Amy Mikaelson Burke looked her outfit over in the bathroom mirror, gave her hair one last run through with a brush, then stepped back and asked herself what else she needed to complete the outfit. Then it hit her: she grabbed a tube of red lipstick off her bathroom counter (a much bolder shade than she usually used) and put it on her full lips. Now satisfied, she smiled at her reflection, pushed up her breasts, shook out her long red hair, and then went into her bedroom to stare at her new Louboutin pumps. Damn! It was hard to deny that she felt sexy in those shoes, because she did. She really did! She went back to grab her compact and powder her nose, thinking of how much she looked like a competent, professional woman. Maybe, one day, she would return to a place of honor in the Council. If Alistair would allow it.

Because of being unable to sleep well, she'd woken up early and eaten breakfast. Now all she had left to do was head for work. One last go-through with the hair brush, though. Just to be safe.

Then she froze, her grip on the brush tight, the mirror in the luxurious bathroom suite showing terror in her eyes as she heard the front door open and then slam shut. She turned to stare at the closed bathroom door. Was it him? Yes, it had to be! He was back! Her husband, Kol was back!

She could feel her heart pounding, in a way it hadn't been even a few seconds before. Her breathing picked up. She could feel his strong aura in the penthouse. It was unmistakable. Her husband and the father of her child was back!

After taking a few seconds more to grab her pink cell phone case so it wouldn't be left on the bathroom counter, Amy carefully opened the bathroom door and slowly made her way down the long corridor leading to the penthouse entrance where Kol would surely be waiting for her.

Finally, she laid eyes on him, stopping and putting a hand on her chest, her breathing picking up again, but this time not from fright as she watched him kneeling in front of his large army bag while he put his sunglasses in his pocket. He stayed like this for a few seconds before gracefully rising to stand and turning to meet her gaze.

"Amy," he breathed, a slow grin curving his lips.

"Kol," she whispered back as they started at one anther for several seconds before she was able to speak. "How…I mean, I didn't know you were coming back today, otherwise I would have been out here to greet you."

How was it possible? She asked herself as she looked him over. He resembled a real-life Indiana Jones, but an even sexier, muscular way, if that was possible. And if he were immortal. And that was saying a lot because Indiana Jones was her favorite male character ever. His beard was fuller, his hair longer and in a tangle of curls that he probably hadn't bothered to brush very often. As for his biker boots, army green pants, and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and buttoned down his hairy chest (with a couple of top buttons undone)…may Steve help her stay strong in front of him and not collapse in a puddle at his feet!

"I know I was supposed to be gone longer but I couldn't stay away anymore. I got lucky and managed to catch the last red eye from Kinshasa," he explained before slowly striding over to her.

She froze, holding her breath, then raising her chin as his warm breath brushed her cheeks. "You must be tired. I washed the sheets and remade the bed while you were gone, so you should be comfortable."

He shrugged and raised his right hand to brush his jaw and beard. "Thanks for that, darling. But I promise I'm fine. I had a little shuteye on the plane, so I'll rest later." His eyes then swept her body in a suggestive way as one of his usual wicked grins curved his lips. "Nice shoes," he complimented with a wink. "You look very sexy, and they make your legs look particularly wonderful."

Not knowing how to respond in a way that wouldn't rile him up, she coughed and blushed bright red. "Yes, well, I know it's bad to refuse a gift, so here I am, wearing them." She tried to sound blasé, but she knew he was onto her. "And thank you too for the boots for our future son that you're still convinced about. It was a…a nice gesture. I've put them in a safe place."

"I'm not making that up," he told her firmly. "We're having a boy. And you're very welcome for the boots and those shoes which your husband thought was a very romantic gesture." He gave her a wink and continued to be insolent, reminding her even without words of her less than kind actions toward him since their wedding,

This made her tense. What kind of asshole would continually hit someone over the head with their faux pas? Especially if he wanted her to admit that she liked him to his face?

"Are you all right?" He asked. "Or have you lost your ability to speak, wife of mine?" He tilted his head and smirked.

They both jumped as her cellphone began ringing. "It's Alistair," she explained. "It was nice to be able to see you when you arrived home, but I need to go to work now."

"Not on my watch you aren't," he proclaimed and snatched her phone from her hands.

"Hey!" She protested vehemently.

"Hello," Kol put the phone to his ear. "Yes, this is Amy Burke's phone. Who wants to know?"

