No one in the living room spoke a word as they all stood in the middle of Klaus and Angie's living room, staring in shock at the naked blonde.
"Klaus!" Angie snapped, making her lover snap out of it at last.
"Right," Klaus startled, then grabbed Milo's arm and pushed him against the wall.
"Hey, be gentle!" Milo protested. "I didn't know she'd be naked when I came! Everyone is naked around here when I come and that's not my fault!"
"Turn around and face the wall," Klaus snapped. "And don't turn around until I say! Don't you dare!"
"Please don't kill me, Mr. Mikaelson, Sir…King Hybrid?" Milo begged, just as he'd done with Roxie, his cheek pressed against the wall, his eyes wide with shock. "I promise you that I have no idea how fit my niece is! I didn't see anything!"
"Can I kill your brother?" Klaus begged Angelica. "Either I kill him, or you tell him to shut up."
"Well, no, of course you can't kill him!" Angelica snapped and stomped her foot before turning to Milo. "Shut up for now, Milo, please," she told him. "I know this is all a pain in the ass, but I think it would help us all if you didn't say a word."
"You turn around too," Klaus said, realizing Nico was there too, and stabbing a finger in his direction.
"Yes, sir," Nico nodded, immediately and faced the wall without a fuss.
"What about me?" Michelle asked. "Do I get to face the wall too?"
"No," Klaus shook his head. "You can look."
"Gee, lucky me," Michelle rolled her eyes and rubbed her belly. "Lucky me." Then she locked eyes with her niece. "Wow, Victoria. "What a body you've got! You're killing it."
"Well, thank you," Victoria smiled and put her hands on her hips. "You…you're my niece, Michelle, right?"
"Yep, that's me!" Michelle nodded with a smile. "I'm the one who reads you stories at night when your mom can't."
"Klaus!" Angelica snapped after rubbing her temples, and grabbing her head with both hands. "Don't just stand there. Grab a throw!"
"Right!" Klaus nodded, finally snapping out of his shock, grabbing a throw off the sofa, then heading over to his daughter and handing it to her. "Love, take this and cover yourself, please."
"But why, Daddy?" Victoria asked, confused. "We're all made the same. We shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies."
"I agree with this," Milo piped up. "We should be able to walk down the street naked if we want to." He slowly turned his head to show Victoria that he agreed with her.
"Are you fucking serious?!" Nico scolded his friend. "You don't know when to shut up, do you? Can't you zip it?"
"Milo, I don't want to hear another word coming out of your mouth!" Klaus snapped. "Turn your head and keep facing the damn wall!"
"Yes, sir," Milo replied, itching to salute the hybrid, but thinking better of it."
"It's okay, Daddy. Uncle Milo can see me naked, I don't mind," Victoria remarked with a smile. "I mean, if I didn't have to kill someone first, I'd love nothing more than to turn into a werewolf and run around the woods for hours."
"Yes, sweetheart, it's very obvious that you don't mind being naked," Klaus smiled at his daughter, then looked at Angelica out of the corner of his eye. She was biting her nails and frantically pacing behind one of the leather armchairs. Clearly this was no walk in the park for her and it was time for an act of mercy. "I know it's great to be naked. I like it and your mother does too…sometimes. But right now, she's on the verge of having a panic attack right now, so be a doll and put this throw around yourself, okay? Or let me do it."
"Oh, all right, Daddy," Victoria smiled sweetly as Klaus put the throw around her, and ignored the gagging sound from Angie that may or may not have been on purpose. "Anything for you."
"Here, Angie," Michelle tried to calm her. "I found a paper bag in the kitchen. Try and get a deep breath."
Angie nodded, snatching it out of the young woman's hands. "Thank you," she said briefly, then began breathing in and out inside of it.
"Are you all right, Mom?" Victoria asked, feeling very concerned.
"Mmmm?" Angie asked. Then she nodded. "Sure." She nodded. "Sure, I'm okay, sweetheart. "Thank you for asking."
"She's fine," Klaus assured her. "Your mother is just…just overwhelmed to see you all grown up." He winked. "Isn't that right, Angel?"
Angelica nodded several times, not trusting herself to speak.
"Can I look since she's covered up?" Milo asked, glancing at Nico, who was wildly shaking his head.
