SWEET KISSES FROM RUSSIA
Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe
Caroline & Klaus
Elijah & Katherine
From: Lovely Vero
Chapter 4
"Two fiancees for two Originals"
Previously on Sweet Kisses from Russia
(…)
Elijah … Her blurry mind had the time to realized while fixating her sight on him. He was standing straight as an "I", while wearing a superior quality two pieces, black suit, both of his hands in his trouser pockets, his tie unknot, with two of the first buttons of his man shirt opened on his chest. He was without a single doubt, the most handsome man that Katerina have ever had the chance to meet in all her life.
"I…" She only had the time to mumbled, before feeling the heaviness of her eyelids, and an intense fog wrapping every of her thoughts.
"Katerina" She heard once more, in a louder tone of voice, before falling into unconsciousness, with the last and only notion of her body being held by two strong pair of arms.
Katerina sighed while turning her body, from left to right, on the comfortable mattress, with her head still heavy on the soft pillow, from too many hours of sleep. She let her body take time to enjoy a few extra minutes of peacefulness, while lying under the silk bed sheet and comforter. She smiled before thinking in the fogginess of her mind that she had never slept so long and so well in her entire life.
Her eyelids slowly opened under a blurry vision. She blinked several times before finally seeing a male figure sitting on the bench in front of the bay window.
"Where am I?" She mumbled in a low whisper, while suddenly strengthening her upper body in a sitting position, taken into a moment of panic, both of her hands holding her head under a light slenderness on her temples.
"London, England" She heard him respond to her, while seeing the man rise on his feet and approaching her own position on the bed.
All of her memories rushed back to her like a boomerang….Elijah Mikaelson, no, more: Duke Elijah Mikaelson, the man that she was supposed to marry, was now standing beside the bed, her bed, in her new suit, in her new luxurious English Manor.
"What happened?" She asked some more in her Russian natal language.
"You fainted, Katerina." Elijah responded, in English, while handing her a porcelain cup.
"What is it?" She asked, fearful.
"Nothing with drugs in it, I can assure you, if this is what you are worrying about." He added, with a smirk curving the right side of his lips. "It's perfectly safe, it's chamomile."
She raised the sheet on her chest, before grabbing the cup with both hands, nodding her head in a thankful manner, her lips slowly touching the warm and suiting liquid, between a few glances toward Elijah.
"You're taller than I firstly thought?" She said, in her bluntly manner.
"Is that a problem?" Elijah smirked through his answer to her.
"It's just an ascertainment." She shrugged, while sipping her chamomile.
"Unfortunately, my dear, I can't shrink." He replied, highly amused, while crossing his arms over his chest.
"You won't have too, I'll buy higher heels." She replied, with the most logical thought that came out of her mind.
Elijah stood speechless in front of Katerina, while shaking his head.
"I want to be equal to you." She explained more, while raising her sight at him. "In my head I'll be able to reach it that way, at least by being the same height that you are."
"And you think that highefr heels will make you reach that goal of being my equal?" Elijah asked, while shaking his head more dumfounded than ever, before raising his right hand over his mouth to hide his sudden amusement … She was too adorable.
"No, I am not stupid, and neither a feminist." Katerina added, firmly. "This marriage is already diminishing my rights, because of this contract between us. I just need to find a way to stand by your side while raising my head high."
"And you'll reach this goal with high heels?" Elijah repeated, while raising one of his eyebrows.
"For the time being, yes, I will." She replied, shamelessly.
"Well…We'll surely discuss that… unexpected subject, later." He ended it. "You gave us quite a scare, Katerina." Elijah added in a subtle change of conversation, while nodding his head.
"You gave "us"? You mean?" She asked, surprised.
"You sister, Maria …" He listed, before adding, while drowning his sight in her. "…Me."
"I'm sorry." She replied, before blushing and slowly turning her torso to drop the empty cup on the right side bed table. "Who…" She started asking, while lowering her hands on her nightgown.
"Maria" He guessed the question, before giving her the answer. "She undressed you of your previous clothes, and dressed you with the nightgown that you're wearing now."
"It's not mine." She wondered, while touching the silkiness and lustfulness of the fabric.
"No, it's not." Elijah replied, before adding. "I took the liberty of buying a few clothes before your arrival."
"How…" She started again.
"Did I know your measurements?" He smiled. "I had all the information needed in the agency file." He informed.
"Of course you did." She replied, while rolling her eyes.
Katerina glanced at him for a few seconds, while grabbing the matching silk gown that was lying at the foot of the bed, before dressing herself with the sumptuous fabric.
"I'm not an orphan without clothes, you know, I have everything I need in my suitcase." She replied, slyly, to him, while pushing the comforter and sheet away from her body
"Nothing was intended as disrespect, Katerina." Elijah replied, while frowning. "Your suitcase and backpack were still locked and placed near the walk-in. I gave an order to Maria, asking her to wait for your approval before opening them and placing your personal belongings in the closet. If I hurt your feelings, I'm deeply sorry."
