A/N: If you're enjoying the story, please let me know! A favorite is great but a review helps me improve. Like seriously, tell me if I suck. I want to know. I don't want to continue writing if I suck. I usually write in first person so this is kinda strange for me... So please freakin' review! By the way, I try to make all the characters as cannon as possible. I married almost every bachelor, except Fritz (he needs to get his life together) and Kamil (he bores me), so I have a pretty good understanding of their personalities. Also, why aren't there any Mistel fanfictions? He was pretty hilarious to date and marry, and personally I think there should be at least some. I might write one once I'm done with this one, but only if enough people want me to. Though it won't be angst just kinky like that motherfucker is.

Chapter three

Rose's head was spinning, her feet almost tripping over each other as her legs clumsily carried her. It was too early in the afternoon for her to be drunk. It's too early anytime, she thought to herself, farmers don't have the luxury for these kinds of activities. She was afraid she would run into someone, for fear that when she opened her mouth sputters would come from it. Veronica would beat me silly, I'm sure of it.

After leaving Iris's she had peeked out the door, causing Mistel to laugh. She must have been a site to see, an obviously drunk young woman stealthy poking her head out of his door. She nearly tumbled when it opened, as she had put all her weight on the slightly ajar door. Closing the door behind her, she had heard Mistel snort with laughter. Hazily, she looked at Klaus's house. He still wasn't home. That had made her feel happy for about a millisecond, realizing she could take the short way home. Then it dawned upon her. That means I might run into him, and that would be very, very bad.

She now found herself outside of town, near the river with the bridge that led to Fritz and Giorgio's farms. She really didn'twant to run into them. But, lo and behold, things do not always turn out how you would like them to. Fritz was fishing near the bridge. Of course, she thought to herself sarcastically. She tried her very best to be as quiet as a mouse, but her drunken feet betrayed her. She heard a loud 'snap', looking to her feet to see she had broken a branch. Goddess dammit! Fritz turned around at the sound and grinned that stupid grin of his at her. "Hiya, Rose! How ya been?"He reeled in his fishing pole, making his way over to her.

"I-I'm..." she burped, then slurred, "Good! How about 'cha?"

He titled his head, giving her a strange look, "Eh - could be better. Crops aren't doin' so well. Speakin' of well, you don't look too good yourself!"

"Ahh, Fritz," she giggled, pinching his cheek. "You're so cute! Look at all them freckles! Just adorable." She started laughing loudly, now realizing just how drunk she really was.

"Er, thanks Rose... I guess." He gave her a sidelong look. "You smell sorta funny, and you've been actin' all weird. Are you...drunk?!"

"Just a teensy, insy bit," she laughed. "But please don't tell anyone! I donwanna anyone thinkin' lower of me, y'know?

"Fine! But get'cha self home, right now!" Fritz scolding her was a first.

"Fine, fine. Don't'cha loose any of those freckles, though, ya hear!" Rose called towards Fritz, who had already gone back to fishing. She saw him blush out of the corner of her eye.

"I hear ya! Now scat!"

Well, that could've gone a lot worse, she happily thought, stumbling her way up the mountain trail. Before she even knew it she found herself at the top of the mountain, her home now only minutes away. Almost home now, not much longer. I'm in the home stretch. Rose saw someone near the large tree that was next to her farm entrance. Her vision was quite blurred, as it took her a moment to realize who it was. The only person I really didn't want to run into.

Klaus was on one knee, examining a flower. She thought that if she was stealthy enough that he might not even see her. Or she could hide in the bushes until he left, but both options seemed like a long shot. She decided she was going to walk right past him, wishfully hoping he would be too absorbed in the flower to notice her. Once again, she was wrong. She was almost at her farm when she broke another branch. Stupid frickin' feet.

Klaus stood up, wiped off his slacks, and turned toward her. He looked more surprised and uncomfortable than she would have expected. "Hello, Rose. May I have a moment with you?"

She gave him a crooked grin, seductively slurring, "Anything for you, handsome."

Blushing slightly, he took a step closer, smelling her and taking in her demeanor. "Are you...drunk? At this time of day? You know you're not twenty-one yet, who gave you alcohol?" She noticed he looked annoyed and slightly angry.

"Iris, but-"

"No buts, young lady! What were you thinking? You have work you need to do. I'm going to have to talk to Iris about this. But, for now, you need go home before anyone sees you." He gently put his hand on her shoulder, guiding her towards her farm. "And here I was, waiting for you to come back to apologize for my inappropriate behavior. Tsk, maybe you should be the one apologizing."

Almost at her house, she looked up to him, saying in a desperate tone, "Klaus, I am so, so sorry again."

