KAI PARKER X READER
gets a lil’ steamy at the end ;)
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She sat in the middle of the Salvatore living room, a warm log fire crackling behind her and sending up flickering orange embers. She was in the middle of the lounge, legs folded over the plush carpet, head bent down in concentration, a thin layer of sweat gathering across her brow. She wore old and ripped black skinnes with a plain white tee, her hair tied up in a messy knot atop her head, strands sticking out here and there. A series of curse words tumbled off her pouted lips, her eyes fluttering open as she growled and grabbed the unlit candle in front of her before promptly sending it flying across the room and smashing into the wall. She breathed in the warm and woody scent of the open room, coming to her feet and narrowing her eyes as they landed on a concerned looking vampire.
“What do you want?” she snapped at Damon before blowing a piece of hair from her eyes.
His dark hair was messy, smoldering eyes avoiding hers, glass of bourbon in hand, as usual.
He pursed his lips, fingers fidgeting, obviously nervous as he responded, “I know you’ve been having some trouble getting your magic to work…”
“And?” she stood her ground, toes sinking into the fluffy carpet.
“I know I can’t really do anything to help you,” he started.
Her brilliantly bright eyes narrowed, and she bit at the inside of her cheek with worry, “you didn’t.”
“He can help you.”
Her heart dropped in her chest, anger flaring as she took three strides forward with her eyes locked on his shameful expression. Suddenly, the glass in Damon’s hand exploded, sending shards everywhere, and liquid pouring across his front. It sliced red into his skin, which healed itself at once, but didn’t wipe that shocked look off his face.
“You still want to tell me you have everything under control?” he growled under his breath.
She turned her back to him, eyes closing as she took in a deep breath, instant guilt settling in, hands running agitatedly through her hair.
“Look, Damon, I’m sor-” she turned back, eyes coming open and landing on someone who was most certainly not a Salvatore.
Kai was bent against the wooden door frame, arms folded across his chest, blue eyes drinking her up with a flick of his tongue against his rounded lips. He wore a dark tee with a bluish grey flannel, and it matched those eyes, she thought. His hair was perfectly smoothed up, eyebrows raised as a familiar smug expression settled across his infuriatingly perfect features.
“Kai,” she growled.
“Don’t sound so happy to see me,” he said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
“I’m not,” she insisted.
His eyes narrowed, and he smiled to himself, “mhm, sure.”
“I have this under control,” she said, eyes pulling away from his.
“Say it one more time, and you might actually believe yourself,” he chuckled with a couple steps forward.
She clenched her jaw, and it pulsated lightly as she did her best to keep grounded.
“Aw, did I make you mad?” he said, picking up on this as well as the flare of her cute little nostrils.
“Leave,” she breathed, refusing to look at him.
“No,” he responded, coming closer to her, only a few steps away now.
“LEAVE,” she demanded, the fire in the grate flaring up to twice it’s size as she said it, her anger flooding into her magic without ease.
Suddenly his hands were on hers, fingers locking gently around her wrists, the familiar buzz of magic from his skin sending electrical currents into hers. As he held her, he worked her through the rush, and the fire slowly sunk down, resuming it’s natural glow and flicker after only a second. She took in a raspy breath, eyes opening again to meet Kai’s, her body going into overdrive from the close contact.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, gulping down the lump in her throat.
His lips twitched lightly before splitting into his familiar and goofy grin, “your emotions,” he smiled, dimples lighting his cheeks.
“What about them?” she asked, aware that his hands were still resting against her flesh.
“They’re all over the place,” he said. “That’s why your magic has been all over the place. Your emotions make you have this lack of focus that either results in you doing too little or doing too much.”
“Oh,” she said with disbelief.
He shook his head and dropped her wrists with a chuckle, “you can’t stand when I’m right.”
Kai waved his hands, and the broken candle reformed and zoomed back into place on the carpet, still flameless. The girl sunk onto her knees to sit on the carpet, and Kai towered over her and walked circles around her like predator after prey.
“Light it,” he commanded.
She shot a glare up at the heretic, who only winked in response. Sighing with exasperation, she focused back on the candle, mind buzzing as she urged a flame to appear, feeling more hopeless by the second when it remained stagnant. She bit her tongue, trying again and taking a sharp breath in when absolutely nothing happened.
“That’s what I thought,” Kai said, stooping down to her level.
