Darkest Temptations

Chapter Forty Two: The Art of Seduction

Bonnie Mikaelson

"No, Liz, I need you to listen, because there's something you have to know about Caroline."

I paused, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. My heart felt heavy, burdened by the weight of the truth I was about to share. Yet, as the words hovered on the tip of my tongue, doubt began to creep in. Could I really go through with this? Could I bear the responsibility of dismantling the foundation of trust and companionship they had carefully constructed over time? What would be the outcome if I revealed their secret, a secret that was not mine to tell? Would Liz thank me for my honesty, or would she be left hurt, confused, and angry? I couldn't predict her reaction, and that uncertainty gnawed at my conscience. I grappled with the dilemma, knowing that sharing this information could lead to unforeseen consequences. They might have left me behind once, but I refused to answer punishment with punishment. As quickly as I was able, I hung up the phone before I could do any further damage. My hands were shaking in perfect unity with my trembling knees. Somewhere out there, Liz would now be terrified that something had happened to Caroline and it was all my fault. How could I have been so stupid and selfish?

I turned off her phone and gently placed it back into her bag, ensuring it was nestled securely next to her purse. I took a deep breath and glanced at my reflection, feeling an overwhelming sense of remorse for the mess I had created. I had made a colossal mistake, and now I was at a complete loss as to how I could possibly begin to make things right. Seeking guidance from Elena was out of the question; she was hiding things from the others, and I didn't feel comfortable going to her with this. Caroline was another option, but I knew she would never forgive me for frightening her mother in this manner. Her fierce loyalty and protective nature meant that any misstep involving her family was bound to leave a lasting impression of resentment. Turning to April crossed my mind, yet despite her kind disposition, I felt her disapproval over my candidness.

Then there was Vickie, who had treated me as if I were merely an annoyance since I first became part of their circle. Her disdain was palpable, and I knew turning to her would only exacerbate the situation. With my options dwindling, there remained just one person who had the capability to help me. However, this was also the person least likely to want to be involved: Klaus. Despite the history and complications between us, he was the only one who might have the insight or resources to help navigate this predicament. Yet, the thought of approaching him filled me with dread, knowing full well that asking for his help could come with strings attached. Nonetheless, in my desperate state, I just knew I had no other choice.

I didn't even give myself a moment's pause; if I did, I'd try and talk myself out of it, and delaying this could potentially make things a thousand times worse. No, I had to try and fix this before it worsened to an even bigger mess. I stepped out of the restroom, returning to where the others had their bags stored, and I was able to return Caroline's bag without any problems. Everyone must have been off doing their own thing somewhere; we were due to board soon, and I had to find Klaus before then. I wasn't sitting anywhere near him in first class; in fact, I was sitting the furthest away from him when I thought about it. I didn't know if this was just down to the seats available or his way of ensuring he and I wouldn't have to cross paths on a plane with nowhere else to go for fourteen hours.

I went began to search through the airport stores around us with no luck. I returned to the chairs with still no one else in sight until finally I clocked eyes on him and April standing inside the Starbucks. He had his arm around her shoulders as she talked to him; he smiled back at her before kissing her forehead. I had to constantly remind myself that they'd been together for almost a year; it felt like mere days to me, but they'd had all this life before I showed up. While they just went about their days, I was constantly playing catch-up and trying not to look worried so they didn't worry.

I kept my pace calm as I crossed the terminal towards them. I had to find some way of talking to him alone before the flight, but how was I going to get him away from April? There was no one else behind them in the line as they stepped up to the counter. I remained behind them trying to come up with something.

"A tall black coffee and a venti chai tea latte, both hot please," Klaus said, his voice soft yet commanding, and the barista smiled at him, a twinkle in her eye as she took his order.

"Venti?" April giggled. "That's like a gallon."

"It's a venti size drink, not a venti gallon drink," he teased, giving her a quick wink.

