Brooklyn's POV
Bounding down the stairs of the Mikaelson mansion a few days later, purse and keys in hand, I detour to the living room, finding both Niklaus and Elijah lounging; Niklaus drawing on his sketch pad as usual and Elijah reading a book.
"Alright, I'm off. I'll see you guys later." I chirp, ruffling Niklaus' hair and giving him a backwards hug from behind the couch before walking over to Elijah and giving him a peck on the lips.
"Where are you going, love?" Niklaus asks, looking up from his sketch pad.
"Shopping at the mall." I respond, feeling Elijah pull me into his lap, his face digging into the side of my neck.
"Is Rebekah going with you?" Niklaus asks.
"No. Too busy. Terrorizing Caroline at school or something along those lines. Something about a Decades dance and cheer practice." I shrug.
"Take Tony with you then." Niklaus says, his bright blue eyes smoldering into mine with an unreadable expression.
"What!? Why? No. Nik, I'm not taking one of your hybrids with me." I protest.
"Tony won't mind. Think of it as someone to carry all your many bags. And, you know, if the case so calls for it, Tony makes an excellent body guard." Niklaus says persuasively, the second part somewhat offhandedly.
"Uh. Yeah. Haha. No. I don't need a body guard. I'm an Alpha Wolf and an Emrys Witch. What do you think is going to possibly happen at the mall? What, heaven forbid I get a cramp in my leg from walking too much? Or I can't carry my own bags?" I snark, giving Niklaus a glare.
"You do have a habit of handing me all your bags, complaining about your arm tiring or something ridiculous like that, love. But beside the point, I'm not joking, darling. If you remember a certain Salvatore brother tried to poison you not but a few days ago." Niklaus reminds me, holding my glare evenly.
"Yeah, and as I remember they failed at it and you all but blew up the entire fucking town for retribution." I emphasize.
"Despite that I'm not assured they won't try again. You are a target now. And if I know anything about the Salvatore brothers they will do anything to protect their beloved Elena. I'd rather not risk it with you, my precious little wolf." Niklaus points out.
"You're impossible!" I groan. "I'm still not taking Tony. I'm not some priceless, fragile piece of glass you have to protect. I'm fine."
"Now that's where you're wrong, my darling Brooke. You in fact, are priceless, to me. And while you might not be a 'fragile piece of glass', as you put it, since I know you can certainly hold your own, you are still mortal and I would rather not lose my favorite, most precious treasure in the world, besides my family that is." Niklaus says charmingly.
"Oh you're smooth. But it's still not happening, Nik." I snark, scoffing and rolling my eyes at Niklaus' attempt to butter me up.
"And you say I'm the impossible one, love. Brother, certainly you agree with me. Protect your precious mate." Niklaus tries to appeal to Elijah, though it's said in an almost resentful tone, something flashing in his gaze.
"Niklaus has a point, Elskan." Elijah voices, his lips gently placing a kiss to my temple.
"What!? 'Lijah!" I whine, turning to give Elijah a pout.
"The Salvatore brothers, despite the fact they are vastly out of league and then many warnings and chances we have given them, are unpredictable and rash, they will not hesitate to try again. It would be better Astin. We cannot lose you. I cannot, Elskan." Elijah explains, brushing his hand against my cheek tenderly.
"Fine." I grump, throwing my hands up in the air and conceding begrudgingly.
"Good, I'm glad we've-" Niklaus begins smugly, only to be cut off by me.
"But I'm still not taking Tony. If you insist I have a body guard, Elijah you're coming with me. And no, you don't get a say in the matter. And you will carry as many bags as I want you to. And not complain about me dragging you through every store in the mall." I flounce, dragging Elijah up out of the armchair he was sitting in and pulling him with me towards the door.
Elijah gave little resistance, however, so assumingly, tagging along with me to the mall must not be completely awful in his mind and a fair compromised to not taking Tony. Niklaus, however, would be pissed. He hated losing arguments to me or when something didn't go his way and would no doubt sulk and pout for a bit.
"Bye Nik!" I chirp, overly happily, just to piss Niklaus off more.
Hearing a low growl of annoyance from Niklaus, I just smirk to myself, all but skipping to my car, Elijah still in tow.
"I'm driving." I say, coming over to my Hellcat instead of Elijah's BMW or the Escalade.
"Very well, Elskan." Elijah replies, flashing over to open my driver's door for me.
"Always the gentleman." I say, grinning as I press a kiss to his lips before climbing in.
Shopping spree here I come. Poor Elijah didn't know what he was getting himself into.
Browsing through several stores, it wasn't long until Elijah was carrying all my shopping bags (me only about half way to my goal for shopping and spending today), his arm securely placed around my waist in both a protective and possessive manner as we stroll through the mall, indulging my every whim, charging both his and Niklaus' many credit cards.
Standing beside me, Elijah waits patiently as I browse through yet another rack of clothes, this time at Victoria's Secret (one of my personal favorites, besides Buckle Jeans and Forever 21 that is), one hand placed on my hip in a comforting, constant manner, as if reminding himself of my presence and security with him.
Hearing the background music of the store switch, Ed Sheeran's Give Me Love begins playing lightly, absentmindedly I begin to hum, images of the ballroom scene with Elijah flashing through my mind. In hindsight, I questioned how I didn't noticed Elijah's smoldering, lingering, adoring looks and caring, doting nature, even then, when he had known me for but a few hours.
"Elskan." Elijah says, bending his head down to ghost his lips across my neck.
"Hmm?" I ask, turning to look at him, met with a sudden deep, captivating gaze.
"Would you do the honor of dancing with me, my beautiful Astin?" Elijah asks, stepping back and offering me his hand formally.
"Dance? Right here!? What? Why?" I ask, looking at him like he's just lost his mind.