"Yeah, it's Kol. Nice to hear your voice too, Alistair. But you'll have to allow my wife a day off today. I just got back from Africa and I want to spend the day with her after a lot of time apart. Yes? Yes? Good! You have a good day too!" He ended the conversation and threw her phone on top of his bag. "What?" He asked as he saw her jaw drop, shrugging and putting hands on hips.

"Are you crazy?" She stomped her feet in their beautiful shoes so they made loud noises on the marble floor. "Do you know how hard I'm working right now to regain the trust and respect the Council had in me before Klaus turned e into a vampire?"

"Why would you want to do that?" he wanted to know. "When you're as talented as you are, you don't need to bow and scrape in front of the Council. They should be bowing and scraping to you instead, not the other way around! And those shoes will show them that you mean business!"

She stood speechless in front of him her fuller breasts, rising and falling under her rapid intake of breath. Try as she might, she couldn't think of a way to argue with what he'd just said.

He took a few steps forward, their bodies practically touching now. Then he raised both his open palms to place them on her hips. "I'm thirsty," he told her, the roughness of his beard rubbing against her right cheek and giving her chills before he bit gently into her right earlobe.

Her whole body was soon covered in goosebumps. If it wasn't for the fact that he was supporting her wait, she would have melted into a puddle of goo at his feet. "Well…well there's water and…and beer in the fridge," she stammered. "You know where the kitchen is."

"Mmmm…" He moaned softly. "What I want isn't in the refrigerator. It's much sweeter than beer and it's between your legs." He then gently nudged her against the console table.

"what are you doing?" She wondered out loud as she felt the small of her back hit wood.

"I'm giving my wife a proper greeting after being separated from her for a whole week!" He answered as he slid his open palms over her belly and smiled. "Your belly is rounder. Our little one is growing fast!"

"Kol, I…I…I," suddenly she couldn't say anything.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Don't I deserve thanks for the shoes?" He asked.

"Oh, yes, sorry, thank you," she told him. "I mean, I would have thanked you when I received them, but I don't know what the time difference is between here and Africa and it would have been rude to wake you, so…"

"Shush!" He put a finger on her lips as she met his burning gaze. "You know perfectly well that's not what I meant, darling. Not what I need or want." He then grabbed her hands, putting them over the open part of his white shirt. "Undress me," he demanded. "Take my shirt off." Then he lowered his arms to his sides and waited.

But she was staring at him, open mouthed, before taking another breath and biting into her bottom lip. It was insane! All of this was madness! She'd sworn to herself that she wouldn't drown in her need for this man, but, then again…if she were thanking him for shoes, that really wasn't the same thing.

She swallowed, reaching out shaking hands and unbuttoning his shirt button by button, all the way down to his leather belt. She couldn't keep her eyes off that belt, even as she peeled the shirt off him and let it fall to the floor. Then her breathing picked up as, if of their own accord, her hands began to slid over his bare, muscular chest.

"I love the softness of your hands on my skin," he whispered, softly kissing her forehead. "It's time to open my belt now. Open it and feel how hard I am for you, Ms. Amy Mikaelson Burke."

She sucked in her breath and bit one of her nails. She couldn't do that? Could she? Her hands began moving of their own accord to pull on the buckle of his leather belt and then let the zipper down before her right hand slid inside his jeans to rub his hard bulge.

He shut his eyes and grinned, growling just a little. "Yes…oh, yes, baby." He growled with pleasure, placing his hands on the edge of the console table, then lowering his head down to softly bite the skin in the curve of her neck.

She closed her eyes, moaning with intense pleasure at having his lips on her skin again as she rubbed him harder. He then reached around to unzip her white pencil skirt and slide the fabric down her legs.

In no time, he grabbed her by the waist as she cried out in surprise. Then he sat her down on the console table, clicking his tongue. "Amy, Amy, Amy…" He grinned widely, sliding his fingers between her thighs to stroke her wet folds. "Did you go commando on me, darling? And it seems you haven't shaved as thoroughly as usual. Call me impressed and extremely aroused by the sight of you!"

"What…I…No, I mean…" she stammered, blushing bright red and crying out as he reached her bundle of nerves. "The skirt is tight on me. "And I couldn't find my beige thong panties, and…oh!" She let out a cry as he pinched her skin.

"I don't care about why," he told her. "I just really like it, that's all." Then he parted her legs with a grin and knelt in front of her.