"Oh my god," April groaned. "How many times a day do you think you've married an idiot?"

"Cut it out," he laughed, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

The barista continued to smile, not taking her eyes off Klaus as she placed the drinks on the counter and took his card.

"Thank you." she replied with a gracious nod.

They both turned and stopped at the sight of me; April mustered a smile and looked immediately to Klaus for his reaction. She didn't see it but I did, that look of me being interrupting them, he did not like that I'd see him having probably the most gentle conversation I thought possible in a Mikaelson. Was he gentle now?

"Hi Bonnie," she said softly.

"Hi," I said but kept my gaze heavier on him.

Klaus seemed to pick up on my anxiousness, and he gently handed April her tea, gesturing for her to go back to our gate. She took it but lingered a moment, unsure if she should leave him with me. I felt awful; she'd done nothing wrong, and I was going to take him away from her and plead for his help. But I had no other choice.

"Go ahead." He assured her.

I watched her walk away before glancing around us; there were people in line behind us now, but they were engrossed in their own conversations. Klaus didn't look my way as he placed his hand on the center of my back and ushered me to the back of the shop.

"I can see it's urgent," he murmured.

We were out of earshot from everyone else, and I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, I really am, but I didn't know who else to go to. You're the only one that could help me, please?" I begged him.

"What have you done?" he asked, his tone harsher than before.

I hesitated, fearing what his reaction would be when I told him the truth. I took a deep breath and swallowed down my uncertainty.

"I called Sheriff Forbes," I admitted quietly.

I saw the anger in his eyes as he glanced around us to make sure no one heard me. He stepped towards me, forcing me back against the wall behind me, and he was inches from me.

"You did what?" He demanded through clenched teeth.

"I...I...I d—"

"You did what?" He repeated this time more menacingly.

"I called Liz, I called Sheriff Forbes, and I told her something was going on with Caroline before I just hung up." I confessed.

I looked up at him, my heart racing and the anxiety making my hands shake. I didn't want to cry, especially not in front of him, but I was terrified of how he would react. He slammed his hands against the wall beside me, and I jumped and cowered from him. I didn't know what to do, and I thought he might hurt me right there.

"Are you an idiot? Do you realize what you've done?" He hissed at me, his eyes burning with fury.

I closed my eyes as the tears began to fall down my cheeks; I'd messed everything up now.

"How could you do this to her? To them?" he continued to rage at me.

I had no answer; I just stood there trying not to tremble before him like the coward that he knew I was.

I took a sharp inhale as he leaned down to me, his mouth hovering by my ear. "They trusted you, and you betrayed them all."

I gasped, his words striking me like a knife, and I shook my head frantically.

"I'm so sorry, please, I didn't mean it; I didn't know what else to do. I'm sorry," I rambled.

He moved away from me, and I looked up at him, still scared of what he would do next. He looked up at the ceiling and ran his hands down his face; he took a moment to compose himself before he looked at me again.

"Stop crying," he said in a low voice.

I sniffed, trying to control myself, and he wiped my cheeks.

"What do I do?" I asked him more pleadingly.

"You don't do anything; I'll take care of it," he replied.

I nodded as he walked away from me and out of the cafe without another word.

I stood there, trying to calm myself down, but I couldn't; I couldn't stop crying. How could I have been so stupid? What had I done?

"But how?"

"By taking care of it," Klaus said as my eyes met his, he shook his head at me, "Just get out of my sight."

"I'm sorry," I whimpered as I turned to leave. "I am."

I walked away wiping my face, grateful that I was finally catching my breath now so I wasn't sobbing as I left Starbucks. Thankfully, when I returned to the seats, no one was around, giving me a chance to adjust what very little makeup I had on. I dried my eyes and reapplied mascara after my lashes were fully dry, and I knew they wouldn't clump.

I'd just sold my soul to Klaus in order to save my own skin.

The only question that remained now was, would he save me?