“Going to mock me?” she hissed.
“No,” he blinked in surprise, sounding genuinely honest.
She didn’t say anything, she only pursed her lips and gave a small nod.
“Relax,” he encouraged softly, “don’t work yourself so hard.”
Kai trailed a finger in the air, and as he did so her hair came undone and went spilling in loose waves across her shoulders. Then he traced a little swirling motion with his slender fingers, which caused her shoulders to settle and body to ease into relaxation. The pressure on her chest seemed to lift, the heat inside of her dissipating. He nodded, approving of his work and smiling at her adorable and confused expression.
“Good,” he said, moving around to come behind her.
Kai got on his knees behind her, the tiniest of gaps between their bodies as he sunk into her back, hands wrapping around her body from behind and sliding up her arms, cool silver rings grazing her skin as his fingertips drew gently to her palms.
“Close your eyes,” he breathed soothingly, “and try again.”
So she did. Her eyes closed, fingers separating as she took in a deep breath. But as she did so, Kai’s overpowering scent entered her lungs, and her mind instantly went into a haze as she drowned in the smell of pine trees and dark spices. His soft flannel wrapped around her as he did, and she couldn’t help but find herself wanting to bury her face into the cozy fabric that pressed into her. Worst of all was that feeling of his chest pressing hard into her back, his heart thumping softly as his breath came trickling across her skin.
“Y/N?” he asked, giving her wrists a gentle squeeze. “What’s wrong?”
She tried with all her might to ignore Kai and get the flame to spark, but it wouldn’t budge.
“I’m having trouble…focusing,” she mumbled under her breath, eyes closing as she gave another attempt.
She could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he responded, “why’s that?”
She tried to formulate a clever response, but was met with nothing, so chose to ignore him. She shook her head, eyes narrowing as she embraced Kai’s closeness rather than getting distracted by it, and just like that-
“Impressive,” he smiled.
A flame burst to life, flickering gold and red and dancing side to side.
She let out a happy little giggle, “it worked!”
“See? Your emotions,” Kai persisted.
“Or I just figured it out,” she said to the candle, fully aware that Kai was still wrapped around her.
“Magic is driven by emotion, little witch,” he purred softly into her ear, “and if you don’t believe it when I say it, maybe you will when you feel it.”
Kai’s voice had dropped low, and her eyes latched to his momentarily, her head turning to the side as his eyes darkened. The heretic pushed his hands further down, so that his fingers now came lacing through her own, his magnificent blue eyes darting between her own eyes and lips. He bent in closer, force fully pressed into her backside as he breathed across her skin.
“It can be driven by joy, anger, sadness, and even…” he trailed off.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, heart hammering as he dipped his lips inwards.
“Desire,” he finished.
He let her make the decision, which she didn’t think for two seconds about before delving into his lips. Her mouth came crashing against his, a new wildfire starting, but this one inside of her body. Kai squeezed her hands as he rocked his hips lightly into her backside, earning a soft noise of approval from her. He liked the sound a lot, he wanted to hear it again, he thought. Their lips worked in sync, fast and hungry, but this position not being enough for her, she flipped the heretic onto his back and climbed over his chest, straddling him as she shook her hair back and brought her hands sliding across his chest. His hands went flying up, cold rings to her flesh as he went about seizing her head and forcing her back down to his lips, her own hands finding their way into his brown locks. Each brush of their flesh sent a wave of ecstasy like magic into each other’s bloodstream, the need to taste and feel it all rising in their chests. She rolled her hips softly against him, causing Kai’s mouth to fall open, at which point her tongue found it’s way into his mouth. Kai growled with hunger, mouths refusing to part as they both kissed until they had no breath left, each waiting to see if they could hold out longer than the other. His hands went sliding around her thighs and squeezing them roughly, about to hook into them when the two were suddenly aware of a burning sensation. A huge ring of fire had erupted from the candle alone, the magic bursting out from her because of her hunger and lust being all over the place, and it now swarmed their bodies, engulfing the carpet and crawling closer. The girl cursed, having no idea what to do as she stared at the fire with panic, but then she felt Kai’s slender fingers trail across her cheek, and she looked back down at him. He signalled to take a deep breath with him, so she did, closing her eyes and focusing on him, opening them soon after to a fire-less room. Kai blinked up at her with admiration, a proud smirk forming on his lips, blue eyes crinkling with knowing.