Darkest Temptations
Chapter Twenty Seven: The Fires We Share

Klaus Mikaelson
I made my way out of my home with Caroline, stepping out into the crisp night air with only the lights from within the houses casting any form of the light onto the vast empty backyards. Everything was different now; there was no barrier besides me keeping them from the potential threats from Mystic Falls or my own past. I wasn't sure if it was the creeping exhaustion or spending the better part of the day with the most vulnerable person I'd met in over a thousand years, but something within me snapped as I studied each of my homes. What Damon Salvatore and Tyler Lockwood had done to us all had left its mark, and despite the distance we'd traveled, that wound remained open for me. My life here was about to begin all over again, and nothing and no one was going to threaten it again. The subject of what they had done took second place to Vickie Donovan's arrival, which graved me deeply. They should have been angry, furious even, but instead they were concerning themselves only with this girl and her intentions. Where was the fury for their so-called 'friends' who had taken everything from them? They thought Vickie was the problem, when in reality it was our past. I'd spent six long months caging the hybrid; I hadn't become a new man by denying my primal side; I remained the beast that kept my enemies from my door; I just didn't show it around my wives. The second, however, they decided to turn back time to take away what I had built; they made the biggest mistake of their miserable, insignificant little lives. The fact that my wives chose to just let this roll off their backs angered me to the point I was struggling to contain myself. But now I could barely see straight; all I could think of was what came next and what I was going to do to ensure the safety of those I trusted. When I passed through the backyard of April's house, I paused across from the sitting room window, watching my beautiful third wife brush her fingers across the fireplace, in the precise spot her father's urn had been situated these many months, that was now empty. Never before and never again would I be so certain about such a major decision in my life.

Vengeance.

As I edged closer to my new property, to the home I'd had no choice but to buy for this girl, the conniving little harlot appeared as if on queue. She opened the patio doors, letting the light from her kitchen illuminate her half-naked form as she greeted me, her tight body covered only by a white towel. Her hair was wet from what I assumed was a shower, and her skin was covered in a thin layer of moisture. Her chest was already heaving as she bit her lower lip, a pathetic attempt at seducing me. I stepped forward, placing my hand on the door, my eyes roaming over her despite my internal protests. This woman was everything I loathed; she was shallow and selfish; she had no redeeming qualities. When she parted her towel, I knew what she wanted, but she had no idea what I needed. When her bare ass was revealed to me, I felt my cock twitch in response. She smirked as I brought my hand behind me to slide the door shut behind me. Vickie took a step back from me, a seductive smile on her face as she kept her eyes locked with mine. I reached out my hand to touch her, but at the last second I stopped myself from making contact with her skin; instead, I moved my hand to switch off the light, bringing us into darkness.

Vickie stood before me in complete silence, her eyes no doubt trying to adjust to the darkness surrounding us.

"What are you doing?" She asked me nervously.

I'd never heard her sound anything but cocky before, but now she sounded afraid. I stood behind her, my face close to her neck, as I reached up with both hands, removing her hair clasp from her hair, letting her dark brown hair cascade down her back. I placed her clasp on the kitchen counter before taking a step back from her.

"Klaus." She said softly.

"Come here." I said it from the opposite side of the kitchen.

She took a few steps forward before stopping to look at me, and when she did, I smiled.

"Closer," I told her.

She moved a few steps closer, and I took a step away from her.

"What's going on?" she asked me.

I shook my head "We're just having a little fun, that's all."

Vickie nodded her head. "Okay."

"I'm not going to hurt you."

She nodded again. "I know." She told me.

When I finally knew I had her exactly where I wanted her, I reached out and grabbed her by the throat. I spun her around, slamming her back against the kitchen wall before pinning her there with my arm against her throat.

"This isn't funny." She whimpered.

"No, it's not," I told her before moving my hand down her neck. "It's sick; you being here is making us all sick. You twisted, manipulative bitch."

Vickie tried to loosen my grip with her pathetic vampire strength that in no way matched my own.

"What did you think was going to happen?" I brought my forehead to hers. "That I was going to fuck you? That I was going to bend you over and take you like some whore?"

Vickie shook her head despite the strain I had on her neck.

"Don't get me wrong," I said before releasing her. "It would be an easy choice for me to have you right here, right now; it would make everything so simple."

She looked at me confused as I stepped away from her.

"But I've never cared for simple," I locked eyes with her "Not when I could have extraordinary," I smirked "Which I already have," I stepped forward "So play house here, get cosy," I told her "All you've done is exchange one horror for another," I said and watched the confidence leave her face "No one wants you here," I said and watched the tears threaten in her eyes "No one needs you, no one will blink an eye after I find a way to get rid of you," I edged even closer "So listen to me very closely, if you think for one second I am going to fall in line with your plan, you have made the biggest mistake of your life," I paused and brought my hand back up to the base of her neck holding her in place without adding any form of pressure "And if you go near my bright, courgeous, stunning wives, I swear on the vow that I made to each of them," I leaned my face closer to hers. "There's not a corner of this earth, or spell, or Scooby gang, that will stop me from finding you, from torturing you." I paused to bring my lips right to her ear as her chin trembled. "Before finally killing you." I kissed her cheek then before telling her, "And that's my vow to you, my fiancé."

I stepped back from her and listened to her slide down and crash onto the floor in fear as I walked in the direction I had come, heading for the backdoor, sliding it open, and stepping out into the night air once more.

Elena Mikaelson
While Caroline had been preoccupied buying us some food tonight, I'd bought myself a bottle of wine, which I'd hid from them. I hadn't drank in a long time; going without it had sort of become one of our new things between the houses. But after going back in freaking time, seeing Stefan again, packing up my life, and sleeping with Klaus in just the space of a few hours, I needed something to take the edge off. I'd only poured myself the one glass; after a few sips, I'd just poured the remainder down the sink; a glass would have to do the job. Since my sitting room was the only room not covered in moving boxes, I'd decided to spend the night there. I couldn't face seeing my empty bedroom, so I decided to stay up all night and sort out the tech in my house, starting with my new television. After I'd locked up for the night, I'd changed into a white cami strap top and pink PJ shorts before settling down onto the sitting room floor, armed with a booklet of instructions and my one glass of red wine. The wine was making me feel good, a little lightheaded but relaxed, so far from what I was feeling before. As I tried to follow the instructions on how to set up my new TV, I found myself becoming more and more frustrated as it began to dawn on me how difficult it was going to be for me to set it up by myself. One day while April and I had been out shopping, I'd come home to find Klaus had set it up himself; that day he'd even set the timer on the coffee maker and fixed the air conditioning in the guest bedroom nearest the master.

