OMG! My favourite ff author likes my OS series! Don't bother bringing me down from the 9th cloud that I'm on!
This is another OS which has been lying with me for like forever! I'm posting it, do drop me a line! I'd love to hear from you after a long time.
The smell of the cigarettes that she has smoked earlier clings to her long fingers like second skin as she trails one down his cheek. The assault of sensations at the small touch leave him staggered and his mind goes blank. As the scent again invades his senses, this time the finger tracing his lips, in a moment of insanity he wonders what he is doing with her. She is danger and yet somehow he can't keep himself away from her. He knows he will never be able to as she kisses his jaw with her fingers tracing invisible patterns on his arm.
Elijah and Kol stare at her as she moves around the house almost as if she belongs there.
There is a familiarity in the movements of the beautiful brunette and both the brothers are left marvelling at Klaus' luck. Maybe it has something to do with eyes bluer than the oceans, Kol thinks. Or maybe its the blonde hair and the dimples with the devilish smile of his, Elijah muses.
The girl is exceptionally pretty and so different from the blondes that have previously managed to capture their brothers attention. Her almond shaped hazel eyes speak volumes, in a language that only he seems to understand. Her sarcastic remarks lead Kol to believe she would have been a good companion to Rebekah as he downs a glass of bourbon.
"You are the only person on this planet who has ever put me into a conflict with myself," he says one night running a finger ideally over her spine.
"Really? How?" She asks with a smirk and his heart does a little flip flop inside his chest.
"A part of me wants to run fast and far from you. And there's a part of me that doesn't want to lose the sight of you, ever," he says in a undertone, unleashing a wave of emotions in her. Flipping her onto her back, he plants a kiss on her throat before continuing,"a part of me alerts me that you are a danger and the other one feels safe and content only when with you."
"And I wonder if the way we met is a part of this huge appeal. I mean, its not everyday somebody nicks my wallet and I remain clueless," he says, this time against her cheek.
"And the watch," she adds with a low chuckle.
"Let's not forget the very expensive watch,"he agrees, turning his attention to her neck again. She moans at his attentions before finding her voice again to say, "you didn't notice a thing, admit it."
"I do. And you still haven't given the watch back," he murmurs in a husky voice that does sinful things to her body.
"You don't actually need it and you didn't even ask back for it!' she manages to whisper back.
"Well, it was you who decided kissing me would let you skip jail!" he says against her jaw.
"True. But it was you who pinned me against that wall," she counters back, letting her nails dig in his skin.
"With your permission, though," he smirks at the slight pain as she rakes her fingernails over his shoulderblade.
"Don't leave," he adds, this time looking straight in her eyes and she laughs.
"I'm not joking, little wolf," he again says, this time cupping her cheek for strain.
"You talk too much," she whispers huskily before claiming his mouth as she lets her fingers get a grip on his head.
With a growl of sheer torment, he kisses her back, sending her senses into a frenzy that keeps on climbing. His teeth worry at her lower lips and she responds back with harder nips of her own, that leave him wanting more. A moment later, she winds her long legs around his waist, hooking herself to him and allowing him to love her to ecstasy.
His eyes snap open to bright sunlight and he turns over before extending his arm. He jerks up in surprise when instead of warm skin his fingers hit the cold sheet.
She is gone.
With a handwritten note on the bed weighed down by his oh-so expensive watch.
'Hey. I'll be long gone by the time you read this. You made me happy and the weeks spent with you were the best of my life. But it was a stolen time. Stolen from destiny itself. I'm sure my past would've come back to haunt us both and before anything like that happens I wanted to leave with my head high. The desire would have worn out after some time; your words hit home last night. You are a nice person and I want to thank you. For being kind to me; it was a first. I wish you all the happiness in the world; you deserve every ounce of it. Don't try to find me. I was just a passing ship and you know they don't dock for long. Stay happy, stay safe.'
He falls back to the bed with a sinking feeling in his heart, inhaling the smell of cigarettes and jasmine that she leaves behind, a deep sense of melancholy all around him.