"What…what are you doing?" She asked, eyes wide with shock.

"I'm sorry, little one, this doesn't concern you, but I promise you'll be safe," he addressed his son as he kissed the roundness of her belly. "I'm about to pleasure your mom."

"Oh, dear, me!" She cried out, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he pleasured her thoroughly with his tongue. It was the most uninhibited thing she'd ever felt.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall, biting her lip to hold in her cries until just the right moment as he drank her up. Damn it, she had never experienced anything so intense before. And when she opened her eyes again and stared into the large mirror over his shoulder, she saw once again one of the most erotic things ever. It didn't take long for her to climax like never before.

After she had time to get her breath, she just there, breathing heavily. Then he stood up and slid an arm under her knees to lift her. "Up we go to our bedroom, darling. "My cock needs to be deep inside you now or I'm going to explode!"

Had she completely lost her mind? Had a man made her completely lose her sense of self and reality? Amy was at the point where she was ready to concede that Kol might have done just that. He seemed to have taken all of her senses hostage, and on top of that, he was a very powerful warlock! Confident and self-assured with his magic just like herself, since he'd spent a lot more time in the vampire world where men weren't put second, something that did a number on a lot of the warlocks she'd grown up with.

He had slowly removed her silk blouse and bra, cupping her larger breasts with both hands, his gaze burying deep in her own, not looking away until he pinched her nipples hard and it made her cry out.

"You're so beautiful, Amy," he whispered, kissing the silky skin of her neck. "You know you're driving me mad with desire, don't you?" Then he ran his hands down her back and cupped her bare, rounded ass.

She tilted her head back and moaned deeply, sliding her hands up his neck to play with his longer hair. "Kol…" she whispered, then shook her head slightly. "No, I can't do this! I'm too fat!"

"You aren't even close, woman," he chuckled and bit into her earlobe. "You have more curves. Lucky me!" He then took a step back and quickly undressed himself.

Amy stood, naked as the day she was born except for her Louboutin heels, her right hand over her heart, glancing at his naked body and trying not to seem too interested cause that would just encourage him. But his arousal was obvious, to the point where just a glance made her turn bright red.

Kol backed away toward the bed, then sat at the foot to grab his length and strode it hard. "Come on, Amy. Ride me hard. You know you want to. You know I want you to."

It took her some time to tear her gaze from Kol pleasuring himself, but as she leaned down to remove her shoes, his firm voice stopped her. "Don't take off your shoes. I want you to keep them on while I'm fucking you."

"What?" Amy asked, feeling another round of blushing coming on. "Kol, I can't! You know I'm not like…"

"Yes you are," he said firmly. "And they're just shoes. Tell yourself that if you need to. But come over here. Now." He held out his right hand to her, gazed at her appealingly, and waited.

She put her hands on her hips, her chin raised as she prepared to tell him to go fuck himself by himself, but…wasn't he asking for the kinkiest thing she'd ever done? Would she ever do that with someone else after Kol threw her out of his life like every other man before him had?

She grabbed his hand before straddling him as he grabbed her waist and slowly entered her until he filled her completely, causing her to cry out with pleasure as her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders.

"Oh, fuck me!" He growled. "You feel so good!" He whispered some more before burying his gaze in hers. "I missed you so much, darling."

She stared back at him, a little surprised, but then leaned forward to kiss him softly, feeling brave enough to say, "I missed you too."

Amy sighed and rolled on to her back, her right forearm placed over her eyes. She didn't know how long they'd been doing it, but it had been a while and the man had exhausted her!

"You know, you are some sort of sex fiend, aren't you?" She asked Kol. "You're addicted!"

"I don't think so," he shook his head. "Absolutely not! I was single for a very long time and now…now I suppose I'm an Amy Mikaelson Burke addict!" He grinned fully, showing white teeth.

"I really don't know why," she sighed. "There's nothing amazing about me," she told him as she moved her arm to her side.

"Well, for me, it's your beautiful curly red hair and your lips that beg to be kissed. "You're incredibly sexy and have the patience of a damn saint! You're a kind, honest, and sweet woman." He paused. "Do you need me to go on?"

She thought he was teasing but when she turned to face him, she saw only honesty in his eyes. Then she lay her head back on her pillow with a loud sigh. Sure he was thinking of love now, but there was no telling how long it would last once they left this bed…and had a baby to raise.

