Sun light streamed in through the slightly opened curtain of the bedroom that was all too familiar to her by smell alone. The blond did not dare to open her eyes just yet, wanting –hoping- to keep up the charade of sleep for a few moments longer. Rebekah slowly took in her scenes before even opening her eyes.
Touch.
She could feel her head lay on a strong surface that continued to rise and fall steadily. Smooth skin pressed against her face and hand that lay relaxed on a flat plain. Rebekah's legs were intertwined with the other persons, comfortable where they were. Rebekah had the feeling of her blond hair gently moving with the steady breaths from the other person.
Hear.
The sound of the city alive and well just outside the window not far from them could be heard clearly. A steady breathing could be heard just over her ear and it oddly comforted Rebekah to hear it. Other than the little things, the room was silent.
Taste.
The aftertaste of bourbon was evident on her tongue from the previous night. It was that very taste this morning that made her realize just what had happened. It was in times like this –a celebration or mourning- that they were both weak around each other and as the saying goes; old habits die hard.
Smell.
Musk; a manly scent that was unique to only one man she knew and it was everywhere. The small of liquor in the air helped to solidify her hypothesis of the night's events. There was something else she could smell, and it was something strange to her, but at the same time so common.
Curiosity struck her and she had to know the smell.
Slowly, Rebekah opened her eyes to take in her final sense –Sight.
She was looking down the all too known body of a man looking around the bedroom she knew like the back of her hand. There she saw it –a painting. The acrylic paint was the source of her questioned smell. Rebekah did not need to look up to see the man that the body belonged to, because she knew well who it was. It was him, it was always him. Though they never had actual sex, they were very intimate with one another in a way they only felt safe enough with the other person. She wished, after all this time, she could say she knew better, but he was her weakness, he always had been, for good or for ill. Though they bickered lick children still at times, nights like the previous one and these mornings only proved how close they were.
Slipping from the bed in only a small pair of emerald green boy short underwear and a matching color push up bra, Rebekah walked to the painting unashamed of her immortal body. The painting depicted a woman strewn about on a bed in nearly full darkness, only the light of the moon capturing the color or her golden hair and rich green undergarments. The face was soft and peaceful even somewhat angelic.
As Rebekah admired the paints, she did not hear the man rise from the bed and approach her from behind. Flinching slightly when he gripped her hips she sighed only a moment later, knowing well that only he and she were in the room. She crossed her arms smirking at the photo, "You painted me?" She questioned attempting to mask her pride in the beauty and intimacy of the painting.
"I have painted you dozens of times," He replies resting his head on her shoulder looking over the painting, "You don't like it?" he asks turning his head and kissing her jaw lightly.
Rebekah began smiling at his kiss and sighed, "It is just a shame for you to have done such lovely work and it can never be seen," she replies lightly.
"Why would it never be seen? Why not hang it up right downstairs for all to admire?" He teases moving his arms up and around her stomach, pulling her back to his bare chest.
"Nik!" She chastises lightly hitting his arm, "You made it so obvious it is me! No one can see this," she says smirking almost sadly.
Klaus sighs heavily on her neck and looks back to the painting, "You keep it in your room. If anyone asks, it was done hundreds of years ago… In France," he says smirking.
Rebekah chuckles lightly and nods, "Because it being France makes it normal," she jokes. It was in these moments that they felt almost normal. He held her to him and they joked with light hearted conversation that would never repeat after she left. They were not normal in the way that they were any type of couple, but normal in their own confusing and twisted way of what they had come to think of as 'normal'.
As moments passed, Rebekah began to feel that wave of reality hitting her where she would need to return to her own room and he would dress and then life among others would begin once again. She sighs heavily and walks forward slightly to break from his hold. He does not argue with her as he moves back to his bed and sits on the edge watching her redress in her long black body-hugging dress and moved towards the door. As she goes to turn the handle, Klaus vamps behind her and holds his hand against the door over her shoulder. Rebekah stands still and confused, this was not a part of their routine. His request confused her even more, "Stay, Rebekah,"
She turns and looks to him with an arched brow. Was he serious? He never wanted her to stick around? Feeling nervous from his request, she sighs aloud and begins to roll off excuses, "Nik, I really need to shower, change, do my hair and makeup, then I-"
"Rebekah," He breaths cutting her off from her rant of words.
"Yes?"
"Stay with me –if only for a little while longer,"
Rebekah can see it in the simple way that he can not meet her eyes right now as he asks this of her. He was being vulnerable with her. This was a rare thing for either of her brothers to do, but even more so for Klaus with her. He always tried to be 'the man' with her that he all too often forgot just how much being kind mattered to her.
"Of course, Nik," She says moving to his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Klaus let go of his door and swiftly locked it to ensure no surprises were had. Though it was merely seven in the morning, Klaus was not taking any chances. He pulled from Rebekah's hug and took her hand, leading her back to the bed they were just in. He sat on the side with Rebekah between his legs. He moved his hand to her side under her arm and slowly unzipped the dress till it was undone and he removed it for the second time in twenty-four hours. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to her stomach before swiftly moving her to lay out on the bed. He moves next to her and she instinctively crawls into his embrace. Rebekah kisses his collar bone and sighs, not able to stop the question from coming out, "Why did you want me to stay?"
Klaus paused and leaned down slightly kissing her forehead, "Just because," he replies simply as he enjoyed holding the one woman in his life that he knew in his heart he loved and had vowed to protect.