[ SMUT WARNING: it's arguably bad and cringy smut too. don't want it? don't read it ]

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I CAN WORK WITH MAYBE.

Clementine was outside, taking a quiet moment to herself. The ball was still in full swing, but as she told Finn, she wasn't used to crowds, especially when so many people were dying for her attention.

One of whom stumbled upon her as she was petting one of the horses outside. She thought getting horses was a bit much.

"There you are, love," he greeted, coming to stand behind her. Clem looked at him over her shoulder and smiled. "You like horses?"

"I like dogs better," she said before her smile turned teasing. "Especially cute little hybrid ones."

"There you go calling me cute again," he said, smirking. "I'm beginning to think you fancy me back."

Clem hummed and rolled her eyes. "I'm still not sure of that."

"What? That I like you?" he questioned, earning a nod. "Why wouldn't I fancy you, love?"

"'Cause I'm the fucking worst, Nik," she said, only half meaning it. She didn't understand why anyone had feelings for her, especially when she was in a world she didn't belong in. It was overwhelming even if she acted like it didn't affect her. "I'm the town-crazy, pyromaniac girl who can't be satisfied with one partner. I - I have, like, two platonic friends. And besides, you wanted me dead when we first met."

"I wanted you dead because you were a powerful threat," he told her. "It didn't matter how beautiful and charming I found you. You had to go."

"Very romantic," she said flatly. Then she sighed and looked away from the horse to look into Klaus' blue eyes. "Maybe... I fancy you too. Maybe."

Klaus nodded, trying to suppress an excited smile. Even so, his dimples were still prominent, which she found incredibly adorable.

"I can work with maybe."

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In the foyer, Elena was standing alone, looking around for Clementine. But instead, she got Clem's date. Elijah stood beside her, a curious expression on his face.

"I hear my mother wanted to meet with you," he claimed.

"I refused," Elena told him, meaning her words. "Clemmy says she's up to no good. You know I'll always trust her visions."

"I as well, it seems," he murmured before looking up at his mother, who was getting ready to make a toast as champagne was sent around. "I do hate to know her true intentions."

"I'm sorry, Elijah," Elena said softly. "I know more than anyone how hard not having a complete family is. And I wish things could be different for you all."

He nodded in thanks before taking two glasses of pink-tinged champagne. Of course, each of the Mikaelsons had a glass to keep up pretenses, but none would drink when the time came. They'd simply mime the motion for their mother's convincing.

"Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. Waiters are coming around with champagne. I invite you all to join me in raising a glass. It provides me with no greater joy than to see my family back together as one. I'd like to thank you all for being part of this spectacular evening. Cheers!"

"Cheers," Clem said sarcastically under her breath, making Klaus chuckle as he led her through the crowd.

Now that he'd gotten his admission of feelings, he wasn't ready to let her go for the night. So, he disposed of the champagne flutes and led her to the second floor by her hand.

"C'mon, love," Klaus said, clearly excitedly.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked with an excited smile.

Klaus then walked her into a room, the walls filled with paintings in elegant frames. There were easels and supplies strewn around. Klaus was silent for a moment, letting Clem take in all the beautiful sights with a nervous expression on his face.

He cared quite a lot about what she thought of his passion.

"Klaus," she whispered, looking at a sketch that was sitting on a table. Her eyes went wide as she realized he'd been drawing her. "You did all these?"

"Yeah, um... actually one of my landscapes is hanging at the Hermitage, not that anyone would notice. Have you been?" he asked her.

A 'yes' was on the tip of her tongue, recalling a trip she'd taken overseas after her senior year of high school. But that was a whole lifetime ago — literally.

"I've never been anywhere but Virginia and North Carolina," she told him softly. "I'd love to travel though."

"I'll take you," he offered earnestly. "Wherever you want Rome. Paris. Tokyo?" Clementine couldn't help but laugh, and he matched the sound, coming closer to her, placing his hands on her waist. "Don't laugh. I mean it. I'll go anywhere with you, love."

She bit her lip shyly. "And I think I'd be inclined to let you, Nik. Which kind of scares me."

"You can bring anyone you want — Enzo, Elena, my brothers. Just so long as I have you to myself as well," he told her, pressing his forehead to hers.

"I like the sound of that," she said, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his short hair. After the third time of him looking at her lips, she huffed playfully. "Are you going to kiss me or not, Nik?"

He smirked at her demanding attitude. "Well, it's certainly not as romantic as spin the bottle—"

Klaus was cut off by Clementine leaning up to capture his pretty lips in a kiss. He reacted instantly, pulling her as close as possible as he deepened the kiss, quickly taking over as his tongue explored her mouth.

