Building A Castle

Near the end of the week, Hope offered an idea of where they could go next. A place she'd been thinking about on and off since regaining her memories.

Mystic Falls.

Hope neatly tucked her suitcase into the trunk of the car Albus had arranged for them, as she'd also requested they drive and take in the scenery of Virginia.

"I love driving," Hope sighed happily as she shut the trunk, smiling as Albus tossed her the car keys, "it's honestly a bit of freedom I forgot I was missing."

Newt smiled, getting into the passenger seat. "I've never driven before, in all honesty, never needed to. Is it difficult?"

Hope grinned as she slipped into the driver's seat while Albus took the back to himself to stretch out a bit, lowering his hat over his eyes to catch up on some sleep.

He'd better be tired from how hard the surprise fucking he'd given her in the shower that morning. There she'd been, minding her own business, washing her bits when he'd joined and made her forget what year it was.

"Not with some practice, though incompetence can come with all things."

Albus chuckled softly but said nothing as she pulled onto the early morning street and drove for the city's exit.

Sighing softly, Hope rolled down the window and let her hair fly with the warm breeze as they approached the highway. It all looked so different, yet the same. Was it possible to feel nostalgic for something she'd never experienced before?

The highway turned to winding mountain roads, but Hope knew where she was going.

"It should be about a twenty-hour drive, give or take. We can take turns driving if you'd like to try?" She glanced over at Newt with a smile, who nodded enthusiastically.

Despite a sensible breakfast, Hope's stomach began to growl before noon, and Albus (awake from his nap) instructed her to pull over. She did, and soon, they were sitting off the side of the empty highway, their picnic lunch sprawled on the ground on top of a red and white checkered sheet.

Biting into her sweet pickle, Hope nudged Newt and Albus with her toe, smiling when they looked up from their sandwiches. 

"Here's a question," she took another bite of her pickle, "I know specific times when I fell for the both of you. When I knew it was more than a crush. What was yours?"

Newt smiled, a blush crawling up his neck as he took a small bite of his food. A bit of dill remained on his bottom lip that he licked. "Hm, good question." He glanced over at Albus, who was focused on Newt with curiosity.

They all loved each other. That was evident knowledge for them, but they never really talked about the details of it. Call Hope a hopeless romantic, but she wanted to know.

Newt cleared his throat and bit his lip, looking at Albus. "When you invited me in for tea after the Niffler stole the blood pact."

Albus stared at him, eyes widening with bewilderment. "Since then?"

Swallowing hard, Newt nodded with a crooked smile. "It's been a long while…" He trailed off before his eyes landed on Hope. "And uhm…the moment I knew you were more than a crush was when you faced that Boggart. When I thought that you might be very seriously hurt, I…" he swallowed. "Well, the fear I felt for you was the same fear I felt when my suitcase was taken from me, and I know that's love."

Hope's blush flushed her cheeks. Newt wasn't always a man of many words, but the words he did say made her stomach flutter and her chest squeeze. She smiled, biting into her pickle. "Hm, do you remember when you discovered I was part Vampire?"

Newt nodded with a slight frown.

"You told me that what I was didn't change who I was. Despite what I could have done or might have done, you accepted me without question. You were always willing to see the good in me that I still can't always see, and I just knew this would be more…" Her eyes drifted to Albus and grinned. "As for you," she bit her lip, watching his smile grow, "at first, I thought it would have been when you designed a room for me, telling me that when you think of me, you think of moonlight, but that wasn't it. After I had that nightmare of the demon and made that painting, my New Orleans one had been destroyed. The painting that I felt connected to. You fixed it and hung it up without saying a word. You didn't do it to gain favor; you did it because it was important to me. I couldn't help but let my eyes and heart stray after that."

Smiling, Hope nudged Albus' boot. "Your turn."

With a chuckle, he nodded, gazing at her with soft fondness before glancing at Newt. "I'll admit, I always saw you as a wonderful student before I saw you as a wonderful friend, but that changed when…" he trailed off, pursing his lip before continuing, "You came to me from New York after Hope had been retaken by those Poachers and the look in your eyes. The way you needed me it broke something inside me. I had started feeling sensations before that, sure, but it was more a wanting of what you had. Companionship and someone to care for. I lost that person and thought I'd never feel that way again, but I was suddenly faced with a decision. Continue pining or do something about it."

