Selina dried off the dishes and placed them on the wooden kitchen shelves. She and Elijah had decided on an early dinner, and then he'd volunteered to put Elise to bed while she cleaned up.
Turning, she peered out the window and let out a happy sigh as she gazed at the sunset and the autumn decorations she'd put all over the front of the farmhouse. She loved this time of year as the leaves changed from green to orange, red, and yellow and there started to be a chill in the air. Holding the dish towel to her chest, she began to think of the soups and things she would make now that it was beginning to get colder.
"Penny for your thoughts?" She jumped a little as her husband stood at her shoulder, whispering in her right ear, his arms wrapping around her waist.
"Nothing much," she shrugged. "I was just…looking out at our beautiful property and admiring what fall has done to outside." She smiled.
"Really?" He kissed her cheek gently. "I was just admiring what is mine. You. You look beautiful like always." He nibbled her earlobe.
"Elijah…" She chuckled and blushed. "Don't think you I don't know what you're trying to do, you flatterer."
"Yes, and just what's that, my love?" He asked her with a grin of challenge before his lips bushed her neck.
"You want me to spell it out for you?" She asked, lowering her head and closing her eyes. Even though she was going to deny him the chance to go any further, she could at least enjoy his lips on her neck for a little bit. There was no crime in that, was there?
"How's Elise?" She asked when she was ready to change the subject. "Did you get her to bed all right?"
"Who?" Elijah breathed as he cupped her breasts and growled hungrily. "Oh, right? Yes, she's fine."
He began massaging her and she groaned, dropping the towel on the floor, then turned to grab his wrists and push him away.
"We're not gonna do this," she said firmly. "You know how fertile I am right after I give birth." Then she wiggled out of his embrace and moved away from him.
"I thought you wanted me, Selina," Elijah pouted like a little boy who didn't get a treat. "It's been a long time since I've made love to you."
Selina heaved a big sigh, crossing her arms in front of her chest and raising her chin. "Unfortunately, I must've drunk a love potion at some point because damn it, I want you now and forever!"
"See?" Elijah smirked and caressed her hand.
"Oh. Go away!" She slapped his hand and flung it away.
"What was that?" He teased and rubbed her hand. "I'm sensitive to rejection!"
"I know that a Mikaelson never gets rejected, but…it's for my own good." Selina poked him in the chest and leaned over to pick up the kitchen towel, giving him the opportunity to spank her hard.
"Elijah Mikaelson, what is wrong with you?" Selina scowled and rubbed her sore bottom. "Have you lost your mind?"
"What?" He shrugged and gave her a smug smile. "You playing hard to get is not a game we've played in a while but you know I like something different from time to time."
"No, that's not the point of this, you old geezer!" Selina snapped and rolled her eyes.
"I'm not an old geezer, or an old man, or an old anything!" Elijah protested vehemently and crossed his arms. "The doctor told you that you could resume bedroom activities." He reached out and tried to put a hand on her arm. "I thought after going without for so long…you'd want to get close again. That you missed me as much as I missed you."
"Don't be dramatic," Selina said. "It's not like you're home on a break from a war or something. We've been together in the sense that we've hugged and kissed. I haven't just abandoned you. And it has nothing to do with your age, either. I just…how many times have I gotten pregnant? How many kids do we have?"
"More than I can count on two hands." Elijah smirked and looked very proud of himself.
"That's right," Selina nodded. "I just started taking my pills again and I want to be extra careful so I don't get pregnant. Cause I know I've fucked a lot of m-"
"You don't have to finish that sentence," Elijah told her. "I don't need to be reminded." He winced.
"Oh, please," Selina scoffed, feeling the need to shout. "You're the most fertile of them all!"
"Well thank you," Elijah grinned shamelessly, his dark eyes twinkling.
"Yes, you're the most fertile of them all," Selina continued in a calmer voice. "And I want to give my vagina and uterus a break." She put her hands on her hips and stared at him challengingly, knowing he wouldn't like that.
"Well, may I point out," he told her, "that I'm not the only man you've had father your children?" Elijah jabbed a finger in her direction. "But I'm the only one you're refusing to get close to."
"Oh, of course I know you're not the only father of my children," Selina nodded. "There's Klaus, and Damon and…" she paused and coughed. "Dorian."
