TVDU one shots ; mainly gxg

(rebekah/hayley) The taste of victor on your lips

evanescentdawn on ao3

Surprisingly, a drunk Rebekah is nothing like what Hayley expected.

Hayley was half worried as she watched Rebekah gulp down the alcohol like it was nothing, groaning at the already-headache she was getting thinking about the disasters that this would lead to. But it turns she had nothing to worry about. Rebekah's completely different then what she thought. Instead—Rebekah is sweet, and clingy but in an adorable way. And oh god, her smiles.

It's not fair at all. She shouldn't be able to smile like that.

Hayley would love to be able to stare at it for forever.

Rebekah still never knows when to stop talking, Hayley thinks with a wash of affection. She's babbling about how annoying and not fair Elijah is. "I mean! How could he—I am his one and only sister, and he said no."

Hayley tries to repress the urge to roll her eyes and wisely doesn't say what she thinks about that. Of course he'd say that. Rebekah wanted to burn down a whole town because they didn't allow her to wear whatever she wanted. "At least Nik and Kol understood my feelings, you should have seen it—" Her face lights up and she leans in closer. "It was gorgeous."

Hayley feels her breath tingle her neck as Rebekah whispers that last word, her voice hitched in awe. And doesn't think she can handle for any longer.

She's too close, her fingers all over her skin and arms and Hayley never had any self control. The alcohol she's been drinking is finally getting her, starting to blur at the reasons why that's a bad, absolutely terrible idea.

"They made a whole spectacle of it. Kol created the script, and it was hilarious and brilliant—not that I am ever telling him that—and even Elijah joined in the end."

Rebekah's body is pressing along her side, her fingers dancing along the edge of her hips and neck and her lips are too close. Just a little sideway shift and she could—

Before Hayley even registers, she's kissing Rebekah.

Pump lips sliding against hers, nails digging into her skin and it's wonderful—more than all the dreams, and her wishes—it's real. She tastes like alcohol and Hayley's head is buzzing. More, more, more, she's thinking as she laughs and it should be awkward. Kisses and laughter don't mix.

But Rebekah is laughing and they're a mess and they keep kissing sloppy and pressing even closer, if that's possible. Hayley can feel the way her breasts are soft against the side and heat pools and tugs in her stomach.

Rebekah's cold hand on her bare skin is what shocks back to real life.

Hayley rips herself away from Rebekah with haste. "I—" This wasn't how it was to go. Her heart is pounding her chest, and all the good mood is being replaced with guilt. Oh god, what was she thinking—Rebekah's drunk and she's in love with someone else. She wasn't thinking, that's what.

Hayley looks away, unable to look at her, her bruised lips and her messed up hair, hating the way she ache with want.

"Urgh, why did you stop, Hayley. Come on, we were just getting to the good part."

That's—her voice—what—

Hayley whirls with wide eyes.

Rebekah meets her with a smirk, and doesn't look at all drowsy but at perfect ease. Leaning back against the chair like—

"You weren't drunk?!"

Rebekah laughs, bright and reaches a hand to drag her in. "It took you this long to figure it out?" The smirk on her mouth is infuriating and Hayley wants to take it off. Preferably with her own mouth.

"But...I thought..." I thought you were in love with Marcel.

Hayley swallows at the tender press of fingers on her face. "You wouldn't catch any of my flirtingso I had to go something more obvious."

Flirting? She was actually flirting with her. Hayley thought it was just something that Rebekah does with anyone. That it was was her way of greeting. (She and Klaus do it all that time.)

"Oh," Hayley says stupidly.

Rebekah laughs again, eyes crinkling and Hayley loves her so much.

"But what—what about Marcel?"

"Who about him?" Rebekah just says, like there wasn't anything going on between them, before she kisses her and everything drowns out.