"No," Klaus said dryly. "You're never gonna look at my daughters ever again!"
"But why?" Milo asked. "I mean, I'm related to Victoria!"
"What the fuck!" Nico hissed. "Shut your mouth!"
"Come on, sweetheart," Klaus put an arm around his daughter. "We'll head into the closet and see what your mom has that you can wear." He moved to take her hand and then took Angie's forearm in his other hand and pushed her toward the downstairs corridor.
"Did…did they leave?" Milo asked, sighing with relief before crying out as Nico gave him a slap in the head.
"You're such a moron!" Nico cried, glancing at Michelle as she sank on the sofa.
"Hey, don't you slap me!" Milo protested, rubbing the bump on his head. "I'm a delicate flower!"
Michelle snorted. "You're a delicate flower?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't make me laugh!"
"Oh, you'll live," Nico shook his head unsympathetically, hands on either side of his waist.
"So, can I have the money for my rent?" Milo asked hopefully.
"No!" Nico and Michelle cried at the same time.
"Okay, okay," Milo said and backed away. "No need to yell. "What about Victoria? You think she would?"
"Out!" Nico snapped, giving Milo a push toward the front door, opening the front door and pushing Milo onto the front step before slamming the door in his face.
"That's not fair!" Milo cried. "What did you do that for?" He began pounding on the front door. "I thought you two were my friends!"
The warm water from the shower flowed over both their bodies as Azrael buried her dark, burning gaze in Leighton's Ever since she'd entered the shower and the door had closed behind her, they'd done nothing but stare at one another in awe.
"Do you…do you really want to do this?" She asked at last. "I…I don't want to hurt your leg and you know that this is going to cause you pain."
Leighton chuckled and caressed her cheek. "You're naked in my arms," he said with a smile. "If there's any pain at all, I'll tough it out. It's nothing that I've not experienced before, woman. Believe me. And from what I hear, orgasms are excellent painkillers anyway."
"Really?" She raised an eyebrow, then smiled shyly at him.
He shrugged. "I don't know for sure, but I'd like to think so. Why don't we test it out now?" He picked her up and balanced her against the shower tiles, her legs wrapped around his waist to maintain her equilibrium.
"Leighton!" Azrael cried, wide-eyed when she saw him wince for a second, even though he tried to hide it. "I'm so sorry! What about your leg? I wasn't thinking, I knew this would hurt you. I—"
Then he kissed her to shut her mouth. "I don't give a flying fuck about my leg, Azrael!" He told her. "You better believe me when I say that thinking about my dick inside of you makes me not give my stupid leg a second thought."
She blushed slightly, cupping his face to give him a gentle kiss. Then a guttural growl escaped him, and he grabbed the back of her neck to bring her toward him and kiss her hard.
This made her cry out in surprise just before his tongue entered her mouth, loving its sweet taste. His lips kissed a fiery trail down her neck while his hands busied themselves stroking her nipples.
"Leighton," she moaned, doing her best to give him access to her neckline by pushing his head down.
He quickly captured one of her nipples in his mouth, biting and stroking he hard tip of her breast with his tongue.
Crying out, she rolled her hips over his pelvis, her wetness mixing with the water.
"I need to be inside of you, badly," he whispered, breathless. "I can't hold back anymore." He grabbed her bottom with both hands and positioned himself at her entrance before slowly and carefully entering her wet walls.
Then he felt her tense and saw her bite her lip.
"You need to relax and not be tense, baby," he told her. "If you want this, relaxing will make it easier. Do you want this?"
"Yes!" She nodded as he continued to talk.
"I know it will hurt a little, but…" he tried his best to control his thrust and be gentle.
"Oh, for my father's sake, Leighton!" She cried out. "I'm grateful that you want to make sure I'm okay, but I'm fine! Now will you just shut up and fuck me?" As if to prove her point, she began riding him slowly and capably, inch by inch.
A blissful smile lit up his face, then he kissed her lips a few times before grabbing her and filling her to the hilt. He stopped, waiting for her to open her eyes and reassure him that she was okay.
It didn't take long for her to do just that, a smile appearing on her delicious red lips. "What are you waiting for, hunk?" She asked with a wink.
