Prompt: It's Klaus birthday in NOLA and Rebekah secretly sent an invitation for Caroline, because the siblings have a secret bet going on about who's present gonna be the best. After 1000 what does one give to someone who can get whatever he wants :D
Kol is sipping a margarita, splayed out on one of the leather couches in their lounge room when she gets back from her shopping expedition in New Orleans.
The radio is on, playing one of those inane pop tunes that Kol for some reason seemed to love, and his foot is swaying lazily to the beat as he stares up at the fan whirring lazily on the ceiling above them.
“What on Earth are you doing?” She asks of Kol, whose eyes flick towards her, a self satisfied smile creeping across his face when he sees her.
“Celebrating.” Kol says with great relish, taking a sip of his margarita. “Can I offer you a drink, sister?”
“Knowing you you’ve probably spiked it with some sort of sleeping potion, so it’ll be a hard pass this time.” She replies with disdain, remembering the last time Elijah had accepted a drink from Kol, and had then promptly broken out in hives that had taken quite a few days to disappear, and only with the assistance of a witch that owed Elijah quite a few favours.
Kol had ended up with a dagger in his chest for a month before Elijah had deigned to make amends with him.
“God you’re all no fun.” Kol mumbles under his breath, sitting up on the couch and planting his booted feet on the floor. “And since you never asked what I was celebrating, I’m going to tell you anyway.”
“Of course you are.” She remarks dryly, tapping her foot against the floor, cursing the humidity that seemed to hang over New Orleans at this time of the year like an unpleasant shroud.
Already she can feel her hair sticking to the back of her neck, her clothes pressing to her skin unpleasantly. Maybe she could go for a swim a little later.
“Well, as you well know Bekah, Nik’s birthday is coming up. And I know that we all try and one up each other when it comes to buying him a gift. God knows why considering how many times he’s daggered us all… If anything he should be buying us presents to make up for it.” Kol is just thinking out loud now, and she can’t help but sigh, massaging her temples.
In fact, Nik had brought her plenty of gifts to make up for the whole daggering thing, knowing that she was materialistic at heart and was far more likely to respond positively to that than murmured platitudes and constant apologies.
She wouldn’t give up her designer wardrobe, villa in Tuscany, and private island for anything.
“Get to the point.” She snarls as Kol continues to mumble under his breath.
“Fine. I just want to tell you and Elijah that you shouldn’t bother trying this year, because I’ve got him the present to end all presents. The perfect gift.”
“You do?” She asks incredulously, because Kol’s idea of a perfect gift is usually a stripper or a gift voucher to some obscure store.
“I do.” Kol says with another smug smile. “So just don’t even go there this year Bekah. You’re not going to beat me!”
With that, Kol drains the rest of his margarita, falling back to lie on the couch once more.
Justin Bieber starts playing on the radio, and as she marches out of the room to escape the stupidity of the song, an idea begins to form in her mind.
Kol wasn’t going to know what hit him.
“I could get used to this.” Caroline Forbes remarks with a laugh, reclining on the pure white sand as the sun beats fiercely down on her skin.
“I’m not sure about the heat.” Enzo has propped himself up on her elbow next to her, Ray Bans covering most of his features as he takes in the crystalline blue water. “Although it is a beautiful corner of the world.”
She’d been dying to come to Australia for some time now, and she and Enzo had spent the last few months wandering the massive island continent. As she very quickly discovered, there was so much more to Australia than the cosmopolitan city of Sydney.
They went dune boarding at Port Stephens, a little coastal town three hours north east of the capital of NSW. They spent a week on the Gold Coast, checking out the bars and clubs that peppered the famous city.
They spent another week on a cattle ranch in the far flung part of Queensland that no one else ever seemed to go to, made friends with the locals as they had to revert back to animal blood momentarily.
The Northern Territory was amazing, as had been Western Australia. The Barossa Valley had been a favourite, rich wine country with vineyards stretching as far as the eye could see.
Enzo had loved Melbourne, loved the coffee culture and all the hip little laneway bars that were only discovered if you stumbled across them by accident. Someone had suggested the Whitsundays for their next destination, and after looking at some pictures online she and Enzo had very quickly booked one of the resorts there.