"You just had to mention that…that…" He growled unhappily, his hands turning into fists.
"Yes, but that doesn't matter anymore," she reminded him softly, keeping her eyes locked on his. "You're the one I gave my heart to, Elijah."
"Fine," Elijah growled as he realized he wasn't going to win this argument, no matter what he said. "You, your vagina, and your uterus have a good night!" He spun on his heel and stalked away without giving her time to reply.
"You can't be going to be now!" She called after him. "It's only seven at night!"
"What I choose to do with my time when you don't want to be part of it is none of your damn business, woman!" Elijah replied without even turning to look back at her.
He slammed his and his wife's bedroom door shut, undressing himself and throwing his shirt and jeans on a nearby chair, pushing the blankets aside, and getting into bed.
He knew he was acting childish, thank you very much, but…he loved his wife dearly and despite the fact that he was being very reasonable, she was choosing to be difficult just for the sake of being difficult!
He sighed, tossing and turning for a little bit before punching his pillow in frustration. Why did she always have to mention that man in his presence?
Dorian Gray was the only man she'd ever left him for. Granted, she had come back to him, they were more in love than they'd ever been and there was no doubting her love for him because it showed clearly in her eyes whenever she looked at him. But still…
He rested his head on the pillow. In the morning, they would find a way to put the stupid argument behind him. He would make her breakfast as a surprise. She loved the way he made eggs it would be a day she wouldn't have to cook, so how could she turn that down? Then she would forgive him and they'd go back to bed like they always did.
Comforted by the thought, he closed his eyes, and fell asleep….
Heels clacked on the marble floor, and when the secretary reached the office door, she pushed it open, making her way into her boss's office.
"Yes, Claudia?" Dorian Gray raised his head and looked at her as she cleared her throat and pushed her dark hair out of her eyes.
"Mr. Gray, sir, Mr. Elijah Mikaelson is here to see you," she replied politely.
"Thank you, Claudia," Dorian smirked. "Show him in please."
"Of course, Mr. Gray," Claudia nodded and turned to leave the office, calling out to someone he couldn't see. "Mr. Mikaelson, Mr. Gray will see you now."
"Thank you," Elijah told her before appearing in the doorway of Dorian's office and crossing the threshold and closing the door gently behind him.
Then he looked at Dorian, who was sitting at is desk with his hands in his trousers. "Hello, Gray."
Dorian leaned back in his chair, his hands together in front of his face as he gave the Original a smirk. "Elijah. I'm surprised you decided to show your face here. Though I can't say I mind it."
"Dorian," Elijah nodded, smiling back as he reached the desk chair and sat down, adjusting the sleeves of his satin shirt.
"So…" Dorian leaned forward. "To what do I owe the pleasure of his visit?" Then he narrowed his eyes. "Is that you've come to a decision about my proposition?"
"Maybe," Elijah grinned and leaned forward. "Or perhaps I've just come to play with you and I've not decided anything at all."
Dorian sucked in a breath, standing up and rolling up his sleeves to show his forearms. "Do you want me to beg, Elijah?"
"Yes," Elijah breathed. "And kneel in front of me while you do it also." It was not a suggestion.
"You know all you need to do is ask and you will receive," Dorian told him, getting to his feet. "If only you would admit that you have feelings for me.
"I have feelings concerning you and I know I've always been quite clear about them," Elijah replied. "I loathe you. I can't stand you. I would even go so far as to say I hate you with all my being."
"Do you now?" Dorian's eyes sparkled mischievously, and he smirked as he walked around the desk to join his visitor. "Isn't it said that hate is the beginning of a love story?" He raised an eyebrow as he began pushing Elijah's jacket down his arms.
"Not in this case," Elijah heaved a sigh and locked eyes with Dorian.
"If you'd let me, I'd convince you," Dorian murmured before undoing a few buttons and closing the distance between them. "Would you let me? Would you like that?"
"This can only be sexual, Dorian," Elijah warned. "Nothing more than that."
"It works for me," Dorian agreed, leaning forward to kiss Elijah's neck.
"Dorian," Elijah moaned, putting both hands on the man's chest.
"Do you know how long I've waited for this?" Dorian asked, grabbing Elijah's chin and kissing him lightly on the lips.