I sighed as I flipped through the instructions one page after another, pausing at the sound of what sounded like my kitchen patio door opening. I sat still listening to the faint footsteps. I was certain I'd locked the door, and the only other person with a key was Klaus. I remained still as the footsteps grew closer, looking up only when they stopped, when Klaus stood in the archway of the sitting room, looking down at me on the floor.

"Hey." I said surprised as he stood there in silence. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

Klaus didn't say anything; he just began to edge closer to me, his expression unreadable.

"I'm sorry about-"

"Prove it." He said cutting me off.

I frowned as he stood over me. "What?"

Klaus reached out and took the booklet from me. "I said prove it," he said as he dropped the booklet to the floor. "Prove you're sorry."

I nodded my head. "Okay," I said before looking around. "Uh, how?"

Klaus moved forward and held out his hand to help me up. I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me up onto my feet. I stumbled a little as I came face to face with him. Klaus steadied me by placing his hands on my hips; my hands rested on his biceps as we stared at each other.

"I'm sorry." I told him honestly.

He nodded his head, his eyes moving over my face before settling on my eyes. "You're sorry for what?"

"For taking the call, it was stupid."

"It was very wrong," Klaus said, bringing his eyes down to my lips. "You know better."

I nodded my head. "I do know better. I want us to start over." I paused. "To give what we have-"

"Stop." He said cutting me off again.

I nodded my head and looked away from him.

"Don't tell me what you want to give me or what you think we have, Elena." He told me.

"Then what should I say?" I asked.

Klaus's eyes were fixed on my lips. "Show me."

I felt my heart beat faster as I looked up at him. "How?" I asked.

Klaus reached his hand out to brush my hair back. I felt my eyes flutter close at his touch.

"Don't stop." I told him.

"Don't stop what?"

"Touching me."

I heard him exhale. I opened my eyes to see his were now closed as his hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers entwining with my hair before he leaned down and brought his lips to mine. The kiss started slow and gentle, but it was only a matter of seconds before it changed. It deepened as the hunger built between us and our tongues clashed together. I moaned into his mouth as he slid his free hand down to my ass, squeezing it. Klaus pushed me backwards against the wall, pressing his body against mine. I could feel his erection against my belly as his hands roamed all over me, pulling at the hem of my cami top until he was able to reach underneath to touch my bare skin.

"Elena." He groaned.

I reached for the waistband of his jeans, only for him to pin both my hands above my head.

"Is this what you want?" He asked between kisses.

"Yes." I nodded my head.

Klaus moved his lips to my neck, kissing the skin and sucking it before biting down on it without breaking the skin—just enough pressure for me to feel it. I whimpered at the sensation, my body arching forward for him, my legs parting further for him, wanting him to take me. Klaus's fingers ran up my inner thigh over the thin material of my shorts, running them back and forth over my center. He didn't stop, even when my breaths became deeper, even when my eyes rolled back in my head and I struggled to stay standing, even when my legs started shaking and I was so close.

"I want you," he whispered against my lips. "Open your mouth." He told me.

I did as he asked, opening my mouth. He pressed his lips to mine as he slid his skilled hand back and forth between my trembling legs. Klaus tucked my cami top beneath my breasts; I wasn't wearing a bra, and the second my nipples were exposed to him, he wasted no time; he took them into his mouth, making me gasp. I held his head between both hands as he circled his tongue around them before flicking his tongue around my hardening nipples, making me moan. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out as his fingers pressed harder against me. I began to unbutton his shirt, which he helped me with, revealing his torso to me. I ran my hands up his chest as he slid down onto his knees in front of me. Klaus gripped my shorts by the waistband; he pulled them down as I stepped out of them before he brought his hands back up to my bare ass.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered to me.

I moaned in response as he kissed my inner thighs. "You like that?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly.

Klaus spread my legs a little further apart before he ran his tongue back and forth between my lower lips. I arched forward as he pushed his tongue inside me. My body shook as his hands roamed up my back, his touch so gentle. Klaus reached his hand around my calf, lifting my leg up and placing it over his shoulder as he licked me harder. I ran my fingers through his hair as he licked me and cautiously moaned my name against my center.

"I'm gonna-" I said unable to finish.

"I know." He said before licking me harder. "Let me see your face."

I leaned back against the wall; the moment I looked down at him, he locked eyes with me.

"You're so wet." He told me before he sucked on my clitoral area, his eyes still fixed on mine.

I moaned and arched forward for him as he sucked me harder, his hands gripping my ass so tight I knew there'd be bruises there by morning. He didn't stop licking me until my legs gave way and I started to shake, the feeling becoming too much. I cried out as my orgasm tore through me, my body convulsing against his mouth as I came for him as he licked every drop of me. I struggled to breathe as I tried to stand straight, my whole body shaking. Klaus stood up, lifting me up into his arms before carrying me upstairs to our room. Klaus sat down on my bed, laying me back onto my back before removing his pants. I watched him climb onto the mattress; there were no bed sheets yet, not even a frame. We were on the floor again; I didn't care. Klaus spread my legs apart and crawled between them; he held himself up on his elbows on either side of my shoulders. In the darkness, I heard the familiar sound of foil ripping before I felt the tip of his cock brush against my entrance. As he rolled the condom on over himself, he brought me into the softest kiss we'd ever shared.

"Elena," he whispered. "Look at me."

"Make me yours all over again." I said instead.

Klaus groaned as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer and urging him to take me.

"I want to feel you, all of you." I said as he held his face close to mine.

He shook his head. "You won't walk right tomorrow if I do," he kissed me hard. "If I fuck you the way I want to, I won't be gentle." He told me.

"Then don't." I whispered to him.

Klaus brought his forehead to mine. "Tell me what you want, Elena Mikaelson."

I licked his lower lip. "Yes, I am Elena Mikaelson; I am your wife," I paused as my heart raced. "Now make me feel like it."

Klaus kissed me, biting my lip as he thrust forward into me. I cried out in pain and pleasure as he filled me; he didn't give me time to adjust as he moved inside me with slow, hard thrusts. I arched my back and clawed at his back as he fucked me, as he drove himself deeper into me, harder than he had the first time.

"Klaus!" I cried out.

"Yes," he said before kissing me. "You like that?" He asked.

"Yes." I nodded my head before biting his earlobe.

"Fuck." He groaned before sucking on my neck, making me moan.

