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Unedited, all mistakes are mine.
Chapter Twelve
Freya found herself settled at the kitchen island, nursing her second cup of tea and wishing she could put something stronger than chamomile in it. Any kind of alcohol would do wonders on her nerves.
It had been a tiring morning. Between her conversations with Finn and Klaus, Kol accusing her of just being their mother and the distrusting looks her father, she was almost happy her relationships with Rebekah and Henrik were steady. Elijah was untrusting but that was because he couldn't get past the hypocrisy of his own actions. He claimed family was important to him, that it was the one thing he valued above all.
Yet he had no problem making moon eyes at his brother's baby momma. Davina had kept her up to date on the drama of their family. It made her want to disown herself even more.
She had already disowned her mother and aunt; what was a few more?
Sipping at her lukewarm tea, she paid no attention to her audience. The elder Salvatore watched her with keen interest and if she was a lesser woman, she would have indulged in it. Damon Salvatore had no idea where his heart lied and she wasn't about to be caught in the jumbled mess of his path for acceptance and love. No matter how attractive he was.
Instead Freya let herself think of the events that had transpired. Henrik had told her of his confrontation with their mother. But it didn't dim the light in his eyes. No, her brother was over the moon. Bonnie was willing to return his affections, to call him husband again. It was one of the good things they had going for them. Silas's demise had been so quiet she wouldn't have know it happened if not for Tessa sending him off.
She wondered just how she was doing. After the fire died and Bonnie brought her sister inside, the elder witch had locked herself in her room. To grieve, mourn or reflect she wasn't sure. Maybe a mixture of the three.
"So tell me Witchy Klaus," she did her best not to roll her eyes at that nickname. Damon stepped into her line of vision and took a seat next to her as he spoke. "What exactly has you drinking alone in my kitchen?"
"Family matters," she answered. She wouldn't give him anything else.
He hummed, grabbing a piece of fruit. He crunched into the apple, smacking loud enough to try and grate her nerves. It was like hearing a camel chew. If he wanted brownie points for being considered a bedmate, he was losing.
The Donovan boy had better prospects.
"Family matters huh?" He paused, tongue running over his teeth. "Good show, that Urkel kid really sells it."
Freya let her eyes roll. Gods, his voice was grating. She sipped at her tea, using a heating spell to warm the now lukewarm liquid. She didn't even react to his horrendous impress of the character's catchphrase.
"Really, that got nothing?"
"The eyebrow wiggling was atrocious." She remarked and sat her cup down.
"You're no fun," he pouted.
"Mr. Salvatore, what is it that you want? I'm neither my sister nor am I your so-called love of your life. Or any other woman dumb enough to fall into bed with you." Her words were cutting and she watched as it struck a nerve. His playful faded and the blue of his eyes turned icy.
"Now I know you're a Mikaelson," his words would have had bite if she was offended. "They always try and hit below the belt."
"Your lot isn't so nice either," said Freya.
"And how do you know I want something?"
"I doubt you've been eyeing me for anything else. You claim to love your precious Elena so much, I doubt you'd want to ruin all that you've worked for with a careless shag."
"Excuse me?" He hissed.
"My apologizes," she said after a moment and then turned to look at him, the green of her eyes warmed with mirth. "It would be an uneventful one. Rebekah's words."
She left him in the kitchen. As she made her way up the stairs, she was hit with a sudden sense of dread. A magic she hadn't felt -- no had been running from for centuries, hit her hard in the gut. The cup of tea fell from her hand. The mug shattered and the hot liquid scorched her ankle and bottom of her heel.
She brought her hand to her mouth, trying to quiet the broken scream.
It was her father and Finn would found her. Hysterical and sobbing and needing to be held. Her father's arms felt like an old friend; warm and inviting. It must have been foreign to Finn because he looked so pained.
"Freya, what is it?" Mikael asked, rubbing her arms.
"She's here," Freya choked. "Dahlia is here."
Bonnie had crawled into bed with the hope of some pillow talk. Henrik had offered her that, along with some comforting kisses.