The past few days had been spent snorkelling on the Great Barrier reef, reclining on the deck of the sailboat they had hired, swimming in clear blue waters, and sampling some of the amazing food at the various restaurants dotted around the island.
She thanked her lucky stars that she technically couldn’t put on weight now that she was dead and all, so had absolutely no guilt about helping herself to a second or third plate of food at dinner time, washing it down with some wine.
“That it is.” She agrees quietly with Enzo, sipping at her bottle of water, watching clouds scud across the cornflower blue sky.
Someone whistles at them from the shore line, and she raises her hand in acknowledgement towards the skipper of their boat, sitting up and beginning to gather her belongings, shoving them back into the canvas beach bag she carried with her.
She dusts the sane off her as she and Enzo make their way over to the boat, ankle deep in the cool water before they’re being handed up onto the deck.
When she gets back to their room, she’s surprised to see an envelope addressed to her. She hadn’t given anyone an address while she’d been travelling, and so she approaches the envelope with a healthy dose of caution.
Picking it up between two fingers, she gingerly breaks the wax seal on the back, pulling out the parchment within and unfolding it quickly.
My brother is celebrating his birthday this year. Although I’m not particularly eager to see you anytime soon, I know that Nik would like it. Details are within.
She can’t help but cover her mouth, snorting with laughter as she hands the folded up piece of paper to Enzo to read.
“Rather direct, isn’t she?”
“Yes, that always has been her m.o.” She replies with another soft laugh, eyes scanning the contents of the invitation before tossing it onto the bed.
“So are you going to go?” Enzo questions curiously, leaning over to read the invitation as well.
“I don’t know. Maybe?” She answers it like a question, becuase to be honest she’s still not half sure herself.
Enzo raises an eyebrow at that.
“Maybe? That’s a complete 180 from last year when it was a flat out no. Could it be that your feelings towards the big bad hybrid have changed?”
She hits Enzo on the arm good naturedly.
“It’s not like that. It’ll just be… good to see him.” She trails off lamely, knowing that it’s a pathetic excuse if ever she’s heard one.
To be honest, she’d been thinking about Klaus a lot more lately. She hadn’t seen him in almost a decade, the last time being quite a memorable weekend they’d spent together in Tuscany, when they hadn’t done much more than have sex and drink wine from teh surrounding vineyards.
Most of the weekend had been spent in bed, Klaus determined to show her just how good they were with each other, which they were. Klaus continued to be the best sex of her lfie, and if the infuriating smile that he wore on his face every time he brought her to climax was anything to go by, he knew it as well.
But they both had other priorities. She was content to continue her nomadic lifestyle, discovering some of the far flung and forgotten corners of the world, Enzo in tow more often than not.
Klaus had settled into his life in New Orleans, ruling the city with an iron fist, his siblings still with him.
She’d never been. Setting foot into his city would be sending a message, that she was willing to entertain the idea of a forever with him. And she hadn’t been ready for that yet. But now…
“I can see that your mind has already been made up.” Enzo replies with a slow smile. “Are you sure?”
She just takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.
“I’m going to need a dress.”
The party below them is in full swing, members of the supernatural community mingling in the courtyard below them.
Kol leans on the balcony beside her, hair swept artfully away from his forehead, tuxedo clinging to the firm lines of his body. He sips at his drink, glancing at her for a moment.
“Did you even try to get him something this year?” He asks with a chuckle. “You’ve been surprisingly tight lipped this year sister.”
She smooths down the front of her black party dress, raising her own glass to her lips as she takes a drink.
“I tried something different this year. Apparently it didn’t work out.” She notes with a shrug, downing the rest of her drink and setting the now empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter.
Kol stares at her for a long moment, trying to figure out the meaning behind her words.
“Shame.” He pronounces with a shrug. “You’re usually much better at this. Did you order something online and it didnt’ arrive on time or something?”
She just smiles to herself, phone buzzing in her hand.
“Something like that.”
And then she thumbs into the message, reading the two words displayed across her screen.
The doorman of course, had been under strict instructions to keep an eye out for Caroline. He’d been provided with a picture of the baby vampire, one from her Mystic Falls days where she’d been polished and primped and wearing a ballgown.
