(a/n: I am terribly sorry about how long this took. Uni’s starting soon and I’ve been a bit busy with preparations and work. setting: au future fic, warning: nsfw/explicit sexual content)
There is sand in his hair, dried salt sticking to his lips, a strong scent of seawater tickling his nose as he lies under the sun. Klaus watches the clouds, sunglasses resting comfortably over his nose while he enjoys this rare moment of silence.
It was Rebekah and Elijah’s insane idea. Let’s go on a family vacation, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.
Although, Klaus didn’t exactly regret coming to this charming little island. Even if Hayley’s presence did manage to make things very very awkward. It’s not that they didn’t try to get along. In fact, after Rebekah had brought Hope back, the two hybrids were actually quite cooperative with one another. It’s just that the whole I-had-sex-with-you-and-had-a-crush-on-your-brother-thing hasn’t really died down yet.
Then again, Hayley does end up keeping her distance from him, as she mostly spent the day with their daughter. Hope and Hayley had, in the short span of three hours, managed to build four sand castles, beaten Elijah at beach volley-ball (at least six times), and they also succeeded in their mission to bury Marcel in sand whilst he slept.
All in all, the trip had been quite the success. Until, Rebekah managed to get Hayley severely drunk off her ass.
“Well,” the she-wolf stumbles, carefully lowering herself and sitting on top of his bare chest as she smiles down at him. “Looks like someone’s happy to see me.” Hayley whispers in to his ear, while she places a careful hand on his crotch.
He smirks, eyes peeking through his sunglasses as his fingers manage to crawl over and rest on her ass. “Now now, sweetheart,” he hums. “Let’s try not to get too carried away,” he points to their daughter, who was happily playing cards with Elijah. “Wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea, now do we?”