𝘅𝗶𝗶𝗶. 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝘆

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chapter fifty two

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chapter fifty two

dirty laundry

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reminder: i changed ares and athena's names to sebastian and anastasia

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reminder: i changed ares and athena's names to sebastian and anastasia. via takes credit tho as she basically chose them bc she's an angel <3





    JORDANNA GRINNED DOWN at the Mikaelson beneath her, her freshly manicured nails scratching down his bare chest as she did so. Klaus let out a low groan at the action and gave her a pointed look.

The Jones leant forward, pressing brisk kisses along his neck as the nails of her free hand scraped against his jawline. Klaus' hands roamed her body, sending a shockwave through her spine as the cold bands of his rings met her skin.

Working her way up, her lips met his ears. "Qualcuno è felice di vedermi," she whispered, rocking her hips against his as the words left her mouth, the sensation almost driving her wild.

She teasingly bit the lobe of his ear and moved back, just as she reached to pull the t-shirt she had worn to bed off, the bedroom door swung open.

Terrified screams left Hayley's mouth at the sight before her, and before anyone knew it Klaus threw Jordanna off of him and her ass painfully met the floor.

Hayley's wide eyes flickered between the two, who were thankfully still clothed, beside from Klaus' bare chest.

Jordanna's head popped up from the other side of the mattress and she sent the Mikaelson a scathing glare. "She already saw me, asshole!" She all but screeched at him, palm nursing the side of her head.

Hayley's finger prodded between two before a smug grin overtook her features. "I knew it! Oh my God, I knew it!" She called out excitedly. In all honesty, it was the happiest Jordanna had seen her since before Jackson died. "Naomi, you owe me fifty bucks!"

²𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒, klaus mikaelsonWhere stories live. Discover now