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Klaus and I were friends for about a year (for the past few months, I'm doubting myself whether I have more than a friend type of feelings). And we share the same special affinity with painting. Klaus' talent had always hypnotised me. When he painted he was truly at peace and I loved it. I admired the way he put so much care in to each brush stroke...

Then I shifted my eyes to my own canvas. Dipping the paint brush in the paint, I gave my finishing touches, before wiping my hands on the cloth. And finally completed it. I stepped back and admired mine for a bit.

Deciding to get a closer look at the masterpiece my friend was creating, I went over to him and wrap my arms around his waist. I had to stand on my toes to be able to see the painting over the shoulder. "It's really beautiful."

He smiled and turned his head to the side to look at me, my eyes quickly falling into his and suddenly got aware that our faces were only centimeters apart. "Did you finish yours?", he asked.

"Yeah. I did.", I replied, getting lost in his ocean blue eyes. "You're not allowed to see it though."

He furrowed his brows. "Well, why not?"

I dropped my voice to a confidential whisper, "It's a secret."

He subtly rolled his eyes and I stepped back, my hands falling to my sides.

To make things a bit more fun,... with confidence, I picked up his brush and dipped it into a random paint.

"What are you doing?", he asked.

"Nothing.", I replied with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"Nothing?", he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I was just going to tell you that you got something wrong.", I answered and he squinted his eyes at me.

"And what's that?"

"This!", I said as I dragged the paint brush down his face, leaving a large red stripe across it.

I backed away, giggling, as his eyes grew wide. He glared at me, barely containing the growing smile. My mischievous soul is somewhat childish, I grant you that. But it keeps me feeling more alive that I could otherwise ever be.

Klaus rushed behind me, his blinding smirk smeared because of his speed. On impulse, I turned to see what he was doing only for my eyes to meet with yellow. I gasped, paint entering your mouth, colouring my teeth as I cringed at the taste. A large stripe of paint worked from the top of my forehead to my chin.

Laughter filled the room. His laughter was so free and pure, so childish despite his years. It came to my ears as a tickle and bounce - and only a rocky heart could do anything but join in such generous mirth. And then the paint war began.

