Chapter 20

About last night

Flynn sighed sleepily before opening her eyes. Her first thought was that she felt strange. What had…

"Good morning, love," Klaus' voice suddenly said.

She was immediately fully awake, only to notice that she was in Klaus' bed. Naked. She swallowed as she remembered everything that had happened last night.

"Flynn? Is everything alright?"

She tried her best to stay calm as she looked at him. He was standing in front of his easel, painting.

"What…what are you doing?" she murmured.

"I'm painting you," he replied.

Her eyes widened, quickly she looked down and was relieved to see that the blanket covered the most of her body.

"I'm not painting you naked," he said, clearly amused. "At least not right now."

"Funny," she huffed and got into a sitting position.

She wasn't sure what to say. Obviously they needed to talk about last night, whether she wanted to or not. She still wasn't sure what had happened and she had no idea what would happen now. How did he want to handle this?

"Are you hungry, love?" he asked, keeping his eyes on his painting.

"Yeah," she replied, she really was starving.

"Alright, wait right there," he said and left the room.

She wasn't sure what was going on and she didn't have time to ponder that for long when he returned with a tray.

"Here you are," he said and placed the tray on the bedside table. "Some breakfast."

Her mouth watered as she smelled the fresh waffles. There was also toast, fruits, cheese, eggs and juice on the tray.

"You…made this?" she asked disbelievingly.

He smirked.

"Well, I would love to say yes, but no, sadly I can't cook."

"Right."

She looked at the tray and picked up a grape. He had returned to his painting, so she figured she could eat before they would talk. She wrapped the blanket around her naked body and enjoyed her breakfast. Thankfully she wasn't nauseous at all, she felt… nice.

"These waffles are delicious," she said after a long silence. "Do you want to have a taste?"

"No thank you, love," he replied, he was still concentrated on his painting.

"Okay…"

She finished her breakfast and stood up.

"Um…Have you seen my…?"

He smiled and glanced at her before picking her nightie up.

"Thanks. What about my…?"

His smile turned into a smirk.

"Actually I would like to keep them if you don't mind, love."

She frowned.

"Actually I do mind. Can I have my panties please?"

He chuckled and took them out of his pocket.

"Alright, if you insist."

"Hilarious," she snorted and marched over to him. She took her panties and her nightie and went to the bathroom.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?" she asked after closing the door.

"No, of course not."

"Thanks."

She stood in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection for a while. What had happened last night? She couldn't deny that she was confused. Slowly she touched her belly, praying that she hadn't made a mistake. Her baby's needs needed to come first. Of course she hoped that her son would have a father and she wanted to get along with Klaus, but…

Was she ready for something like this? She didn't want just a physical relationship. Not to mention her hormones scared the hell out of her. She had attacked Klaus' brother for heaven's sake. That couldn't be in any way normal. What if it would happen again? She didn't want to lose control like that. She sighed before she turned around and came face to face with Klaus.

"Geez!" she gasped, she hadn't heard him coming in. "What…what are you doing here?"

He looked at her calmly and smiled.

"Well… I was thinking that we should talk."

"Yeah, I agree, but I would like to take that shower first."

"Yes. May I join you?"

She stared at him for moment before she was able to reply.

"You…what?"

"I would like to join you, love," he repeated calmly.

A flush was rising in her cheeks, she couldn't help it.

"Klaus… I… What happened last night… I don't…"

She felt like an idiot, she had no idea what she was trying to say.

"I understand," he said smiling. "And I'm not proposing anything sexual; I would just like to wash your hair and body."

"Okay… First of all, why and second of all, you don't think that's sexual?"

He seemed more than amused.

"Not really. I can even keep my boxers on if that makes you more comfortable. Also my goal is very innocent; I would like to make you feel pleasant and relaxed."

She had no idea what to say, he had managed to surprise her completely.

"I… I don't know…"

"You can trust me, love. I'll leave immediately if you want me to. Nothing bad will happen to you."

She was very confused, but a part of her was also curious. He stepped in front of her and touched her cheek.

"Trust me."

She looked at him insecurely and finally nodded.

"No sex," she muttered.

"No sex," he confirmed. "I'll leave my boxers on."

"Okay…"

He took a step back and slid the door to the shower open.

"Ladies first."

She glanced at him and suddenly felt a little more confident as she dropped the blanket on the floor. Then she padded over to the shower and started the water before stepping inside. Her heart was beating faster as she stood beneath the spray and stared at the wall, waiting for him to join her. What exactly was she doing? She really didn't know anymore. She heard him stepping inside and sliding the door shut. He was right behind her now.

"So…" he started and picked up the shampoo. "About last night…" He paused and started shampooing her hair. She was surprised to notice that he really seemed to know what he was doing; his touch was gentle and pleasant. Obviously he had done this before.

"I want you to know that it wasn't just sex to me. I care about you, love."

She didn't have a chance to reply as he gently pushed her under the spray and started to scrub her head. She was pretty sure that he did that on purpose. Was he actually concerned that she would reject him? That sounded more than difficult to believe. She had no doubt that he had got used to getting any woman he wanted.

She on the other hand wasn't the kind of woman who immediately caught men's attention. Her mother had been that kind of woman and Flynn really didn't want to be like her. She stayed quiet as Klaus soaped his hands with the shower gel and began to rub her back in slow circles. Flynn pressed her palms against the wall and lowered her head, allowing the water to cascade off her hair and down her back.

"So…" she muttered after a long silence. "What are you suggesting then?"

"Well, that's a little unfair question when you're in front of me like that…"

She turned around and glared at him.

"I'm sorry," he said, managing to look serious. "I would like you to give me chance. I would like you to be mine."

She frowned.

"You mean you want to date me?"

"Well, I don't really fancy that term, but yes, I suppose that's what I mean."

She thought about it for a moment and touched her belly. He was the father of her child and she did want to know him. She wanted her son to have a family. Obviously there were many issues they needed to settle, but she was willing to try this. She owed her son that much.