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Wedding Night

The Wedding Night Meme
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The wedding bells have rung - or the correct sacrifices have been made, depending on your culture. Whatever the case may be, you're married now, and the night is yours. However, there is one expectation on you: it's time to consummate the marriage.

Whether you're in love, in this marriage because it was arranged, or absolutely in hate with your new spouse, you're with them now. Have you two been intimate before this, or is your first time...with them or first time period? Do you know what you want and are you full of lust, or do you have no clue what's going on? Maybe you even have to seduce your partner who wants nothing to do with this!

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[ Niklaus is chaos. He's done nothing, but cause fear and terror in those around him since having to see his daughter taken away. Hiding her like a damned secret. Telling the world around him she died at birth because of the oh so charming circumstances that surrounded her. Witches. Ghosts. Trouble. He had to hand her over to Rebekah and hope that she could keep his daughter safe. He needed her to do exactly that. To watch over her and tear anyone limb from limb that dared laid a finger on her. Klaus needed to make it safe for her return, but really all he's done is cause more waves. His diplomacy has never been very good. Elijah always had the better feel for such matters. It's probably why this was mainly his doing. His idea.

New Orleans is a swamp filled of monsters made by Klaus through the ages. Nothing about it is truly safe. It's why when he meets with Rebekah he does so outside of the town and away from any potential prying eyes. Purgatory is where they agree upon. A place that Niklaus almost immediately detests. Rebekah and her ever growing desire to be more than what she is finds it cute and quaint. His sister always did have an odd sense of taste. But he's ecstatic because he gets to see his daughter so he overlooks everything. Why not? Klaus' lack of tact becomes a problem though. A severe problem.

Wynonna Earp is an exhausting woman. He arrives a day ahead of Rebekah and has time to kill. The bar he finds her in is exactly what he imagined for this town. She reminds him quite a bit of Hayley in the way she speaks to him. Absolutely zero fear. Not that she would think to have any. She doesn't know him. The name Niklaus Mikaelson would mean very little. He doesn't give his full name though. Not here. Instead he occupies his evening with her and drink. He really ought to hold some sort of screening for the women he sleeps with because he seems to stumble into the wrong arms consistently. Perhaps the loss of his friendship with Camille as well drove him there. Fixing gaping emotional wounds with bandaids.

Everything that follows is simply what Mikaelson's do best. Chaos. When Elijah arrives it's all he can do to keep Wynonna and her rag tag group from trying to end him and Rebekah. Mostly him. Rebekah did her very best to play peacekeeper, but Elijah has always done it better. Rational thinking is their brother's forte. She's chosen. She's powerful. In his brother's words she's a potential ally that he should keep closer rather than drive a wedge between with his "charming personality". Niklaus Mikaelson must continue to play the part of the monstrous man who lost his child. Not to mention the alliance this could give birth to in the future for both Earp and Mikaelson. The safety that it could bring to both homes that perhaps are lacking in it. How his brother talks them into such a righteous proposal is beyond him, but it takes quite a bit of nudging for Niklaus to agree. It's simply a binding of two powerhouses.

It's a small and quaint ceremony. Not a Mikaelson one. They're saving that for New Orleans. Hayley is all too happy to see Klaus become some other woman's problem. Elijah finds it all very hilarious as does Rebekah. Marcel makes the journey just to make jokes and he's gone as soon as it's finished. Rebekah returns to the shadows with Hope in tow. Elijah escorts Hayley out of town and that leaves Niklaus alone in Purgatory. Wonderful. ]

When your issue is dealt with I have no doubt you'll vastly prefer New Orleans.

[ This is not what she had in mind when a truce was floated between their families — but honestly, his is such a goddamn headache that part of her wants to agree solely so they all put Purgatory in their rearview mirrors and never look back. This also isn't what she had in mind the first time they'd slept together, which she'd initially chalked up to the need for just a good distraction, falling into bed with someone when she's had a little too much to drink so she can just check out from her life altogether, so she doesn't have to think about everything that she still has weighing over her. So she doesn't have to dwell in all the ways she's failed her daughter by struggling to break the curse that hangs over the Earp family.

Part of her wonders, however briefly, if doing this will make it easier for her to find the answers she's been looking for. They're an old family with a lot of connections and she could always make use of them for her own purposes; Waverly's practically been losing her mind at the research possibilities, especially once Elijah promised her she'd have use of their library in New Orleans whenever she found herself in the area.