Elena Mikaelson

As we started to board the plane, Caroline and Vickie led the way, with April following behind. She had forgotten one of her bags and had to rush back, only to discover that Klaus had kindly picked it up for her. Meanwhile, Bonnie and April were ahead of us somewhere in the middle, giving me the chance to hang back and finally have a moment with Klaus. He reached for my hand as we stepped into the tunnel, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

"What's bothering you?" he asked, noticing my attempt at a smile.

"I did something I probably shouldn't have," I whispered, glancing around to ensure no one could overhear our conversation.

"What happened?" he inquired with a serious tone as we continued down the passage.

"Bonnie and I were talking; I was going through my purse, and Klaus, she saw your card," I confessed, moistening my lips nervously. "She saw it, and now she knows. I'm worried she's going to jump to conclusions."

"And?"

"Klaus, we're just starting our vacation, and I really don't want her telling the others that I have access to one of your accounts," I admitted. "I know everyone has their own accounts, but I don't want them to think I'm trying to be above them."

"Elena—"

"No, listen. Can you please talk to her for me? I know I should handle it myself, but could you just help me this one time?" I pleaded.

"You want me to threaten her?"

"What? No, god no," I gasped in response. "I just thought you could tell her I was paying for something for you."

"Why can't you explain this to her?"

"She's upset with me now, I can tell. I don't want to be the cause of any awkwardness at the start of our trip," I said, squeezing his hand. "Maybe you could speak to her while we're on the plane. Am I sitting next to you, or—" I trailed off, noticing he wasn't looking back at me.

"Right, it's not my day," I sighed.

"Elena, if you need me to talk to her about this, I will," he assured me.

"You mean it?"

"Of course," he replied with a nod.

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thank you, I just can't seem to focus right now."

Klaus kissed my temple, making me smile as we continued walking, hand in hand.

"I just despise the idea of more secrets; they're the last thing we need right now." I said as we edged closer to our plane and were one step closer to Hawaii.

Vickie Mikaelson

I stepped onto the plane and handed over my ticket; normally the flight attendants merely glanced and pointed for me to enter coach, but this time I was greeted by a smile. These flight attendants were chewing gum, either or too busy dealing with crying babies and awkward flyers to bother with a smile. The flight attendant who greeted me was older; she smelled like Chanel perfume, she wore what might have been real pearl earrings, her hair was tied up in an elegant bun, and her smile seemed genuine. I'd never had a flight attendant look so friendly before, and I gave her a smile back before I entered the plane. She gestured for me to follow her, not to the backbreaking seats of coach but instead behind the red curtain. As I followed the flight attendant through the narrow aisle, she gracefully pulled back the curtain, unveiling the entrance to first class. My heart fluttered with excitement and a touch of trepidation; this was my first time experiencing such luxury on a plane. The interior was bathed in a gentle peach pink that seamlessly transitioned into soft orange and lilac hues, casting a serene glow over the cabin. It was as if the colors themselves were whispering a zen-like calm into the air, perfectly setting the mood for our journey to Hawaii.

First class was unlike anything I had ever imagined. Instead of the bulky chairs I had envisioned, there was an array of private cubicles, each a sanctuary of its own. Some were designed for single travelers, while most accommodated doubles, with two seats nestled side by side, enveloped in a chic cubicle of white with chrome trim. It was a stunning design that exuded sophistication and privacy. The space felt exclusive yet inviting, a perfect blend of comfort and elegance. The flight attendant led me further inside, gesturing to my seat at the back right. It dawned on me that Klaus and I would be sharing a cubicle wall for the entire journey. A mix of feelings washed over me as I recalled his words at the airport. I tried to push the thought aside, focusing instead on the adventure ahead. The prospect of being in such close proximity to him for the next several hours was both daunting and exciting.