He gave her a quizzical look, slightly tilting his head. "For what, being drunk? You should apologize to yourself, not me."

"No! Not that, you fool!" she shouted slightly. They were at her door now and she turned to him, sputtering, "About...leading you on. I didn't mean to—or at least I hadn't thought I meant to-"

He cut her off, saying, "Please, do not give it another thought. I'm rather embarrassed myself, but I will wait to say my apologizes when I know you will remember them." He opened the door for her. "Now, come on. Go inside."

"Will you stay with me, if only for a couple minutes?" she pleaded, heading inside.

"Fine," he sighed, "but only to make sure that you get in bed. Now, get!" He gestured toward her bed. Rose ran over to it, plopping down and pulling the covers clumsily up to her face.

"Klaus, come lay with me!" she laughed. Just how drunk am I?

"I'm afraid I can't, my dear Rose. You are far too drunk, and that would be very inappropriate."

"Oh.." She pouted. "So you don't think I'm beautiful?"

He was now standing at her bedside, and she saw him put a hand across his face in a vain attempt to conceal his blush. "Of course I do, Rose. I am not blind, after all."

Rose's cheeks were already red from the wine, but now they were ablaze. "Then come lay with me, I promise to keep my hands to myself," she swore, a hand over her chest.

"I may take you up on that offer one day," he huskily said, leaning in close to her face and staring into her dazed eyes. "But, I'm afraid, I won't be able to make the same promise."

He stood up straight, his expression now neutral. "I'll be taking my leave now, if that's quite alright. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call. And I hope I never have to see you so intoxicated again." He then turned on his heel and left, softly closing the door behind him and leaving Rose all alone.

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Klaus softly closed Rose's door, stopping to stand in front of it. He needed a moment to ponder about what had just taken place. He felt angry, annoyed, and...slightly aroused. He had been waiting to see more of this side of her, but it didn't feel quite right. He didn't like seeing her like that, inebriated beyond control. She could hardly walk! And she wanted me in bed with her... and drunken words are sober thoughts. It had been a good thing he had some self control left, too, because otherwise he would have happily obliged; making no promises to keep his hands to himself. If it had been ten years earlier, I would have done it without a second thought.

But it wasn't ten years earlier, and he had changed. He aspired to be everything he was not when he was younger, but it couldn't help but to slip out every once in awhile. He thought to what he said to Rose about taking her up on her offer, and hoped she was drunk enough to not remember it. It was very, very inappropriate, and he should have known better at his age not to say such things to a young lady; especially a drunken one.

He started his long walk back to his house, not sure if he should go to Iris's instead. He was done with admiring the beauty of nature today. He had admired enough beauty today as is. He couldn't lie to himself, he had enjoyed Rose's intoxicated state a little. Her eyes had held a mischievous glint in them when she looked at him, even if they were a little hazy. She had more sass in her stance, more confidence. Anything for you, handsome. She had told him. Anything? He had thought when she said it, thinking about her in compromising positions. He had cringed inwardly, She is just a child! And you are a disgusting pervert. She is not your Lolita.

At the time she sure did act like it, though. He couldn't help but think that if he had lay with her that in her drunken state she wouldn't be able to keep her own promise. When he had looked in her eyes he not only saw mischief, but desire. Did perhaps she want him, as much as he wanted her? The thought filled him with joy, quickly dissolving into self loathing.

Even if she does feel the same, she is still far too young. Fourteen years. By the time he was fourteen he had already gone to second base with multiple girls, third base shortly following one year later. He knew she had some spark in her, but surely she had to be more innocent than he had been at her age. He had lost his virginity at the age of seventeen and ever since had been with more girls than he wished to recall. Presently, though, it had been many years since he last had a woman. Surely Rose was still virtuous? He had a feeling she was. Although she had a maturity to her, she blushed far too often to still be a virgin. It would have been much easier on Klaus if he knew she wasn't at least all virtuous. That way he wouldn't have to think himself such a pervert.

He couldn't help himself at night while laying in his bed, thinking about her in her own. He thought about what she might wear to sleep. A night shirt, maybe? Or perhaps a nightgown? Or maybe she doesn't wear anything at all. He would then always catch himself imagining her laying nude in bed, how perfect her porcelain breasts must look, wishing he could admire all her curves; wanting to kiss every inch of her. He would always stop the thought there, feeling himself begin to stiffen. He had already felt perverted enough thinking about what she looked like nude, he did not want his thoughts to drift any further. He also didn't want to make himself too aroused, he wasn't a masochist, and the thought of him touching himself to her made him feel disgusted. So almost every night he fell asleep disgusted in himself and uncomfortably aroused.