After a while, those kisses turned heated. Now, she was atop him, head thrown back in pleasure as she rode him. It was sight he couldn't get rid of, nor would he want to.
She close to her first orgasm. He could tell by how she gnawed at her bottom lip. So merciless and yet she looked so ethereal. He loved the sheen of sweat that set her skin aglow. His hands stayed rested on her hips, slowly guiding her closer and closer.
They had taken the night before to be rough. Her neck had scattered marks from his teeth and he had a few along his chest. Her nails had also left some scratches. Now they were slow. He had been singing her praises as she rode him, his thumbs rubbing circles along her hips and lower back.
He held her, stilling her momentarily so he could sit up. As much as he liked lying down, he preferred this position. It gave him better chances to kiss and and nip at her neck and chest.
"Henrik," she breathes, his name coming out in two broken syllables as his teeth scrapped at a particular section of her chest. He felt her hands come up to his jaw, lifting him from his task.
Lust blown eyes met tender ones and she sighed as his lips slammed against hers. His hands still guided her hips but he smiled as she gasped as his own moved, meeting hers and sending her over the edge.
He licked at a bead of sweat along that ran along the valley of her breasts before he rolled her onto her back.
"Sweet wife," he whispered into her skin, lips fluttering kisses along her chest; as if his tongue could taste her heartbeat. His words were gentle as he spread her legs, whispers and promises.
Promises to love her as he coaxed her ragged breath from her shaky lips. To protect her as he pulled his length from her and raveled in her whine. A series of kisses along her chest, down her navel and to her inner thighs.
"Henrik please," He smiled into the flesh of her thigh, his breath ghosting along her skin. The goose flesh that broke out only added to his teasing. The soft caress of his fingers as he traced circles around her swollen clit.
She mewled as his lips sucked at her nub. It was going to drive her insane if he didn't hurry up. The man's patience still astounded her. She would have thought Henrik was a man starved.
Well he had been. The night before between the kisses and forest sex (which still blew her mind), he had her a babbling mess on her grandmother's kitchen table. He had kept his promise; he had her seeing the stars.
She never watched to come back down to Earth if he continued down this path.
A soft pain jolted her from her musings. She gasped when she felt two fingers slip inside her.
"You wondered off my love." His tone was teasing but she could see the hint of concern in his eyes.
"Just thinking," she managed out as he fingered her. She couldn't lie, she loved his hands. Bonnie could go days with just his hands. They were rough from years of work, sword wielding and magic use. She knew his left had burns on his knuckles while his right had a long scar that ran from his wrist over the back of his hand to his pointer finger.
Her eyes took in the scars. She was sure she had them memorized by now. The claw marks along his chest, from where the wolves had torn into his skin. They ran down to his navel, and some along his back. His left arm was covered in scars from catching hexes and burns over the years. When she had asked him, tracing over a few he told her of the hunts he went on after her last death.
The cold look in his eyes hadn't scared her. He had told her that her death was a dark stain on his life. It was one of the few times he actually felt connected to his father; hunting down and murdered all who took what he loved. The travelers who had scattered after her and Markos's deaths that night in the cottage had not survived the year.
"Bonnie," he growled into her ear, bringing her back with a harsh thrust of his fingers. They brushed against her g-spot, causing her to let out another moan.
"Sorry," she apologized.
He hummed and resuming his ministrations. He brought her closer to a second climax and just as she was about to head over the edge, he pulled his fingers from her.
"Henrik!" She huffed at him. He found the pout she wore adorable and kissed at it until it melted away.
"You're ignoring me wife, I don't think you want this." Henrik moved, sitting up to grab his pants that had fallen on the floor the night before. He put one leg in before he felt magic grab at him.
The warlock found himself flat on his back with his little wife glaring down at him, green eyes shimmering with magic and narrowed. Her adorable pout was back and he felt a smile spread along his lips.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy ruffling Bonnie's feathers; but he wasn't fond of trying to shower her with affection and orgasms if she wasn't going to enjoy them.