But eventually, it's down to the two of them and the elephant in the room, aka the honking ring on her finger that she still feels weird wearing, evidenced by how she continues to fidget with it by twisting it restlessly around and around — and then he says that and her eyebrows pop up instantly. ]

My... issue. And what issue would that be, exactly? 'Cause in case you haven't noticed, I'm a walking subscription over here. There's usually more than one issue involved. [ Is she already cursing herself a little for falling into bed with him in the first place? Definitely. Is looking at him now failing to remind her of all the reasons why she shouldn't just do it again? Maybe. ]

[ Barn chic isn't exactly Niklaus' aesthetic when it comes to home decorating. Then again he usually compels someone to do his decorating or takes something that's furnished to his liking. Like the Abattoir. This home is certainly not that. Perhaps though he's just feeling the distance from his home he fought Marcel so hard for. The very thing that was taken from him when his father made them run many moons ago. What Marcel took over in his absence. Elijah assures him though he will continue to frighten those in the French Quarter in his honor while he's away. There's also the distance between him and Hope which still hangs around his neck like an albatross. He promised Hayley he would make it safe for her. This apparently will get him one step closer to accomplishing that task.

Klaus finds himself a seat on a sofa and settles back with a very amused expression plastered across his face. She has that fire. There's a reason Hayley found it so damned amusing that Klaus was marrying her. It was because he was marrying someone with a mouth just as big as her own. Which Klaus seems to let himself be drawn to. Women who have absolutely no problem putting him in his place verbally or spitting back when he tries to get insulting. Wynonna is exactly that. Which is why he fell into bed with her upon his first night here. Something he thought would be a one time thing has now become more solid. ]

Well, as it turns out I'm a very avid reader, dear. [ He's going to be a bloody terrible husband. He's almost certain of that. His compromise skills have always been suspect. Klaus very rarely bends to others will or anything for that matter. He pushes back until blood is spilled. He can't do that here. ] Do you happen to have a headcount of how many of these revenants are still running loose? [ He steeples his fingers. ] One thing you'll learn of me. I'm very good at getting my way. As that we are now married it means your way is now my way. Meaning I will move mountains to make sure things are done for what you require.

[ It’s almost infuriating, how he just proceeds to make himself comfortable here, in the homestead, like he doesn’t have a care in the world about what they’ve just done. Meanwhile, her thoughts are spiraling, because they’re hours out from a wedding she never foresaw herself being in and she’s got the weight of a diamond on her finger — something she’d never plan on wearing but one he’d almost insisted on. Of course she’d made him promise to wear a ring of his own just to be stubborn. If she has to go through with this whole marriage thing, so does he, including all the trappings that come with it.

Now, if all possible times, is probably the only time she should be considering sleeping with him again. They’re not going to get much resembling a honeymoon and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t always enjoyed herself with him; that quiet intensity in his gaze now is the same trait he applies to everything, and she means everything, including his skills in the bedroom. But rather than immediately sit herself down on the couch next to him, she stays standing, hands dropping to her hips in anticipation of another clash of wills. ]

What? I mean, sure, Waves probably knows, but — [ And then he says that, something that could almost be considered goddamn romantic, and she blinks over at him a few times like she’s not completely sure she’s heard him right before chuckling in disbelief. ] Okay, but you know it’s not gonna be that simple, right? What, you think you can just wave your hand and suddenly all the rev-heads around here are just gonna go poof? Until the demon who laid down the curse gets K.O.’d permanently or I introduce all of ‘em to Peacemaker, I’m not going anywhere.

[ That's the thing with Klaus though. Sometimes he'll say things and for a moment they come off as romantic. They are indeed true though. Usually. He's lived a long time and he's figured it out by now that romance is more often found in actions. His brother is all about words, but Klaus always been about action. It's often a problem because he'll act before thinking. That means there will be a body count. Not comforting. But he does mean what he says. He'll tear a hole through every single revenant he has to help with her curse. He'll rip the demon limb from limb if he must. She's a means to an end right?

He takes note of her refusing to sit just yet. She's instead standing before him. He doesn't need to force her to join him. She'll come around on her own time. More often than not people do eventually warm up to Niklaus Mikaelson. Something they never seem to see coming. He looks far too amused by everything she's explaining. It's an interesting curse. He's no stranger to curses. He'd lived under one his entire life. Technically what their mother had done to them was a curse. Well, a curse to some of his siblings. Klaus had never seen it that way. It was power. ]

They can't leave this charming town correct? [ He drapes one arm along the back of the couch and the other rests on the arm of it. ] I thought perhaps I'd hold them down and you'd introduce them to that darling gun of yours. [ He shrugs his shoulders. ] It helps to have a husband who can't be killed at your side, love. Those pesky rev-heads have never seen the power of a hybrid. I'll happily show them.

[ Honestly, she'd rather if he was going to make some grand, romantic gesture, he didn't just end up being all talk and no action — because words are usually just something people use to bullshit you, convince you they've got your back long enough to act their own best interest, and she's been screwed over enough times to know better than to take anyone at their word.

