Broken Rules

Friendship Rules: Don't Do Foreplay

Three year ago

(16) Carolyn Grandfield

I skipped down the stairs after showering and walked toward the living room, kneeling on the sofa next to Kieran, my elbow supporting my weight. "What are you wearing?" A thrown Kieran in the sofa said as he flipped though the channels. He was leaning on the sofa, legs apart and fingers punching on the buttons.

"Sleepwear?" I asked more than stated confused with raised shoulders and sighed while running my fingers through my hair. "Previously on the Originals." Kieran stopped flipping the moment The Originals started and placed the control on the living room table.

"I can't believe season three will come till October! Ugh, I can't wait to see what's going to happen." I raised my hand up and tugged a piece of hair that was falling on Kieran's forehead in, my fingers lingering in his hair.

"Is it weird for us to watch our favorite show together after having a make out session in my car?" He turned to look at me and my hand in his hair froze, my teeth pulling my bottom lip in as I sucked on it with a shrug.

"No? It's everything but weird, it feels comfortable actually." I removed my hand from his hair and rested it on my lap. He leaned in and cupped my face, his thumb leaning down my bottom lip before he brushed it slightly.

I used my legs on the sofa to push me up and covered his lips with mine, my fingers reaching up his neck to tangle them in his hair as I moved my mouth in sync with his. He grabbed my hips in a tight grip and switched me over on his lap, his back leaning on the sofa as we continued to kiss.

He moved his hands down to cup my ass and fondled with them as we kissed, my silk top of my sleepwear falling off my shoulders. I pulled away from him chest heaved, our foreheads touching as we stared deeply into each other's eyes.

"We need to stop this, like now. I don't want to ruin our friendship." My ragged breathing mirrored his as we stayed unmovable, our chests still moving up and down as our hearts thumped madly. He raised his hands up to cup my face and brushed my cheeks slightly with his thumbs.

"Who said anything about ruining our friendship? I feel comfortable while doing it you feel comfortable too so why not?" He covered my lips this time before I could say something and moved it teasingly on mine, brushing them together and caught my bottom lip between his teeth.

"Are we going to watch the show or not?" I asked instead and slumped my leg over, sitting next to him. He hooked his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer, my head in the crook of his neck and my arm around his waist as we watched the show.

"She's asleep. It's quite with Klaus and Rebekah gone." Hayley said as she walked toward Elijah but stood on the doorway, her nails clicking on the wall as she stared at Elijah who looked up at her. "So, we didn't get to say our wishes. Can I tell you mine?... It's a hope, actually... that you'll understand what I have to tell you."

"And what is it?" Elijah replied back with a blink of his eyes, attentively.

Hayley walked toward him as she spoke. "My wolves. I think I figured out a way to release them from the witches." Elijah blinked his eyes as he stood up with parted lips, somewhat confused and perplexed. "They could control their turning without the rings, and bring peace to our home so that Hope could return to us. But, there's a catch... I have to marry Jackson... It's a, um, mystical ceremony, and-and an alpha bonding ritual...?"