After Klaus paid he was pulling me out of the restaurant rather fast. Part of me thought he would just take me in the car, right there in the parking lot. The thought excited me and it made me somewhat hard. He opened the door to the back of the car and I crawled in. He followed me and closed the door. A soon as the door closed he was on top of me.
He was kissing me and his hand was already moving down my pants. His hand was fast, but graceful as he began to stroke me. I slid my hands to his butt so I could have a place to put my hands. He moved his lips from mine to my neck and I knew he would leave a mark. His lips felt good though and I didn't have any plans to stop him. My breathing became heavy as he brought me closer to the edge. His lips detached themselves from my neck and moved to mine. He kissed me softly before sliding down.
His mouth replaced his hand moments before I came. I had to wait a few minutes to regain my composure before I changed positions with Klaus "My turn" I say before going to work on him. When he came closer I did the same thing to him as he did to me. After I swallowed he pulled me down to cuddle for a moment.
He smoothed his hand over my back as we laid there. There may not be a lot of room in the back of a car, but we made it work. "We should probably go" Klaus said though he didn't make any sign that he was going to move. We stayed there for a moment longer before I started to get up. I didn't realize how awkward and hard it would be to get out of the backseat.
Klaus was always so graceful though and I have to admit I was somewhat jealous. With a few movements he had us out of the car without the awkwardness I was creating. "Thanks" I say as I walk to my side of the car. He smirks at me before getting in. He starts the car and begins driving to [I am assuming] to his house.
When we get there he shows me some of his paintings. They are amazing. That word doesn't even begin to describe how talented that man is. "What is your favorite thing to paint?" I ask as I look at one he had painted of a horse. "I like painting people. No two are the same, so it presents a whole new challenge."
I look over at him and he is watching me. His eyes are shining as I look at his paintings. From the feeling in the pit of my stomach I could tell this was important for him… also he was nervous. It was cute and made me love the man more. "Did you ever paint your family?" I ask. I look over at him and worry sets into my stomach. I began to fear that I had overstepped my bounds, but he comes over and pulls a painting from the back. On it was a man and a woman.
I automatically recognized the man. It was Elijah, but I didn't know who the woman was. She was tall and elegant. She was beautiful. "That's my mother, Esther and you know Elijah." I smile at him "I can't believe this is a painting. It looks so real." He beams at me. "You don't show these to many people do you?" He shrugs "I don't hide them, but I don't show them off. They are really important to me though."
"Thank you for showing me" I say. I lean over and kiss him softly on the cheek. He sets the painting down and pulls me into his arms "Thank you" he says. I smile "For what?" He looks at me carefully before shrugging "For everything."