All the same, Caroline Forbes was rather hard to miss, even dressed in plain clothes with her hair in disarray. She would know because she’d seen the girl in such a state during one memorable run in at the MIkaelson mansion in Mystic Falls.
It hadn’t taken a genius to know exactly why Caroline was doing the walk of shame at such an infernal hour of the morning. The younger girl had blushed, hair falling into her face as she had whispered a soft goodbye before letting herself out into the weak early morning light.
She had mentioned this as an aside to Kol, who had promptly teased Nik about it. Nik had snapped his neck and they hadn’t mentioned it since.
“Am I boring you?” Kol’s voice abruptly interrupts her train of thought, and she locks her phone, eyes flicking up towards her brother, who’s staring at her like she’s just grown a second head. “Where did you go just now?”
She just draws herself up to her full height, snagging another flute of champagne.
“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch brother.”
The doorman is staring at her strangely. She can’t imagine why, because she most certainly does not have lipstick on her teeth (she checked). The navy blue party dress that she’s wearing makes her tanned legs look a mile long, and accentuates the curves of her body.
Her hair, which she had spent a ridiculous amount of time on, was twisted into an elegant up do, and she was wearing a necklace that Klaus had gifted to her during their time in Tuscany.
The short of it was, she looked a million bucks.
“Caroline Forbes.” A voice drawls as she steps into the entrance of the courtyard.
Rebekah Mikaelson hasn’t changed a bit, that bored expression on her face ever present. She’s wearing a killer pair of Manolos and she can’t help but eye off the striking shoes with a bit of jealousy.
“Rebekah.” She finally answers, swallowing around the lump in her throat as Rebekah just smiles, pressing a drink into her hand.
“I didn’t think you were going to come.” Rebekah sips at her own drink as she turns, moving more towards the crowd of people, a few of whom eye them off with barely concealed curiosity. “You know, since I didn’t receive your RSVP or anything like that.”
“Sorry.” She replies to the older vampire, smoothing a hand over her hair. “I was undecided until quite recently. I did send word but apparently you didn’t get the message in time.”
“No matter.” Rebekah waves a hand dismissively. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”
Rebekah tilts her gaze upwards towards the balcony, and she follows the line of the Original’s gaze. Kol Mikaelson has a drink in her hand, and is gaping at her with his mouth hanging open rather unattractively.
Within split seconds his gaze lands on Rebekah, eyes narrowing as he raises his drink towards his sister in a toast for some reason.
“What was that about?” She asks Rebekah, who lifts one shoulder in an elegant shrug as the crowd clears momentarily and she spots Klaus from across the room.
He looks entirely at ease in this particular setting, his tuxedo clinging sharply to the lines of his broad shoulders, pants tailored to within an inch of their life. He’s got his head thrown back in laughter as he talks to another man, drink in hand and looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“What on earth has he done to his hair?” She hisses towards Rebekah in horror. “It looks atrocious.”
She sees Klaus stiffen at that, and curses his superior Hybrid hearing as his gaze suddenly lands on her, eyes dark.
It’s perhaps the first time that she’s seen him truly caught off guard, and she can’t help but raise her glass to her lips, not realising just how much liquid courage she’d need to fortify herself with for this particular encounter.
The crowd seems to part before Klaus as he moves towards her, Rebekah giving her a gentle nudge, encouraging her to meet him halfway.
If that wasn’t a metaphor for their relationship, she didn’t know what was.
Klaus stops before her, gaze indecipherable as he reaches out, traces a gentle hand along her cheekbone.
The weight of the curious gazes around her is heavy, and she can’t help but lean into his touch as he bends, taking her hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to it.
He straightens, and his smile is like the sun.
It feels strange, being on Klaus’ arm. For a moment, she can’t help but think that Klaus is showing her off, demonstrating his power.
Until he begins introducing her to people, a hand resting dangerously on her lower back, thumb rubbing circles into where her dress does not cover up the skin of her back.
He seems content to take a backseat in their conversation, instead observing silently as she exchanges greetings with various witches and werewolves and vampires.
She sips at her drink as someone else comes to greet Klaus, and it takes a moment for her to realise why this time is so different. Klaus isn’t treating her like an object. He never has, a byproduct of his thousand or so years of existence.
