━━━ 'right. and then she stole your credit card and spent all your money so you had to commit fraud the entire way back'
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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 a
girl from a broken
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(hoarding of the past)
When Klaus woke up from his nap he had insisted they stop at a hotel for some odd reason. Unlike Rebekah, Margot knew exactly why he wanted to stop and she quickly denied his request by driving past every hotel.
"Wait," she said quietly, earning a quiet groan from the hybrid. Rebekah glanced between the pair, she was confused by their relationship. She was even more confused when she watched Margot drag her brother's body out of the warehouse.
It was an odd sight, to say the least. Rebekah, however, thought it was quite hot. So before Klaus and Stefan woke from their naps the two women had their fun in the passenger seat that the hybrid was currently sitting in.
5 hours earlier
"We don't have much time," Margot whispered against Rebekah's lips, the blonde sitting in her lap.
"If he wakes up, we'll tie him up and force him to listen. You said you wanted him to suffer, didn't you, love?" Rebekah questioned between kisses.
Margot smirked, "Oh, you're bad, Rebekah. That's just plain evil."
The blonde woman smiled as she ripped open Margot's green t-shirt revealing the slightly torn black lingerie Klaus had gifted her earlier that day.
"Was this for him?" she questioned as she cupped Margot's breast, gently squeezing the mound of flesh earning a soft moan.
"Yes," Margot whimpered, leaning forward, chasing the lips of the blonde, yearning for them to be on hers yet again.
Their lips connected once again. It was passionate and messy as Margot tore off Rebekah's top, leaving her in a lacey red bra.
"Fuck me," Margot whispered. The blonde woman was perfect.
"That's what I'm doing, love," Rebekah answered cheekily as she nudged the brunette's pants off, kneeling on the ground, settling between the siphoner's thighs.
The Mikaelson's really had a thing for thighs, Margot's especially. Who could blame them though? Thighs are the way to heaven.
"We shouldn't do this," Margot whimpered as Rebekah's tongue came in contact with her clit.
"Then why are you enjoying it so much?"
Present Time
"Where are we?" they heard Stefan groan from the back of the truck.
"Mystic Falls," Klaus answered as he opened the truck's back door, revealing the high school both Stefan and Margot had frequented over the past couple years.
Stefan's eyes widened at the sight. He glanced back and saw Margot exit the truck. "Maggie," he whispered in relief before speeding over to her. "Are you okay? He didn't touch you, did he?"