But the weird thing is she almost wants to believe Klaus when he says he'll use his power to help her out with her little demon sitch, because it's a solve that helps him out too. The sooner he deals with her problem, the sooner they can leave Purgatory, but that's going to have to be an entirely separate conversation because now that she's been back in her hometown as long as she has, cutting and running isn't as simple a decision as it sounds. ]

Well... no. Technically not. That whole Ghost River Triangle dealio. They try to cross the boundary and they go all crispy. [ She's gently rubbing her thumb against the underside of her ring finger, against the band, and once she realizes what she's doing she awkwardly shifts to crossing her arms over her chest instead, an obvious defensive posture that counters his casual draping across the couch. And she's not even going to give any indication that the accent is doing anything for her. Nope. Not happening. ] I guess I could use the extra pair of hands, so. Yeah. Okay. Fine. I mean, you know what they say about the couple that slays together.

[ His brother loves to "give his word". A man of honor. Or so he'd like people to believe. He's seen his brother dance around his word and break it. He's seen him twist things and use them to make what he desires happen. He dresses his barbaric actions up in three piece suits and niceties. They're all just window dressing. He does wonder how many in Wynonna's little group were swayed by the great Elijah Mikaelson. The man of fake peace. They've solve a great number of their issues, but Klaus knows his brother better than most. Just like they know him as well. Over a thousand years gives you time to learn. To anticipate. He is curious if they tried to convince Elijah to be the one to be the one to marry. The civil brother.

Klaus is the greatest ally to have when you serve his purpose as well. He'll move Heaven and Hell just to make something happen to get you over the finish line. Right now he's even more motivated than usual. He's after peace for his daughter. He wants safety for his family. Which means he will bend over backwards to rid this town of the problem they've experienced for years. Curses are meant to be broken in his opinion. Squashed like bugs. He fully intends to get rid of Wynonna's even if he has to journey to Hell itself. If he got truly antsy he could always try to bring about Bonnie. Though she very rarely helps him without trying to kill him as well. Mostly Klaus' fault. ]

They indulge in energetic post murdering shagging? [ Another grin. Klaus pushes up from the couch finally and runs his thumb over the band of the wedding ring that is on his left hand. It's not a strange sensation really. Before he broke his curse he wore a daylight ring on his right hand. He's gotten rid of it since then. As a hybrid he no longer worries about the sun, but this wedding band is an entirely different burden. Or just a worry. Having something on his hand once more is odd. ] I imagine they'll be quite surprised--[ His eyes adopt a golden hue as the black veins extend from his eye sockets. ]--to find your husband is not quite what he seems.

[ Oh, she'd taken one look at the older Mikaelson and known right from the start that he was either going to drive her crazy enough to kill him or just drive her crazy; of course, that was already after she'd had her first run-in with the younger brother, gotten herself wrapped up in him before she'd fully realized what kind of familial issues would eventually come knocking on her door. Whatever brand of complicated she thought the Earps were, it was nothing compared to what she'd even gotten wind of in her brief time mingling with Klaus' siblings — her in-laws, now, come to think of it.

God, her entire life has just gotten incessantly more complicated and yet here he is, standing in front of her now that he's pushed himself up to stand in front of her, that grin of his prompting a soft exhale of irritation from her that she's trying to hold onto even while he's basically swearing to get rid of her biggest problem. Her first instinct is to tell him that this is her battle to fight, to take on, but she'd be nuts to refuse his help and they both know it.

In response, she attempts to muster a glare, but the corners of her mouth are twitching into a smile before she can fully stop it and she quickly averts her gaze to try and hide it altogether, idly sweeping some of her hair back to tuck it behind her ear. The problem is she knows how good they can be on that level, when there's a lot less between them in the way of clothes and she knows she can go as hard as she wants to without potentially hurting him. And now she's starting to question if she just has a thing for immortals. ] I think they'll just be shocked to hear the word husband, period. Might be enough to make them crawl back to Hell all on their own. [ It's still not anything she's used to saying herself, and there's a brief moment of vulnerability in her eyes as she peers to him, a silent what the hell have we gotten ourselves into. ]

[ He supposes as marriages go this could be worse. There is a part of himself that wondered how his mother could have possibly loved his father. The man was a monster no matter what. His mother wasn't any better towards the end, but he didn't deserve her. He deserved nothing, but pain for what he put his children through. In terms of how marriages go he didn't have the best teachers. His parents stopping caring for one another after she cursed them. Probably long before. Marrying for a purpose seems a purer intent to Niklaus than something as flexible and easily lost as love. Love could be manipulated and used against you. It was broken with minimal effort sometimes. This however? Marrying to benefit both parties? Far better in his eyes.

Once things do settle she can look forward to is Rebekah inserting herself into her life. She'd always wanted a sister that she could be close to. She'd been surrounded by boys all throughout their childhood. If things became safe for Hope to return then perhaps his sister would come as well. He had given her the freedom she desired, but he knew her. She would come back to them. Especially now that Niklaus was sporting a "semi-human" wife. The jury was still out about what sort of mojo she had working within her. He would eventually prepare Wynonna for the whirlwind that would become his little sister.