It was going on for a few minutes and his art studio looked like a mess. But we didn't care.

~~~~

I turned the faucet on and rinsed my face thoroughly, taking the paint off. I dried off my face with the towel as I came out of the bathroom.

I entered the art studio again. And that's when I saw Klaus now all cleaned up, in front of my painting, looking at it intently.

My heart began to thump harder. His eyes met mine, and he stated, "You painted me."

I blinked twice or thrice and cleared my throat. "I couldn't decide on what I should paint. And you were there in front of me, painting. So...", I trailed off, not meeting his eyes as Klaus walked out from behind my canvas and walked towards me.

I let my gaze hit the floor before his index finger lifted my chin gently. "Are you sure that's the only reason, love?"

I felt my heart in my throat as I stared at him, his ocean eyes enveloping me. A brief moment of silence passed, our slow breaths mingling with each other's gap between our faces, eyes latched onto one another's.

I didn't know who kissed who. As his lips moved with mine, all I could think about was how Klaus Mikaelson had kissed me, and how that obviously meant he felt the same way and that this was actually happening. Everything felt like a dream, like maybe I had fallen asleep and would wake up at any moment. But I didn't care. All that mattered were his lips on mine and his hands on my body.

He pulled back from the kiss and smiled at me, eyes filled with adoration. My eyes remained close for a moment before opening, our breaths mingling with each other.

"Let me take you out to dinner.", he said, looking into my eyes in an intense way.

My heart instantly paused as I stared into his deep blue eyes, the corners of my lips starting to tug into a small smile. I brushed my palm against his cheek. All this time and suddenly it turns out he had feelings for me. My hands hooked around his neck, resting my forehead against his. Then, I finally released the words. "I would love to."

We gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment, and he pulled me into his arms, our lips colliding again in a hungry demanding kiss. Our lips moved in perfect sync deepening the kiss with every second while our tongues swirled together fighting for dominance.

Our bodies pressed together and it felt as if every cell in my body was coming alive. Many times I had imagined what it would be like to be with him, to kiss him, to feel his lips on mine but this was so much better. His lips were soft and supple, and it appeared as if he had wanted this moment for a long time too.

Klaus' hands slipped down my back, hitching around my thighs a few seconds before he whispered, "Jump". I pushed my legs off the ground and wound around his waist, not quite knowing where he was taking me as he walked, hoping it was the bedroom.

I was right to hope.

We soon tumbled through his bedroom door and then I was gently laid onto his bed. He pulled his shirt off as my eyes roamed over his bare chest. I sat up before starting to lift my own shirt. A split second later the garment was lost, I laid down again.

He knelt on the bed, crawling towards me. The bed sank at his knees and my body thrummed in anticipation.

He lingered over me, eying my body before lowering himself down on me, his lips finding my mouth and kissing me hard. His lips suddenly pulled away from mine as he trailed kisses down my neck, then to my collarbone, then my chest, then my stomach. His lips teased gentle pecks around the waistband of my pants.

He pulled away and his hands slid to my back where he unclasped my bra and discarded it over the side of the bed.

With saint-like patience, his hands slowly moved down over my breasts and then slid down my stomach before finally reaching my pants.

His fingers slid into the waistband as he started to pull them down my legs along with my underwear, my heartbeats now roaring through my eardrums.

As soon as they hit the floor, my hands reached down for the waistband of his jeans, fiddling with the button before hearing the sound of the zipper opening and with a small struggle, they were off along with his boxers.

His body seemed to melt into mine before his lips started to traipse down my body, his soft pecks causing the pit of my stomach to burn. Before I knew it, his lips were kissing my inner thighs and I started to panic.

"Nik--I--um you don't have to do that if you don't want.", I blurted.

His eyes flitted up to mine as a smirk ghosted his swollen lips. "I want to.", he assured, his fingers now gripping my thighs.

"It's just--no one's ever, you know, did that before.", I admitted, shyly.

His pupils seemed to dilate until his ocean eyes were completely black, staring at me as a smirk toyed at his lips."May I be the first then?"

I slowly let my head dip in a nod.

He dived in. And my hands quickly slid into his hair, pulling it as needy moans escaped my lips. The room quickly filled with murmurs of his name.

Almost too soon, his lips started to kiss their way back up to my mouth, meeting me in an appreciative kiss.

Needing more, I pulled his body closer to mine, urging him to take the final step.

He looked at me, looking for the permission in my eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?", he asked

"Yes.", I confirmed with a nod, making him smile.

My hands gripped his body as he started to slowly slip between my legs, a soft whimper escaping my lips as my nails dug into his skin.

He groaned as I slowly started to drag him into me, moans escaping both our lips.

His motions started off slow, but soon he began to speed up, forming a rhythm which caused both of our bodies to vibrate with pleasure. His thrusts began to jolt through my body more and more, my muscles seeming to be tightening around him.

I held onto his biceps and he continued to pound inside me until there was barely a second between each thrusts. His lips crashed against mine drowning my small scream when my orgasm tore through my body and my nails dug into his back, almost drawing blood.

A few thrusts later he reached his final high, riding through both our highs, never stopping or slowing down until we were both finished before collapsing on top of me.

As Klaus slumped to my side, heavy breaths filled the air and then he held me in his arms.

"Are you free tomorrow night?", he asked. "For the dinner, I mean."

My lips coiled into a grin as I nodded, swooping in for a small kiss.

His lips instantly started to curl, as he placed his hand on my jaw, and ran his thumb over my lips. And I leaned forward and planted another soft peck on his lips.

© 2021 socio-kai-path1972

Klaus and I were friends for about a year (for the past few months, I'm doubting myself whether I have more than a friend type of feelings). And we share the same special affinity with painting. Klaus' talent had always hypnotised me. When he painted he was truly at peace and I loved it. I admired the way he put so much care in to each brush stroke...

Then I shifted my eyes to my own canvas. Dipping the paint brush in the paint, I gave my finishing touches, before wiping my hands on the cloth. And finally completed it. I stepped back and admired mine for a bit.

Deciding to get a closer look at the masterpiece my friend was creating, I went over to him and wrap my arms around his waist. I had to stand on my toes to be able to see the painting over the shoulder. "It's really beautiful."

He smiled and turned his head to the side to look at me, my eyes quickly falling into his and suddenly got aware that our faces were only centimeters apart. "Did you finish yours?", he asked.

"Yeah. I did.", I replied, getting lost in his ocean blue eyes. "You're not allowed to see it though."

He furrowed his brows. "Well, why not?"

I dropped my voice to a confidential whisper, "It's a secret."

He subtly rolled his eyes and I stepped back, my hands falling to my sides.

To make things a bit more fun,... with confidence, I picked up his brush and dipped it into a random paint.

"What are you doing?", he asked.

"Nothing.", I replied with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"Nothing?", he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I was just going to tell you that you got something wrong.", I answered and he squinted his eyes at me.

"And what's that?"

"This!", I said as I dragged the paint brush down his face, leaving a large red stripe across it.

I backed away, giggling, as his eyes grew wide. He glared at me, barely containing the growing smile. My mischievous soul is somewhat childish, I grant you that. But it keeps me feeling more alive that I could otherwise ever be.

Klaus rushed behind me, his blinding smirk smeared because of his speed. On impulse, I turned to see what he was doing only for my eyes to meet with yellow. I gasped, paint entering your mouth, colouring my teeth as I cringed at the taste. A large stripe of paint worked from the top of my forehead to my chin.

Laughter filled the room. His laughter was so free and pure, so childish despite his years. It came to my ears as a tickle and bounce - and only a rocky heart could do anything but join in such generous mirth. And then the paint war began.

It was going on for a few minutes and his art studio looked like a mess. But we didn't care.

~~~~

I turned the faucet on and rinsed my face thoroughly, taking the paint off. I dried off my face with the towel as I came out of the bathroom.

I entered the art studio again. And that's when I saw Klaus now all cleaned up, in front of my painting, looking at it intently.

My heart began to thump harder. His eyes met mine, and he stated, "You painted me."

