The Vixen & the Fox II

Chapter 230

Davina was doing her hair as she rushed to get ready for the charity event Klaus was taking the family to. If the enemy wanted them there, the Mikaelsons had come to the consensus they would be there; all but the vulnerable members of the family. The children, Rebekah, Henrik; they were concealing the fact Henrik was alive so Henrik could do recon tonight. She was rather impressed with Henrik's plan, it was simple and effective, and his connections with the State Troopers had it so he could look into things on the mortal end without arousing suspicion.

Carefully pulling on the white lace mask she was a bit baffled to see the elegant design, the flare for dramatics as it appeared rather... fox-ish, in shape, it traveled to rest on the tip of her nose, flaring out and around her face rather elegantly. It had a fox, ear-like shape up by her temples. The intricate design was obviously custom, looking rather Norse or Celtic; Davina didn't know enough about the art styles to differentiate, but given it was from Rebekah she would think it was Norse. The silvery-white was a contrast to Davina's warm olive skin tone, and it made her blue eyes look more vibrate. The ribbons used to secure it were white but faded into dark brown-black to disappear into her hair rather flawlessly. Davina tied it secure, using a few tricks to bobby-pin and braid the ribbons into place. Rebekah had given her a step-by-step tutorial to have a 'traditional' style. It would, according to Rebekah, make Davina's allegiances clear as day, as well as have Kol indirectly 'staking a claim'. It was all annoying appearance posturing, but Davina wasn't going to argue with the pregnant woman! If Rebekah said to wear it like a Viking or shieldmaiden, Davina would do it; she wasn't pissing off the pregnant woman.

She was kind of pleased with the look too, especially with how long her hair was getting, the long curls were boundless now, falling to her hips. She had never actually let her hair get this long, but Kol had such a fascination with it, she had grown it out. Looking at the braids she had strategically done, she slipped on the clips and decorations Rebekah had sent her as a gift to compliment the rest of Davina's look for the night.

The makeup she had done was rather simple, Davina still wasn't a queen of makeup, so she always went with the tactics of highlighting her eyes and darkening her lips. Yes, she would do a bit to highlight her face a bit more, now, but she wasn't big on it.

Touching up her red lipstick she looked over her hair one last time.

Once that was set, she walked out of the bathroom in her under garments. It wasn't a stocking sort of dress, nor was it a bra sort of dress in a traditional sense. Davina was careful putting on the silicone bra; it was cold, and she didn't really like that, shivering a bit as she got herself situated.

"Davina? Have you seen my...?" Kol appeared, his shirt unbuttoned, he was trying to fix his cuffs.

"No, I haven't," she answered. Kol's eyes raked over her and she smiled a bit when a predatory look toke over his face.

"You look, ravishing," he informed her.

"You can enjoy it later, you touch my hair, and your sister will kill you," she warned. "And if you mess up my makeup, I'll kill you."

"Dually noted," he smiled impishly as he walked behind her. Davina yelped when he caught her hips, and his lips attached themselves to her throat, she shuddered as he kissed her hungrily. A low gasp escaped her lips as he kissed his way down her throat and his hands slid over her stomach and below her breasts. Davina whimpered a bit as her head tilted to give him better access. Kol's mouth was hot, persistent and gentle against her skin, but the way his stubble scraped against her skin was hot.

"I'll finish this tonight," he promised in a husky voice against her ear before he released her. "And you're not taking off the mask!"

"Diabolical cradle robber!" she hissed at his retreating back.