Prompt: "Why didn't you tell me that you got staked?""Sorry, I was kind of enjoying our kiss there. Slipped my mind." Klaroline AU
The warm breeze stirs the curtains to their room gently; the sounds of a raucous party filtering in off the street. New Orleans was always humid around this time of year, and even though she's lying on the sumptuous bed clad only in a bra and panties and a thin t shirt, she can still feel the sweat clinging to her skin.
The fan whirls slowly overhead as she fans herself, kicking away the sheets before swinging herself out of bed, stalking over to the window.
It's tempting, to go out there and join the party. Lord knows it would be where Kol and Rebekah are right now; both of them feeding off the many tourists that came to New Orleans this time of the year.
She had no idea where Klaus was. It was rare that he told her where he was going, and she'd learned not to ask questions that she didn't want to know the answers to.
It hadn't been an easy decision, joining Klaus in New Orleans. In fact, it felt like she'd been everywhere but New Orleans in the fifty or so years it had taken for her to finally step into the limits of the city.
She didn't regret the time it had taken for her to make the decision, although she'd been frightened, that Klaus would turn her away, that he'd grown tired of waiting and that he'd found someone else to replace her.
In the end, it had been Kol that had found her, staring down into her glass of bourbon as she tried to pluck up the courage to ask after Klaus.
"He knows that you're here, you know." Kol had begun conversationally, swiping her glass from under her nose and taking a long swig. "He's waiting for you."
"I'm frightened." She admits to the much older vampire, who says nothing, instead motioning for the bartender to pour her another drink.
"I don't blame you. We're not exactly the most harmonious of families. But he will protect you with his life."
The sound of a door opening interrupts her train of thoughts and she turns from the window.
Klaus slips through the doorway, a tired smile thrown in her direction. He crosses the distance between them, cupping her face between his hands and pressing his lips to hers.
She melts into the kiss, hands slipping down his chest, gripping his waist as she pulls him closer.
"Not that I object to the greeting, but what's gotten into you?" She asks playfully, as he presses his forehead against hers.
"I'm just happy to see you." He replies quietly. He fingers the fabric of his shirt, a smile playing at his lips. "This looks familiar." He remarks teasingly.
She helps him pull his own shirt over his head, eyes widening at the ring of blood close to his heart.
"What the hell!" She pushes on his chest, causing him to stumble back a step or two. "Why didn't you tell me you'd been staked?"
Klaus glances down at his chest with a frown.
"Oh right. A young vampire who wasn't aware that wooden stakes can't kill me. He missed by the way, about an inch to the left too far."
He rubs at the now dried blood, and it's only now that he has his shirt off that she can see more blood running down his arms.
"I assume you took care of it?" She asks, running a finger down his chest. His muscles twitch under her touch as he draws her into the circle of his arms.
"Of course." He replies.
She stands up on tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
"Good. Now come to bed."