"Kneel!" Elijah murmured.
Dorian smirked and obeyed, grabbing him by the belt and undoing it and pulling down the zipper before bringing his length to his lips.
Meanwhile, Elijah closed his eyes and moaned. He had waited for this moment for so long…for so long…
"Nooooooo!"
Elijah sat up in bed, his eyes wide and breathing heavy. What the hell kind of dream had he just had?
He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself by taking several deep, relaxing breaths. No, that made it even worse! He desperately needed to throw up and he couldn't get images from that dream…the horrible, horrible images, out of his mind because they were way too vivid.
Not knowing what else to do, he got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, standing at the sink with his hands over his eyes.
"Good morning, Mom." Mackenzie kissed her mother's cheek and took a seat at the kitchen island.
"Good morning, Mackenzie," Selina replied with a smile as she plopped a huge plate of pancakes in front of her. "Are you sleeping all right? We barely see you anymore these days. But that's not surprising. Things must be very busy at the office with Angie on maternity leave."
"Yeah, you can say that," Mackenzie nodded, then stared down at her plate, blushing. She couldn't tell her mother what exactly it was that was keeping her so late at the office. Since the kiss she had shared with Dorian Gray (her mother's ex-husband, no less!), she'd been able to continue the renovation when he wasn't around, but that meant more work at night.
"Where's Dad?" She asked, stabbing some pancake with a fork. She was more than happy to change the subject.
"No idea," Selina shrugged. "Sleeping late?"
"Dad?" Mackenzie smirked. "Since when?"
"Out of my way, out of my way!" Elijah's wife and daughter watched wide eyed as he charged into the room, gently elbow Mackenzie aside, and rush to the kitchen sink, breathing heavily.
"What's wrong with you?" Selina asked frantically as he splashed his face with water. She put her hand on his forehead, even though that wouldn't mean anything for a vampire. It made her feel like she was doing something and that was what counted.
"Dad, dad, what's the matter?" Mackenzie rose to her feet.
"Water! Water!" He began splashing it into his eyes.
"Have you burned yourself?" Selina asked worryingly.
"No," Elijah grabbed a towel and wiped off his face.
"Then what?" She began to rub his back, her blue eyes wide with concern. "I know we had a little argument last night but I don't want you going through whatever this is alone. Talk to me."
"And me too," Mackenzie begged. "What's got you so upset?" She began rubbing her hands nervously.
"It's…it's nothing," Elijah got out at last. "I just had a dream and…"
Selina stared at her daughter and rolled her eyes as Mackenzie looked down so her father wouldn't see her grinning."
"You dumb man," Selina scolded and hit him in the arm. "Why did you scare us half to death for a dream?"
"Oh, it wasn't just a dream, woman," Elijah shook his head. "It was a damn nightmare! And a nightmare that's your fault!"
Selina's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry for my part in our fight last night, but I'm not responsible for your bad dreams! Your stubbornness is!"
Mackenzie looked back and forth between her bickering parents, eyes wide.
"Yeah? I would disagree!" Elijah spat. "Because you mentioned Dorian Gray, because you put your ex-husband in my head…I dreamed that I was infatuated with him and we…oh, never mind!" He shook his head and blushed, not being able to meet their eyes.
Selina froze, then began laughing as Mackenzie looked away, blushing just as red as her father. If he'd known about the kiss she and Mr. Gray had exchanged…
"Why do you think this is funny?" Elijah snapped at his wife.
"Well, I always had a hunch that you were hiding a crush on Dorian, but it's obvious that it's more than that now. Should I be jealous?" Then, before he could respond, she threw her head back and laughed.
"Oh go to hell!" Elijah spat, turning on hi heel to walk away. "It doesn't mean anything. I still hate him more than anyone else on earth."
"Mom, m-m-maybe you should go after him," Mackenzie suggested. "He seems to be upset by your…your ex."
"Oh, no," Selina chuckled and picked up her coffee cup. "I'm just going to enjoy my coffee and the fact that at last, I have something to tease your father about for eternity!"
Kristen made her way toward the landing strip of the private airport, dressed in a baggy pair of jeans, converse, and a ridiculously tiny off the shoulder sweater. She held a Louis Vuitton tote bag and her sunglasses were perched on the tip of her nose.