I gripped his shoulders as he moved faster and harder. I knew I wasn't going to last long as I felt another orgasm building up inside me. Klaus's hands ran over my breasts, down my belly. I pushed against the top of his head, urging him to take my nipple between his lips again; he did and sucked them harder than he had the first time.

"Oh my god," I moaned. "Please don't stop."

But he did stop; in the darkness he brought his lips to mine. "I have no intention of stopping or slowing down." Before I could react, Klaus had pulled himself out of me and flipped me onto my stomach in one swift movement. I gasped at the suddenness of it as he slid back into me. "Not until I've given you everything you need and I want."

I'd never done this position before; I'd never lay on my stomach with a man behind me; I'd never allowed it. But with Klaus, I felt comfortable enough to try; I trusted him enough to give me everything my body desired. I tried to keep up and adjust to his thrusts, but he was too big. I felt so full of him that all I could do was brace myself against the mattress as he fucked me, as he gave me everything. Klaus leaned down over my body, kissing my shoulder blades before bringing his hands under me, cupping my breasts and squeezing them. I cried out as I felt his lips move against my ear.

"That's my girl," he whispered to me. "So beautiful, so fucking tight."

He began to lick my shoulder as he moved in and out of me, harder, faster.

"Say you need me," I begged. "Say you want me."

Klaus pulled himself away from me only to turn me around again, bringing me onto my back once more. He didn't miss a beat as he took my legs and placed them over his shoulders. The moment his cock was inside me again, I moaned in ecstasy. I couldn't take much more of this.

"I need you to say it." I told him as I struggled to breathe.

Klaus nodded his head as he kissed me. "I want you," he whispered as he thrust harder. "You know what you feel between your legs; say it, say it."

"I want you." I repeated after him as he moved faster.

"Again." He ordered.

"I want you!" I said, bringing his lips back against mine.

Klaus pulled out of me, then kept his hands on my ankles, keeping my legs in the air as he brought his head between my legs once more. I whimpered and arched my back as his tongue ran back and forth between my lower lips. I felt his fingers slide inside of me as my fingers slid between his curly locks, tugging at them.

"That's my girl, Elena," he whispered against my center. "Are you ready?"

"For what?"

Klaus spat on my clitoral area, making me gasp before he began to suck on it again, his fingers pumping in and out of me faster than before.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."

I screamed his name as I came for him again, as he licked every drop of me until my body went limp from exhaustion.

"So sweet," he whispered as he positioned himself between my legs. "Spread them for me; give me what I want."

I spread my legs apart for him as he kissed my neck. "What do you want?"

Klaus brought his lips to my ear. "You know what I want, my wife."

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me; he didn't take his time; he just gave me what I'd been craving ever since I'd left him earlier that night. He fucked me, harder and harder with every thrust. I clawed at his back and bit his shoulder as he showed me what I meant to him, what I'd always deserved from him.

"Did you imagine this?" I paused to release yet another ear-shrinking moan. "On the night of the sacrifice?" I asked.

Klaus brought his lips over mine. "I imagined this from the second I learned the ripper had himself a girl," he paused as he brought his entire member within me and held it there as he strained. "I imagined taking you away from him; whoever you were, I wanted you even before I knew you were the doppleganger."

I moaned and arched my back as he continued to hold himself inside me. "You wanted me?"

Klaus nodded his head as I ran my hands over his chest. "You know I did; even when you wanted me dead, I wanted you in my bed beneath me."

I locked eyes with him holding his gaze. "Harder," I whispered. "I want you to take me harder."

Klaus leaned down to kiss me, running his tongue over mine before bringing his forehead to mine as he fucked me as hard as he could. I screamed as I felt myself come undone. Klaus growled my name as I pierced my nails into his back as I failed to keep up with him.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"No," I shook my head. "Don't stop."

I cried out again as I felt another orgasm building; I couldn't stop it; my body was shaking all over again. I brought Klaus's hand into my hair, wanting to feel him gripping it as I came undone beneath him again.

"That's my girl," he said before taking my nipple into his mouth again, sucking on them. "Cum for me, cum for me."

He didn't have to ask twice. I closed my eyes and let myself go, my body convulsing against him as I came harder than the first time. I screamed his name and dug my nails into his flesh until he finally spilled himself inside the condom. He pulled himself out from inside me, holding me in place as he slid off the condom.

"Was I good?" I asked before I could stop myself. "I just meant-"

"You were perfect." He cut me off. "And you're so beautiful when you stop."

"Stop what?"

"Thinking." He said as he got up from our bed and walked into our bathroom, I heard him close the toilet seat before flushing it.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"I'm going to clean you up."

I sat up, and the moment I did, I felt the pain between my legs. I winced a little as I watched Klaus walk back into the bedroom. I looked up at him as he kneeled down beside me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing, I just-" but stopped myself. "Nothing," I said.

He just nodded before he got up from the bed once more and reached for his jeans. I watched him dress as I lay there naked, my body covered in sweat, my hair sticking to my face.

"You can't stay?" I asked him.

Klaus finished dressing and walked over to where I was lying. "Goodnight." he whispered before kissing my cheek.

I just nodded my head as I watched him walk out of the room, leaving me alone in the darkness. I rolled onto my side as I heard the back door open and close downstairs.

And just like that, he was gone again.

April Mikaelson
I'd set my phone alarm for the next morning; I didn't want to sleep in; I always slept in, and it was a bad habit that I had to break. I woke up in my empty bedroom. I'd used one of my duffle bags for a pillow and two of my winter coats for blankets, as I'd been too embarrassed to ask Caroline for something until I got my house set up again. It was pretty childish, but it was my stupid pride getting in the way again. My eyes shot open as my phone alarm rang loudly. I fumbled around on my makeshift bed, trying to find the damn thing slamming my palm against the cold hard screen, repeatedly finding it wouldn't shut off. I was too tired, and it was too early.

"Give me a break." I groaned as I continued to hit it.

This wasn't even my wake-up tone; it wasn't even beeping; it was music. I raised my head up, my eyes straining to adjust to the light as I focused on the distant music playing from somewhere downstairs. It wasn't the TV; I didn't even have a TV; I didn't have anything. What the heck was that? I got up from the floor, my knees threatening to buckle as I walked across the room towards the door. I hadn't been awake for more than a minute, and I was scrambling down the stairs wearing whatever cotton t-shirt of Klaus's I had worn to bed and a pair of PJ bottoms featuring little piglets all over them. I reached the living room and followed the booming techno music coming from what I believed to be my garage.