That was all he needed to crush his lips against hers, thrusting deeper and faster inside of her without any more hesitation.
They only stopped kissing to breathe and as they felt the build up of an intense orgasm. She yelled out his name when she felt it, followed soon by his own release inside her.
Their rapid breathing then came to a halt, and they were able to breathe normally, staring into each other's eyes.
"My beautiful, passionate Azrael, you're mine now," Leighton whispered.
"I am. So why don't you bring me to our bed?" She demanded with a smile.
He winked back and they turned the water off. Then got out of the shower and made their way to the bedroom, Leighton ecstatic that he'd finally won the battle, laughing as she played with his hair.
Amy Burke Mikaelson (or Mikaelson Burke, as she liked to think of herself) closed the penthouse door behind her, taking off her Louboutins and throwing them in the corner by the door before tossing her key and purse on the console table. Her hours at the Council had been unbearably slow. She'd looked at her watch all day, her whole body burning with desire…for her husband!
She felt the cold marble tiles under her feet and saw the dim candlelight as she made her way to the living room. Then she stopped, her red lips as she met the burning gaze of her lover. He was standing near the piano. His feet were bare just like hers and he was shirtless, his jeans unzipped, and barely hanging on his hips.
"What took you so long?" He asked with a smirk.
"I…I had some things to finish at the Council," she tried to explain. "A very…very long and important report." She rubbed her hands.
Damn, he was so hot that she was losing her ability to speak! No one had ever made her feel that way.
He played a few notes on the piano, breaking the silence in the room. "I was waiting for you. I don't like having to wait for my wife to come back to me." His gaze was dark.
"I…I'm sorry," she coughed, blushing. "I…I should start dinner.
"Or…" Kol countered, his dark gaze burning into hers. "You could be a good, obedient girl for your husband who's waited for you all day long. What do you say?"
"I…I sure," she replied, her heartbeats picking up in her chest.
"Take off your dress and come here," Kol commanded, unwavering.
She bit her lip, slowly unbuttoning her dress and holding her still. This role-play wasn't for her!
"I've told you to be a good girl and not bite your lip like that," Kol shook his head, wrapping a silk scarf around his knuckles. "I think I have no choice but to teach you a lesson."
"Kol, I can't do this!" She protested. "It's mot me!" She shook her head, voice trembling.
"Undress," Kol ordered. "Now!"
She looked around, her breath picking up, realizing fast that there was nothing she could do but obey his wishes.
Unbuttoning her dress, she let the fabric slide down her arms to her hips, then finally settle on the floor, meaning she was just standing there in a pink bralette and thong panties and shaking.
"That's more like it," he whispered with a very hot smirk. "You're so sexy. You're giving me a massive hard on, darling."
"I'm…I'm sorry," she apologized automatically, coming to stand next to him by the piano.
They stared at one another, breathing heavily. She then let out a cry as he abruptly grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him to bring her in full contact with his hard body, before he lifted her up on the piano and several discordant notes filled the room.
She ran her hands over his muscular bare chest to keep her balance, feeling his rapid heartbeat under her fingers.
"I want to fuck you hard on this piano, Amy." Kol's voice and gaze were intense as he pushed her bra aside to cup her breasts and stroke her nipples, making her whimper. "Oh?" She tried to keep her tone light. "Oh! Oh, god!" She moaned as he gave one of them a pinch.
"That's a good start," Kol replied. "Now you tell me how much you want me to fuck you. How wet are you for me since I bet you've been thinking about me in your office all day?" He blew in her ear and then nibbled on the earlobe after burying his head in the crook of her neck.
"I do," she got out. "I'm so wet for you! I…" She blushed. "I've been thinking about you naked all day."
"Well…I can get there," He breathed and then with the slightest touch, his jeans fell around his ankles, and he kicked them away, his dick jutting out proudly. "Better?"
"Y…yes…" Amy breathed. "Much better. You're so…I want you so much!"
Kol grinned wickedly. "Good girl, Amy Estella Mikaelson." He nibbled on her full lips.
"Don't…don't call me that name," she blushed.
"My sexy Estella…" he repeated with a grin, taking her hand and putting it over his crotch. "Stroke my dick, baby," he requested breathlessly.