Eric growled and rolled his eyes at the sight of her. That rich bitch was getting on his last fucking nerve! But he was being paid well and he needed it for the down payment on the penthouse apartment that would finally allow him to settle down somewhere.
"Why are my suitcases outside the plane and not inside?" She demanded without giving him so much as a polite greeting.
Eric heaved a sigh and put on his own sunglasses. "Good morning to you too, Ms. Mikaelson."
"Whatever," Kristen shook her head. "Would you just answer my question?"
"Your suitcases are not in the plane because I wanted to talk to you about the weight of luggage allowed in the plane." He narrowed his eyes at her.
"Why should that matter to me?" She shrugged and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"First off," he snatched the pack away from her "You can't smoke in the plane.
"Fuck!" She cried and reached for him. "Give those back to me! I'm not in your precious plane yet!"
"I don't think I will, Princess," Eric replied through gritted teeth, throwing the cigarettes on the ground and crushing them under his heel. "As for swearing, I don't think your father would appreciate you saying bad words."
"You're not my fucking father, or my guardian, wolf man!" Kristen spat and poked his chest. "You were paid to do what I tell you as you fly me around the world!"
"Ms. Mikaelson, I must ask that you don't put your hands on me." He pushed her away. "I realize that I've accepted your father's offer to fly you and escort you around. There's no need for you to remind me about that. But it's not an excuse for you to disrespect me. Am I clear?"
"Oh, boo hoo," Kristen replied, fake crying and putting her hands on either side of her waist. "Can you not take the heat, wolf man? Are you too old?"
Eric closed his eyes and growled, fists on either side of his tense body.
"Your father hired me as your pilot and body guard, Princess. I have a responsibility not to take my eyes off you this whole trip. To take care of you and stop you from doing stupid things. Don't make me lose my famous reserve and beat your ass instead. Do you understand?" He pushed his pilot hate up on his head and narrowed his eyes at her.
She smiled, her cherry red lips curving wickedly as she slid her palm over his bulged chest, standing on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear: "How will you take care of me, wolfman? By washing my panties and giving me a bath every night?"
Eric closed his eyes and tried to stay calm, ignoring the heat that was trying to invade his body as he realized how close she was to him.
He gripped her upper arm tightly to bring her in close contact with his rock-hard body as she cried out in surprise.
"Now listen very carefully, Ms. Mikaelson," he mouthed the words over her lips, almost touching them. He could feel her shiver and that filled him with joy and something else that he couldn't describe to himself.
"As of now, I'm your boss," he told her. "Do we understand each other? You'll do as I want, when I want, as I want it." He paused. "Are we good, Ms. Mikaelson?"
Her breathing picked up as she watched his full lips. "Fine," Kristen managed to get out at last.
"Good!" Eric nodded with satisfaction as his breath brushed her face, ruffling some strands of blonde hair that were framing it. "Now, be a good girl, get in the plane, sit your ass in your seat, buckle your seatbelt, and just wait for me without causing any trouble, all right?" He then pushed her away and turned toward her luggage.
She stumbled and rubbed her forearms. "But what about my suitcases? I need all of them! You can't just leave them here! Those are designer! You leave them here and somebody could steal them!"
"That won't happen," Eric said and ran his fingers through his hair. "You'll get what you get and anything that doesn't fit, I'll call your father and he'll have someone come and get it, so it'll be safe. Now will you please get inside?"
He pointed impatiently at the plane and when she didn't move immediately, he put his hand on her bottom and gave her a push, earning him a dirty look, even as she cleared her throat and ran up the stairs onto the plane.
Eric stood there in silence for a moment, then let out a sigh and closed his eyes tight. That young woman was making him lose his temper, but she would soon learn who was boss on this trip around the world!
Azrael slammed the passenger door of her red sports car shut, putting a hand over her eyes like a visor as she looked up the wood stairs that led to the majestic log cabin by the lake. Closing her eyes, she heaved a sigh. It was crazy, but…she could do this! It wasn't like she was doing anything illegal. A person could spend a few days on vacation with another person and get some fresh air without it being a problem. Right?"
Sure. She was ignoring the voice in her head that could not shut up about how the vacation also involved a sex agreement between her and a very tall, handsome, sexy blond man. The same man who wanted to die, but not before she spent time in his bed.