No. Klaus is treating her like an equal, and the thought of that sends a thrill down her spine. So when there’s a break in the conversation she twines an arm around his waist, pressing a quick kiss to his neck.
In response Klaus pulls her closer to him but doesn’t comment, carrying on his conversation effortlessly.
Hours later as the guests begin to filter out into the street, Klaus pulls her in close to her chest.
“What are you doing here Caroline?” He asks in a low voice, tone dangerous. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, of course I am.”
She meets his gaze confidently, hand drifting up his chest to fix the lapel of his dinner jacket.
“I’m here for you Klaus.” She tells him with a smile. “You remember that weekend in Tuscany, when you let me go without a word of protest?”
Klaus’ lips curl into a smirk.
“How could I forget Tuscany?”
“You didn’t push me. And I was grateful for that, even though I did know that you wouldn’t wait around forever for me. And when you kept your distance in the following years, I was grateful. But I also missed not having you around.”
Her eyes drop to the crisp lines of his shirt as her hands drift down towards his waist. His breath is hot against her cheek, and he’s gone unnaturally still as he waits to hear the next words out of her mouth.
“You offered me forever and I wasn’t ready then. But I am now.” She says softly, hands sliding up his chest, twining around his neck as his gaze darkens, mouth hanging open in surprise. “If you’ll still have me of course.
Klaus’ lips against hers is the only answer he provides, the only answer she needs. Klaus kisses her like he’s a starving man, like he’s been deprived of something for so long.
She’s scarcely less eager to return his embrace, missing the feeling of him, the familiar smell of him.
She doesn’t protest when Klaus picks her up in his arms, using his vamp speed to get the from the courtyard to what is undoubtedly his bedroom.
He’s got her pressed up against the closed door before she can even think about it, lips hot against the skin of her neck as he nips at her with a content sigh.
His jacket drops to the floor, and she helps him unbutton his shirt, no doubt in her mind as to the direction that this is heading.
Her hands roam over the skin of his chest, catalouging all the new scars that he’s acquired since she saw him last, hand pausing over a particularly nasty looking scar, no doubt caused by some sort of stabbing.
“You’ll have to tell me that story later.” She murmurs, tipping a finger under his chin and kissing him gently.
“Later.” Klaus agrees in a low voice, hands pausing at the seams of her dress.
She’s reversed their positions in an instant, Klaus pressed up against the door with a surprised look on his face.
“Don’t you dare rip this dress.” She hisses at him, knowing his proclivity for destroying her clothes when he’s in this sort of mood. “I like this one.”
His low chuckle curls around her, a warm feeling in the bottom of her stomach as he turns her gently by the shoulders, a hot open mouthed kiss pressed to the side of her neck.
His hands on the zipper are like fire as he pulls it down slowly, fingers brushing over the exposed skin of her back as he pushes the dress from her shoulders.
It pools at her feet, and she hears his breath hitch in his throat as he runs a gentle hand down her back.
“I’ve missed this.” Klaus murmurs to her, walking her backwards towards his bed, both of them kicking off their shoes, Klaus shucking his socks as they go.
He grips her by the hips, easily lifting her up and tossing her onto the mattress, a giggle escaping her lips as Klaus’s gaze darkens.
“Come here.” She beckons to him as Klaus crawls between her knees, covering her body with his as he takes her into his arms.
The feeling is unfamiliar and familiar all at once, Klaus’ erection pressing into her core as she tangles her lips with his.
A soft moan escapes her as Klaus’ lips scorch a hot trail down her throat, face nuzzling between the valley of her breasts, stubble scratching against her sensitive skin.
“Pants off.” She orders after a momentary pause, Klaus chuckling as he does her bidding.
“A little eager aren’t we?” He asks her with an infuriating smile as he hooks long fingers into the waistband of her panties.
“We’ve got ten years to make up for.” She just breathes, watching as his face softens, hand coming up to cup her cheek delicately as he lines up his body with hers, cock nudging gently at her entrance.
She can’t help but gasp at the feeling, heel nudging at his arse as he smiles down at her.
“We’ve got all the time in the world sweetheart.” He replies before pushing into her heat with one, smooth stroke.
She’s missed this, the feeling of being filled by him, and her eyes roll back into her head at just how good it is, at how good he is.