I walked down the hall and found the garage door wide open. The moment I stepped inside, I froze, my eyes widening at the sight before me. The entire room was filled with boxes, furniture, and paintings, like actual paintings in fancy frames. In the center of the cold garage was Klaus doing pushups on the concrete floor; only he was shirtless and wearing black gym shorts; he was drenched in sweat, making his skin glisten.

"Klaus?" I called out over the loud music.

He didn't hear me; he continued to do his pushups.

"Klaus?" I repeated as I stepped inside, hissing at the cold sensation. "Klaus!" I yelled.

Klaus looked up at me as he lowered himself to the ground, his eyes moving down my body before smirking. He brought his legs up above him, using all the force of his abs to lift his body off the ground at a speed that was certainly not human. It was a blur for me; a mere second, and he was suddenly upright. I mustered a smile as he shut off the music, his eyes never leaving mine.

"What?" he asked.

"What time is it?" I asked, squinting my eyes at him as I continued to adjust them to his image. "When did you even get here?"

"Six," he told me as he picked up a towel.

I frowned "In the morning?" I asked.

Klaus nodded his head as he wiped his face with a black towel. I watched him as he walked over to a water bottle and took a sip.

"Why are you up at six a.m.?" I asked.

He just shrugged, "I had to burn some energy."

"Stop, stop," I whispered as I stepped towards him, my hand stretched outright until it met his stomach. "Have you slept?"

Klaus answered me by leaning down to kiss me. I didn't push him away; I was too tired and too comfortable in his embrace. I leaned my head against his shoulder as he pulled me into him; he smelled of sweat, cologne, and something else I couldn't put my finger on. I felt him tense beneath my touch.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"Nothing." He said it too quickly.

I stepped away from him and looked up at him and forced a smile before turning around and leaving the garage, feeling his eyes on me as I walked away. I made my way upstairs, showered, and got dressed into some jeans and a dark blue floral nylon blouse before finishing with adding a little make-up. When I was ready, I made my way back downstairs.

"I'm going into town." I said as I entered the kitchen, only to find it empty.

I turned back around to check the garage; the music was off and Klaus was gone.

I made my way back into the kitchen, unlocking the patio door and peeking my head out to look over in the direction of Vickie's house. I couldn't see her anywhere, even with the windows that were slightly bigger for the first floor of a house. I walked quickly across my yard towards Elena's house, hoping she was up; it was still early, so I doubted she was awake. I knocked on the backdoor and waited patiently for her to open it; the moment she did, she stepped aside to let me in.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem," she replied.

Elena's kitchen was covered in boxes; even more than the first time we'd done this, I found myself a spot on the counter to sit on and made it my own. Elena was already dressed; she was wearing a pair of dark jeans similar to mine, with a light pink jumper with a white lace underlay. It was cute. She continued to unpack her kitchen as I got comfortable.

"Have you seen Vickie yet?" I asked her.

Elena shook her head. "No, not yet."

I looked across at her, noting the small dark lines beneath her eyes. "Were you unpacking all night?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I didn't get much sleep."

"You look kinda," I paused, tilting my head to one side as I took note of her slow movements. "Sore, did you hurt yourself?"

"What do you mean?" She asked as she deconstructed a box.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know; you just look uncomfortable, like the way you're walking. Did you get a new bed? Is that it?"

"Oh no, I-"

I cut her off. "Did you even buy a bed yet because I haven't either?"

"I just stayed up late."

"Ok," I said before looking around the room. "So what are we doing today?"

"I don't know; there's no schedule in place yet either."

I pressed my lips together hard, swaying my legs back and forth and nodding along as she spoke.

"Plus, I think Caroline wants to focus on moving in over the next few days."

"But there's no crazy rush." I said.

"No, but we're all moving in at the same time, so it only makes sense for us to be on the same page."

I just nodded. "So, how are you doing?" I asked, and she paused to look over at me. "After, you know, being home again."

"I'm okay," she told me.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure?" I asked.

She just nodded her head. I bit my lip, unsure if I should bring it up.

"What was it like seeing your ex-boyfriend?" I asked.

Elena froze. She stood there facing away from me for a moment before she began to take apart another box. "I don't know."

"Did you talk to him?"

"You were there." Elena smiled.

"Well, yeah, I just meant," I hesitatingly shrugged. "I don't know; I'm still playing catch up. I just hope Klaus doesn't do anything stupid."

"Like what?"

I met her gaze. "I don't want him seeking revenge."

Elena scoffed, "Don't worry about that."

"Why?"

"Because he's Klaus and he's," she paused appearing to search her mind for the appropriate response "He's got other priorities now." She replied.

"What does that mean?"

"It means he's got other things to focus on." She paused, "Like I don't know, Vickie for a start and getting us a new barrier spell."

"Right."

Elena glanced over at me. "Have you seen him this morning?"

"Yeah, he was doing pushups when I woke up; why?"

She just shrugged. "So he spent the night at your place then?"

"I don't know; I went to sleep alone, so it's anyone's guess."

"So he didn't say anything to you last night?"

I shook my head. "I went to bed at like eight; he wasn't around. Why do you think he was at Vickie's house?"

"I don't know; maybe she asked him to come by and help out." She replied.

"Did you see him last night?" I asked.

Elena shook her head. "No."

"He would have spent the night at Caroline's place; there's no way he would have spent his first night anywhere else." I paused to smile. "She's still the first, and I think they probably had a lot to talk about."

"I'm sure they did."

I glanced over at her. "Do you think we're going to get married again?"

"Like we did in Vegas?"

"Well, I don't know how I'd feel about going to Vegas again." I admitted.

Elena nodded in agreement. "But you want us to do that again? Three ceremonies, one night, and one groom?"

"Four," I reminded her of Vickie. "It's four now."

She sighed "I can't believe she's actually here—that she's right next door to me," she said.

"I know," I agreed. "But I think you should just give it some time; you know, let things settle down a bit before."

"Before what?"

"Before any of us make mountains out of mole hills." I replied.

"I guess," Elena agreed before leaving the room.

I slid down from the counter, deciding to head out.

"It's too early for this." I whispered as I let myself out.

Caroline Mikaelson
I'd woken up early the next morning with a purpose—well,more than one—there was a lot to do today. I could have easily stayed up all night, unpacking boxes and making my house as perfect as could be, keeping myself emotionally closed off from what I was feeling by constructing furniture and making up a false image of the house that I would rather feel like a home. I wasn't about to repeat the same behavior as last time; I'd consumed myself with unpacking and making house that I hadn't allowed myself even a split second of thought for the future. When we first moved to Utah, everything had been about keeping it together, not making waves, and figuring out if I was truly capable of living my life as a polygamist. Now that I truly knew my inner strength, I felt a sense of clarity in my thoughts.