I blinked twice or thrice and cleared my throat. "I couldn't decide on what I should paint. And you were there in front of me, painting. So...", I trailed off, not meeting his eyes as Klaus walked out from behind my canvas and walked towards me.

I let my gaze hit the floor before his index finger lifted my chin gently. "Are you sure that's the only reason, love?"

I felt my heart in my throat as I stared at him, his ocean eyes enveloping me. A brief moment of silence passed, our slow breaths mingling with each other's gap between our faces, eyes latched onto one another's.

I didn't know who kissed who. As his lips moved with mine, all I could think about was how Klaus Mikaelson had kissed me, and how that obviously meant he felt the same way and that this was actually happening. Everything felt like a dream, like maybe I had fallen asleep and would wake up at any moment. But I didn't care. All that mattered were his lips on mine and his hands on my body.

He pulled back from the kiss and smiled at me, eyes filled with adoration. My eyes remained close for a moment before opening, our breaths mingling with each other.

"Let me take you out to dinner.", he said, looking into my eyes in an intense way.

My heart instantly paused as I stared into his deep blue eyes, the corners of my lips starting to tug into a small smile. I brushed my palm against his cheek. All this time and suddenly it turns out he had feelings for me. My hands hooked around his neck, resting my forehead against his. Then, I finally released the words. "I would love to."

We gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment, and he pulled me into his arms, our lips colliding again in a hungry demanding kiss. Our lips moved in perfect sync deepening the kiss with every second while our tongues swirled together fighting for dominance.

Our bodies pressed together and it felt as if every cell in my body was coming alive. Many times I had imagined what it would be like to be with him, to kiss him, to feel his lips on mine but this was so much better. His lips were soft and supple, and it appeared as if he had wanted this moment for a long time too.

Klaus' hands slipped down my back, hitching around my thighs a few seconds before he whispered, "Jump". I pushed my legs off the ground and wound around his waist, not quite knowing where he was taking me as he walked, hoping it was the bedroom.

I was right to hope.

We soon tumbled through his bedroom door and then I was gently laid onto his bed. He pulled his shirt off as my eyes roamed over his bare chest. I sat up before starting to lift my own shirt. A split second later the garment was lost, I laid down again.

He knelt on the bed, crawling towards me. The bed sank at his knees and my body thrummed in anticipation.

He lingered over me, eying my body before lowering himself down on me, his lips finding my mouth and kissing me hard. His lips suddenly pulled away from mine as he trailed kisses down my neck, then to my collarbone, then my chest, then my stomach. His lips teased gentle pecks around the waistband of my pants.

He pulled away and his hands slid to my back where he unclasped my bra and discarded it over the side of the bed.

With saint-like patience, his hands slowly moved down over my breasts and then slid down my stomach before finally reaching my pants.

His fingers slid into the waistband as he started to pull them down my legs along with my underwear, my heartbeats now roaring through my eardrums.

As soon as they hit the floor, my hands reached down for the waistband of his jeans, fiddling with the button before hearing the sound of the zipper opening and with a small struggle, they were off along with his boxers.

His body seemed to melt into mine before his lips started to traipse down my body, his soft pecks causing the pit of my stomach to burn. Before I knew it, his lips were kissing my inner thighs and I started to panic.

"Nik--I--um you don't have to do that if you don't want.", I blurted.

His eyes flitted up to mine as a smirk ghosted his swollen lips. "I want to.", he assured, his fingers now gripping my thighs.

"It's just--no one's ever, you know, did that before.", I admitted, shyly.

His pupils seemed to dilate until his ocean eyes were completely black, staring at me as a smirk toyed at his lips."May I be the first then?"

I slowly let my head dip in a nod.

He dived in. And my hands quickly slid into his hair, pulling it as needy moans escaped my lips. The room quickly filled with murmurs of his name.

Almost too soon, his lips started to kiss their way back up to my mouth, meeting me in an appreciative kiss.

Needing more, I pulled his body closer to mine, urging him to take the final step.

He looked at me, looking for the permission in my eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?", he asked

"Yes.", I confirmed with a nod, making him smile.

My hands gripped his body as he started to slowly slip between my legs, a soft whimper escaping my lips as my nails dug into his skin.

He groaned as I slowly started to drag him into me, moans escaping both our lips.

His motions started off slow, but soon he began to speed up, forming a rhythm which caused both of our bodies to vibrate with pleasure. His thrusts began to jolt through my body more and more, my muscles seeming to be tightening around him.

I held onto his biceps and he continued to pound inside me until there was barely a second between each thrusts. His lips crashed against mine drowning my small scream when my orgasm tore through my body and my nails dug into his back, almost drawing blood.

A few thrusts later he reached his final high, riding through both our highs, never stopping or slowing down until we were both finished before collapsing on top of me.

As Klaus slumped to my side, heavy breaths filled the air and then he held me in his arms.

"Are you free tomorrow night?", he asked. "For the dinner, I mean."

My lips coiled into a grin as I nodded, swooping in for a small kiss.

His lips instantly started to curl, as he placed his hand on my jaw, and ran his thumb over my lips. And I leaned forward and planted another soft peck on his lips.

© 2021 socio-kai-path1972