after a minute of silence.
"And how does it feel?" He did not break away, but continued to hold onto her.
"All my hard work and meticulous planning gone," Adelia told him, "The feeling's not nice."
"I am sure you will save it for later," Klaus smirked in return.
"I might," she hummed, comforting her beloved friend.
"So we are leaving," she informed him as they feasted on a pizza later that night.
"Where is Elijah?" The hybrid questioned her while taking a slice from the cardboard box.
Adelia shrugged, "He had some matters to attend."
"What was the important matter that he did not even celebrate father's death?" He mused and gestured at the pizza, "This is delicious."
"Ask him yourself."
"Leaving for Cloverville?" Klaus pondered over it.
"Hmm," she answered, "We will return after some days. You should return to Chicago, but our offer for you to join us in Seattle is still open."
"The doppelganger's here. I am not leaving any time soon."
"Your decisions are not good and you have made many enemies here," Adelia said. "Maybe you should rethi-"
"-we will talk once you and Elijah return. I will hold onto Rebekah."
"Of course. Do not cause too much trouble," she suggested with a pointed look.
Klaus tilted his head and smiled, "Wrong words, Maeve."
Elijah stepped inside the truck and touched the coffins slowly. He opened the first one as Kol appeared in his view making the noble Original smile. He counted three coffins and the smile disappeared from his face.
Klaus and Adelia had already retrieved Rebekah's desiccated body and Kol was here. He unlatched the second one and was greeted with the eldest Mikaelson brother, Finn. With a look of confusion, he gestured to the men outside who took the two coffins and put it away in another truck.
His gaze slid towards the silver coffin as memories of Esther bursting out of that coffin filled his vision and he gulped. He walked closer and tried to open the lid, as it remained shut. He tried harder and failed to find an opening to the coffin that eerily resembled the one his mother was kept during one of Adelia's astral plane incident.
Two bright headlights peeked from a distance and the Original threw a glance towards the mysterious coffin before shutting the door to the truck as he slid inside his own car in the darkness.
A frazzled and impassive Stefan Salvatore climbed out with Katherine behind him and the Mikaelson's eyes narrowed in contemplation.
"So what's your plan?" The Petrova's voice reached his ears.
The Salvatore looked back at her and smirked.
June 1863
New Orleans
Elijah ran his fingers over her unfinished portrait on a newly-minted canvas and turned to look at Adelia, "This is beautiful. I can never appreciate Niklaus' artistry enough."
Adelia despite the awkwardness smiled at him while preparing his lemon tea. "Did my grandmother and padre arrive safely? I got her missive early this morning but she tends to hide the severity of the war from me?"
"You do not have to worry about them. They wouldn't be harmed as long as the stipulations are followed."
They stared at each other as she sighed before looking away, "Thank you for travelling here to inform me."
"You, of course, think that is the only reason I will ever wish to see you," he said, leaning against the crackling fireplace.
"I am not going to indulge you with a delusional conversation again. If that is the purpose of your visit then I suggest you return."
"I worry about your well-being. Klaus suggested you move in with us until your guardians arrive," the Original informed her.
"Tell Klaus he is welcome to stay here if his worries refuses to cease," Adelia said.
"And I reckon you insinuated that I am not allowed in your abode," he raised his brow.
She stared at him and tilted her head. "You can stay if you wish but your presence will not be welcome."
"How are you always so defiantly rude?" He chuckled to himself.
"Have it measured with how inappropriate your suggestions are?" She replied and stirred the tea back and forth with the spoon.
His expression hardened uncharacteristically, "Four yea-"
"I am of no significance in your immortal life," Adelia stared at him and got up with the cup and saucer and extended it to him, the tea now sickly cold.
He did not take it but stepped forward, "No you are not."
The Original connected their lips in an instant, the saucer in her hand shaking at the sudden action. He dug his fingers in her hair, gripping her hips tightly and breathed her in when he bit her lip harshly, forcing her to open her mouth.
Taking the saucer from her hand, Elijah deposited it over the cabinet, the liquid spilling from the cup, wetting his fingers.
