Cruel Intentions Soundtrack
So I’ll show you my sins, show me all your scars
As we settle in it’s written in the stars
Your watery eyes got me simply floating
And my weak heart is swimming with devotion
But in this life, I’ll give it time
Cause it’s always spinnin’ up from behind
It’ll be alright, it will be fine
Cause it’s nothing more than ordinary life
"Goddamn it. Those Originals ruin everything, don’t they? They just have to get in the way of every single goddamn thing." Caroline groaned, running her hands through her hair as she tried to calm down the headache that was currently taking over her head. She needed something. Or else she was going to go crazy. "Liquor store. Good…good. I’m tagging along."
"Party-poopers." Actually, most considered them to be the life of a party. And they could be. When they weren’t busy causing havoc. For a moment, Liv hesitated. This would be the second time since their first meeting that Caroline would see her drink. It hadn’t been that long since last time but… Cooper was dead. Who gave a fuck. "Come along then. I hope your" don’t say vampirism in pubic "condition lets you keep up with me. I drink fast when I’m on a bad day. Plus yours doesn’t seem to be going any better," she added honestly. "Let’s go make something out of this shitty day"
It was a most delightful sensation, to be kissed mindless, to be wanted and seduced by his beloved Livinia. As though from a storm, the fog settled over his mind, forbidding any thought that did not involve those lips he so desperately craved, so loved to have upon his skin, tormenting, skating over his. Yet his senses sharpened, focusing on his beloved. Every pound of her heart, the heat from her skin, the taste of her lips. It was heaven to be surrounded by her, heaven as everything heightened by his vampire nature set the light touch of her fingers like the most intimate caress that parted his lips and urged a soft mumble of pleasure to fall past them. “Livinia,” he moaned, slowly and willingly falling into her trap of seduction, into the role of the seduced. “I cannot think but of wanting you.” He had forgotten what she would have been asking. He moaned with the tug to his bottom lip and eagerly obeyed. There was fervency, the most desperate and hungry kind in his kiss, in the tangle of fingers to her hair, parted lips feasting on hers, determined as the seduced to obey her every order, to give her all the pleasure she sought. “You have won, my love,” he groaned and gave only the briefest of pauses in the pursuit of her kiss. “Give your orders and they shall be obeyed.” Yet that might be difficult, given he had no intention of releasing her from his kiss quite yet.
To be perfectly honest, alcohol had never been much to her liking. It wasn’t that Liv thought herself above legal drugs, she truly wasn’t a fan of the smell. Or taste for that matter. But apparently, once you drowned the first couple shots… well, the burning in your throat quickly became meaningless. And she would be lying if she stated that the buzz that came with it wasn’t something she discovered to enjoy.
There were, obviously, downsides to this whole experiment. For one, she wasn’t necessarily sure of where it was they were exactly. Had Kol mentioned sugar cookies earlier? Her attention spam was short, and in that moment all she could truly focus on was the feel of his muscles against her palms, or the taste of him at the tip of her tongue. “Good,” she murmured against his lips at his confession, lips pressing below his ear. “Because I want you. All the time. Nonstop. Just you.”
Taken by surprise by his kiss, it only seemed to ignite the flame of desire within, and Liv’s lust was unleashed upon him as tongues engaged in a sensual battle. Kol had spoken prior to their kiss, yet she had been far too distracted, watching with heavy lids and light pants as his lips moved so words could be formed.
Liv giggled once, shaking her head, curls bouncing as her grasp at his waist grew tighter. “Maybe we should go home,” the brunette suggested and her mouth hovered over his neck, lips settling and leaving an invisible path along his collarbone. “I could peruse you into taking turns on top with me.” Lips then trailed along his neck, to his jaw and then chin. At last, her lips ghost over his. “Or maybe I’ll just decide to ride you. Like the first time.” So close, she could feel him even though lips did not come to touch. Pulling back slightly so Kol was unable to steal another kiss from her, Liv smirked. “Though I am clearly open for any suggestions you may have.”
How about you take your sweetener and shove it.
Why attempt to form perfection when it was before him, glowing with the passions they shared, with her beauty natural and perfect all could be. She asked nothing of him, tricked him only in the sweetest way into the simplest joys that was early bedding, into watching foolish films. This woman who had so easily stolen heart asked only that he be himself, trusting a man most feared and with good cause. She did not want the power of an original loving her. Livinia simply wanted Kol. That she had.
