"Go home Kol"
Kol sighed as the door closed in his face. He ran his hand through his hair and shoved it into his pocket. He turned on his heel and stalked out of the apartment complex disgusted with himself. He wasn't supposed to feel like this. He was the heartbreaker. The wild one, the - as the Americans put it- love em and leave em man whore. But he had been played. By a pretty little thing with a sharp tongue. He wasn't supposed to fall in love.
He didn't even know how it happened. One day they had an agreement and then suddenly the thought of her being with another guy infuriated him to no end. At one moment there were clear lines but then they weren't as crisp. They became muddled and despite his confusion, he couldn’t bring himself to care
He was addicted to her. As cliche as it was, he needed her like a drug and like an addict, he waited impatiently until his next fix. He walked dejectedly into a bar and called the bartender to open a tab. He was on his fifth drink when He felt a presence next to him.
“Hello sister, come to bother me?”
“There was a family dinner today and mother was furious you weren't there.”
“I didn’t have a bloody date,” Kol joked, His sibling’s all had significant others and for the first time in his life, he was upset that he himself couldn’t match them. He didn’t question how Rebekah found him at this particular bar, It was his favorite.
“That never bothered you before,”
Kol shrugged and continued to enjoy his drink, he made a noise in protest when Rebekah snatched it out of his hand and downed what was left in the glass
“Kol what’s wrong?” Rebekah asked, genuine worry resonating though her tone as Kol asked for another drink, not in the slightest bit tipsy
Rebekah smirked, “You’re heartbroken,”
“You herd me,”
Kol said nothing, caught between wondering how she had noticed and choosing to ignore his sister’s claims. Rebekah looked at him with a blank face. She understood that he did not like to be pitied.
“Who is it Kol?” She asked, she looked at him, “that blonde from two weeks ago?”
Kol didn’t want to tell her. He wasn’t as close to any of his siblings as he wanted to be, being the black sheep of the Mikaelson brood. When he didn’t respond, she put her arms around his middle, leaning her head on his back like she did when they were children. Kol sank back into them, letting himself loose himself in the comfort that his little sister provided.
“None of us pity you Kol, I hope you know that. I understand how you feel. Don’t do anything you’ll regret,”
Kol nodded, his face void of any sign that he had listened. Rebekah let go of him, knowing he probably would do something stupid, and planted a light kiss on her big brother's cheek. Kol continued to sip his drink and continued to brood. Five drinks later when the bartender closed off his tab, the world spun and sounds became white noise.
He threw down what he hoped was enough money and wobbled out of the bar. Once on the curb, he hailed a taxi and blurted an address that he slightly regretted. His head pounded but he ignored it as he got out of the taxi and into the building. The door man let him in a bit warily and he got into the elevator.
When she opened the door, she didn't seem happy. He was aware that he was talking and apparently whatever he was saying made her upset
"It's not going to happen Kol, I told you we had to stop this, and you can't just come here in the middle of the night and..."
The rest of her words were drowned out as he took a step forward and kissed her. Her lips were soft and she tasted like a basket of fresh fruit. She didn't respond to him immediately but a she began to move her lips with his. She was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but make the kiss deeper. He pushed her back into the apartment and closed the door. He pushed her up against it and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
They had made it to the living room some time when Kol pulled away from her to catch his breath and she reached up to kiss him again. They fought for dominance and he let her have it knowing that she had the power to snap his heart In two. She was on his lap and he peppered small kisses on her neck, sucking and nibbling. She gasped and he knew his actions would leave hickeys but at the moment he couldn't focus on anything other that the way she moved beneath him and the noises she made. She had his shirt off and his hands were playing with the waistband on her jeans. His brain caught up with his heart and he reluctantly pulled away from her
“Are you a hundred percent sure you want to do this?" He asked despite his inebriation, he asked every time
"Mhm," was all she said before planting her lips back on his, exactly like the week before.
Kol woke up the next day to a pounding headache. He groaned at the afternoon light coming through the window. The room was familiar to him as his own and he groaned in annoyance. Rebekah had told him not to do anything stupid but he was never one to listen to directions. Her head rested on his bare chest and he played with one of her brown waves, just like the times before.