It wasn't long at all before Clem was a breathy mess in his arms, her eyes screwed shut as his lips traveled from her mouth to her jaw, beginning to suck on her skin softly.

Clementine raked her hands down Klaus' chest, undoing his tie and the buttons of his crisp shirt. He helped her shrug his jacket, it hitting the ground. Even though his shirt wasn't fully off, she still marveled at his strong abdomen.

She couldn't even focus for long though, because he was nipping playfully at her neck, making her yelp happily. He then picked her up and put her on the table, hiking her dress up so that he could stand between her parted legs.

Yet again, Clem's eyes fluttered open only to see a very interested Enzo watching from the doorway, leaning casually against the doorframe as if he was looking at a piece of art in a museum.

"Enzo," she breathed out.

Yet again, Klaus bit Clem's neck, a little harsher this time. "Wrong name, love."

"No," she said, giggling a little bit. "Enzo."

Klaus took a second to look over his shoulder. "I'm not stopping until she tells me to, mate, so either join in or close the door on your way out."

Clem's eyes went wide, but before she could ask him what the hell he meant, Klaus was kissing her again, his hand on her jaw as he devoured her. She moaned against his mouth only to choke on the sound when she felt a set of warm lips on her neck. Enzo had opted to join in, it seemed.

Was this really how she was going to lose her virginity a second time? In a room in a house full of vampires that would be able to hear everything if they focused their hearing enough?

Yes.

Yes, it was.

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Kol's narrowed eyes were fixed on Matt, rage coursing through him. Rebekah had informed him a bit of Clementine's past. He couldn't help but picture an eleven-year-old Clem being forced away from home because of her brother's actions.

He had never met Matt Donovan and yet he hated the boy.

As Matt walked past the balcony Kol was lurking in, he whispered the human's name tauntingly, which made him stop. Matt walked out onto the balcony but saw no one there. However, just as he was about to leave, Kol appeared behind him.

"Good evening," he greeted civilly. "You're Rebekah's friend. Clementine's brother. We haven't met."

"Matt Donovan," he said, shaking his hand.

"Kol Mikaelson."

Then Kol started squeezing Matt's hand tightly until an audible crack sounded, him breaking his hand. Matt cried out and fell to the floor, and it was surprisingly Damon who came to his rescue.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Easy on the hand. Guy's a quarterback," Damon said before rushing at Kol, pushing him off the balcony. Then he jumped after him. Before Kol could get any good hits in, Damon snapped his neck, and nearly everyone that mattered rushed outside.

"Damon! Are you crazy?" Stefan asked, and Damon couldn't believe his brother's irony.

"Maybe a little," Damon said, looking smugly at Elena. "Far be it from me to cause a problem."

Rebekah huffed and looked down at Kol's unconscious body before looking back up at the balcony where Matt was still on the ground. "Clementine is going to be furious."

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"Just like that, love. Keep still for him," Klaus cooed in Clem's ear from behind. She was still perched on the table. And she'd have fallen back if Klaus wasn't letting her lean against his chest.

Enzo had disappeared beneath Clementine's dress two minutes ago, and his tongue which was always spewing petty insults at others was now swirling around her clit. Klaus was leaving bruising kisses on her neck, his blunt teeth scraping her skin.

"Oh, God," Clem breathed out, her eyes screwed shut. She couldn't recall ever being gone down on in her first life, and fuck, was she missing out.

"I certainly wouldn't call him here if I were you," Klaus said teasingly with a smirk.

Clem wanted to reply with something snarky, but all she could focus on was Enzo, who moved his mouth down to her entrance, teasing her with his tongue before diving in, eating her out at a quick pace.

Needing something to ground her, she reached back, pulling on Klaus' hair, who groaned against the column of her throat.

"Please," she begged, not even knowing what she was really pleading for.

Enzo continued to fuck her with her tongue before focusing back on her clit until her legs were shaking. It was almost suffocating as the coil of ecstasy inside of her continued to tighten and tighten before finally snapping. He lapped up her release before placing gentle kisses to her thighs. And finally, he got out from underneath her gown and rose to his full height, towering over her.

Enzo's chest was heaving, his tie long gone and the buttons of his now-wrinkled dress shirt mostly undone. He stared down at her darkly before pulling her into a kiss, letting her taste herself. Clem moaned against his mouth while working at the buttons of his shirt, needing to see more of his skin.

"Klaus, you must taste her," Enzo murmured, his lips brushing Clem's. "She's divine."