He now found himself at the western side of Oak Tree town where he resided. He again thought about going to see Iris. He wanted to give her a piece of his mind for letting Rose get so drunk, especially in the middle of the day. He pulled his pocket watch out of his waist-coat, checking the time. It was four o'clock, and whether Iris was on a break or not he was determined to talk to her.

As he pulled open the door to the antique shop Mistel greeted him, "Hello, Klaus. How are you on this very fine day?"

"I'm here to see Iris, as you very well know," he said through clenched teeth. "Where is she?"

"Just waking up from her nap, I believe. Have you seen Rose today? She's acting rather strangely." He could tell Mistel had been trying to keep his expression neutral, but a small smirk escaped.

"You very well know I have seen Rose today," Klaus growled, glaring at him. "I'm not too pleased with you, either."

"I try my best to stay out of the ladies' affairs." Mistel beamed, lying through his teeth. He had heard every single thing his sister and Rose had said. The walls were rather thin.

"I'm sure you do." Klaus frowned, running up the stairs to their apartment. When he mounted the last step he saw Iris, lounging on one of her sofas.

"Iris," Klaus growled. She jumped a little, startled, then turned her head to look at him.

"For what do I owe the honor? Were we supposed to meet for drinks?"

"No, Iris, I think you very well know why I am here."

"Oh. Well, come, sit down." She lifted her legs from the couch, scooting over and patting the seat next to her.

Reluctantly, he sat down. "Iris, what have you done?"

Her eyes widened in shock. "What have I done? What have you done?"

"What are you talking about, Iris?"

"Well, why do you think Rose was so intoxicated?" she asked, glaring intensely at him.

"Why? Because you are a bad influence, that's why!"

"Wrong! As always," she sang, smirking. "Rose told me all about what you said to her earlier."

"Everything?" His attitude quickly changed from angry to embarrassed.

"Just about." She winked, obviously still a little drunk. "You have been a very naughty boy."

You have no idea. "So you are saying she drank that much because I made her uncomfortable?"

"On the contrary, she drank so much because she needed to calm her nerves. Apparently you make her very nervous." She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm assuming you mean nervous in a good way."

"Yes, of course in a good way. I think she may have a little crush on you," Iris lied, very well knowing that Rose had a crush on him.

"Don't be ridiculous. There are many other bachelors in town more suitable for her." He narrowed his eyes at her.

"Oh, like Raeger?"

"Goddess, no. Not him. He is far too promiscuous for her. She deserves better."

Iris thought for a moment, then grinned from ear to ear. "Mistel, maybe, then?"

"I don't think he's her type..."

"Oh, hehe. You know her type now, do you?"

Her glared at her again. "...No."

"Then all that leaves is Fritz. Being farmers and all I think they would make quite a cute redheaded couple," Iris said seriously, trying her best not to laugh.

"He can hardly keep his head on his shoulders! She deserves someone who will treat her like a princess."

"Well, then, that only leaves you."

"Me?" he squeaked. "I am far too old for her, and she is far too beautiful."

"Age is but a number," Iris mused. "...But, did I just hear you call her beautiful?"

"I am not blind, Iris. She is obviously a very attractive young woman."

"Then go for it! Don't be the foolish old man you think yourself to be."

"She deserves better than me, as well..." he whispered, adverting his eyes as he felt his face twist into a scowl.

"Please, Klaus," Iris started seriously. "I may not know what troubles you have had in the past, but I do know you are a changed man. It does no good to fret upon which cannot be altered."

"Even so-"

"Even so nothing! Just answer me this," she said, grinning. "You desire her, don't you?"

"Iris! Please! She is a child."

"She is less than a child then you think she is. You should have heard the things she was saying about you."

"Oh?" His interest was now peaked. "What did she say?"

"A lady never tells," she said frankly, smirking mischievously. "But you do desire her, no?"

"Don't say such crude things, Iris. That is hardly any of your business." He had had enough of this conversation. "Please do not let her drink that much again. I'll be taking my leave now. Goodbye, Iris."

He was halfway down the stairs when he heard her sing, "She desires you, you know!" He said farewell to Mistel, who had been smirking his mischievous smile. He had obviously heard, and was pleased that he had heard not one, but two interesting conversations that day. Klaus closed their door, and went home.

After all that had conspired today he decided he would consume himself in his work, hoping that would distract him from the day's events. His head felt clouded, but he knew eventually he would need to evaluate everything that had happened. Working on his scents was the best way to procrastinate, and he decided he would mull everything over later when his head cleared up.

That night he fell asleep disgusted in himself, and uncomfortably aroused.