Waiting for us in our cubicle were welcome packages, each containing delicately soft pajamas adorned with the airplane's logo. There were plush pillows, cozy blankets, and my very own TV boasting over four thousand channel options. I marveled at the menus listing an array of delectable meals and drinks, and I was particularly intrigued by the mention of en suite bathrooms equipped with onboard showers. The thought of a shower at thirty thousand feet seemed almost fantastical, and I knew I had to see it to believe it. Everything seemed meticulously planned to ensure a delightful flying experience.

Just as I was settling in, the flight attendant returned with two glasses of orange juice.

"No, I didn't order anything."

With a warm smile, she replied, "No, your husband did."

I flinched slightly, startled to find Klaus suddenly beside me. He was stretching his arms above my head, placing my hand luggage in the overhead compartment, his face only inches from mine as he slid the lid shut above us. I turned around and stepped into the cubicle with ease. I settled my handbag down on the counter below the window before I took my seat, grateful to have this space to myself. The idea of spending hours in coach to Hawaii had been dreaded, but it turns out we were all in first class. I'd never flown this way before; whenever I'd gotten on a plane, it was whenever my mom wanted space from Matt and me, when she'd send us to her sister's for the summer so she could party. But there were always worse cases than ours, and I wasn't the type to feel sorry for myself. Still standing in the aisle, Klaus unbuttoned his suit jacket, handing it to the next flight attendant, who took it from him with a smile. He stood tall and proud in his black shirt that fit him like a glove. I tried not to stare, but it was difficult not to, especially when his attention was anywhere else. I watched him leave my side and walk down to the front of the cabin where Caroline and Bonnie were sitting together; he leaned down and kissed Caroline on her cheek before he whispered something to her. He leaned back up as she spoke to him; he nodded occasionally, a warm smile upon his lips. He always looked so happy whenever he was with her, like he wasn't content anywhere else. When Caroline turned to speak with Bonnie, however, I watched his gaze shift to her also, his smile dropping instantly when Bonnie seemed to dare look his way; when her eyes met his, she quickly looked away again. I had no idea what had happened between them, but there was definitely something going on.

But that was none of my business, and I wasn't about to make the new wife my project.

I shifted my attention away from them, quickly collecting a magazine from my bag and opening it on my lap before securing my seatbelt. Klaus was already in a mood with me; I wasn't going to give him any ammo by looking at him right now. When I saw him returning from the corner of my eye, I kept my attention centered on my magazine. But as he sat down next to me, his arm brushed against mine, and I felt him reach over to place his hand on my knee. When I looked over at him, though, he was sliding off the cover of his tablet as if I wasn't even there.

"Would you care for anything before takeoff?" One of the flight attendants asked us, breaking my gaze on him.

"No, we're fine, thank you." Klaus answered for us both.

"Enjoy your flight." The woman said with a smile.

"Thank you," I replied.

I closed the magazine and placed it back into my bag, pulling out my headphones instead. I plugged them into my phone and opened my music app. My stomach was starting to twist in knots as the flight attendants began their final safety demonstrations. Klaus wasn't paying any mind to them either; he was looking over a spreadsheet with some sort of profit bar chart as his fingers glided across the screen. The captain's voice echoed over the speakers, announcing that we would soon begin our descent. Klaus traced small circles with his thumb against my leg; it was as if he was doing it subconsciously and not because he knew he was touching me. I felt a jolt as the plane started moving down the runway, and my nerves immediately kicked in. I always hated this part, and I felt myself tense up as we picked up speed. Klaus remained oblivious to my anxiety, still engrossed in his work. I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my nerves as we ascended. My heart started to race, and I gripped the armrests tightly, feeling a rush of adrenaline as we climbed higher and higher into the sky. I looked over at Klaus, who was completely unfazed by our rapid ascent. I tried to focus on the sound of my music, but I was too nervous to relax. We reached our cruising altitude without incident, and I felt myself finally start to breathe normally again. Klaus was still working diligently on his spreadsheet, seemingly unaware of my discomfort.