As if to let her know he knew she was thinking of him, the baby gave a strong kick that made Amy cry out and put her hand on her belly.

"What, darling?" Kol asked, his voice full of worry. "What's happened? Are you all right?"

"Oh, the baby just kicked," Amy told him with a smile. "A good strong one too!" Then she grabbed his hand and put it on her belly so he could feel it when the baby kicked again.

"Well, hello there, my boy!" Kol greeted the next kick, looking very happy. "No wonder he's kicking so strong. He was probably worried about how energetic were were!"

"Yeah," Amy agreed with a grin. "We probably woke him up. He seems to be very awake now!"

There was no need to argue with Kol anymore about his certainty they were having a boy, because now, in her heart, Amy knew she was carrying a son too.

"Tell me how Africa was," she said as she ran the hand that wasn't on her belly over his arm.

She was surprised when his expression darkened. "We're in big trouble, Amy. Deep shit."

"What do you mean by that?" She asked worryingly. "Just…just how bad is it?"

"Well, the leaders in the village where I was…they said that Steve would lose his power and that would lead to chaos on Earth and an Apocalypse!"

"That's so silly!" Amy scoffed. "You came all the way to help them! Why would they tell you such a horrible story?"

"Is it really a story?" Kol pressed her, the light no longer in his eyes. "Things are happening in the village already, Amy. I saw it all. Furthermore, some are going to take advantage of the chaos that could happen and use the confusion to bring unchecked black magic in to take control over the human and supernatural worlds!

Amy's eyes widened. "How am I just hearing about this now? No one in the Council even mentioned Steve losing his power."

"But Lucifer has lost his mind!" Kol reminded her. "I think that's a sign of what's to come." He sighed deeply and nuzzled her neck before giving her belly a rub.

Not wanting to just dwell on this, Amy sat up, reached for her robe, and lowered her feet to the floor. "About Lucifer, don't worry. Some of us are already taking care of him. We have a plan." She began brushing her long red hair.

"What exactly do you mean by 'some of us'?" The Original asked his wife suspiciously before jumping to his feet and throwing his boxers on.

She shrugged, avoiding his eyes. "Well, Selina and I went to his house to ask him about what happened to that poor old human woman and her grandson, Julian Johnson," she admitted. "And then we met with Alistair after, and he said he would plan a meeting to see what we can do about it all."

Kol's jaw dropped. "Please tell me you didn't just say to my face that you went to meet with Lucifer Morningstar after I specifically told you not to!"

Amy turned and raised her chin. "So what if I did? I'm not a child and I can make my own choices!"

"Are you out of your damn mind?" Kol cried, hurrying over to stand beside her. "I won't allow this to happen again because it was a serious error in judgement. Do you understand me?"

Amy scoffed and crossed her arms. "I'm sorry? Who made you the boss of me?"

"I did!" He replied stubbornly. "You're carrying our son and that comes with responsibility! You're not gonna put yourself or our son in danger by having any more meetings with that lunatic! Do you understand?" He waved his finger at her.

"Get your damn finger out of my face!" She snapped and shoved his hand away. "I will see whomever and do whatever I want! And you will not be my jailor if you want us to have a good relationship. Am I clear?"

"Don't be such a fool, woman!" Kol yelled. "It's a bad idea to try and get a rise out of me this way!" He gave his threat and stormed from the bedroom.

"Fine," she shouted, waiting for him to cross the threshold into the hallway before she slammed the bedroom door shut and locked it.

Kol jumped as he heard the door slam, running back to knock on the door. "Open this door, Amy Mikaelson Burke, or I'll kick it down! That's a promise!"

On the other side, Amy was pacing back and forth, muttering curses under her breath. It felt like steam was coming out of her ears. "Oh, yeah? Why don't you go to hell?!"

"Open the door now!" Kol cried, as if that would convince her, before he began pacing himself. After a few minutes, he stopped pacing and headed back to the door, resting his forehead on it and speaking in a much calmer tone. "Amy, darling, please open the door. I'm sorry I yelled. I mean it."

His words were met with silence. He stood there a few more minutes before the door opened and Amy passed by him, dressed in a new outfit but still wearing her Louboutin heels.

"Where are you going?" He asked, surprised.

"To work," she snapped. "Since the reason I didn't go before is that you wanted to have sex and now it seems we're done! Don't wait up for me."