This time however, he was up before she was. He planted a kiss on her forehead and slipped out from under the covers, leaving her sprawled across his side of the bed. He decided to take a shower and was surprised to see the toiletries he had left still in her bathroom. He dug around in her medicine cabinet and found some painkiller and took a few with some water. He ambled into the kitchen to brew himself a cup of coffee. They had made it to the bed sometime later in the day. She had fallen asleep and was curled into his side. He also decided to fix lunch along with his coffee. He dug through her fridge, a bit put off that he knew it almost as well as his own.
"Kol?" Her voice rang out, sounding slightly panicked. He heard the sound of her pounding feet over the sizzling of the bacon. He could see the tension leave her shoulders as she caught sight of him in the kitchen.
He found it hard to keep his eyes off of her. In her haste to find him, she only wore the shirt that she had nicked from him the last time that she had come over. His heart fluttered in his chest and He tried his best not to stare at her legs or think about what she might or might not be wearing underneath. Her long brown hair was still messy in its hasty updo but she looked gorgeous. He smirked when he saw the marks that she hadn’t bothered to cover yet still visible on her neck. She blushed under the intensity of his stare.
"I thought you left,"
Kol smirked, "obviously I didn't"
"You have to leave,” Kol blinked down at the bacon, his hangover feeling better but not entirely gone. She turned to face him, her eyes boring into his.
"Why?" He managed to get out
Kol glared at her and set the cup down on the edge of the counter, "you didn't answer me darling,"
She matched his glare “You come to my door, you are in my home, we may have kissed but I am expecting you to respect my decisions.”
Kol scoffed, "We did more than kiss Sweetheart, an most time your decisions are more than a wee bit off,” Kol looked at her “We have something darling, why don't you just admit it?"
"Because I'm scared!" She looked back at him, "I know you Kol Mikaelson, I've seen you get girls then you leave them. I'm confused, you break my heart but come back again and again. You’re a bad boy everyone knows that, my cousin had her heart ripped out by you and I know I'm just as bad as you are but..." she trailed off, unsure of what else to say.
"I was stupid,” Kol insisted, “I was bloody stupid letting you go. I'm terrified that I want to come back, despite my brain telling me I'm being stupid. I want to hold you in my arms and tell the world that you're mine. I want be able to kiss you whenever I want without having to feel like I'm doing something wrong,” Kol took a breath, unsure of where he was going but he pushed the thought aside and plowed on, “I'm terrified that one day there will be some other devilishly attractive bloke you will call to come help you. Hell, I want you meet my whack job of a family and doodle Mr. and Mrs. Kol Mikaelson as they drone on and on about nothing in particular like a ten year old with a crush. I am fucking terrified that I fell in love with you.
Every time I see you with another guy you have no idea how much I wished that guy was me. Me who would be able to hold your hand as we walked down the streets, me who would be able to sling my arm around your waist and all that other boyfriend stuff that I’m crap at."
She blinked and asked the question he had been asking himself all morning “why?"
Kol sighed a bit breathless, "every relationship I've had fell apart. My father was a brute, my mother cheated on him, my siblings have had their hearts broken too many times to count, I'm scared that if I try, I'll get my heart broken. I can't keep doing this either you want me out of your life or you don't."
She came up behind him and surprisingly planted a kiss on his cheek and wrapped her arms around his waist just like his sister but unlike with his sister, he felt no urge to relax, not yet.
“I care about you too,” She murmured into his back, “but…”
Kol nodded, keeping his eye on the bacon, “we had a lot of fun" he said quietly, fighting desperately keep the heartbreak in his voice hidden.
She went quiet, took a step back and wrapped her arms around herself "about that, I know I haven't had much time to think about it," she paused as Kol turned the stove off and put their meal on plates and handed one to her, "but... She trailed off, and took a deep breath, “even though you don't deserve it, I'm willing to give you a shot”
Kol almost dropped the plate in his hands. He set it down beside the stove and turned to look at her. She was looking at him under hooded eyes and he couldn't help slowly moving his eyes down her body. She blushed and set the plate on the island and like he did the night before, took the few steps to get to him and brought his head down to hers.
“You know darling…” His sentence was cut off when she put her lips on his. He lifted her up off the floor and wrapped her legs around his torso. And like the night before, he picked her up like she weighed nothing and placed her on the counter and paid homage to her neck.
“What? She asked between the noises she made. Kol rested his forehead on hers and grinned devilishly at her, enjoying the way her eyes had clouded over,
“How willing are you to put up with my family?”
All she did was grin in return.