Klaus looks incredibly pleased with himself when she makes a point of averting her gaze when she's on the verge of smiling. He doesn't speak upon this little moment. He instead lets it die between them as she collects herself. Trying to maintain the carefully crafted mask of borderline belligerent indifference. It's incredibly charming. His arms go behind his back and his hands clasp together as his eyes return to their regular hue. He rocks back and forth for a moment as he thinks upon all of this. It seems they're both not the type to become spouses. Why wouldn't anyone not want to spend their life with them? ] I'm not sure why. Your foul mouth is adorable. Who wouldn't want to spend eternity with that? [ They're clearly keepers. ] Don't worry. I promise to never be boring at least.

[ She doesn't have to look very far either on her only family tree to find an example of a marriage she never wanted to have, even if she'd been able to pursue it in the traditional way; between an absentee mother who had never been fully happy trapped in their small hometown and a father half in the bottle on his best day and dead at his worst, she'd always looked at marriage as a means to a literal end, something she would never allow herself to get tied up in. Maybe that's why she keeps fiddling with the ring around her finger, a small weight she's not completely used to.

The initial reaction from the Earp side of the equation had been a little more cautious, more tentative at the start; she doesn't blame Waverly one bit for being wary around the family that's now become her in-laws, although Wynonna has to look around at the motley crew they've assembled for themselves, vampires and half-angels and hybrids and whatever this curse gives her that makes her slightly more than human, and almost laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Of course she wouldn't marry into a normal family. Of course the person she links herself to would be yet another seemingly ageless dude.

And the moment she allows herself to release some of the tension that's been arranging itself in her chest since they exchanged vows a few hours ago, she feels it, that energy that seems to exist between them, making her feel that much more inclined to close some of that remaining distance and press her lips against the pleased smirk he's wearing. But she's more than capable of repressing that instinct and when he clasps his hands behind his back she draws in a breath like she's taking advantage of the moment passing to collect herself, too. His comment about her proclivity for swearing prompts another brief pull of her face into a pretend glare, though. ] That's one word for it. [ God, he's so smooth sometimes it's infuriating. ] Good, 'cause the first whiff I get of being completely and totally bored out of my gourd, I'm pretty sure that could be grounds for d-i-v-o-r-c-e. [ She's joking, obviously, but she almost floats it between them to see how he reacts. ]

[ How do you make a marriage, when the people who teach you how are the worst ones to look to? It's been a thousand years and he's certain he hasn't seen a functional marriage yet. Secrets have a nasty habit of breaching those vows and they take root in your soul. Suddenly you drift and the secrets become a bloody chasm that keep you apart. In all his time walking the Earth he's not seen relationships work. Even his brother's love for Katherine once upon a time was tainted and misguided. Dark truths about her personality have kept them apart. Now Elijah is attached to the mother of his child. More than attached Klaus would say. His brother is quite the romantic when it comes to women he cannot have. Yet another terrible example for this new adventure he's on.

Caution is wise to have when dealing with Mikaelsons. Their name carries a great weight in their world, but it also lures the opportunistic fools from the shadows. The ones who believe they can take their power or put them in the ground to change their own station in life. Not that Klaus hates motivated individuals, but coming after his family is a death sentence. Always. At this point the Earps are apart of his family. Which means that if they call they will get the full brutal power of the Mikaelson siblings. They might even get a very angry hybrid mother as well. It depends on Hayley's mood really. ]

You won't be divorcing me, love. [ He lets his hands drop to his sides and lifts one to brush a finger under her chin. ] You will be a busy little bee with me at your side. [ His thumb strokes over her cheek. ] In the bed. [ He lifts his other hand to cup the other side of her face. His head tilts down to press his forehead to hers. Another smile breaking out across his face right now. ] Outside of the bed. When we're not dealing with your revenant problem I plan to keep you thoroughly distracted. Divorce will be the last thing you'll think of.

[ Neither of them is any under illusions that this is going to look anything like a traditional marriage; she'd been adamant from the beginning that she wasn't about to change her name, and no one was more surprised about that than she was. As complicated as her relationship with being an Earp has been throughout her entire life, as reluctant as she was to ever come back to Purgatory in the first place knowing what it would likely mean as soon as she set foot in Ghost River Triangle territory, she's come around to a weird acceptance about it now — and this curse is hers to break so that the daughter she's kept safe and sound away from this town, whereabouts unknown, will never have to inherit it.

Maybe she's indicated as much to Klaus before, in those moments when she's half in the bottle and feeling a weird need to be vulnerable before finally shoving it all down to climb on top of him instead. Maybe she knows how much he gets it, being separated from a daughter he clearly wants to protect. Maybe that part of her had finally been the one that had agreed to this whole marriage deal because out of everyone in his damn family, they're the ones that actually have the most in common after all.

She rolls her eyes good-naturedly, but it means she isn't paying attention and the slip of his finger beneath her chin, the light sweep of his thumb over her cheek, catches her off-guard and her soft intake of breath only precedes him gently cupping her face between both hands before she has the ability to fully prepare herself for it. Yeah, she doesn't really need the reminder of how good they are when it comes to that but she's not exactly complaining about the way he's initiating it, gaze dropping down between them rather than meeting his right away, even as a smile quirks up one side of her mouth. ] Oh, yeah? You know, I don't see any of them around right now.