Kol smirked at her. "I know you're not so mad at me. Otherwise, you wouldn't wear those shoes."

"Go to hell," she spat before striding off and disappearing from sight.

Angelica Morningstar crossed the threshold of her new home, throwing her keys on the table and kicking her sandals in the corner by the door, letting out a cry of delight as one of the many pains that she dealt with every day eased. She hated wearing shoes, frankly. Or at least the overly fancy ones that she had to wear all day to convince people she was a competent business woman who deserved tons of money. She sighed. Thank Grandpa (even if they weren't speaking) that her work day was done. She headed down the small corridor that led to the hacienda's large main living room, pausing for a few seconds as she realized she heard…nothing! It was silent in the house. She chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief. Having to host her mother's lover because her father tried to kill him was one thing, hearing him complain and whine and scream all day so she couldn't have a moment's peace in her own house was another!

In fact, just this morning, she had left for work with the sound of Julian Johnson's growling and yelling ringing in her ears. Sure, he had turned into a vampire, which, she had heard, was something of an ordeal, and not something people were usually happy about right away…but that was no reason to put them through so much! Klaus must have been dealing with all his crap alone all day.

She threw her black leather briefcase on a nearby armchair before flexing her cramped toes in the thickness of the Persian rug and then making her way to the kitchen.

But what she saw in the entryway made her freeze. Her lover and partner in crime was descending he stairs as naked as the day he was born, one of his legendary smirks curving his lips as he set eyes on her.

"Hello, love. Did you have a good day at work?"

She stood speechless, her mouth opening and closing like a fish's before taking a few steps back and bumping into a large bookshelf.

"Have you lost the ability to speak, poor thing?" He asked, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as he advanced on her, slowly reaching her positing and lowering his muscular body near hers as he grabbed the shelf behind her back.

"What…what are you…?" she stammered, her thoughts and words all over the place, her eyes locked on the water droplets that still clung to his bare chest, then dropping to his waist, then the clean, shaved hair over his almost fully erect cock. Both of her cheeks turned bright red when she realized where she was staring.

Klaus clicked his tongue. "Eyes up here, Angel," he scolded teasingly as he gently took her chin in his hand and grinned at her reddened cheeks as he brought her eyes up to meet his gaze. "You see how problematic this is for men, Angel? If I were looking down your blouse to try and get a glimpse of your lovely, perky breasts, you would scold me without hesitation, wouldn't you? But because you're a woman, you can look at my balls and cock for as long as you want. I don't think it's fair at all." He shook his head.

She opened and closed her mouth several times before pushing his hand down. "You're freaking naked! You know that, right? And you're right in my face! Where do you expect me to look?"

"Well, you could look into my lovely gray eyes like the good girl you are," he suggested. "But you're not really a good girl, are you? And it scares you."

Angelica scoffed and rolled her eyes at this ridiculous statement before raising her chin higher. "Look, Klaus. I'm tired, all right. "I had a long day at work, two drunk groomsmen got into a fight, and we had to call the cops, I'm tired and sweaty, and gross…just tell me what game you're playing and what I have to do to end it, okay?" told him between clenched teeth.

He grinned wickedly and moved in closer, causing her to close her eyes and moan softly as he bit into her left ear. "Oh, Angel, you have no idea what it means to be sweaty." He chucked and bit into her earlobe gain. "Why won't you admit that you like our little games? I know you too well to think otherwise. I know that you get all hot and bothered when I play with you." He slid his scruffy face over her smooth, silky cheek and bumped noses with her as he stared at her closed eyes. "I'm waiting…"

She forced herself to open her eyes again and stare back, her eyes full of challenge. "Maybe…" she whispered as her heartbeats picked up. "From time to time."

"Do you want to play now?" Klaus questioned, looking very playful for sure, his dimples deepening even more.

Angelica growled, clearly unhappy, before grabbing both his wrists to take control of the situation. Growling with frustration, she pushed him against the bookshelf and held his wrists over his head. "I don't want to play, Klaus!"

"Are you sure?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye. "You seem very aroused now." He winked playfully. "Who's acting like a naughty little girl who wants a spanking and then to have my cock buried deep inside her over and over? Or maybe you want to taste it first? In a leisurely way before I have my way with you?"

"Do you always have to be so dirty?" She asked, but she was clearly shaken and knew he knew it."

"Don't worry, love," Klaus assured her. "My thoughts may be dirty, but I took a long shower and now I'm as clean as a baby!"