Then again, why would he be? I hadn't asked for reassurance; I couldn't expect him to suddenly become a mind reader. I just had to get a grip; maybe I wasn't going to have the same relationship he had with the others, and that was fine. I'd be fine; I'd make it work for me; it's not like I'd even hint at the fact that sometimes I needed a little reassurance. But I wasn't going to tell him that; he thought I was a bitch anyway.

"Would you like a drink?" Another flight attendant asked by our open cubicle door.

"Yes, please," I replied with a smile.

Klaus looked over at me, and I briefly met his eyes just long enough to see the fury within his.

I looked at the flight attendant. "Uh, just another orange juice, please, chilled."

"Sure, no problem." She said, before her eyes narrowed slightly, "Look, this might be really unprofessional, but are you that fitness influencer? I feel like I've seen you on Instagram or something."

I wish I had that level of excitement in my life.

"Uh, no, not me."

"You're in amazing shape. I saw that top the other day in L.A.; I chickened out of buying it."

"Oh, well," I paused, glancing over at Klaus, who had resumed his work, as if he hadn't heard her. "I just work out regularly." I explained.

"Well, you look amazing; you don't need to do anything more."

I smiled politely, not sure how to respond, but thankfully she took her cue to leave and was gone from sight, leaving me to sink back into my chair.

"You better not—"

"Do you honestly think I'd be so stupid as to have social media?" I cut him off.

"It wouldn't be the first time you've tested the limits of my patience," Klaus said, his eyes on his device and his hand tracing my knee, causing goosebumps. "I'd hate to—"

"What? What would you do?" I challenged him.

"You can't seem to behave yourself around me; I'd hate to have to correct your behavior," he warned me.

I scoffed, taking offense at his words. I was about to fire back a response, but the flight attendant returned with my drink.

"My behavior?" I muttered under my breath.

"Thank you," I said to her.

She gave me a warm smile and nodded before she moved on. I picked up the drink and took a sip, relishing the cool liquid as it ran down my throat.

"So what are you saying? I've not been behaving myself to your standards?" I asked, unable to let the matter go.

He didn't reply.

"Right."

"Don't pout." He scolded me.

"I'm not." I retorted.

"Yes, you are. It's pathetic." Klaus replied, still engrossed in his tablet.

"Says the guy who can't take his hand off my knee." I bit back.

He looked at me and smirked, his hand moving further up my thigh.

"What are you doing now?" I warned him.

"You're infuriating, Mrs. Mikaelson."

Mrs. Mikaelson? He did not just call me that. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. I couldn't believe he had the audacity to call me that at a time like this. He has the audacity to lecture me about my behavior while his hand, his soft yet mighty strong hand, was slowly crawling up my thigh.

"Tell me, my wife, and tell me now."

"Tell you what?"

"That you're not wearing any underwear."

How the hell could he possibly have known that? I was wearing high-waisted trousers; there's no way he could have seen. Was he guessing? Trying to catch me out? If he was, it wasn't going to work.

"Of course I'm wearing underwear." I lied.

His hand continued its journey up my leg, my thighs instinctively clenching together to avoid him discovering the truth. But he didn't stop. He kept moving up until he reached the hem of my trousers.

"Oh really?" He said with a smirk as his hand slipped under my trousers.

With his other hand Klaus must have pressed another button, as in that moment the door of our cubicle suddenly closed, leaving us both inside alone. I grabbed his arm to stop him from going any further, but I might as well have tried to move a brick wall. His hand pushed past my grasp and moved upwards, the tips of his fingers touching my bare skin and making me gasp.

We were hidden away, tucked inside our own private cocoon, secluded from the rest of the passengers. The cabin crew were busy preparing for meal service, completely oblivious to the scandalous situation unfolding just behind them.

Klaus's fingers traced the lower half of my stomach, causing my eyes to close and my grip on him to tighten; he knew what he was doing to me.