That's what pulled me from my bedroom window last night—the sense of relieve that came from knowing my future was in my hands and that I had everything in place to achieve those goals. And I'd been so happy to find that happiness within myself, to know that I was capable of it still despite what our past had threatened to do to us. Even on our journey home to Utah, those endless roads, none of us had discussed Tyler and Damon's actions against us. I didn't want to think about what they had done; what I did know was that it had to be made right. We couldn't change what they had done; none of us were responsible for the deaths they had caused; the blood on their hands was forever their burden and would not leave a shadow on my family's future.

When I got up this morning, I'd set the alarm on my phone early; I hadn't made up the bed; I'd slept downstairs on one of the plastic-coated sofas, and I'd slept well. I'd done a little yoga, just twenty minutes or so, and nothing too extreme. When I was finished, I showered and dressed into a dress, a white dress that I hadn't worn in years because it was a little modest next to my usual choice in clothes, but I was a married woman now, so I felt comfortable wearing it. Not that single people couldn't wear modest clothing, but for me, it was different now. Everything about my body, mind, house, outlook, and family was too, and so my attitude had to reflect that.

There were no shoulder bags, no not today. I'd picked out a handbag and even heels to match my dress. I'd put on perfume and make-up and slipped on a light pink blazer before heading out the front door before seven. The street was empty; the only thing different was the moving truck parked across from April's house just as it had appeared before. The station wagon wasn't legally mine yet; Klaus had to organize the necessary paperwork under the table to ensure this, and I had told him to do this for me last night; only so much had changed overnight, and now that I had a plan in place, my husband would be the first to see that change.

Before leaving the house this morning, I'd slipped into the garage and left a note for him to find on the hood of his Range Rover. If we were going to do things differently this time, if we were going to establish our lives as private yet ever-proud polygamists, then I was going to embrace it fully this time around. Klaus was an essential in Elena and April's lives, but that didn't take him from me, and it was time he and I started to communicate what we needed from one another, and so I'd take the first necessary step.

I had a lot to do today; I didn't need anyone else's help to get anything done today; it was completely in my hands where it belonged. While Elena, April, and Vickie had distracted themselves on the road with books and magazines, I'd been pinpointing the mistakes I'd made when we first got here and how I could work around them with a little more discipline and a lot more boundaries surrounding each of the marriages. I understood we all crossed a line every once in a while with what we shared with one another's marriages, and that was just a bad habit. But now that this had happened, now that Mystic Falls was truly behind us, I wanted to make it clear to everyone that nothing like that was going to happen in my life again.

I was going to build a life here in Utah, with no spells, no barriers within my life, and if my past came to find me, then I would deal with it. I was done hiding who I was; I'd hide it from the law but not from my past. They had their arsenal of weapons, tricks up their sleeves, and people in their corner, but nothing would ever compare to ours; we had Klaus, and nothing could beat that. I'd ordered a cab to pick me up that morning; I didn't want to risk taking my car, and no way would I even think about going near his. So much had been put on hold over the past few months; we'd been so focused on keeping it together and finding a way to structure our new lives together that we'd forgotten to actually live them. The way Vickie had pointed this out to us was beyond rude yet true. We'd become so engrossed with the idea of being a family that we hadn't actually lived the lifestyle, and it was time to change that.

I wanted to start my new life here in Utah, and it was going to begin today. I wanted to become a teacher; that's the decision I had made while on the road home. Mystic Falls had taken so much from me, it wasn't going to take another second of my time. I understood it was a tough road ahead. I had a lot going on in my life; I still had to unpack, work on my marriage every day, look out for those around me, find some way of dealing with Vickie coming into our lives, and on top of all of that, I had to live my own life, both as a married woman and as a sister wife. But when I stepped onto the grounds of that campus, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that this was what I wanted to do.

I wanted to teach, prepare lesson plans and grade papers, and help guide young minds into believing they were capable of greatness. I'd never known how I felt about teaching before; I was good with kids; I'd worked with them and had even considered having them one day. But it wasn't until we moved to Utah that I realized I was ready for the next chapter in my life. It had been a hard decision; I hadn't told anyone about it yet, but now that we were back here in Utah, it was time to make this happen.

I stepped onto the campus grounds and let out a breath. The moment I did, I knew what I had to do. It wasn't even eight yet; I had a little time before the admissions office opened at eight thirty. So I found myself a nice quiet spot on campus to sit down at. I'd taken a seat on a bench overlooking a large fountain in the center of the grounds. It was peaceful; the sound of water trickling through the fountain filled the air around me, and for the first time since this mess started, I was happy. I sat there, listening to the sounds of nature all around me—birds singing in the distance, the faint sound of laughter coming from somewhere around campus, and even the distant chatter of students walking around. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes as I tried to memorize this moment.

When admissions opened, I got to speak with an advisor within an hour in their office, so privacy was assured. Klaus had provided us with more than enough money to purchase about everything a new home required. On top of that money, Klaus had money directly deposited into each of our accounts each month for household expenses. I'd taken my money for this money, along with money from my household account, and last night I'd located Klaus's new ID, along with his new checkbook. I'd brought it with me to the college this morning; all I needed to know was where funding was lacking for them, and when I did, the advisor watched me as I wrote out a check to cover not only my tuition for a sophomore, but given the short notice of my application, I also generously donated to fund their new library.

I'd left the campus armed with a thick wad of paperwork and a signed acceptance letter to join them in the fall. I could have done this differently, gone for a more human approach to getting my place in college, but for now I would make peace with using Klaus's money and a little compromise to ensure my spot. I wouldn't be part-time; I'd be a full-time student, making it my focus for the years to come, but I wouldn't be moving into the dorms; something inside told me things were about to change at the houses, and I needed to be there.

I got another cab directly from the campus into town. I wanted to pick up a few things, such as fresh flowers for my hallway, sitting room, and kitchen. I wanted to start doing all the little things I hadn't given myself time for before. In the past, I wouldn't have even been alone right now, but it felt great. I knew the town, I had everything I needed, and there was no darting around to get things done either. I had to start doing this, taking the time for all the little things.

While I was walking down Main Street armed with items I needed for the house and a few groceries, I reached into my bag and retrieved my phone. I wanted to hear Klaus's voice to know how he was feeling after his first night back in Utah.

"Hi," he answered.

"Hey, what are you up to?" I asked as I walked along the sidewalk.