Making her way up the stairs and reached the front door, pulling the key she'd been sent yesterday via courier out of a red velvet box. Then she went inside and set her suitcase on the floor after throwing the door open far that it hit the wall. Then she took off her parka and set it on a nearby chair. Looking around, she smiled as she realized that the cabin was just as beautiful on the inside as it was outside.
Heading further inside the cabin, she headed down a corridor that led her to a rustic looking bathroom with a claw foot tub. The bedroom wasn't too far away, a large iron bed taking up a bunch of space in the middle. She quickly looked away as her cheeks reddened, then she turned away from the bed and made her way back to the living room.
As she looked through the kitchen, then grabbed a class from one of the cupboards to pour herself a glass of water. She then drank it, attempting to calm herself, then placed it in the sink once it was empty, jumping out of her skin at the sound of a deep vice behind her.
"Do you like it?"
She turned, breathing hard and putting a hand over her chest. "Leighton! When did you arrive?"
"Just now?" He gave her an adorable grin.
Closing the door behind him, he leaned on his cane to make his way to the table, lowering his bag to the floor and sitting in a chair.
Fuck! He looked good enough to eat. He'd grown a beard, and his hair was longer. He wore jeans and a thick plaid jacket opened to reveal a fitted black t-shirt. Then he slowly raised his leg to rest it on the table to rest it.
"Don't mind me, sweetheart. "I've been driving for ages, and my leg is acting up on me, but other than that, I'm in perfect condition for our weekend. No need to worry about that." A maddening grin curved his lips and lit up his mainly face. "Are you gonna answer me?"
"Sure," she nodded. "Once I remember the question."
"The cabin," he prompted. "Do you like it.
"It's beautiful," she admitted, blushing at her insistent glance.
"Are you blushing about our secret getaway, Azrael?" He chucked, resting his hands behind his head.
"No, of course not!" Azrael shook her head and backed away, bumping in the counter.
"You know, you can come closer to me," Leighton murmured. "I promise I won't bite…unless you want me to." He shrugged playfully, the grin never leaving his face.
"What? No! Why would I do that?" She shook her head in protest.
"Why are you here if not to know me…biblically?"
"Don't say things like that!" Azrael scolded him while doing her best to avoid his lustful gaze.
"Why not?" Leighton shrugged. "Did you think you were coming here to play chess? If you want to play games, I'd be more than happy to teach you strip poker." He raised his eyebrows, wiggling them comically as he waited for her to yell at him some more.
She didn't, however, just standing in silence and rubbing her hands nervously.
"You know better, don't you?" He said at last. "Did you see the bedroom when you came in?"
"Yes," she looked him directly in the eye, not wanting him to think she was a coward.
"Good," Leighton nodded. "I hope you're comfortable. I asked for quality, comfortable sheets, and a solid comfortable mattress. I figured it was the least I could do since we're going to be in bed a lot."
"Why?" Azrael cried. "Why do you love to stir me up and make me so mad?" She glared at him, hands in fists on either side of her waist.
"Bring all that energy to bed and we'll have a marvelous weekend," he promised, giving her a shameless wink.
"Leighton, please," she begged, hoping he could be serious.
"Oh, I see. You're still in denial," he nodded. "Even if you're standing in front of me and looking very delicious in those skinny jeans and tight blue sweater. Did you pick it because of the neckline that shows off your beautiful breasts?" He didn't hesitate to look over her whole body.
"Leighton!" Azrael stomped her foot on the floor. He was driving her crazy!
He rolled his eyes and lowered his leg to the floor. "What was I saying? Oh, right! You're in denial, tired from the drive, I suppose, so I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and let you have some time to rest." He grabbed his cane and slowly stood up. "But just to be clear, Azrael I am here to fuck you. I want to worship your body in a way that will make the people who wrote the Kama Sutra blush. And I can see it in your beautiful eyes that you want that too, otherwise you wouldn't have come. Have a good rest." He then turned without another word and headed for the bedroom.
Azrael stood, speechless as she watched him go, mouth open. Then she turned back to the kitchen faucet, turning it on and splashing her face with cold water.
That Leighton Fale would be the end of her!