"Have I struck a nerve, Bonnie love?"
"A few of them," answered his wife, reaching down between them and grabbing hold of his cock. He didn't bother to hide his hiss as she stroked.
"And am I in trouble?" He asked, enjoying the feeling of her hand, and then frowned when she removed herself from his lap. He called for her and then let out a gasp as her tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft.
"You aren't in trouble yet darling. Be a good boy for me, and maybe I'll get it go that you tried to deny me an orgasm." Bonnie have one more lick at his cock before she started to stroke him again.
Jeremy had the task of seeking out Bonnie. Matt trailed behind him and the blonde was looking like he wanted to not comment on how his arm was healed. The trio had arrived ten minutes ago and Caroline had asked one of them to grab Bonnie. She assumed she was still asleep because there was no sound coming from her room.
Tyler opped out, heading for the kitchen to warm up some blood Caroline had given him. None of the originals wanted to help. To Jeremy's shock, they were acting like an actual family. The eldest daughter was in some form of shock, and the siblings had been taking turns keeping her calm and attending to her needs.
He heard something about Dahlia, and assumed it was their next big bad.
It was Elena to volunteered her brother. She had been in a one sided glaring match with Davina. The younger witch had been chatting her guardian Marcel about the shopping they had done and Kol looked like he wanted to say something that would get him daggered again
The vampire had a loose mouth. Thought Jeremy knew plenty about it from their time in Denver. Kol couldn't shut up unless you made him.
And Jeremy wished he could forget how many times they had made each other shut up. But that was another time when he was compelled to believe his life was dandy and fine. Fleeting moments like those felt like a dream.
Besides he still needed to work things out with Bonnie. And learning your ex-fuck buddy's little brother was formerly married to your own ex-girlfriend? He thought Elena had problems.
He stopped at the door Elena said was Bonnie's. Sharing a glance with Matt, the Hunter rasped his knuckles against the wood of the door. The door opened but it wasn't Bonnie on the other end.
Tessa looked tired and also ready to murder. "What?"
"Bonnie isn't in here?"
"No, the Henrik's room. She went to have a talk with him. Four doors down."
The witch shut the door and left the two to share a look. "You alright with that?" Matt asked him.
"Let's just go grab them. Not like they're fucking or anything," Jeremy sighed.
They headed for Henrik's room. Matt stepped back and watched as Jeremy wrapped his hand around the door. The blonde heard a little too late the moan of pleasure that came from inside as Jeremy pushed open the door.
Matt had covered his eyes but the image of the girl he had one since kindergarten, bare as the day she was born and being fucked against the wall by the window, would never leave his mind. Unless he asked one of the Originals to bleach that image from his mind.
Jeremy looked aghast. But that quickly melted away as answer filled him instead.
"What the hell!?"
Henrik's growl was almost animal. But it was Bonnie's general coaxing that killed him. The way she grabbed at Henrik's face and kissed him so sweetly. The way his shoulders relaxed as he reluctantly pulled out of her and set her down.
"You have ten seconds to tell me why you're here," said Henrik. He was shielding Bonnie from the two, though he would give Matt credit for turning and covering his eyes. The Gilbert boy seemed to wanting another broken arm.
And his other one broken again.
"We're having a meeting downstairs," Matt answered. "Freya said something about Dahlia."
"Damnit all," Henrik sighed. "We'll be down in a moment. You can leave."
"Like hell I am!" Jeremy proclaimed.
"Jer just go," Bonnie affirmed. "We'll talk after the meeting."
Matt had to drag him away but he left the couple with the promise to let the others know. Once the door was closed, Bonnie sighed and leaned up to press a kiss to Henrik's shoulder.
"Let it go darling," she pleaded.
"He still thinks of you as his."
"But I'm not," she kissed his other shoulder. "Let's get dressed and head downstairs. If Dahlia is here, it only means more trouble."
"We just ended Silas."
Bonnie laughed. "Welcome to Mystic Falls."