"You know what happens when you disobey me, Vickie," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You don't want to be punished, do you?"

"I...no." I stammered, trying to focus on something else.

"When you disobey me, you don't get off either."

With that said, his hand slid back out of my trousers, causing my jaw to drop at the loss of his touch. My mind was racing; I didn't know what to say or do. I gripped the armrests as I turned my head and looked out the window.

I shook my head in disbelief as I watched him casually pick up his tablet and resume his work as if nothing had happened.

I continued to stare out the window. "You're gonna fuck me, aren't you?"

"Maybe." Klaus said dismissively.

I raised a brow trying to fight off my urging smirk. "Oh, I see, and do I get a say in that?"

"No." He replied, not even bothering to look up.

"You're really..." I said with a shake of my head.

"Finish that sentence, I dare you."

"I was just going to say that you're really fucking rude." I bit back.

I rolled my eyes and looked away again.

"Don't look away from me." Klaus said sternly.

I looked over at him.

"Good girl," he praised.

My cheeks flushed, and I felt a tingling sensation between my legs. I crossed my legs to try and alleviate the pressure, but it only made it worse.

He stared back at me. "You've been testing my patience all day."

"Since when?"

"Don't play dumb with me; the strapless bra and thong comment in front of Elena and Caroline was completely unnecessary."

I smirked, "You mean lying to them that it hadn't happened?" I asked.

"If you put any ideas in their heads about us, you don't even want to imagine the nightmare I will make your life." He threatened.

"They didn't think anything of it."

"Are you calling my wives stupid?"

"What do you care as long as they're on their knees for you when the time comes?" I shrugged. "To come again."

He looked down at me with narrowed eyes. "If you had any self-preservation, you'd stop talking right now."

"Why? You mad that I'm right?" I taunted him.

He chuckled in disbelief. "You know nothing about our marriages."

"You're right, I don't. My husband treats me like an afterthought."

Klaus met my gaze then, and I held it.

"And what makes it worse is he knows he does."

I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid out of my chair. Before he could say a word, I opened the door. I stepped out, hoping to escape before he could utter another word, before his gaze could pierce through the fragile armor I had built around myself.

Thankfully, I was able to quickly lock myself inside the bathroom.

He knew he'd hurt my feelings, and I'd just given him the jet fuel he needed for this entire trip.

Klaus Mikaelson

A few hours into the flight, and almost all of them were asleep, the lights in the cabin had changed to a subtle dark blue with only the small overhead lights giving the cabin any other form of light. Vickie had returned from the restroom with a blanket and pillow; she hadn't said a word, just returned to her seat, slid on her eye mask, and went straight to sleep. From where I sat, I could see a sleeping Caroline and Elena, and the entire cabin could hear April's snoring, not that anyone minded; they were all sleeping soundly too. Beside me I could hear the gentle breathing from my wife as she slept; the softest of moans would escape her lips as she adjusted herself. I watched her for a moment, my mind replaying our argument. She had no idea how fucking gorgeous I found her when she was pissed with me; she always made my blood boil, and that was a good thing because I knew my blood would run cold when we weren't together. This girl who had entered my life like a storm was slowly starting to stir something inside me.

I reached out across to her seat and pulled back her blanket so it covered her up more. I'd slept beside her before without any problems, but since that blowjob, since that mind-fucking, destroy-your-life, nothing-but-extraordinary blowjob, I'd had to force myself to keep my hands off her at night. She always wore these tiny tops that barely covered her or those pants that made her ass look like a goddamn peach. So it was taking all my self-restraint to not fuck her senseless.

A few minutes later the door opened, and out walked Bonnie. She looked up at me, her eyes wide in shock and her body frozen in place.

"I thought we should talk." I said before pressing my hand over her lips and forcing her backwards into the bathroom despite a wide-eyed Bonnie trying to fight against my hold.