"Just finishing up here," he told me. "What about you?"

I bit my lower lip. "I'm not calling to talk about last night." I confirmed.

"Okay," he said after a beat.

"Actually, I was calling about tonight; I've got the schedule ready, and I was hoping you and me could have dinner."

"I could get us a reservation."

"No," I said quickly enough. "I wanted to cook for us." I smirked and rolled my eyes. "I bought us some steak and potatoes, but if you're busy."

"I'll be there."

I smiled. "Did you see my note?"

"Maybe."

"I hope it didn't cause too much trouble."

Klaus hummed beneath his breath. "Actually, it was a rather interesting morning."

The note I'd left for Klaus this morning contained my measurements; the idea of him buying me something sexy to wear for him in bed had captivated me throughout the night.

"So I should be pleased with the result?" I asked as I came to a stop at a red light.

"You'll have to wait and see." He said.

I bit my lower lip. "Is it lace?"

"It's perfect."

"What color?" I asked him.

"Red."

I hummed with approval, "What time will you be home?"

"Whenever you want me to be," he replied.

"Good answer."

"You're in a good mood."

"I'll be in an even better one soon enough." I checked to see no one was listening before I continued, "When we're alone tonight, I'm going to be the one on top."

"I don't think so."

I scoffed, "Don't make this difficult; I've been very good, and I just want to sit on that big cock of yours while you just relax and watch."

"Caroline," Klaus paused. He took in a breath and sighed, "I'm not playing this game with you again."

"Why not? Am I too good at it? I know I am."

"Yes, you are, but I can't do this with you right now."

"But I miss you." I pouted.

"You miss me," he repeated, and I could almost feel the smirk growing on his face. "I see."

I smiled to myself, "Have you been thinking about me?" I teased him.

"Aspects of you, yes."

"What kind of aspects?" I asked.

"A few."

"How many is a few?"

"Too many to count; too many. I'll make my own tonight when I have you in my bed where you belong."

"Is that a threat? Because it sounded more like a promise to me."

"That's because it is, love; it's both a promise and a threat."

My stomach flipped. "Because you want me? You want me so bad you can't even think straight?"

Klaus hummed "I don't know what else it could be."

"Maybe it's love? Have you ever considered that?" I suggested.

"I've thought about it," he joked. "I think I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that maybe I'm in love with you."

"Just maybe? A girl can do a lot with a maybe. I could use a maybe as leverage against you." I teased him.

"I'm sure you could, love." He paused for a beat. "But it wouldn't help, not against me."

"Oh, that's right, the big bad hybrid. What would he do to a poor defenseless girl like me?"

"Something you'd enjoy." Klaus replied.

"Is that what you think?"

"That's what I know."

"So it's a fact then?" I teased.

"It will be tonight."

"So cocky."

"I have every reason to be."

"What reasons are those?" I asked as I stepped into a small shop to buy a few more groceries for dinner tonight.

"Because I have you, Caroline, I've had you from the moment you stepped into my life."

"You're so arrogant."

"You knew who you married, love."

"I'm just teasing," I said before I spotted a cute-looking pink apron. I smiled and decided to pick it up and carry it with me. "I want to make you a nice meal tonight."

"I can think of so many other things I'd rather eat tonight, if they're on the menu." He told me.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "They're not."

"But you've got me intrigued now."

I checked I was alone before I told him, "Maybe I'm hungry for something too; did that ever cross your mind?"

"Crossed my mind in the shower this morning."

"Wait, are you serious? You thought about me in someone else's shower?"

"Is that a problem? Because I doubt it will stop me."

I bit my lower lip nervously and asked the question "Which house?"

"They're all my houses."

"Don't tease me."

He hummed "April's house, if you must know."

"So, you were in her shower then?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Alone?" I blurted out.

"For the most part."

My breath caught in my throat. "She was there."

"She was home. I had a quick shower after my workout."

"Oh, so it was just a quickie?" I teased.

"I had to be somewhere."

"Oh really? And where was that?" I asked.

Klaus fell silent, and I paused in my tracks.

"I'll let you go." I said before hanging up the phone.

He was already hiding things from me; I couldn't have that, not after we'd just made the decision to communicate with one another better.

April Mikaelson
Since I didn't have a car and had no idea how to work my phone's data plan, I just walked into town. It took almost an hour, but it was worth it when I got there. Klaus had mentioned he'd dropped off some shirts into the dry cleaners on his way into Sandy yesterday, so I told him I'd pick them up. After that, I went around a few stores, picked up some magazines, a box of cookies, cheese crackers, and a large box of cereal. Klaus hated the way I ate, or should I rather say how little I ate; he always complained that I skipped meals, which I did, and that I should start eating more so he didn't have to concern himself with it. But I didn't know how to cook, not that it mattered right now; we didn't have so much as a microwave at my place yet. So I'd fought what I knew wouldn't go bad, which made sense to me anyway.

I made my way past a hairdresser next, clocking the trainee wanted sign in the window. I thought about applying, but I didn't have any experience in hairdressing. Besides, I hadn't worked the last time we were here; I was the third wife, and I was the one most likely to get us caught. But then again, Klaus had a point yesterday: I had to stop giving myself a hard time and just look out at what I had. I backtracked to the hair salon, checked my make-up with the camera on my phone before spitting out my gum and making my way inside.

I smiled at the young black woman who made her way over to me, leaving her client in her seat. The salon was huge, with at least twenty seats on both sides of the room and even more around the corner. There were areas not just for hair but also for nails and even tanning. It was one of those places where you could get everything done—your hair, nails, tan, massage, make-up, waxing, and more. I loved the layout; the walls were painted red with black leather chairs.

"Hey, can I help you?" The girl asked.

"Yeah," I smiled and pointed to the wanted sign in the window, "I'm interested in the trainee position."

"Really? You got any experience?"

"Not in this area, no, but I'm a quick learner." I replied.

She hummed beneath her breath and looked me up and down before she asked, "The thing is, we really need someone with a little experience."

"I know," I nodded. "I just thought I'd give it a try anyway."

"Are you new to town?"

I smiled. "Yeah, I moved a few months ago."

She nodded. "Well, it's only part-time. I could only offer you like twenty hours a week," she paused. "You'd be answering calls, making appointments, washing hair, doing inventory—you know the basics."

"When could I start?"

"Wow, you're an eager one," she laughed. "Normally I lose anyone who hears twenty hours a week."

I shrugged, "I've been looking for work for a while." I lied.

"Cool," she nodded. "Well, why don't you come in Monday morning? We open at six, so I'll get you set up."