Brows rose not in surprise but in an expression of helpless, utter love. There were moments when it was impossible to hide such love for her, the depth and strength of her hold on his heart. But, oh, how could he mind? If his siblings were foolish or cruel enough to call upon this supposed weakness, he would care little. Especially as he knew with his heart leading the way that her words were another ways of confessing her love. Beautifully, perfectly, and his hand rested upon her jaw. “I have loved you from the moment we met, and I will until the end of time,” he vowed, sealing the promise with a kiss equally loving and true.
How easy it was to shift from play to loving, from anger to laughter with this woman. Lips still swollen from the assault during the heady moments against the door curved in a broad smile that could only be described as devilish, though it fell away in favor of swallowing that moan, giving his own with the taste of her whimper. Lovely. Oh yes, very much so. What was she— oh yes. “There are thousands of was I plan on pleasuring you,” he murmured and tugged on her bottom lip purely because he knew what it did to her. “Then so many more.”
Yet again before her in the bathroom, all too aware that even the briefest moment of separation was torment. Oddly enough, he felt a bit like a puppy left at home when she was at classes. Whining and crying for her—though tears were not truly shed in favor of plots regarding keeping her home longer. Every moment with her was a treasure. But if he were to be demanded to speak as such in public, a bat may be employed. Just for kicks and, well, swings.
His eyes darkened as they lifted to her, fingers still nimbly releasing the buttons from their loops. Jealousy, possessiveness. “If you were to do so, you would not leave our home,” he warned. This wasn’t to say that he did not like her looking as beautiful as she always was. That was a matter of pride and, after all, it was her body. But any sane man would see her in a man’s shirt, wish if they were attracted to the female species that it was their shirt and, well, that would not do. A contradiction of sorts.
The ferocity of his gaze softened into that flame of desire as fingertips stroked down her bared torso, not yet complete in his task. Lips once more returning to her neck, muscles trembling faintly under her wandering hands. A hum against her flesh, an absent sound of agreement as she spoke. “Then perhaps,” he murmured in that low purr, trailing fingertips upwards, deliberately skating the pads of fingers along her warm skim before nudging the shirt past her shoulders, “I should ease such aches.” A long, slow kiss, his tongue stroking hers lazily. “I will happily wash your back.” Light hands trailed down her back, rounded at her hips to her front, traveling upwards. “And your front.”
The myth of who and what Kol Mikaelson was had been told to her a hundred and one times. At first, yes, they held a certain fascination. Before she met him for herself, before she was given the opportunity to see him with her own set of eyes and withdraw her own conclusions. Once the veil was lifted and Kol was dead
again, not much of her thoughts on him had remained the same. Yes, he was strong, handsome, an Original who aspired respect. Yet he was so much more… human than she had ever expected him to be. His name, the power that it carried meant close to nothing to her. Kol himself meant so much more. He had returned to her, he was currently with her. It was all that mattered. The greatness of his name did nothing except maybe challenge her to be more. In reality that was Kol’s doing. He was great, therefore she aspired to be great as well. Names soon became meaningless. Berenguer and Mikaelson were discarded so that they could be Kol and Liv. At least when they were alone. They had their roles to play beyond those four walls. But that was for others, the public.
Love, there was that word again, rattling her heart, stirring everything she was so set on keeping under control. Of course, by now, Liv had accepted she could control none of it and had begun embracing the reactions Kol could draw from her. Glad to have his lips silence her, Liv kissed him gently, unwilling to play rough when he dared to declare his love for her, a feat she had yet to accomplish.
Eyes narrowed at the Original when mischief filled his gaze. She knew that look well enough to know she would not be given peace. Well, she would, she would simply be pushed to madness first. Hips curled against Kol’s when teeth pulled on her bottom lip. He should know better. “Tease,” the girl groaned, tongue soothing his bite. “One day, I will master this seduction and pleasuring business and I will bring you to your knees.” She hardly meant it. Kol was a thousand years old. Anything she attempted to do to him, others had surely tried before her. A thought that was unwelcome and made her eyes darken before she dismissed it.