"He's not wrong, Mom," said a voice that broke the silence, startling Amy so much that she squeezed Kol's dick hard enough to that he groaned in pain. "You're a knockout."
After she took a deep breath, apologized profusely, and removed her hand, they found themselves staring at a naked young man eating a sandwich.
"Froy?" Kol asked, dumbstruck and completely forgetting how hard Amy had squeezed him.
"Hi, Dad," the young man raised a hand holding a sandwich. "Don't mind me. I see you and Mom are busy." He looked down at himself and then at his father. "Nice to know you're as fit as me! I wouldn't want to be outdone by my father!" He paused. "I hope you don't mind that I got myself a sandwich. I was famished!"
"Kol, grab me a throw!" Amy cried desperately, putting her hands over her bare chest.
"Yes!" Kol grabbed a cashmere throw left on the leather sofa and came back to wrap Amy in it.
"Damn it, no! Don't stop! It's not bothering me at all!" Froy protested. "While you were doing Mom, I was going to eat my sandwich and watch TV, then get something out of your closet to put on."
"So you're hungry?" Amy asked, matter-of-factly. Having a problem to solve, however small, cleared her mind. "I was supposed to have made dinner for us, but then…" she blushed and glared at Kol who, for once in his life, stood speechless in front of her.
"No worries," Froy waved her protests away as he made his way out of the room toward the kitchen. "You can keep having sex. I'll be in the kitchen when you're done.
Once he'd disappeared, they stared at one another and burst into laughter.
"Well, I guess that's Froy," Amy got out at last. "He's so you!"
"Don't push it, woman," Kol countered. "I'm really not that bad." Then he laughed.
Elijah Mikaelson entered the farmhouse after finishing his chores, closing the front door behind him and removing his boots.
Then he removed his cowboy hat (an impulse buy. Being married to his wife had made him have more of those because she was always leaving magazines out and ads about sales.) He wiped the sweat off his forehead and made his way to the kitchen. He was tired and famished! He couldn't wait to eat dinner and enjoy a night cap glass of rum and cigar before heading to bed.
But someone else had other plans. He froze speechless in front of the kitchen island where his wife, Selina Warren Mikaelson was lying half naked, her waist, hips, and full breasts covered by nothing but a tiny and very alluring apron.
"Well, hello, there, Cowboy," she winked playfully. "You called for a saloon girl, and you made me wait. I don't have all night, you know."
"Selina…" Elijah was still dumbstruck. "What are you…that outfit…?" He stammered, blushing slightly.
"You're the shy type, aren't you?" She questioned with a smirk. "It's okay. I have ways of bringing you out of your shell, Cowboy." Then she slowly began opening her legs and it was clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath the apron.
"Selina, what is this?" He asked again, his breath and heartbeat picking up.
Selina purred, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Does it bother you that I'm lying naked with my ass on the kitchen island?" She smirked.
"Maybe a little bit…" he coughed uncomfortably "It's certainly not very hygienic. But that's beside the point. "I thought…I thought you weren't in the mood. I thought we were taking a break."
"And you don't think I'm in the mood now?" She asked, leaning forward to give him a good look at her chest, pouting. "I didn't think you'd tell me no after I made you wait for so long."
"Selina…" He trailed off as he spoke her name, his breath picking up. "Don't play this game with me." He warned and pulled off his hat. "You know I'm not made off wood, so if this is a joke…"
"It's not," she shook her head. "And your muscles certainly aren't made of wood." She looked over his arms and chest. "And do I see something peeking out from under your belt?" She slowly licked her bottom lip. "Put the hat back on, cowboy, and show me how good you can be by taking off those sweaty clothes."
"I can't…do you really think we need to do this now?" He asked. "I'm sweaty and I smell like a pig! Can't you wait just a little?" He shook his head and put his hat back on, chuckling as he took a few steps closer to her.
She shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me what you smell like. I like a real man!" She winked.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off and throwing it on the floor, so he was shirtless and wearing only jeans and a hat.
"Now, what's a saloon girl like me have to do to get a man like you in her bed?" Selina asked, lifting her leg to run her bare foot over his muscular chest.
He promptly grabbed her ankle, putting her foot over his shoulder, kissing up her ankle, to the inside of her knee, to up her thighs.