[ That last name of hers is certainly an interesting one. Niklaus had been alive in the time period of Wyatt Earp. He can honestly say he'd never met the man. Klaus wasn't exactly slumming it in these sorts of places at that point. He had other things going on. He was living in New Orleans in the 1800s. He had found his home back then. The home that was stripped away from him later in 1919 when his father arrived keen on killing him and his siblings. But to ask her to give up a name such as that which echoed through history would have been wrong of him. No matter the weight that Mikaelson carried. Being a Mikaelson made him a victim of his father. For as difficult as names can be they mean something. They give you an origin that you could desperately need.

It's something he finds comforting about her. They're both separated from the thing that makes them feel the most human. Their daughter. Two separate little girls more than likely destined for great things. Trying to hard to keep them safe in a world that would see them killed. Hope is the humanity that lives within Klaus. The goodness that so very rarely sees the light of day. He connects with Wynonna more than he initially realized upon their first evening together. So much more lurked beneath the surface for the both of them. Needing to get back what they wanted.

That gaze of hers drops and Klaus does indeed echo that smile she manages. Though his is just a touch bigger. She would walk through the fires for those, but she won't hold his gaze. It's almost adorable. ] There aren't are there? [ Klaus makes a big show of leaning back to look around the room. ] Perhaps you should hold tight, love. [ The benefit of now being married to an original Hybrid is that they come with lovely perks. Klaus uses his speed and strength to scoop her up into his arms quickly. He moves up her stairs and right outside the threshold of her bedroom. ] I didn't carry you over the one into the house, but I figure this can make up for that. [ He steps into her room with her in his arms. ]

[ They'd only had to have the conversation about it once, and she hadn't necessarily expected him to fight her on it, but she hadn't anticipated that he'd agree so quickly; instead, she'd made it plain that she wasn't about to give up the Earp name and he'd accepted it without any attempts to convince her otherwise. The irony is that it's a name she always tried to downplay for her own sake, not wanting any of the baggage that came with it, and eventually she'd inherited all of it anyway whether she wanted it or not. Now, though, she's got the power of her family behind her just like he does, and she thinks he can understand that.

The truth is she thinks he can understand a lot about her, much more than he'd let on at first, and they have futures to fight for, both of them together; it might take even less time to get back what they're both missing out on, the sacrifices they're making by keeping their daughters far away from danger, now that they've aligned with each other. She hadn't been doing it alone before, but she's not going to say no to more help here.

She still remembers the first time he'd surprised her, revealing himself to be more than a man, and she's left somewhat breathless by both the strength and speed he exhibits as he plucks her up off her feet and zooms them both up the main staircase and down the hall, walking through the doorway into her room. Reflexively, she's thrown her arms around his neck even though she knows he's not about to drop her, eyes wide and expression half-breathless as her equilibrium finally rights itself. ] Holy shit, warn a girl before you do something like that. [ She's still breathing a little harder as she looks at him, and while he's still got her in his arms she's going to veer in and kiss him decisively, cupping his face between her hands. ] Can't have a wedding without a wedding night, huh?

[ It's one of the great perils of dating a man like Klaus Mikaelson. An original hybrid is nothing to sneeze at. Unfortunately for him both parts of him make his emotions a whirlwind. Everything is heightened. It's all pushed to the very edge. Love. Loss. Betrayal. Paranoia. It runs deep within Klaus. Something he will have to work hard to curb with her and her family. He's alone here. His family retreated to New Orleans. Elijah would look after things for him with Hayley as well. His sister would keep Hope safe in an undisclosed location. For as indestructible as Klauus is he certainly made himself vulnerable staying here alone. No one to truly watch his back within this new group. there will indeed be growing pains, but those often come with Klaus Mikaelson alliances. Unintentional consequences.

He does love the look on her face when she recovers from his quick movements with her in his arms. ] I did tell you to hold on tightly. [ Which he had hoped was a good enough indicator. Klaus' patience has never been his strong suit. That's Elijah's game. Klaus tends to make things happen when he wants. She doesn't hop down and sass him anymore. Which is what he ultimately expects with Wynonna most days. Instead she takes his face in her hands and kisses him. Klaus leans into it and is about to take his first step in the direction of the bed when she speaks. He pulls back to look at her better. ]

Wedding night. Wedding day. Wedding week. [ He smiles and finally moves her deeper into the room, but he doesn't go to the bed. Instead Klaus drops her on the dresser. He tilts his head. ] I assure you that you'll be singing this union's praises eventually. Quite loudly I hope. [ Klaus kicks out of the dress shoes he was wearing prior to this change of scenery. ] Might I say that your wedding dress--[ It's not traditional, but it's still lovely. ]--is very lovely. I did think about what was underneath it often.

