Hale's Town

Chapter 2- Tied Up At The Moment

Previously...

"What about lighting that fag?" She asked lightly, as if she hadn't just smashed a guy's head into the wall. Kol lit the cigarette that was between her fingers, looking up at her in thinly veiled adoration.

In moments like these, Kol was able to freely admit that he wanted her. She was pure power and lust. She was day and night. Kol was wondering if she'd be willing to fuck for the night. The fucked occasionally, but hadn't since the summer. They started when she was nineteen, he twenty four. They knew each other almost as well as they knew themselves. She pissed him off to no end, but he knew the real her. The one beneath all the layers of hate and ice.

Elsa took a drag, and looked over at him, blowing the smoke out slowly.

"Stop looking at me like that." She snapped, taking another drag.

Kol caught her hand, and kissed the top of it, and she smiled. Not the smile she gave the drunk after smashing his head in, but the smile she only reserved for those close to her. Their usual I-want-to-fuck-you-tonight signal so as not to alert their families was a kiss on the hand.

Elsa stood up, taking Kol's hand in her own, pulling him up. She led him to the stairs, and into his home, easily entering the passcode to unlock the doors. He followed her, watching as she walked the familiar path to his room. Before she could open the door, he had her front pushed up against it, her hands catching her.

Kol leaned against her body, pressing her harder into the door. One of her hands came up behind his head, pulling slightly on his black hair. Kol took her other hand, lacing their fingers, and trailed their joined hands down her body.

"Won't your girlfriend be pissed?" She asked, hoping he couldn't hear the shake in her voice.

Kol kissed her neck, huffing. "I just needed her to get on West's good side. I needed those goddamn guns and he was the quickest way. Now that I have them, I have no need for her."

"Did you fuck her?" Elsa asked, turning around so she faced Kol. "Did you have her pressed against this very door? In your bed? On her knees in front of you?"

Kol's eyes glared at her, opening the door and stalking her back to the bed.

"Why ask stupid questions, Elsa? You know I don't bring my fucks here."

"I'm here." She turned around, gesturing to the zipper on her red dress.

Kol pulled the zipper down slowly, brushing her spine the entire way down, his knuckles grazing ever so slightly. He stopped when he reached her waist, allowing her to step out of the dress, left only in her black heels, jewelry, crown, and mask. Kol tore off his black jacket, and let Elsa take unbutton his black shirt.

"What were you supposed to be, Kol?" She asked, running her hands down his toned chest, and then back up again, tanging a hand in the necklaces adorning his throat.