Klaus had learnt to read her body with an almost eerie sixth sense, and he puts all of his learned knowledge into practice as he sets a rhythm that has her unable to do much more than gasp and hold on for the ride.
Klaus rolls suddenly, reversing their positions as she sways above him, a little startled. Klaus just smiles, still hard inside her as he guides her arms around his broad shoulders, hands hot around her waist as he helps to lift her, guide her up and down.
She’s always loved this position with him, loved the power and the look of awe that always creeped across his face when he saw her like this.
She bends down to kiss him, rolling her hips in a gentle rhythm against his. Klaus’ hand traces down the front of her body, thumb pinpointing her clit with an unerring accuracy.
She shudders a little when he presses there, rhythm broken momentarily as she opens her mouth in a silent moan.
She can feel the tell tale build in her core, the ache becoming almost unbearable as she increases her rhythm, anchoring her hands on his shoulders as he begins to thrust up into her with a look of concentration on his face.
She falls apart in his arms, Klaus catching her, turning and pressing her down into the mattress as he continues to drive into her, the pleasure edging into pain at the sensitivity.
Klaus knows this though, gentles the movement of his hips until it curls low in her belly once more, building impossibly fast to her peak.
They come together this time, her name on his lips as he buries his face into her neck, feels the heat of him inside her.
She runs a hand through his sweat dampened hair, breathing slowly returning to normal as he pulls out and heads for the bathroom, returning in the next few moments with a damp cloth to wipe themselves down with.
When he’s done he pulls her into the circle of his arms, a content exhale as he props one arm under his head, staring up at the ceiling.
They don’t have to say much. They never do in moments like this. But she feels like she has to say this.
“I love you.” She whispers into the skin of his chest, Klaus stiffening momentarily around her before he’s pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand, eyes brimming with emotion.
He doesn’t say it back but that’s okay. She knows that he’s felt this way about her for a long time, and she’s not going to get hung up on her insecurities like she used to when it came to him.
The moment is perfect, and she wouldn’t change it for the world.
“I hope you’ve got space in your wardrobe for all my clothes.” She voices out loud suddenly, propping herself up on her elbow to face him.
Klaus’ burst of startled laughter is like music to her hears.
On the lower levels of the house, Rebekah Mikaelson pours herself a victory drink, Kol glowering on the lounge opposite her as the fire crackles merrily away in the hearth.
“Do you concede?” She asks of Kol, who just glares at her, cracking his knuckles a little threateningly.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: short filler. next one will pick the story up again. i’m feeling so uninspired with this story it really freaking sucks. :( but i’m trying my hardest to write as much as i can!
The reception was far more fun than you two thought it would be. You two took turns dancing with everyone and having money pinned on every inch of your body, to throwing your bouquet and having Bucky disappear under your dress to pull off your garter. You took pictures with your friends in the photo booth you and Bucky had decided to get and got cake smushed onto your face by Bucky.
The party ended at around 1AM and you were exhausted. You and Bucky sat in the chairs of the reception hall, watching friends and family gather up the gifts and take them out to the waiting cars.
Bucky brushed his nose against your cheek and you could smell the alcohol that oozed from his pores.
Over the weekend I was busy trying a bit of a different style for a piece I created for a new gallery show I am going to be part of. The Artist Guild is partnering up with a historic building in downtown Lockport and we will have an ongoing show in their 3rd floor gallery. Its a beautiful limestone building, first floor is a nice restaurant, second floor has small theater productions and the 3rd floor is a gallery space. We had a quick turn around to get art in for this one, but we don’t want to lose this opportunity. So I worked all weekend on this piece.
I was really, really inspired by some photos that @trekrider83 shared not so long ago from a place I had not heard of prior to that - called Pictured Rocks National Lake shore in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. The formations, the colors that appear on the rock from minerals, the amazing green blue of the clear waters - definitely a place I hope to visit someday.
So when I was trying to think of an inspiration for this piece i kept going back to photos I have seen of one formation called Petit Portal (or Lover’s Leap). And often you see folks kayaking in the photos. I thought the contrast of warm rocks and cool waters were stunning and I went with a very loose brushstroke look to this one. I am really happy with how it turned out.
I have to quickly come up for a name of this one - so if you have any suggestions I am all ears! Thanks!