[ What sets her off sometimes doesn't exist on as much of a hair trigger as his does, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist at all; she can be hotheaded, impulsive, lose her temper more often than not, and that can lead to her getting into trouble. Maybe it means less trouble now with him at her side, this unanticipated alliance they've forged by binding themselves together. She's under no illusions that they're not going to have rough days; in fact, she'd be surprised if they even made it through tonight without snapping at each other, but they're definitely doing their best to sidestep that here and now. ]

Okay, sure, you warned me. [ She's still planning to sass him; that part hasn't changed, even as she cups his face between her hands and guides him into her for a kiss she knows he can handle without dropping her soundly on her ass. But by the time he crosses the room in a different direction than she's anticipating, plopping her down on the hard surface of the dresser and stepping between the reflexive spread of her knees, she's reaching for the top buttons on his dress shirt, trying to make some work of them. ]

Oh, that's what you think? [ But there's a smirk on her lips anyway, and she knows the high cut of her knee-length dress is already skimming a little higher up her thighs when she spreads her legs wider, gaze dropping down to the space between them. ] Why don't you dive in and find out for yourself? [ Granted, it's no more than the usual thong she wears to avoid the inconvenience of any lines beneath a dress this tight, but as she slips a hand up his chest to cup the back of his neck, it's probably more than evident how she wants him to investigate her panty sitch. ]

[ Very quick hands that one. He does make him just a tad bit eager to see her with that brilliant gun of hers. He's never been overly fond of firearms. They feel just a tad bit cheap. Blades much such a nicer statement. In her case the gun is a necessity. Part of the curse. He would like to see her quick draw on one of those revenants he's heard so much about. He's yet to actually look one in the eye, but he knows they won't enjoy meeting Niklaus. Slow deaths are something Klaus favors over the quick and clean kills his brother likes. Though is snatching hearts from chests a very clean kill? It's quick. For the most part. He's also very fond of neck snapping. Klaus prefers to make it last. Make them rue the bloody day.

But there's no more time to think of those nimble fingers working his buttons open. Especially when he's granted such a lovely view of thighs becoming more bare by the moment. The dress slips higher and higher. He's very distracted by the exposed thigh that's being shown to him. Soft skin for someone so damn obstinate. You'd almost expect leather just because. Her suggestion has his brow cocking and the grip on the back of his neck indicates how she wants him to be investigating. She's keeping him up here for the moment and Klaus is so very happy to oblige right now.

His hand disappears under the fabric of that dress and skirts up the top of her thigh. He stops at her hip and feels the material. He feels along the material with a smile before his hand sweeps over her belly and downward. She did tell him to find out for himself. His fingertips graze over her pubic bone and down the stretch of fabric between her thighs. His gaze finds hers and he shows faux shock with smile. ] You are a naughty little minx, aren't you? [ He hooks a finger around the fabric and snaps it against her with a wiggle of his brows. ] I'm afraid I'll need to take a closer look to fully satisfy my curiosity.

[ So much of this feels out of her comfort zone; when given the first choice between a dress and a pair of jeans, she'd take the latter option any day of the damn week, but showing up to what essentially amounted to the first and probably only wedding she'd ever have rocking denim felt a little out-of-place, and she'd be lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed the brief flicker of something in Klaus's eyes when he'd seen her in this dress for the first time.

It's the same look he's wearing now, like he doesn't necessarily want to bother with something as inconvenient as a zipper in removing every single piece of clothing from her and proceeding to devour her from the inside out. She's never afraid when she sees the hunger in his gaze, because she knows it's a very specific kind reserved for something like this, when he's venturing confident fingers beneath the rising hem of her dress for his touch to skate over her thighs, prompting her to hook teeth into her lip to stifle a soft intake of breath. He's warm, warmer than she'd expect for someone of his kind, but she figures that has everything to do with him being a hybrid, that werewolf side coming to the forefront. ]

Like you don't know who you — married. [ Her hips jut forward on reflex when he hooks a finger beneath the lace of her underwear and then draws it back, creating just enough tension so that she feels the light sting of the fabric when it releases to snap against her hip; her hand tightens its hold on the nape of his neck and she curves forward, drifting toward the edge of the dresser, realizing how she looks with her thighs spread open for whatever he decides to give her in the moment — but when he suggests getting a closer look. ] You should... definitely, definitely do that.

[ She's contradictions wrapped up in that skin of hers. Beauty and soft edges, but if you look closer there's sharp edges and a darkness that lurks just around the corners. You can't do the things they do and not have some. She's doing something that's been deemed a life saving action. But even that eats away at you. Klaus has had over a thousand years to know when darkness starts. He believes his crept in the day his father struck him for the very first time. An anger that was so raw and so powerful. Every ounce of his rage came pouring out in the murder of his mother. But even darkness finds a bit of light doesn't it? It can't escape it. She's sugar and spice and everything nice. Klaus knows she'd also hunt for a way to kill him if he crossed her. It only makes him appreciate her more.