Hope smiled, resting her chin on her knees, watching Albus and Newt look at each other. None of them fell simultaneously, yet they'd fallen all the same.

"What about me?" Hope asked with a grin and twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

Albus turned his thoughtful gaze on her and smiled crookedly.

"I know this may sound cliche, maybe even unreal, but," he paused, biting his lip, "Hope I fell for you the moment I met you."

Hope's little smile fell- she certainly hadn't been expecting.

"I try to have eyes around the castle at all times," Albus admitted sheepishly, "all was calm, and then suddenly, this woman with such fire and passion stumbled beyond its walls. The look in your eyes when you said they'd called you a demon, knowing you'd persevered all that time as a show and an object to many…I fell in love with the woman who stared at the moon with wonder when she thought no one was watching. When you explored the castle in search of whatever your mind and hands could get on and the amount of stress you made me feel with your thirst for truth," he grinned, "I've always been drawn to the type of people who own a room when they walk into it. You have a sparkle I don't see on just anyone."

It was as though the golden strings that tied them together tightened, forming unbreakable bonds at that moment. Confessions of love turned their strings to steel, and Hope would do anything to keep them from rusting.

Newt drove the next bit of traveling, and after a bit of a rough start, he was doing very well on the side of a mountain, no less. However, as darkness descended, they decided to stop and rest for the night.

There were few places to stop, but Hope didn't mind. Instead of searching for miles on nearly empty roads, they pulled off into a flat clearing hidden by a few sparse trees and turned the car into their rest area.

Hope bit her lip as she looked over at them, a slow smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "So…" she tapped her knee, earning raised eyebrows from them, "wanna have sex?"

They chortled with sudden laughter, and Hope couldn't help but join in but smacked Newt's arm. "Is that a no, then?"

He grinned over at her despite his growing blush. "I'd love to have sex with you, Hope Mikaelson."

Laughing, she bit her thumbnail. "Even in a parked car on the side of the road?"

"Especially then." He chuckled.

Albus glanced around them and smiled. "Kind of a tight fit, isn't it?" He chuckled, took out his wand, and tapped the low roof, expanding the interior ten inches. It didn't seem like much, but it felt suddenly much more spacious and still inconspicuous if anyone were to catch them in the act.

"A bit dangerous here, isn't it?" Newt asked, looking around. "What if someone lives nearby?"

"Then I guess they get a free show," Hope smirked, eyeing him, vision already hazy with desire.

Newt laughed, shaking his head, but Hope was already pushing up his shirt. Pulling it over his head, she tossed it to Albus, earning a wink from him. She giggled and moved to straddle Newt's hips from where he sat in the driver's seat, taking his face in her hands and smashing her lips to his.

"I can't recline the seat." Hope breathed against his mouth, glancing at Albus, who sat in the backseat watching them hungrily. 

"Come back here," Albus said, moving himself to the front passenger seat in a wink, and then in the same instance, Newt did the same with them, yet somehow she ended up on her back in the backseat while he hovered above her.

Hope gasped softly, looking up at him in slight bewilderment before he said six words that made her melt into putty.

"Put your hands above your head."

Glancing at Albus, she watched him watch Newt with a new hunger. This side of Newt was rare, but oh, she loved it.

Obeying, she let her hands rest against the door, biting her lip harshly as he began slowly undressing her. With every garment he removed, he littered her body with soft kisses that felt more like butterfly wings against her sensitive skin.

She watched as he traced her perked nipple in a soft circle. That was the thing about Newt; he could be so gentle yet bring out an absolute feral need inside her.

The sound of Albus letting out a strained noise of arousal sent a wave through her pussy, flooding her inner thighs.

Newt removed his pants and remaining clothing, leaving them bare to each other. His gentle hands caressed her knees before carefully pulling them apart. It was still a tight fit in the car, but it was enough to let Newt settle his hips between her legs.

"Don't move your hands." He reminded her with a soft murmur before stroking a finger through her soaked folds, blinking in surprise. "You're already so wet…"

Hope's chest rose and fell, her entire body aching with need. "I-"

Newt tilted his head, stroking her inner thigh. "What do you want, Hope?"