"I think you'll find I'm a bit more patient than you, mate. I'd like to take my time with this one," Klaus said while slowly working the zipper of her dress down.

The fabric pooled around her hips, leaving her in just a strapless bra. Enzo lifted her hips and pulled the garment off her completely, it forgotten on the ground along with her underwear that Enzo had tossed away carelessly before eating her out.

Clem's cheeks flushed as she looked between Klaus and Enzo, both their gazes hungry and carnal. Keeping eye contact with Klaus, she reached back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the ground and leaving her completely naked.

"Don't think it's fair you're both fully dressed," she mumbled shyly.

"I certainly don't mind the sight," Klaus said, smirking. "But as you wish love."

His shirt had already been hanging off him, so he shrugged it off before unbuckling his belt. Clementine glanced at Enzo, who was doing the same for her. She drank in the sight of their toned skin, taking in each defined and hard line of their bodies. They were so perfect that she couldn't believe they were real.

Was this real? She sometimes wondered about that, but now wasn't the time.

Once he was in his tight black boxer briefs with a prominent bulge, Klaus was on her, lips seeking out her chest. He took a perky nipple into her mouth while pinching and rolling the other one, making her squirm.

Enzo hooked his finger underneath her jaw and pulled her into a slow kiss, his tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth. Each content hum she let out was stifled by his lips.

Finally, Klaus ceased his incessant worshiping of her chest, pulling back and looking down at her earnestly as Enzo gave her a moment to catch her breath.

"Are you sure, love?" he asked, his hand falling on her hip gently. Clem nodded needily, only for him to shake his head. "I need to hear it."

"Please, Nik. Fuck me," she said quietly, squeezing her thighs together.

That was all he needed to slide his underwear, freeing his lengthy cock, the red tip already spilling precum. And Klaus, as cocky as ever, couldn't help but smirk at the awed look on her face.

He lifted her leg, hitching it around his hip, before sliding into her slowly. Her jaw dropped open in a long moan as he stretched her walls, her head falling back on Enzo's shoulder, who was peppering kisses along her neck.

And as Klaus slowly began increasing his pace, Enzo helped Clementine lay back fully on the table, letting Klaus hit deeper inside of her.

"Fuck, Angel," Enzo groaned, loving the way her body trembled with each powerful thrust. He couldn't help but reach down, pulling his own hardened cock out of his underwear, pumping it a few times. "You look fucking perfect like this."

Clem whined at his words before using the hand that wasn't grasping the table's edge to reach for his member. Enzo's eyes fluttered shut for a moment at her touch. He breathed out her name, the sound lost in the grunts and moans leaving Klaus' mouth.

Together, they made a symphony of total bliss, hands exploring each other's bodies. None of them cared about the party going on downstairs, nor did they care about Klaus' mother and her villainous deeds. All that mattered was Clem, who had her pink lips wrapped around Enzo's cock, moaning as Klaus rammed in and out of her, nearly breaking the table she was on from the force.

When Enzo came, it was hard, the tangy substance filling Clem's mouth as he did so. She dutifully swallowed it up before looking up at a spent Enzo, who matched her loving gaze. He quickly leaned down to kiss her, her deepening it as she arched up off the table.

Klaus felt so good, so right inside of her. And as Clem grew nearer and nearer to her release, so did he. And Enzo continued licking and sucking at her skin, adding more bruises to the artwork that adorned her neck.

"Enzo," Clementine whined as he again scraped his teeth against her jugular, very clearly holding back. She didn't ever want him to hold back with her. "Bite me. Please, bite me."

He froze for a moment, unsure if she meant her words. But then she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him into her neck. Enzo groaned before doing so, sinking his fangs into her soft skin, her warm blood flooding into his mouth.

Clementine found that it didn't hurt — the pain felt good, making her head swim with adrenaline. And the feeling had her seeing stars as she came around Klaus' cock. She cried out loudly, not giving a damn if any of the other supernatural creatures heard her. It felt too good to care.

"That's it, love," Klaus grunted, loving how she tightened around him as he worked her through the orgasm. "So fucking perfect for us."

After only a few more thrusts, Klaus was finishing inside of her, slowly ceasing his movements. And when he pulled out of her, she whined from the feeling.

All too soon, Klaus and Enzo were taking slow turns kissing her, neither wanting to part from her after their time together.

As she caught her breath, Clementine looked up at the ceiling, enjoying the warmth that the two men were giving off as they held her. Her mind was reeling, already playing back each touch and kiss.

But then her train of thought was rudely interrupted by a memory, one from a life ago. Or less of a memory and more of a plot line.

Hope Mikaelson.

"Oh, goddamn it!"