Angie Mikaelson (yes, shed finally decided to ditch her father's name in her private life, although she was still obliged to use it professionally) headed into the dining room of her and Klaus' rented house. She then finished setting the table, setting silver knives and forks on either side of the four plates on the red silk table cloth. The room was softly lit by candles she lit as she hummed a pop song she heard on the radio. Then, out of nowhere, she felt two arms encircle her waist, making her freeze as she felt a hard body against her back.
"You smell divine," a sexy voice murmured in her ear before nibbling on the lobe.
Angelica moaned and allowed herself to lean against him for a few seconds, eyes closed. He smelled like hard work, sweat…the mate she wanted to fuck desperately!
But she also knew better than to throw all her good sense out the window. She knew that if she gave in to his seduction, she had no doubt that she would find herself naked in bed on her back with him deep inside her. He was the devil in some ways, much more than her father. The most annoying part of it was that she had little resistance inside her anymore, if she were completely honest. She was finally becoming comfortable with the fact that she was the mother of a beautiful baby girl. The devil could go ice skating before she got pregnant again!
"Thank you for the compliment," she murmured, wrinkling her nose and pretending to be disgusted. "YI have to say though that you smell like someone who's been cleaning up after pigs!"
Klaus clicked his tongue and shook his head, unoffended. "Careful, love. Elijah wouldn't like an insult like that." He gave her a wink. "I've been outside chopping wood with Nico. It's starting to get chilly at night. Are you cold? Should I start a fire? Or could I warm you up some other way?"
"No," Angie shook her head. "You keep your sweaty, smelly person away from me." She squirmed, trying to get away so she wouldn't give in to temptation, but his arms stayed tightly wrapped around her.
"Klaus please," Angie begged as her breath picked up. "Now isn't the time."
"Are you sure?" Klaus asked. "I know my scent is driving you wild with desire. I know how much you want me right now. It's just as much as I want you." He murmured, pushing up the skirt of her red dress to slide a hand between her thighs. "I bet you're so wet for me. You've tried to hide it for so long, but I can tell!"
"Klaus, I mean it," she protested half-heartedly as his hand reached her panties and gave her a rub, causing her to moan out loud before he fingered her just a little bit.
"I…Oh, holy fuck, I…more…" she moaned, wanting to push the whole table setting aside so he could take her on the table, then came to her senses.. "You…I…I set the table for dinner, so we can't…"
He nibbled on her ear. "Don't worry about dinner," he said easily, pausing to allow her to catch her breath. "Nico and Michelle can order pizza and watch Victoria, and we can lock the bedroom door behind us and fuck all night. It's the perfect plan, isn't it, love?" It was obvious how wet she was. Surely she wouldn't deny him this time.
"No," Angie shook her head, even though she really wanted to agree to something that sounded so good. "It's not Nico and Michelle who are having dinner with us. It's Grandpa Sean and Grandma Sarah."
That made him freeze at last.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked, finally letting her go and crossing his arms over his bare, sweaty chest.
"Exactly what I said," Angie told him, feeling much stronger as she wiped her hands on the skirt of her red dress. "My grandparents are coming to dinner, Klaus. I would like for you to take a shower and look presentable before they arrive."
"Or I could set this house on fire so you can't go through with this," Klaus told her. "I could do it easily! What the hell made you think this was a good idea?"
"I told you they were coming!" Angelica reminded him with a glare. "It's not like I'm just foisting this on you. End of story. Can you just play along with this? For me? You don't have to pretend to be happy about it. Just don't make everyone miserable!" She was starting to feel like her mother probably had when her father had thrown a fit about Grandpa inviting himself to brunch.
"You didn't tell me precisely when this would happen!" He hissed, putting his head in his hands. "I would have told you I would be free in January 3023!"
"Klaus, that's not funny!" Angelica barked back unhappily. "Why would I have told you? You would have tried to stop me! May I remind you that I have just as much say about what goes on in this house as you do, maybe more, cause I'm the boss, and if I want to maintain some relationship with my family after I threw most of them away to be with you, I will!"
Klaus turned, growling, and reached the threshold. "I don't know if I'd go so far as calling you the boss, but what I can say is that you certainly know how to kill the mood!" Then he gave her one last glare and strode off to check on Victoria, slamming the door behind him.