"Why are you doing this to me?" Angelica asked as she bit into her bottom lip as her eyes wandered down again. He seemed to be truly ready for her, holy moly!

"Oh, that's very easy to answer," Klaus assured her. "I have a real urge to fuck you very hard." His tone was blunt. He stepped forward and pulled the elastic out of her ponytail, then grabbing a handful of tangled curls and kissing the soft flesh of her neck. "I love it when I can play with your soft, beautiful curls," he told her. "When they're wild and untamed. A bit like you, wouldn't you say?" He whispered and then gently took her bottom lip in his teeth, pulling on it gently. "Once you're free, you're a true tigress!"

A cry of need that she hadn't meant Klaus to hear escaped her throat. Angelica then grabbed his forearms and dug her nails into the skin.

"I hate to disagree with you, but I wouldn't say that" she told him. "Klaus, please stop all this. I know I'm a horrible, ungrateful mate or partner or whatever the hell we are, but I'm tired and I can't anymore with your foolishness!" But her eyes strayed down again and to her horror, she felt wetness between her thighs.

"What did I say about eyes up here?" He pointed two fingers toward his eyes. "I mean Wee-wee is at attention and seems to be all you look at. I seriously feel neglected!" He gave her a pout and pretended to shed a tear. "We all miss the good old days when you gave him that adorable nickname!"

"Oh, for the love of…" she rolled her eyes. "For Grandpa's sake, I wasn't in my right mind! I was drunk and drugged wen I called your…" she trailed off and coughed…."private parts that stupid nickname."

"Well, I would be more than happy to have you come up with another name," he told her with a smirk. "King, Captain…biggest one in the…"

"Stop!" She demanded.

"I'm just kidding," he told her. "My friend would be very mad to have a name change." He heaved a big sigh. "Wee-wee and I share a lot, you know."

Angelica raised an eyebrow. "How much have you drunk today? No more beer for you!"

"Oh, but I'm sober as a church boy, love," Klaus promised, putting a hand to his heart and grinned. "And one thing I share with him is that we both heard you say three small words to me."

Angelica raised her head, startled by the words. "What? No! What the hell are you talking about? I don't know what you're saying!"

But Klaus was very determined as he watched her grab a pillow and squeeze it for a little bit before putting it back and take a breath.

"Really?" He continued when Angelica's attention was on him again. "It's very strange because I can clearly recall the day Julian Johnson was brough into my basement, and you told me that you love me."

"No, no," Angelica backpedaled as the color drained from her face. "You misunderstood." She shook her head several times and rubbed her hands. "You misunderstood me. I said I liked you very much. You know that, right Klaus?"

"Oh, right, you like me very much," he repeated with a smile as he came to stand next to her, sliding a finger down her neck before undoing the buttons one by one. "You can tell me that you only like me very much but that's not what I heard. You remember that vampire hearing doesn't miss a thing, don't you?"

"What are you doing?" Angelica asked breathlessly.

"Well, since the day you pleasured yourself on my sofa, as drunk as you could ever be, Wee Wee and I have fantasized about taking you on that couch," he whispered, before putting his lips against her ear. "I can smell your arousal, love. Musk and sweet sugar. And frankly, it's time you pour some on me."

"Klaus, no, you can't," she grabbed his wrists in a weak attempt to stop him. She wanted this just as badly as he did but she had to save him from himself. "You don't want this. You deserve better than this. "I'm a fat, grumpy, tired, bitch. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "Because I think you're just dying to be naughty!" He smirked. "And what do we have here?" He unbuttoned a few buttons of her dress. "What do we have here?" He gently squeezed one of her nipples and she gasped. "Did you go to work without underwear, love? Call me impressed!"

"Stop it!" Angelica punched his chest gently. "I heard Julian's growls and screams and they worried me, so…I grabbed my dress and rushed out as fast as I could, apparently forgetting my underwear in the process."

"Well, isn't that fortunate for me and Wee-wee? We won't have to wait to get to the good stuff!" He got the rest of her dress unbuttoned, putting her body on full display. "Now go lie on the sofa and pleasure yourself," he instructed gently before pushing the dress down the rest of the way, so it was a puddle on the Persian rug.

"No," she replied, her chin raised. "If you want me do something after ordering me about, you'll have to do better than that. Make me feel it if you can!"