"I have tried," he breathed into her ear, "tried desperately to erase every significance you have but I have failed and I am failing, Adelia. Why are you not kind to me?"
He tilted her head, caressing her face as the sweet lemony moisture clung to her cheeks before he descended his lips down her neck.
"Please be kind to me," he said in despair.
The witch pulled his hair, making him groan as she kept a hand firmly over his that gripped her waist.
Elijah suddenly backed her to the wall, parting from her as they breathed heavily. He held her to the wall before he dipped his face to nip her neck, the sleeve falling off her shoulder.
She arched her back in response, knocking off the cup beside her as the dark tea stained the rug underneath them. Adelia pushed away from him but continued to clutch his collar as they stared at each other intently.
His fingers traveled up her hair, getting the hairpin when her soft digits helped him tug it up, the hair spilling from its updo.
She touched her lips to his gently, the vampire's hand undoing the strings of her maroon gown.
"What are you thinking?" She asked him softly as he continued to watch the coffins being carried inside the jet.
"Now that I have them in my possession, the peace is rather bleak," Elijah answered without looking at her.
Adelia did not think much into the matter but replied, "We will, one day."
"Niklaus?" He enquired, helping her to a seat before sitting beside her.
"He is fine and unaware. You should talk to him later," the witch suggested.
"I wish to get an ounce of sleep," Elijah said, tiredness seeping in his voice. "The man plaguing our lives for over millennia has finally been defeated. I want to savour the absence of terror, Adelia."
"It's perfectly fine," Adelia answered, squeezing his palm, "Why don't you retire for the journey?"
"I love you," he told her.
"I love you as well," she kissed his forehead as the Original drifted off to sleep.
The corset tested Elijah's patience, his lips not breaking away from her smooth skin. Tugging it off when the strings loosened, he helped her up the four-poster bed as the curtain fell behind them.
They leaned in, their breaths getting heavy and she prodded her nose with his, ready to capture his lips when he moved away to unbutton his coat. He stared at Adelia as her white chemise moulded to her form before she stood up on her knees and crashed her lips to his ferociously.
He was unresponsive for a moment, enjoying the sweet torment when he joined in and gripped her waist, his lips taking in her alluring flavour as she tugged his hair roughly.
The vampire switched their positions in a nanosecond as her head hit the pillow, her tresses fanning out. He trailed his lips down her neck, making her mewl softly as he jolted his hip while enjoying her sigh of pleasure.
He got them sitting on their knees the next second when she started unbuttoning his ruffled shirt as her lips latched onto his neck.
Removing her mouth from his neck, he connected their lips as his hands trailed down the hem of her chemise to bunch it up. The witch raised her hands in accordance, a sudden shyness in her demeanour and she shook her head to unwind her hair when the Original suddenly gripped her nape to kiss her.
Elijah groaned when her fingertips glided across his chest with a touch of innocence, exploring, as her tongue danced with his. He set Adelia on her back and looked at her properly, running his hands along her naked figure as she arched her back, loving the sensation.
Multitude of sensations erupted within her body with his forbidden touches, blurring the sense of space and time as the moonlight slowly trickled into the room. He moved over her and locked her ankles behind him while caressing her cheek with his thumb.
The Original took Adelia's mouth in his when he slowly thr*st inside of her as her limbs stiffened around him. She gasped, her nails drawing blood from his shoulder and the other entangled into the feather pillow.
Elijah disconnected his mouth to whisper loving sighs into her neck. He gripped her hand digging into the pillow and moved his hips as her fingers intertwined with his, simultaneous moans escaping their mouths.
The monsoon wind passed over their sweaty bodies as the she hitched her leg up higher, lost in the myriad of pleasure. Elijah shut his eyes as he inhaled the sandalwood essence wafting off her skin.
The overcast moon looked at them as the curtain blocked its vision, shielding the forms moving in rhythm to their heart's desire. The moonlight corrupting the wooden floor disappeared as the stars twinkled to greet their sleeping figures finally at peace.