"What do you want?" Bonnie asked as I closed the door behind me; the bathroom was small but spacious enough for us both to stand in it at least.

"What do I want?" I said with a tilt of my head as I took a step closer to her; she backed up into the wall. "There are so many things I want, Bonnie," I said as I slammed both my hands above her head, trapping her, watching her flinch as the impact of my hands hitting the wall echoed in the tight space. "So many things."

Bonnie didn't say a word as she stared back at me with a look that could kill.

I smirked. "I can feel you trying to do that little witch," I told her as I felt a slight vibration inside my head, no doubt her attempt at magic thirty thousand feet in the air. "I'm guessing it's that mighty shield of ours stopping you from doing part of the harm," I leaned in closer to her. "Plus, I am, after all, the original hybrid, while you are a novice witch."

"I've hurt you before; don't forget that."

"Yeah, you're good at hurting people, including your best friend." I said.

She dropped her gaze for a second before meeting mine again. "So you couldn't fix it?"

I waited until she found the strength to look me in the eye before I answered her, "I fixed it."

"How?"

"That doesn't matter; it's done. And now you," I brought my hand beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at me. "You owe me."

Bonnie crossed her arms. "Right, you never do anything without expecting double in return."

"Some of the best marriages have worked on a lot less; now ditch the attitude." I warned her.

"If you think you can—"

I slammed my hand against the wall. "I'm warning you," I hissed. "Drop the fucking attitude."

Bonnie sighed. "Fine, what do you want?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

"And if I say no?" She asked with a raised brow.

I smirked, "You won't say no."

"Oh really? How can you be so sure?" She challenged me.

I leaned in quickly until my face was inches from hers, causing her to shut her eyes at my closeness. My fingers gently brushed her cheek as I looked into those emerald eyes. "Do you really want me to answer that beautifully?"

"N-no"

I raised a brow. "No?"

"No."

"Get a grip and move on; this is your life now." I told her after turning my back to unlock the door.

I stepped out, refusing to slam the door behind me despite everything in me screaming out for it. I made my way back to my seat, and Vickie was still fast asleep. I took a seat and stared up ahead as I attempted to keep my eyes at bay and not burn yellow.

I sank my head back into the headrest and closed my eyes. "Caroline." I whispered the name of the person I needed most.

I'd had unprotected sex with Elena this morning, I'd threatened Vickie into keeping her mouth shut about my new guns, and I'd had to send one of my hybrids to Maine to compel Elizabeth Forbes into forgetting about Bonnie's phone call, and by doing so I'd begun blackmailing my new wife. Then when Elena had come with me for help in keeping Bonnie's mouth shut about her having one of my cards, I'd lied straight to her face. I already knew I had Bonnie in the palm of my hand. I was either lying or hiding something from all of my wives.

And my honeymoon had only just begun.

Caroline Mikaelson

"Nnnnhhhaaa," I moaned, smiling as I tried to keep up with Klaus as he thrust me from behind in the middle of the plane's bathroom.

"You okay?" Klaus asked breathlessly as he continued to give it to me good and hard.

I nodded, "Uh-huh." I muttered as I flipped my hair back as my body continued to shake with all its might as he had his way.

"That's it." He praised.

My hands were flat against the bathroom wall while his hands gripped my waist tightly as he pumped me over and over again.

"Kla..." I moaned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I felt my orgasm rise; he hadn't even touched me yet, and I could feel myself about to come.

He picked up speed, slamming himself into me with each thrust as his hands kept me in place.

"You want me to touch you, don't you?" Klaus taunted me.

I nodded, "Uh-huh." I answered through gritted teeth as I fought to keep my climax at bay.

Klaus leaned forward and nuzzled my neck. "I know you do."

I bit down on my lip as I fought the urge to let go. "Please."

"Are you going to come for me, Caroline?"

"I wanna to suck it." I begged him.

"You want to what?" he asked.