"Now, Angel!" Klaus narrowed his eyes on his prey, knowing he could easily make her regret that challenge. He then grabbed his fully erect cock and began rubbing it.

She closed her eyes, trying not to think about how rash she'd been, challenging him like that. Because he really knew how to awaken things in her. How to make her need things…need him. Damn him for that! Damn her need for him! She swallowed, took a deep breath, and then made her way toward the sofa.

After she sat down, she took a deep breath, shut her eyes, and began rubbing herself until she heard a noise and opened them again. Klaus was rubbing himself too, as he watched her with a very hungry look in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She breathed. "Do you want to eat me?"

"Oh, yes," he told her and licked his lips. "But not yet."

They kept going, their breaths picking up until, just as Angelica was about to climax, Klaus stopped.

"Why?" She asked.

"I'm not going to finish like this," he told her. "And neither are you." He then joined her on the couch, sucking gently on each one of her nipples as she gasped, then got a glint in her eyes. "Me on top," she whispered.

He chuckled. "So you're more awake now?"

"Yeah, I suppose I am," she nodded. Then she waited for him to lie back, a grin on his lips as she positioned herself and felt him go deep inside her, slowly, slowly.

"Good," she breathed. "Yes!" She then began riding him, hesitantly at first, but then harder as Klaus ran his hands over her belly and breasts. "Good girl, Angel. Good girl!"

When they climaxed, she took a deep breath, her hair brushing his chest as she leaned forward to kiss him softly. "That felt good," she admitted. "I…I thought at first that I wanted you to be on top but I changed my mind…at least for the moment."

"Understandable," he replied. "This is probably more comfortable for you, anyway." She nodded and then whispered in his ear. "Can I bite you now?"

"Yes," Klaus whispered. "Please."

She leaned forward, moving her hips in a way that did wonders for him as he sat up and tilted his neck to the side to give her better access. She bit him gently and began drinking, not hungrily as if she hadn't fed, but as if she were enjoying it immensely. Finally, she pulled back and grinned at him with blood-stained teeth.

"You're good," she remarked. "Not sweet like I thought you would be, but spicy and stuff. I like it." She shook out her hair and said, "Want a turn? It seems only fair."

"Yes, but not now, since you're pregnant," he told her. "It's probably nothing to worry about, but I don't want to risk anything bad happening because I accidentally took too much."

"Oh," Angelica nodded. "Okay." Then she went back to riding him, an almost mad twinkle in her eyes. But she was enjoying herself, at least for the moment. That was the most important thing.

Finally, they got up from the sofa. "Tired?" He asked as he took her hand and led her toward the stairs. "Or could you do a round two?"

"I could," she nodded at Klaus, giving him the smile he loved so much. "But this time you do me!"

"With pleasure," he told her and picked her up, kissing her head as he carried her to their bedroom.

Klaus Mikaelson snuggled against his woman, his naked and muscular body glued to her back, arms wrapped around her thicker waist, his head tucked in her left shoulder.

Angelica Morningstar smiled and bit her bottom lip. "You know, you really are a mad man, Klaus Mikaelson. I like it!"

"Duly noted," Klaus smiled and kissed her neck. "Mad but determined, I would say, because I go after what I want most in the whole world. And that's you Angel!"

She groaned, losing her smile a little. Sure he thought that now, but who knew how long it would last, especially if she couldn't stop being a bitchy grump!

"I know you have something going on in that beautiful head of yours that's stressing you out," he told her. "I saw you leave for work this morning. It was quite a sight." His tone was serious.

"You saw me?" Angelica asked as she turned to face him, lifting up her hand to gently trace the line of his jaw.

"Yep, you dropped your keys in the driveway three times and then kept kicking the jeep tires several times. What did they ever do to you?" He winked playfully.

"I'm sorry," she smiled shyly. "I just…"

"It's fine," he shook his head. "We can always fix a car. I was more worried about you to be honest." Klaus kissed her forehead. "That's how I know you need me and Wee-wee to be your stress relief." He gave her a playful smile. "And I think we do a pretty damn good job."

"Of course." That got a smile out of her and a little laugh before she rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes and sighing before placing her hands on his forearms.

"I know it's hard for you to handle everything right now. Not just your job, which would ordinarily be enough as it is, but also the fact that your mother's lover is living in the basement of your home and your father murdered him and abandoned you," Klaus whispered as he rested his forehead against hers. "But I'm here for you, Angel. I hope that's something you can believe and hold in your heart, always. You can always share your feelings. You don't have to hold back or pretend from me. And I swear I won't judge you."