"That would be great," I nodded. "My name's April." I stuck out my hand.

She shook it "I'm Michelle; what's your second name?"

"Mik-" I stopped myself. "It's Young, April Young."

I couldn't believe it – I'd gotten my first job. And the first thing I wanted to do was tell Klaus.

Elena Mikaelson
I sat in the sterile waiting room of Dr. Stevenson's office, the ticking of the clock on the wall matching the rhythm of my racing heart. The decision to come here hadn't been easy, but I knew it was the right one. The thought of taking control of my own life, my own body, filled me with a sense of empowerment I hadn't expected.

As I looked around, I noticed the array of magazines scattered across the coffee table, their covers boasting vibrant colors and bold headlines. They seemed out of place against the muted tones of the room. I picked up a glossy fashion magazine and flipped through its pages absentmindedly, trying to distract myself from the nervous energy bubbling within me.

This was about more than just Klaus. Sure, he was part of the equation. His presence in my life was intoxicating, a force that pulled me towards him with an intensity I couldn't deny. Our connection was undeniable, and I wanted to explore it without fear, without the looming worry of unplanned consequences. But this decision was also about me—about taking ownership of my choices and my future.

"Elena Gilbert?" A nurse called my name, breaking me from my thoughts. Her voice was calm and reassuring, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions inside me.

I stood up, smoothing out the creases in my jeans, and followed her down a narrow hallway lined with closed doors. My heart pounded in my chest as I entered the examination room, the nurse gesturing for me to take a seat.

"Dr. Stevenson will be with you shortly," she said with a warm smile before leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that had taken residence in my stomach. This was a big step, but it was one I was ready to take. I thought about how much had changed in the past few months—how much I had changed. The person I was becoming was someone I was proud of, someone who made decisions with confidence and clarity.

The door opened, and Dr. Stevenson entered, her presence immediately putting me at ease. She was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor.

"Hello, Elena," she greeted me, settling into the chair across from me. "What brings you here today?"

I met her gaze, feeling a sense of solidarity in the moment. "I've decided to go on the pill," I said, my voice steady. "I want to continue my relationship with someone, and I want to make sure I'm being responsible about it."

She nodded, her expression understanding. "That's a very responsible decision, Elena. Let's talk about your options and find what's best for you."

As we discussed the different types of birth control and their benefits, I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders. Dr. Stevenson explained everything with patience and clarity, answering my questions and addressing my concerns with care. By the end of the appointment, I felt equipped with the knowledge I needed to make an informed choice.

Leaving the office, I felt a sense of relief and empowerment. I was taking charge of my life, making decisions that aligned with the person I wanted to be.

As I stepped out of the doctor's office, a sense of empowerment washed over me. The prescription tucked safely in my purse felt like a key to controlling my own destiny. I was finally taking charge of my womanhood, my body, and my choices. It was a decision long overdue, but today I stood taller, owning every part of it.

The sun was shining brightly as I strolled into town, my heels clicking against the pavement with a newfound confidence. My first stop was the dry cleaners to pick up Klaus's shirts. The familiar bell chimed as I entered, and I greeted the clerk with a smile. However, my smile faded as the clerk shook his head.

"No, no. Lady, come in, black hair; she took Mikaelson's order."

Confusion clouded my thoughts for a moment, and then it dawned on me—April. She must have picked up Klaus's shirts. A small inconvenience, yet it left me wondering why she would do that without telling me.

Shrugging off the mix-up, I decided to indulge in a little retail therapy. Each store offered a treasure trove of fashion, and I was eager to explore. I found a stunning dress that hugged my curves perfectly, and I felt a thrill of delight as I imagined wearing it on a night out. But it was the lingerie that truly excited me—delicate lace and silk pieces that I knew Klaus would appreciate. It was liberating to choose something so intimate for myself, knowing it was for my own satisfaction as much as his.

With my shopping bags in tow, I made my way to the pharmacy. There was a practicality in picking up my prescription, but I also grabbed a few other items to ensure I was fully prepared for any eventuality. The act of buying these essentials was another step in my journey to self-reliance.

While I waited for my prescription, something caught my eye—a familiar figure at the makeup stand. It was Vickie, and she was using the test samples to cover what looked alarmingly like bruises. My heart skipped a beat as I edged closer, staying out of her line of sight. The purple bruising around the base of her neck was unmistakable, like a handprint.

Shock and worry gripped me. Vampires healed quickly, but bruises like these could linger for a few hours, unlike cuts that vanished almost instantly. Who could have done this to Vickie? It couldn't have been April; she was human and not prone to violence. Yet, the thought of Caroline and Klaus crossed my mind—they weren't humans, and they certainly knew how to send a message when necessary.

For the second time that morning, I checked my phone, sad to see there were no missed calls or texts from Klaus.

It was as if last night had never even happened.

Caroline Mikaelson

When I got back home, I decided to stick to my guns and ensure Klaus and I had the night to ourselves. The second I got home, I checked the backdoor was locked, and the blinds to block the door were pulled over completely to block anyone from looking in either. Was it slightly immature? Yes, but it was just one night, and I had exciting news to tell him. I spent the rest of my afternoon preparing the house. I somehow managed to get the bed frame constructed, I got the bed linens washed and pressed, and we had our bedroom looking the way I wanted before I began the rest. Klaus wasn't the type of guy who would call and say when he'd be coming home; he would never be that type of guy, and I'd never expect him to be. That's why I only did the prep work for the food and no cooking.

I thought better of the blinds later in the evening; no one had stopped by the house anyway, so I moved the blinds out the way and put on a few lights in the sitting room but only the lamps; there was no harsh lighting tonight. The dining room was prepared; I'd gotten the flowers ready and even lit a few candles. The thing I was most proud of was that I'd moved all the moving boxes out of sight completely; the second sitting room was full of them, but that was a job for another day. For tonight, I was going to have dinner with Klaus, and it was going to be the start of things to come for us in the future.

Klaus had bought me lingerie; the box had been waiting for me upstairs when I got home earlier this afternoon. He'd gotten me a beautiful red lace bra and matching thong in my exact measurements. I had them on beneath my dress, which matched the color of my lingerie tonight. I was rinsing our water glasses in the sink when I heard the garage door open. I smiled at the sound of knowing once again he could have been anywhere in the world, but the big bad hybrid had once again chosen us; he was coming home to us.

When the door to the kitchen from the garage opened, I just continued to smile before slowly turning to look his way. Klaus stood there, in his black suit and tie, armed with white roses in full bloom and wrapped in white tissue paper and a satin ribbon.