It was like they were the only two people in the car at that moment, a time just for themselves. She loved it when all three had their time together, but this, just she and Newt, was special too. 

"I want you to make love to me…"

Newt leaned down and captured her lips in a tender kiss, their tongues stroking each other as if they were long-lost lovers meeting each other after centuries apart.

His cock spread her, sliding in and out of her with ease, but they didn't rush. Even as Hope felt the pressure building, their breaths became more desperate for air. Newt's hips rolled in perfect measure, hitting spots inside her like a warm caress.

Hope's breath hitched as his pelvis stroked her clit, sending a jolt of electricity through her. His in-and-out rhythm was perfection, as was his soft, breathy whine against her ear.

Newt came first, but feeling his back stiffen and then relax as his cock jolted inside of her was enough to send Hope over the edge. They free-fell together through their orgasms, her hot channel pulsing around his throbbing cock, milking him with need.

Hope's brows scrunched into one of pure pleasure as she sank her nails into his shoulders and clawed down his back, moaning as he sucked her neck.

Still panting, they relaxed their bodies in post-climax bliss, and only when Hope had clarity again did she notice the way Albus watched them. It wasn't the way he had when she screwed Newt in the hotel room.

This was different. It held a separate level of need. Newt saw it, too, and in the next moment, he captured Albus' lips with his own. Fingers caressing his beard and down his shoulders, squeezing lightly.

"Let me please you," Newt whispered softly against his lips.

Albus didn't need to be convinced. He worked with Newt to undress himself, piling the clothes in the driver's seat as Hope pulled herself into a ball so they could have the other half of the backseat. She watched with loving awe as their hands traveled their bodies, mapping every contour and memorizing every detail.

How Newt could still continue, Hope wasn't sure but sighed happily as Newt lifted Albus' ankles to the passenger seat headrest, resting himself between his legs and, like he did with Hope, gazed into his eyes before sealing their lips with a kiss that she could only imagine tasted like mint and honey.

Watching Newt enter Albus, still slicked from Hope's arousal, made a mini orgasm flood down her legs. She moaned, resting her head against the seat, engrossed with the way Newt's hips fluidly thrust into him. His hands rested on either side of Albus' head, their lips still ravenous for each other with each gentle roll of his hips.

Condensation began to fog the windows with the combined breath and sweat heating between them. It was a wonder to watch their faces. Both had an obvious tell when they were close to orgasm. Newt's jaw relaxed and dropped while Albus' jaw tightened as if bracing for impact.

They panted harder, forgetting what their lips were doing, eyes closed as they came shattered. Albus coated himself and Newt with thick ribbons of cum with a low groan. Newt gasped, pressing his forehead against his neck and breathing heavily.

Newt was spent for the time being, and Albus, the way he looked over at Hope, told her they'd have their moment. As Newt moved to the passenger seat, Albus took hold of her ankles and pulled her to him, earning a little giggle from Hope.

Her giggles turned to gasps as he leaned down and buried his bearded mouth between her legs. Hope's fingers threaded into his hair as he lapped her, eating her like a fine dessert meant to be savored.

"Albus." Hope gasped, leaning her head back and holding onto the door handle as he feasted. He worshiped her body, kissing and licking every inch of her until he finally pulled her onto his lap. With his hands on her hips, she realized he'd been waiting until he was hard again to take her for himself.

It was a night of turn-taking and lovemaking. Giving each other individual attention.

Hope shuddered as she sank down on him, taking him in entirely while her hands rested on his shoulders. Gazing into his eyes, she let him move her body, using her own muscles to aid in thrusting down on him.

"I love you, Hope," Albus murmured as she went down again, sweat dripping down her back.

Hope brushed her lips against his. "I love you. Both of you. Always."

"And forever." 

Hope smiled, working with him. Making love to him. In a few short weeks, they'd have less time together. Less time to be themselves with each other, but here, now, this was their world, and no one else mattered.

The three of them together, defying what society deemed appropriate. No matter what others said or thought, at the end of the day, all that mattered was their love for each other.

They'd built a castle around their love, and no one, absolutely no one, could take that from them.