"I want you to come in my mouth, please."

Klaus tensed behind me then.

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

He took a few deep breaths before answering, "Nothing, just trying to stop myself from coming."

I smiled to myself, happy that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

"Do you want to come in my mouth?" I asked innocently.

He groaned behind me, and I felt his pace slow down.

I turned my head over my shoulder and saw him close his eyes as he focused on something.

"Klaus?" I said softly.

He spun me back around then and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist; my back was pressed against the bathroom wall while he continued to pump himself into me.

"Fuck," he hissed.

"What's wrong?" I asked breathlessly.

Klaus looked at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes and smirked, "Just enjoying myself."

"You want to come in my mouth, don't you?" I challenged him.

He nodded. "Yeah, I do. But, uh...not this time."

"You don't want a blow job?" I almost laughed.

He shook his head and smiled. "No, not tonight."

"Why not?" I pouted.

Klaus closed his eyes and brought his body against mine as he continued to thrust inside me. "Almost there."

I smirked and kissed his neck. "I've never known you to turn down a blowjob. Mmmm, wait, where—"

Klaus slid out of me and began to kiss his way down my body; he paused at my breasts and sucked on them for a moment before making his way down until he was on his knees between my thighs.

"Klaus?" I said uncertainly.

Klaus smirked up at me as he slid two fingers inside of me; I threw my head back and moaned loudly.

"Do you like that?" He asked as he began to work his fingers in and out of me.

I nodded, unable to find the words. I ran my fingers through his hair for mere seconds before I found I had to grip onto something as his tongue touched my clit.

"Oh my god." I moaned, my hands gripped his shoulders for support as my body bucked against him; I could feel myself nearing my orgasm.

Klaus sensing this got back up onto his feet and positioned himself back inside of me, resuming his thrusts and causing me to cry out as my orgasm finally took over and I came hard.

"Almost," Klaus said, but I didn't believe him. "Almost." I repeated.

"You've been waiting a whole month for this. I can't believe we're doing this, but I'm just mmmm so glad you waited."

I knew he'd waited for me; there was no chance he'd slept with Elena; Elena would never sleep with him on someone else's day.

"Klaus," I muttered as I fought against the urge to shut my eyes.

He gripped onto my thighs tightly as he picked up speed. "Fuck," he muttered.

"Come." I whispered into his ear.

"Fuck." He said louder this time.

"Come," I said louder.

"You want it?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yes, I want it. I want it. I want it. I want it. I want it."

Klaus filled the condom with his load, letting out a groan as he did so.

"Interesting airport purchase." I whispered, and he kissed my cheek in response.

"I had them already."

"Of course you did." I said as I began to pull up my trousers, "Because you're not an idiot."

Elena Mikaelson

I decided to try out the shower in mid-air, and it turned out to be a great decision, especially considering the intense heat wave we encountered in Hawaii when we finally landed. The cool water was refreshing, and it helped me prepare for the warm and humid climate awaiting us. As I stepped off the plane with April by my side, I noticed Klaus was still inside with Caroline, Vickie, and Bonnie, finishing up their preparations before disembarking.

April turned to me and said, "I'm absolutely starving." Her voice carried a hint of urgency as her stomach growled in agreement with her words.

"Yeah, I could definitely eat too," I replied, feeling the pangs of hunger myself. Just as I was about to suggest grabbing a bite, my phone started ringing in my pocket. "We'll get something soon," I assured her as I clumsily tried to fish out my phone from the depths of my back pocket.

When I finally managed to check the screen, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sight of 'UNKNOWN CALLER' flashing once again. It seemed to be happening more frequently, and it always left me with an odd sense of curiosity mixed with unease.

"Who is it?" April asked, glancing over with a mix of concern and curiosity.

I looked up at her, forcing a reassuring smile to mask my own uncertainty. "No one," I replied casually, trying to brush it off lightly.

But now I was worried.

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