Most vampires do indeed drink coffee to give the illusion of warmth to their skin. Klaus has never had to worry about those pesky vampire issues with his hybrid nature fully unleashed now. She's in for a whole collection of surprising things. He is aware of who he married though. He knows for a fact she would have grown tired of Elijah if he had taken Klaus' place. He's impressive at first, but once you know how brother you see the boredom. Plus if he had insisted it be Elijah then Hayley absolutely would have have tried to have his head. He's certain of that. Still he wouldn't have lasted a day with Wynonna. ]

It would be my pleasure, love.

[ Klaus leans forward and crouches a bit. It's not like he can drop to his knees and have easy access. She's on a dresser. He could move her, but he doesn't want to. Not yet anyways. But he picks up the dress skirts and under he goes. Disappearing from sight. The scent in here hits Klaus hard. The arousal wraps around him like snake coiling around it's prey. He shuts his eyes for a moment and allows it all to wash over him. Finally he tilts his head and presses a kiss along the inside of her thigh. Tongue dragging upward until he can lick a firm stripe over the fabric of that thong. He nips at the fabric with almost a growl. ]

[ They're practically two sides of the same coin — people that should be enemies but have been brought together by circumstances beyond their ability to control them, at least right now, and the thing that continues to throw her for a loop is how easily he's got her pegged already, how he can somehow uncover all her greatest insecurities not with the goal of exploiting them or manipulating them for his own purposes but almost like he's trying to understand her more. And besides that, well, there has to be something inside her that she might not even be aware of, something that drew them into one another's orbit to begin with. How else is she supposed to explain this, here and now, her with her dress coaxed up practically to her waist and a ring that feels like it's weighing down her entire damn hand?

She can't pretend she doesn't want this, and somehow the notion that he can smell the truth on her either way isn't as awkward as she expected it to be — no, she's swallowing down a hitch in her breathing already when he turns his head to press lips soft to the bare skin of her inner thigh before he licks a hot, wet stripe up to the lace-covered apex. ]

Shit. [ She laughs, a low chuckle, head tipping back to thunk against the wall behind the dresser, but if she inadvertently hurts herself she's going to push through it, especially if it means she'll be able to feel his tongue directly on her soon enough; instinctively, she slips one hand down to push fingers through the short strands of his hair, encouraging him inward and maybe even spreading her knees a little wider along with it. Turns out throwing together a wedding last-minute means they haven't exactly had a lot of time for this, and maybe she's had a need for his mouth on her longer than she realized. ]

[ The way his father treated him and the way his mother lied to him made Klaus crave something he'd never had. Power. Control. Controlling your wolf is not an easy thing. For most wolves it takes quite a long time and even then it's limited. Bound to what they're capable of. Klaus was made different though. The wolf was caged and the vampire was the only thing present. Heightened everything. Being a vampire made everything turned up to eleven. Every emotion was amplified. That need for power and the fear of being weak once more just got worse for Niklaus. Paranoia takes root and he becomes something else entirely. He wasn't always that man though. Rebekah reminded him of that. He was different. He can be different here with her. Something better.

Klaus could could rid her of that thong so bloody quickly. He could rip it from her body without a second thought. He doesn't though. Instead he allows himself to take in her scent. He takes one more second before he pulls the fabric to the side and presses onward. Pressing a soft and lingering kiss against those lips. His tongue dragging out at the last second to flick upwards against them. One arm winds over her thigh and around her to hold on. His tongue presses firmer against her now. Dragging up between her lips and swirling the tip over her clit when he locates it. He's doing things mostly by feel here.

It's an overwhelming scent like this. Between her thighs and under the dress. More intense. It makes Klaus just want her more. Pushing him past his gentler moves. His lips press against her firmer now as he works them up to suck her clit into his mouth. His middle finger swirls at her entrance to gather any slick before he presses it into her. ]

[ They both know what it's like to get the shit end of the stick when it comes to the people who raised them, and her childhood wasn't any better. Absentee mother in and out of institutions, dad living at the bottom of a bottle without a real loving bone in his body and a tendency to take his abuse out on the one who deserved it least; she'd lost track of how many times she positioned herself between him and Waverly, trying to be a shield for her, but that night with the Seven had changed everything and to this day she still doesn't completely know if it was an accident, her pulling the trigger like that. She's wielded Peacemaker with more purpose since but it's always gonna be a question of whether or not she meant to shoot her own father, even a little bit.

Damage calls to damage, maybe, and she's under no illusions that this is going to be a perfect marriage by any means but it can be something, an alliance, a joining of strengths, and fuck, if she's gonna end up getting laid like this in the process it'll do a lot for her stress level, that's for damn sure. It's even hotter that he doesn't take her panties off first, just curls his fingers around the fabric and tugs it to the side before he starts to kiss her, tongue her. She's already sighing, inching toward the edge of the dresser in a half-slumped position, and if anyone walked in on them now there'd be no question of what they're up to.