"Oh, Elijah!" She moaned, thanking her lucky stars she was so limber.
"How much for the night?" He asked, playing the game, pulling her close to him and putting his arm around her waist.
A cry of surprise escaped her, her hands resting on his shoulders.
"How much for me to have you?" She asked breathlessly. "You…you can take all my money!" She buried her baby blue eyes in his dark glace without hesitation.
Then he burst out laughing, thinking that she must be so into the moment or finding him so attractive that she'd forgotten the whole point of the game. He slapped her bottom. "Woman, I, the sexy cowboy, am the one asking for your services, not the other way around! Don't tell me that you've forgotten how to play this game part way through!"
"Oh, right, of course!" Selina grinned and threw her arms around his neck. "Well, just to warn you, I'm very expensive cause I'm the best you'll ever have!"
"I love your breasts," he growled, pushing the apron aside to caress them, before biting fully into her nipple.
She tilted her head back, pushing his head closer to her soft, rose-scented skin.
"I'll pay whatever you want to fuck you, woman," he whispered, kissing her hard.
She gasped, her tongue intertwining with his immediately, their kisses intensifying as her legs wrapped around his waist.
"You made me wait for weeks, Selina," he muttered over her lips. "Prepare to not be able to walk tomorrow morning."
"Is that a promise?" Selina asked with a chuckle and a wicked glint in her eyes as she grabbed his belt and began to undo it.
"You bet it is, woman!" He nodded, moaning with pleasure as she felt her rub his erect cock.
Then they both startled, hearing steps in the corridor.
"To the bedroom, quick!" She whispered, wide-eyed.
"Good idea, cowgirl!" He nodded, putting her over his shoulder as she laughed, hurrying to their bedroom before anyone could catch them in the act and create a very awkward situation.
Selina squirmed, smiling as she tried to pull herself away from Elijah's tickling. They were lying on their king-sized bed after the very hot sex they'd just had.
"Elijah, stop," she giggled.
He raised her arms over her head.
"Who's your master now?" Elijah demanded, nibbling on her earlobe.
"Well, who was your master first?" Selina countered. "Answer that question before I answer yours!" She smiled.
He raised his head, staring into her big, beautiful blue eyes. "That was the most thorough, erotic seduction I've experienced in a very long time." He then gently caressed her cheek. "But I was the one who brought you to your knees.
"Yes," Selina nodded. "I was on my knees because I missed my husband." She smirked.
"You've kept me at arms' length for weeks!" Elijah reminded her. "Certainly, a unique way to miss your husband." He laughed.
She shrugged and smiled. "Don't take it personally. I just needed to give my poor womb a break from my husband's obsession with making babies."
"And now?" He lowered his head and kissed the soft skin of her neck that smelled like rose soap.
"Now," She giggled some more, raising her hand to run her fingers through his dark hair. "Now the only thing I crave is for my sexy husband to take me over, and over, and over.
"Your wish is my command, my love." Elijah responded, grabbing her chin and crushing his lips against hers.
"I hope you don't mind that I borrowed this dress from the wash room, Mom," Elise continued, twirling in the polka dot dress. "I thought it would give you both heart attacks to see me naked, and it looked clean." She the looked up. "But I feel overdressed." She grabbed some of the skirt. "I don't think I'll ever dress in anything modern," she continued to ramble. "It's not me. What do you think, Pop?"
"I think she's talking to you," Selina nudged Elijah again.
"Oh, it's lovely," Elijah said, closing his eyes and sighing loudly. "Pop. You want me to be your Pop."
Selina bit her lip to keep from laughing. "I like it," she said. "I think it's charming."
"Not from where I sit," Elijah shook his head, speaking between clenched teeth. "Elise, dear, would you mind giving us some privacy for a few minutes?"
"Oh, sure," she raised her head. "Sure, Pop! I'll give you a little time. I'll wait for you and Mom in the kitchen. I have so many urgent questions that I need to ask you." She got to her bare feet and made it to the door, going outside and shutting the door behind her.
"Yeah, I bet she does," Elijah rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his tangled hair.
"Isn't our daughter a breath of fresh air, Pop?" Selina giggled.
"Oh, don't you start too," Elijah growled, pushing the sheet aside to get out of bed, her laughter ringing in his ears.