"Hi." I said with a soft smile as he made his way into the kitchen towards me.

"My hands are wet," I laughed as he turned me to face him, holding me against him by my hips.

He shook his head and leaned in, kissing me, "I don't care."

"You're in a good mood." I teased as he began to kiss down my neck. "Maybe a really, really, mmm, good mood."

"You always make me feel like that," he told me. "What are you wearing?"

"Don't you like me in red?" I asked as he brushed the right strap down my arm to kiss my shoulder.

"I'll like you better out of it."

I giggled as I looked up at him. "Why are you all dressed up?"

"All good things to those who wait." He said as he stepped away from me, handing me the flowers, "I'll be back." He added as he turned for the backdoor.

I frowned and nodded, knowing what he was doing. I wasn't the only girl in his life, but that didn't mean I didn't enjoy him coming home to me like this. I watched him cut across our backyard to April's house, seeing him shake his head seemingly at finding the backdoor unlocked. I just smiled and watched him let himself inside the house before shutting the door behind him. I turned my attention back to the flowers; I didn't think I'd ever get used to him bringing me flowers.

When he did this, he'd spend just a few minutes at each house before going into the house where he was spending the night. But ten minutes later, he still hadn't emerged from April's house. I sighed when I saw Elena coming across the yards towards our place; she let herself in without question and no idea she was walking in on what I hoped would be date night for Klaus and me.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Sure," I said as I sunk the flowers down into the vase in front of me. "Is everything okay?"

"I don't know," she said as she joined my side, her arms crossed. "I think we should talk about..."

Elena paused when the backdoor slid open and in stepped Klaus in just his black suit pants, his black shirt slightly ruffled as he closed the door behind him, his eyes on Elena.

"Hi," she said, though her attention remained fixed anywhere but near him.

Klaus crossed towards her; she moved her hand behind her back as he kissed her cheek.

"What's wrong?" Klaus asked me and not her, even though it was obvious who he sought answers from.

She shook her head. "Nothing."

"You sure?" He asked as he began to slide off his suit jacket.

Elena looked over at me. "Are you cooking something?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm making dinner."

She nodded as I watched her eyes glance over at Klaus as he undid the cuffs of his sleeves, rolling them up to his elbows before undoing his tie completely.

"Where were you?" She asked him as she leaned against the kitchen island.

"We can talk tomorrow." Klaus told her to my surprise.

He had to have known she was hiding something, and it was something to do with him and not me.

"Actually, I think—"

"Tomorrow." Klaus said calmly, his eyes on Elena, "Goodnight." He told her before he turned his back on her to join my side at the counter.

Elena hesitated for a moment. I watched her turn towards the door as Klaus wrapped his arm around me, holding me close to his side. I had no idea what had happened between them last night, and I wasn't going to ask him, but something had obviously gone down between them.

"So, this is your idea of boundaries," Klaus said before kissing my cheek. "No more interruptions; I take it?"

I smiled and looked down at his lips, leaning in to kiss him before meeting his gaze. "Let's go upstairs," I bit my lower lip. "I've got a surprise for you."

Klaus smirked and began to shake his head. "Here."

"What?" I whispered.

Klaus kissed me deeply, his hand sliding down to my ass as he held me against him. His kisses always left me breathless and wanting more—the way his tongue explored mine, the way his hands touched me, and the way he looked at me with pure hunger and love in his eyes.

He pulled back, his eyes still closed as he rested his forehead against mine. "Here," he whispered before he looked at me. "I want to make love to you right here."

I felt my cheeks burning; the thought of making love to Klaus right here in the kitchen where anyone could see us made me nervous but excited me more. I nodded my head as he began to lift me up onto the countertop, pushing the vase out of the way as he stepped between my legs. I kissed him as he slid his hand up my thigh, his thumb brushing against the lace of my thong.

"Fuck me." I moaned as he began to rub my clit through the lace.

Klaus smirked before ripping my thong from my body in one quick movement. My hands fell to his belt as I watched him slide the lace over my ankles.

"I love you." He said as he leaned in, kissing me. I could feel his cock pressing against my sex, "I want you."

I moaned as he entered me. He moved his hands to my waist, holding me in place as he began to thrust hard and deep inside of me. It was quick and fast, both of us unable to get enough of each other; it was like we were each trying to make up for time we'd been apart.

"Oh god," I moaned as he held onto me, his eyes on mine. "Don't stop."

Klaus groaned, "That's it."

His thumb pressed down on my clitoral area, rubbing it back and forth. The feeling was intense, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. I gripped the edge of the countertop as Klaus continued to thrust deep inside of me, his movements becoming more erratic as he reached his own peak. He reached up and gripped the back of my neck, pulling me close to him as he came. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder as my body shook from the pleasure he gave me.

Afterwards, I sat back on the countertop as Klaus fixed his belt and trousers. He had a grin on his face, which told me everything I needed to know: he loved me, he wanted me, and he was completely satisfied by me. I looked over at him as he fixed his shirt before rolling down his sleeves.

As he cleaned up the mess we'd made, I fixed my dress and glanced over my shoulder towards Vickie's house.

Today had been her first day here, yet I hadn't seen her, not even for a second. Since when did she ever pass up a chance to get under someone's skin?

What had she spent the day doing instead?

I turned around, and Klaus kissed me once as he settled the glasses down beside me.

And what had she spent last night doing with him?

QUESTIONS FOR THE COMMENTS

1. NO VICKIE POINT OF VIEW IN THIS CHAPTER, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT?

2. WAS KLAUS RIGHT TO THREATEN VICKIE? IF SO WHY AND WILL IT LEAD TO OTHER THINGS?

3. KLAUS AND ELENA ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER IN SECRET STILL, IS THIS RIGHT?

4. WAS KLAUS RIGHT FOR SLEEPING WITH ELENA BEFORE ALLOWING THINGS TO GO FURTHER BETWEEN HIM AND APRIL LIKE HE PROMISED ELENA?

5. WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE COUPLE? WHY AND WHAT DO YOU SEE HAPPENING BETWEEN THEM IN THE NEXT CHAPTER?

6. ELENA IS ON THE PILL, APRIL GOT A JOB WITHOUT TELLING KLAUS, CAROLINE IS GOING TO COLLEGE AND KLAUS IS KEEPING SECRETS, WHAT DO YOU LOVE THE MOST?

7. SHOULD THE ORIGINAL FAMILY BE BROUGHT IN AND IF SO DO YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE WITHIN WEEKS OR MONTHS?