"Thank you," Angelica sniffled, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"And…we can't forget the baby. Even though we're both very excited, it kind of dropped out of nowhere, but considering how often we did it on the island, we shouldn't have been surprised at all."

"I like the island," Angelica grinned and gave a naughty chuckle. "When can we go back?"

"I don't know when, but I promise we will at some point. I wouldn't deny you time at a place that made you feel so good," Klaus promised. "I know you're freaking out about your pregnancy in addition to everything else."

"I want her," Angelica said firmly. "And I would never harm her, even though I know I'm just a big ball of stress right now and all the doctors say that's bad. Luckily, I think our baby is pretty darn tough."

"I have no doubt," Klaus chuckled, "Maybe she thrives on the challenge, just like her mother." He gently caressed her belly. "And I know that now that the shock has cleared and you seem to have made peace with the fact that you're carrying my baby, you're gonna love her with all your heart, even if it won't always be easy. Our baby girl will be good for us both."

"Baby girl? She repeated with a smile. "What makes you think it's a girl?"

Klaus shrugged. "I just have a feeling, that's all. She'll be wild and free, love heavy metal, and pierce her nose. But she'll also have the biggest heart!"

"Please tell me that you're joking about her loving heavy metal and having a pierced nose," Angelica begged, eyes wide. "What am I gonna do with a girl like that?"

Klaus burst out laughing. "Oh, you'll be fine. She'll be good for you and teach you lots of things, just like me!"

"Oh, I'm gonna be such a horrible mother!" Angie shook her head.

"No, you won't, love," Klaus put a supportive hand on her shoulder, laughing as he kissed her cheek again. "She'll help you loosen up. We'll be very happy with her. The family you deserve." He smiled. "Furthermore, I know that what's stressing you out is that you blurted out those three little words to me and you're clearly not ready."

She turned to face him, startled.

"I get it," he acknowledged. "I have a lousy track record. When you need reliable most, I'm not reliable at all." He smiled shyly. "You must think, 'After everything, why do I want to risk giving my heart to another man who always manages, one way or another, to leave his girlfriends on the side of the road'?"

"I don't think that," Angelica shook her head. "I swear I don't! I used to listen to others say things about you, but then I saw you. The real you, Klaus Mikaelson. I know you're sweet and caring and sensible. You never meant to hurt others. It was an unfortunate side effect of the fact that you were hurt yourself."

He blushed and lowered his gaze. It was probably not something that she wanted to hear but even though he wasn't looking at her, she still seemed to be radiating so much love that he couldn't believe was for him, of all people. But then again, he knew that deep down she still loved her father, so maybe…

"Thanks," he got out.

"What's scaring me is that…you're this bigger than life hybrid king who is with me…me, Angelica Morningstar. I'm not that special at all. I'm just boring. I don't even know who the hell I am because all I've ever been is whatever I thought would make someone love me, or give me large amounts of money. And one day you're gonna figure that out, realize you'd rather not be my mate, and find someone who is fun and spontaneous, and…not so much work!" She then began to cry, tears rolling down cheeks.

He took her in his arms. "You're worried that I'm gonna toss you aside like your father did because in some superficial ways, it seems like we're the same. Is that what' worrying you so, love?"

She nodded.

"Okay, well, I can tell you with confidence that that won't happen, simply because you, Angelica Morningstar, are my soulmate. With you, I'm able to be myself and not some bigger than life hybrid king. You, Angel, are the best thing that's come along for me in my whole, long life. I can't guarantee we'll be together for eternity because I don't know for sure. No one does. But I can promise you that that's what I want and will strive for with every fiber of my being. Do you want that too? Will you fight for that with me?"

"Yes," Angelica sniffled and then sat up a little straighter. "Yes, I want that very much!"

"Then dry those tears because there's no need for them anymore." He wiped them off and gave her a smile. "I, Klaus Mikaelson, love you so much, Angelica Morningstar."

She nodded, one more time, taking a deep breath before speaking. "I…I love you too, Klaus Mikaelson. "So much. Hopefully for the rest of time. Or at least until we're sick of each other." She winked. "Like that will ever happen."

Klaus chuckled and shook his head as she leaned in for a kiss. "With you? No, I don't think it will either."