Now, of course, it was her who remained under his influence. Kol claimed and often showed his unwillingness to allow Liv to attend classes. There was always a plot, each more tempting than the next to make her stay. She often told him he was ruthless, resourceful and merciless but more often than not, his stubbornness assured her; something Liv was not accustomed to much.
The glint in his eye caused the corner of her mouth to tug upwards, a visible smile of satisfaction now playing at her lips. Jealous, well, maybe. It was hard to convince herself he could be. “I wouldn’t?” she asked. Well, she wouldn’t make it out the house if he were awake, but if she managed to leave for college without waking him… “Is that a challenge?” She was most certainly taking it as one as her lips dragged along Kol’s chin and then jawline. “I can be resourceful.”
"Don’t-" He had to outdo her, lips teasing, tempting her eyes to roll back mere seconds after contact was made. Liv retaliated by biting down on his bare shoulder, a groan of her own bubbling at the back of her throat as he groaned against her flash. "Goddamnit, Kol." He was temptation in the form of a 6 feet something man and muscles and- The haze of lust had thickened enough for her thoughts to no longer make sense. "Mnm, you should," the brunette murmured at the offer of having her aches taken from her, breaths growing heavier at his ministrations. Perhaps this was his intention so she would not noticed she had once again been stripped, and was once more bare before him.
She arched into his touch, whimpering softly when the kiss was given and reciprocated. Savoring it, Liv buried her fingers in his hair, slow strokes of her tongue against his until the strength was mastered to ease back. “And do I get the same pleasure?” she asked, fingertips lightly zigzagging along his back. “Will you allow me to bath you, wash your hair,” Liv whispered into his ear, teeth rasping over his ear. “All the while on your lap?”
If he were not so invested in the advantage taken with her delicious neck, there was a good chance Kol might have given a villainous chuckle. Then again, maybe not, considering that sensual sound given. Gods, he loved to make her moan, to strain that stubbornness to a snapping point until she was ravenous. “How can I argue such an eloquent and perfect reply?” he teased and punished with the tug of her skin with his teeth, deliberately groaning against her neck at the mention of her punishment. Yes, please. “I am a very bad man,” he encouraged and suckled her bottom lip. “Who deserves punishment.”
One of her most magnificent characteristics was her warmth. The satin softness of her warm skin, her breath, her scent. All were welcoming to him. So of course he would press closer, though now his hips ground against hers slowly. Ah, how fun it was to drive both of them insane with the wanting, to battle her stubbornness. “Who said we have to lay in the sheets first?” he murmured, shifting as though to kiss her, flicking the tip of his tongue to her top lip instead. “We could have each other against doors, walls, on the floor.” Each suggestion spoken with a murmur, lips never quite touching hers.
"Mm," he sighed and wrapped his arms around her. For a moment, he was content in this moment of easy warmth, a light kiss pressed to the shell of her ear. "When it is warmer," Kol decided and drew away just enough to smile down at her, "I will show you the delights of making love outdoors."
It was growing progressively harder to resist his touch, specially when he aimed for that sweet spot of hers. Jesus Christ, why did he always have to do that to her? “You’re distracting,” Liv justified when he mocked the quality of her reasoning. “Hush.” And rather then wait for him to obey, her lips collided with his, putting them to a much greater use rather than his teasing. Nails scarred his torso once her hands had crept beneath his shirt. If Kol was set on reducing her to nothing, then Liv would easily become as determined to do the same to him. “And what is it you suggest I do to such a man?” she asked, teeth capturing his earlobe and pulling roughly. “Maybe I could tie him down, forbid him to touch me, make him stay quiet.” Lips brushed where teeth had abused, soothing the bite. “Do you think that may be a good start?”
Liv groaned at him when he pushed his hips into hers. Eyes narrowed, that silent warning sent as nails pressed into his sides. “I did not agree to be seduced,” she pointed out, muscles now tight with desire. “Mnm,” she murmured in agreement, taking a moment to think. “Counters, staircases, the attic, on the roof, by all means.” She was kidding. For the most part.
Surprised that he would settle for her embrace after their games of seduction, it didn’t take her long before she sunk further into Kol’s arms. “Next time,” she promised, smiling as she kissed his jaw. “And if it’s still not warm then, we’ll settle for the dining room table.” Liv’s lips caressed his temple briefly. “If you agree.”