"Yes Elskan. Dance with me. Please." He asks again, his eyes soft.
"Very well. I would love to my good prince." I giggle, placing my hand in his and allowing him to drag me closer to his chest, twirling and swaying with me in the middle of the store.
It was ridiculous of course, slow dancing in the middle of a store, a women's lingerie store nonetheless, but also very romantic, sweet, and downright adorable. Apparently Elijah knew just how to make a girl swoon and fall head over heels for his charm.
"So, are you going to be doing this every time you hear this song?" I tease, looking up at Elijah with a playful expression, resting my chin against his chest.
"Possibly." Elijah smiles down at me softly, his eyes affectionate and his dimples appearing. God he really was inhumanely handsome wasn't he? And sexy. Don't forget sexy.
"I guess this is our song then?" I question, smiling at him in return.
"It seems fitting does it not? Our first dance? Under the chandeliers and lights of the grand ballroom, you were truly radiant, Brooklyn. The most beautiful women I had ever seen in all my centuries of living, Elskan. And in that moment you were in my arms and I knew; I knew I couldn't live without you, that I could never stop trying to be what you wanted, needed, and desired. It was the moment that changed my life forever." Elijah replies, one hand gently caressing my cheek as he continues to gaze at me with the upmost affection and tenderness.
"Hmmm. It's very fitting then." I agree, resting my head against his chest as we move slowly back and forth together, attempting to hide the sudden blush that appeared on my face at Elijah's compliments.
Oh give me love. My, my, my, my, give me love… Give me love like never before. Cause lately I've been craving more. And it's been a while, but I still feel the same. Maybe I should let you go…
"You know, you're kind of a dork." I say a moment later, attempting to have a serious face, but a smile still managing to slip past anyways, despite my efforts.
"Yes, definitely a dork, but a very romantic one. It's sweet. Better not tell your family or anyone else. You might lose your reputation as the big, bad Original. You big softy. Elijah, my big teddy bear and fairy tale prince." I tease fondly, placing a rewarding kiss to his lips, running a hand down his chest lightly.
"Only for you, Elskan." Elijah replies a bit huskily, his brown eyes holding my own.
"Hmm. Such a smooth talker. You know just how to make a girl melt huh?" I tease again, affection still clear in my voice.
"My only wish is to make you happy and show you my affection, Elskan." Elijah responds, resting his head on mine, swaying us lightly back and forth as the Ed Sheeran's voice begins to fade through the speakers.
"Well you don't need to worry, 'Lijah. You do a fine job of that. I am very lucky." I compliment, pressing a light kiss to his lips before placing one to the center of his chest, running a hand along his shoulders.
My, my, my, my, oh give me love. My, my, my, my, oh give me love. My, my, my, my, oh give me love. My, my, my, my, oh give me love. My, my, my, my, oh give me love…
"Alright, can I finish shopping now?" I ask, as we stop swaying together, the song in the store changing into an upbeat pop tune.
"Yes Elskan." Elijah chuckles lightly, pressing a kiss to my crown before releasing me from his hold and allowing me to drag him back over to my bags and the rack I had been browsing through before he interrupted me to dance, his hand instinctively resting on my hip once more.
"Excuse me, miss." An older women says, coming up to me and Elijah a moment later.
"Oh yes. Hello ma'am. Were we bothering you?" I ask sweetly, looking up from the rack.
"Oh no. Not at all dearie. I am with my granddaughter, but I just- I couldn't help but notice you and your fine gentleman. I simply couldn't not say something. It makes my heart happy to see a young love as strong and pure as yours is. You've snagged a good one, sweetie. So polite and chivalrous. You are very lucky to have found someone who loves you as much as he clearly does. Not many get a love like yours. Keep a good hold of him." The older women says, placing a hand on mine, nothing but warmth and old lady gentleness.
"Oh, thank you. That means a lot to us. I am very lucky, I know. And I will." I say, looking at Elijah with affection before turning back to the older lady.
"Well, I didn't mean to intrude on your day together, but I just had to say something. Have a wonderful rest of your day. And I wish you two ever happiness together." She says kindly, smiling once more before wandering off back to her granddaughter.
"That was sweet." I comment, looking at Elijah for his reaction.
"Yes, it was." Elijah replies, his hand tightening a fraction around my hip.
"So I guess I have to keep you around a bit longer. And darn, here I thought I was going to move on to the next suitor knocking at my door once I got bored of you." I tease, patting Elijah's chest lightly.
Hearing a low growl, Elijah's grip tightens again, Elijah suddenly pulling me into his chest, me slamming into his hard chest with a light oof.
"Never. You're mine now. And I will rip anyone who tries to take you from me to pieces and present them to you with their heart on a silver platter." Elijah growls into my ear dominantly.
"You know, you get pretty sexy when you're jealous and possessive. It's kind of hot." I flirt, feeling Elijah's lips and light possessive nips against my neck.
Hearing another low growl, I giggle again, touching his cheek lightly and pulling his face from my neck.
"You have nothing to worry about, okay? I'm yours." I promise, pressing a comforting hand into his face and a kiss to his lip.
"Now, I found what I wanted. So let's go pay for this stuff." I say, giving him a smile.
"Alright, Astin." Elijah responds, placing another kiss to my lips before leading me to the cashier to check out.
So I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure my heart melted in the scene with Elijah and Brooklyn. They are like aldkfjkds perfect and adorable. I ship them so much. Honestly though, I think I made myself jealous of their relationship. I mean that's completely normal right? Being jealous of two fictional character's relationship. Yeah, I thought so too...
Anyways, much love to all,
Polkadottedgiraffe11
Edited 1/2/19
Give Me Love ~ Ed Sheeran