You make me smile, please stay for a while now.
Klaus watches Stefan mull around the room, digging through piles of books and junk. The vampire has been at it for close to an hour, but the other man has said nothing. Not even when Stefan starts going through piles for the third time. He's content to just sit back and watch Stefan throw the room into even further chaos. At first he'd wondered just what it was that the vampire was so fervently searching for, but when his first few enquiries had been completely ignored, he'd resorted to just observing.
"Finally," Stefan mutters as he produces a leather bound book.
"And what entertainment do we have here?" Klaus asks, and immediately he's holding the book in his hands and is stretched back out on the bed. Stefan blinks and wonders how on earth it'd all happened so very fast, then glares at Klaus as the hybrid flips the book open and says at long last, "Ah, I see. Taking a stroll down memory lane, are we, ripper?"
Walking over, Stefan snatches the book from him. Or, rather, attempts to. Instead he comes away with air and the hybrid all but giggles at him. Glaring, the brooding vampire replies, "If you're intent on not telling me what happened in the 20's I intend to find out on my own."
"Sorry, love, but I don't think you wrote this one down in your diary," Klaus says, moving the book out of Stefan's reach and ending up with a lapful of vampire as he topples over and falls onto the blonde. "I'm surprised you found time to document any of the terrible things you were doing in those days."
"I didn't write very much," Stefan replies, rolling off Klaus and glaring at his bright-eyed lover. "But the important things I still managed to pen."
"Dear Diary," Klaus announces in a rather poor mimic of Stefan's accent, "today I fear I'm walking rather strange."
The lack of blood pumping through his system prevents the sudden rush of colour to Stefan's cheeks, and for once he's glad of it. The embarrassment floods up through him as he registers Klaus' words and processes them properly. Klaus drops the book and rolls on top of Stefan, pinning him to the bed and smiling like a devil. "Dear Diary, last night was the best night of my life."
"You're a child," Stefan tells him dryly, attempting to escape the hybrid, but Klaus just plonks himself down so he's straddling the vampire and beams like a fool.
"I wish I could see him again. I've never felt so wonderful."
Reaching out, Stefan grabs the front of Klaus' shirt and yanks him down into a rough kiss, effectively silencing him. The book tumbles from the bed and hits the ground, but neither of them seem to care or even notice. Stefan is quite aware of the fact his lips are the only things preventing further ridicule, and he has no intention of removing them to unleash the onslaught.
Klaus, on the other hand, rests one powerful hand on Stefan's chest and sits up with a grin. Immediately, the other man knows he's in for another round and holds up a single finger to silence Klaus. "You kept the suit."
The hybrid frowns. Realisation abruptly hits and blooms onto his face, followed by a snarl. "Don't."
"We had sex and you kept my suit afterwards."
"Be glad I didn't make you leave the room naked," Klaus snaps petulantly.
"What did I leave in, then?"
"If you must know, I gifted you something of my own. We couldn't find your bloody suit."
"But you did," Stefan continues, "eventually."
"It was on a lamp in the entryway," Klaus mutters, then pauses and considers something before adding, "Most of it."
"And you kept it."
Klaus narrows his eyes, but Stefan doesn't relent. Then, abruptly, something changes in Klaus' face. "I had intended to give it back. But...Mikael interfered. I didn't have the opportunity."
They watch each other in silence as Stefan considers this, trying to sort it out in his head amongst the facts. Then, at last, he smiles. "You kept it."
"It was all I had," Klaus replies, then finds his lips otherwise occupied. Stefan deepens the kiss, running his hands up under Klaus' shirt and across the bare, taut skin of his chest.
Privately, he considers the words again, then internalises a wave of sadness. It was all I had.
So...this happened. I don't even know. I'm sorry. I couldn't stop myself and there it was. 730 words of pure foolishness. I haven't even read it twice because I know I'll regret it.