He's good at this; she's known it for a while, ever since the first time they hooked up, and since then he's only learned to read her more and more, recognize the signals for what she needs and give it to her. Her hips roll forward when he eases that finger inside her, pairing it with the suction of his lips and her fingers flex against his scalp, a soft moan rippling up out of her throat. ] Like that, yeah — God, your mouth.

[ Perhaps fate drew them together for that very reason. Taking the brunt of abuse all throughout their childhoods. Taught that one wrong move would get them beaten by the man who was supposed to protect them. Klaus had been the one to kill his father as well. His was very intentional though. With a purpose. No longer willing to be that man's punching bag. No longer willing to be afraid of him. He'd spent a thousand years being afraid of Mikael. He wouldn't spend another day. That was some time ago though wasn't it? Now they're here. Two souls who have found themselves wrapped together through matrimony and an alliance. With more trouble past traumas that shaped them. Perhaps one day they'll share. If given a chance.

She's his wife though. Klaus can be a selfish bastard when it comes to protecting his own self interests, but he's changed quite a bit since Hope started to grow in her mother's belly. Family. That's something he's been reminded of since returning to New Orleans. Wynonna is now apart of his family. As well as her little group as well. Klaus can be fiercely protective of those that he chooses to surround himself with. It also means that he will spend his nights worshipping her in the bedroom. Or the living room. Or the kitchen. He's never been picky. He intends show her all the affection in the world. Being on his knees for her will only become routine.

Encouragement is always appreciated. It's hot as well. A woman after his own heart. Not afraid to assure him he's on the right track. He resists the urge to pull off and make a crack about simply being Klaus, but he has a feeling that would pause the bloody momentum. He'd rather not. But he makes it in his head. Smiling against her skin as well. Yes. He's that kind of asshole. With that finger curled inside of her he takes his tongue and presses it between her lips. The tip sliding around where his finger is buried. Another firm lick upwards. He sucks her clit into his mouth once more as his finger pulls out and pushes in with two fingers. They move faster and with a purpose. Building a strong rhythm for her. ]

[ She's not under the impression that they'll open up to each other any more than they absolutely have to, but that's just because being vulnerable isn't in her nature. That probably seems a little at odds given what they're doing right now, but it's how she is, wrapping herself in the safety of clever quips to make sure that she keeps people at arm's length rather than letting them see exactly how damaged she is beneath the surface. Somehow she thinks that Klaus may have her figured out already, but he just isn't cluing her into that yet. Maybe they can both keep pretending.

What they won't be able to ignore is the complicated family dynamics that exist now — her kid, his, the fact that neither of them are currently shacking up with the respective partners they both drunkenly hooked up with once upon a time to bring about said kids' existence. But it's just something they're going to have to navigate, along with whatever other threats stupidly decide to try and take on two families that have now just become linked through them.

He eats her out like he wants to savor her, every single drop of arousal that his fingers and tongue tease out, and when he licks around where his finger resides inside her she shifts her hips forward, brings herself right there to the edge of the dresser — just in time for him to add a second finger and make her cry out, sharp and sudden, her other hand slipping down to scrabble across the wood beneath her as she rocks into the strokes of his fingers, the suction of his mouth. ] Just like that, both — [ The pairing of attention to her clit and the smooth thrusts of his hand are almost too overwhelming, like he's paid attention to exactly what she needs to get off. ] Harder.

[ Klaus' age gives him a leg up on reading people. He's seen all sorts of people in his time walking the Earth. He's seen the worst. He's seen the best. Klaus has always had a soft spot for those who were beaten down. Those who were treated wrong. It was what drove him to take in Marcel. A slave treated harshly by a master once upon a time. Klaus wanted to give him the world. He certainly wants to give Wynonna whatever she needs. Helping her with her mission to deal with the revenants. Rid herself of this foolish curse from long ago. He sees the little things inside of her that draw him in. The things that resonate with him despite his best efforts of keeping his emotions out of all the things he does.

It helps that his partner is in love with his older brother. As clever as Hayley and Elijah believe they are with their feelings Klaus isn't stupid. Anyone could see it. He told him as much when she was dead. Or rather they thought she was dead. He knew Hayley felt the same. Hiding her emotions isn't her strong suit. Especially with her wolf DNA. That's damn near impossible.

There's a part of Klaus that wonders how much this dresser could endure. He won't keep her up there forever. He'll take her to the bed soon enough. But her enthusiasm is quite lovely. The sound the dresser makes with each rock forward. Thumping back into place when she moves. There's no time for a smug laugh or any comments. She gives him a command. Not that he ever truly follows the commands of others. This is different. This is about pleasure. Her pleasure. Which he will enjoy thoroughly. Klaus obliges. Though he's not sure what she wants harder. Suction or his fingers. He opts to give her both. Stronger suction and harsher thrusting of his fingers. Everytime he pulls them out he makes sure to stroke before pushing them back in at a quick pace. Harder. As she ordered. He should have added a third finger just to overload her. ]

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