It’s a question that’s asked innocently as Rebekah and Hayley recover after the latest bacchanal, sprawled out on one of the large, lavish bedrooms that rest above Klaus’ club. It’s almost asked lazily, as though Hayley already knows the answer, but wants to ask anyway just to be sure. The benefits of being much, much older than the brunette woman is that there’s probably not a lot of things that Rebekah hasn’t tried, but Rebekah appreciates that she was courteous enough to ask all the same. Her fingers trail slowly through her hair for a moment, before leaning back against the pillows as she considers.
“Several, actually,” she admits. “There were times when my brothers took to terrorizing every male suitor I had, so I had to get … resourceful. Fortunately for me, those were also the periods of time when men were the most insufferable. Having a woman’s company instead of a man’s was preferred.”
“Really?” Hayley raises an eyebrow curiously as she rolls over to face her.
“Yes, really,” Rebekah replies as she shifts over to match her positioning on the bed. “When you’re with a woman, there is no secondary purpose of conception.” Her hand moves up slightly, before letting her fingers trail along the line of her arm. “The only concern is the pleasure of both you and your partner. And a woman is much more in tune with what is actually pleasurable than a man used to be.”
“I take it men didn’t exactly care back then?”
“There were a few, whose reputations depended on it,” she teases, thinking of the great Casanovas that have dotted history. “But as for the rest, they all simply cared about their own pleasure, and nothing more.”
“How stingy of them,” Hayley replies, before she shivers quietly under Rebekah’s touch. She’s not doing anything particularly sensual, allowing the conversation to do most of that for her, and when her eyes open again, they glow a bright gold. “They should really learn to share.”
“Indeed.” Rebekah pauses for a moment, before moving her fingers up Hayley’s arm again, this time moving past her shoulder and dancing across her clavicle. “Have you? Been with a woman, I mean.”
Hayley pauses for a moment, before shaking her head. “Didn’t really know it was an option before I came here. In the pack, it was just … expected I’d marry Jackson. The end.”
“So they didn’t really … allow you to get adventurous then? Explore your possibilities?”
Hayley shakes her head as Rebekah’s fingers meet the name of her neck, settling comfortably under her touch. “Ever since I started coming to the bacchanal, though … ”
“You’ve started to get curious.” Rebekah smiles as she finishes the sentence, inching a bit closer so that their bodies are pressed together more, one leg slipping between Hayley’s to use as leverage to bring her closer. “Wondering what it might be like?”
“I’ve seen … ” There’s a gasp as Rebekah’s fingers are replaced with her lips pressing a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. “ … I’ve seen a lot. But I haven’t tried any of it.”
This isn’t the first time that they’ve wound up tangled like this, under more innocent circumstances. Best friends are best friends and often wind up in each other’s space more often than not. But this is something different. Something charged with electricity and sensuality, and not a line that they can take back once they’ve crossed it. Hayley has her pack expectations, whether or not Rebekah agrees with them, and Rebekah has whatever she has with Damon, though she don’t think that Damon will care about what’s happening here.
(Maybe a little hurt that he wasn’t invited, but this is the kind of thing that Rebekah isn’t inclined to share.)
As much as she wants to just jump in, relish in the moment and take advantage of the opportunity presented them, she needs to make sure that Hayley understands what’s happening. What they can’t go back from. She pulls back so that she’s meeting the other woman’s eyes, shifting to cup the side of her face so that she can hold Hayley’s gaze.
“Are you sure? That this is what you want.”
Hayley swallows hard before nodding, her hips pushing forward to meet Rebekah’s in a soft grind, and the other woman moans for a moment, but doesn’t push back, not yet.
“Say it. I need to hear it.”
“Yes.”
One soft, breathless word, and Rebekah nods, pulling her closer so that her lips are a hair’s breath away. She brushes one finger against her cheekbones before whispering her response.
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It’s a question that’s asked innocently as Rebekah and Hayley recover after the latest bacchanal, sprawled out on one of the large, lavish bedrooms that rest above Klaus’ club. It’s almost asked lazily, as though Hayley already knows the answer, but wants to ask anyway just to be sure. The benefits of being much, much older than the brunette woman is that there’s probably not a lot of things that Rebekah hasn’t tried, but Rebekah appreciates that she was courteous enough to ask all the same. Her fingers trail slowly through her hair for a moment, before leaning back against the pillows as she considers.
“Several, actually,” she admits. “There were times when my brothers took to terrorizing every male suitor I had, so I had to get … resourceful. Fortunately for me, those were also the periods of time when men were the most insufferable. Having a woman’s company instead of a man’s was preferred.”
“Really?” Hayley raises an eyebrow curiously as she rolls over to face her.
“Yes, really,” Rebekah replies as she shifts over to match her positioning on the bed. “When you’re with a woman, there is no secondary purpose of conception.” Her hand moves up slightly, before letting her fingers trail along the line of her arm. “The only concern is the pleasure of both you and your partner. And a woman is much more in tune with what is actually pleasurable than a man used to be.”
“I take it men didn’t exactly care back then?”
“There were a few, whose reputations depended on it,” she teases, thinking of the great Casanovas that have dotted history. “But as for the rest, they all simply cared about their own pleasure, and nothing more.”
“How stingy of them,” Hayley replies, before she shivers quietly under Rebekah’s touch. She’s not doing anything particularly sensual, allowing the conversation to do most of that for her, and when her eyes open again, they glow a bright gold. “They should really learn to share.”
“Indeed.” Rebekah pauses for a moment, before moving her fingers up Hayley’s arm again, this time moving past her shoulder and dancing across her clavicle. “Have you? Been with a woman, I mean.”
Hayley pauses for a moment, before shaking her head. “Didn’t really know it was an option before I came here. In the pack, it was just … expected I’d marry Jackson. The end.”
“So they didn’t really … allow you to get adventurous then? Explore your possibilities?”
Hayley shakes her head as Rebekah’s fingers meet the name of her neck, settling comfortably under her touch. “Ever since I started coming to the bacchanal, though … ”
“You’ve started to get curious.” Rebekah smiles as she finishes the sentence, inching a bit closer so that their bodies are pressed together more, one leg slipping between Hayley’s to use as leverage to bring her closer. “Wondering what it might be like?”
“I’ve seen … ” There’s a gasp as Rebekah’s fingers are replaced with her lips pressing a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. “ … I’ve seen a lot. But I haven’t tried any of it.”
This isn’t the first time that they’ve wound up tangled like this, under more innocent circumstances. Best friends are best friends and often wind up in each other’s space more often than not. But this is something different. Something charged with electricity and sensuality, and not a line that they can take back once they’ve crossed it. Hayley has her pack expectations, whether or not Rebekah agrees with them, and Rebekah has whatever she has with Damon, though she don’t think that Damon will care about what’s happening here.
(Maybe a little hurt that he wasn’t invited, but this is the kind of thing that Rebekah isn’t inclined to share.)
As much as she wants to just jump in, relish in the moment and take advantage of the opportunity presented them, she needs to make sure that Hayley understands what’s happening. What they can’t go back from. She pulls back so that she’s meeting the other woman’s eyes, shifting to cup the side of her face so that she can hold Hayley’s gaze.
“Are you sure? That this is what you want.”
Hayley swallows hard before nodding, her hips pushing forward to meet Rebekah’s in a soft grind, and the other woman moans for a moment, but doesn’t push back, not yet.
“Say it. I need to hear it.”
“Yes.”
One soft, breathless word, and Rebekah nods, pulling her closer so that her lips are a hair’s breath away. She brushes one finger against her cheekbones before whispering her response.
“Kiss me.”