AU world where everything is Klaroline and nothing hurts. Inspired by a post I saw on Tumblr this afternoon.
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
Caroline let out a heavy sigh as she tried to remain motionless on her stomach. However, it was a hard task to accomplish considering the tickling sensation on her back that caused her to giggle every few minutes uncontrollably.
"Sweetheart," Klaus purred in a scolding tone over her from his position next to her on the bed, the brush he was holding in his hand was pointed at her in a falsely threatening motion. She rolled her eyes at him and tried to focus on not moving as he continued with his progress.
"I can't help it that I'm ticklish and you wanted to use me as a canvas," she said petulantly watching him guide the brush along her back in long strokes as if to punish her for her restlessness.
"I thought you were a fan of modern art," he said teasingly as the brush drew lower on her back to the dip at the base of her spine. She shivered as he dared to go even a little lower.
"Yes art on walls, not on me."
She had been lying on their bed for most of this dreary Monday morning allowing Klaus full artistic license on her body. It had been an idea that struck him a few weeks ago and every time it rained she would lie for hours and allow him to create masterpieces on the smooth expanse of her fair skin. It was a kind of intimacy she had never experienced before with any past lover before. They would talk during those hours of big things and small things. Sometimes he would tell her a story of his time as a human and in return she would share a childhood memory. They were open and raw, exposed to each other in a way that nudity simply did not compare to. They allowed each other in to see the broken parts of their souls, and it made them love each other even more.
After each of these creations, Caroline allowed him to photograph her as he pleased. It was becoming another hobby of his as well. The walls of their studio apartment in Chicago were now lined with color and black and white snapshots that he had taken either candidly or posed of her or them together. He seemed to insist on documenting their lives together through every medium available. After over three decades together she had given up on trying to hang up all of them, and settled for her only her favorites. They were the ones of their first year together so many years ago. Those shots were the most intimate that revealed the first moments of their blossoming love.
Her most beloved of all of them was sitting on their nightstand, a simple black and white shot she had taken of them during their first week after moving to Chicago and unpacking all of their new belongings. She was holding the camera above them and he simply had his arms wrapped around her, his lips firmly attached to her cheek in a gentle kiss. What she loved the most was not the intimacy of the shot, but of the look of pure happiness on her face. It was a glowing smile that showed no signs of desolation, apprehension, or trepidation. It was untroubled and at peace with the way things had turned out. She was in love and it showed through every pore on her body. It was the beginning of what she knew would be an eternity together.
"Are you done yet?" She whined even though she was not really annoyed with his slow pace. She loved the way his eyes would focus in on her; his attention to detail was astounding, as he created the most modern art on her skin within hours.
"Just about," he said as the tip of the brush swirled around a few more times before he got up to set his brushes down along with his pallet on the small table near the large open windows.
"Can I move?" She asked looking up at him through the blonde tresses that started to fall loose from the messy bun atop her head.
"Not yet," he said tauntingly as he sat back down next to her before leaning over her body to blow his cool breathe over her skin. The shock of the wet paint combined with his breath caused her to shiver involuntarily.
"I think this one may be my best yet." His tone was soft, even serene to her sensitive hearing. He leaned down again and kissed her softly at her temple a few times before grabbing the Nikon camera that lay by her head. He took a few snapshots before he grabbed her hand, gently pulling her up to a standing position. Just like the previous times he led her to their large mirror on the other side of them room to see the results of his work. And just like all the previous times, she was again overwhelmed by the image imprinted upon her body. He took a shot of her looking at herself in the mirror suddenly, but she knew that her face would later be frozen in a look of admiration and amusement. Along her right shoulder blade and back was a jewel-toned hummingbird in flight. It looked real enough that it could have been a photograph with Klaus's attention to detail.
"It's perfect," she breathed looking back at him before placing a tender kiss on his full and soft lips. She knew what was coming next as was the tradition every time she became his human canvas and while she was looking forward to a luxurious bath complete with candles, old jazzy tunes, with strawberries and champagne she wanted to keep this image on her body a little while longer as the iconic image had so much meaning to them. She grabbed his roughened hand and led him back to their bed where they shared everything from their food to their bodies and hearts.
"Let's just lay here a little bit longer," she said quietly as she nestled into the pillows facing him. She reached her hand out immediately his entwined with hers, their fingers lacing in an unbreakable bond. Despite the bright sunlight in the room they both fell back asleep wrapped up in each other and a world where nothing outside them had to exist. They had become one again.
I can't believe I was able to write another one in 24 hours. Review my lovelies, xoxox!