"Oh….No…I…" She mumbled the sound, while blushing and shrugging her shoulders. "Thank you." She finally added, while rising on her two legs, before suddenly losing her balance.
"Be careful" He warned, while approaching her, before sliding both of his hands around her waist, to help her keep a good balance. "You've already fainted once; let's try to not repeat this event. Just breathe slowly." He added to Katerina, his chin placed above her head, the warm of his breath caressing her hair.
"I fainted?" She demanded, while slowly feeling the blood circulation coming back into her legs and cheeks, the last two mostly caused by his too closed proximity. His hands were burning the skin of her waist through the silk fabric. She stepped away from Elijah, before closing very tightly, the silk belt of her dressing gown.
"Yes, I took the decision of calling the doctor." Elijah started explaining.
"A doctor came?" She said in shock. "Why? It was unnecessary."
"I had no way of knowing if your health condition was serious or not. I took the only logical next step, Katerina." He explained, calmly, to her.
"It wasn't serious, I fainted simply because… because I was stupid. I hadn't eaten for almost two days." She shrugged, while placing herself in front of the bay window. "I was worried about my sister faith in your brother's hands."
"So that would be the reason? Nevertheless, you fainted and then you came back to awareness for a few seconds, before drifting into unconsciousness again." Elijah explained some more, while suddenly smiling and sliding his fiery side on her feminine curves.
She was placed in front of the opened curtains window, and with the help of a few rays of sunshine entering the suite, Elijah was able to see through the silk fabric.
"I explained to the doctor that the simple sight of me may have been the reason that you've fainted." He informed her.
"What?" She exclaimed in shock, while turning on herself in shock, before pointing an accusatory finger at him. "This is…This is simply not true. I would never faint at the sight of a man … You're not God!"
"Well, I'm certainly not God." He mocked, before adding. "But, you are certainly the first woman that literally fainted at my sight … Would you say that it was physical attraction at first sight?" He asked more.
Katerina blushed, the hundred shades of red, before lowering her sight away from his.
"It was not the reason." She mumbled, angrily, between her teeth.
Elijah smirked, before reaching her standing position, raising her chin with the help of his right hand, while forcing her to drown her sight in his.
"You're joking about this, aren't you?" She said, while finally noticing his twisted smile on the left corner of his lips.
"Katerina, I don't have the pretention to think that a woman could actually faint at my sight only, give me a little bit more credit than that, would you?" He replied, while slowly caressing the skin of her left cheek with the tip of his thumb, leaving a trail of delightful shivers in her spine. "But the thought of it, has certainly bailed my ego." He added, while smirking, and turning on himself, before sliding both of his hands in his pants' pockets.
"Not like you would need an extra boost in your oversized ego." She mumbled, to herself, in a low whisper, while rolling her eyes.
"What did you just say?" He asked, while turning his sight at her.
"Nothing…" She replied, while blushing.
"You like a good joust, don't you?" Elijah asked more, amused, while crossing his arms over his chest.
"I won't silence myself if this is what you're asking." She finally replied, while shrugging her shoulders.
"Please don't, stay as you are, beautiful Katerina … You are certainly enlightening my days, which I can assure you, not a lot of people are able to even come close to do." He said, before adding. "You fainted because of exhaustion and bad nutrition. I want a woman at my side that will be in good health."
"I'm sorry … It won't happen again." She replied, while shaking her head. "I know you want the merchandise to be in good condition." She added.
"Who are you calling the merchandise?" Elijah asked, in shock, while narrowing his sight on her. "I don't want to hear that again in your mouth, am I enough clear to you, Katerina?"
"Crystal" She replied, while crossing her arms in front of her chest, in a pouting gesture, before raising her chin at him. "Acting as a true boss much?"
"Most of the time, yes, very much, do you have something against it?" He asked her, while putting both of his closed fists on each side of his waist.
"I'll deal with it." She replied, while shrugging her shoulders. "And I'll take care of myself."
"Good." He simply replied, before adding. "I'll let you eat and get dress, and then if you could meet me in my study, downstairs, I would like to review the conditions of our contract at your earliest convenience."
"What do you mean review the conditions? I thought everything was clear between the parties and the agency?" She asked, suddenly worried.
Elijah took slow, calculated, walking steps to reach Katerina's standing position. He slowly slide a hand around her waist, while pulling her trembling body in a close proximity of his chest, before lowering his head near hers.
"There is always the condition of the new pairs of high heels shoes." He gently mocked, while slowly kissing Katerina's left cheek, leaving a trail of fire on her skin.
A discreet knock on the suit door, made them turn their heads simultaneously toward the entrance, before stepping back from their embrace.
"Madam, Mister Mikaelson." Maria saluted verbally while nodding her head, before closing the suit door behind her, a silver tray of foods in her hands.
"Maria brought you a light lunch; I'll see you later, Katerina." Elijah informed her, before directing his walking pace toward the door. "Thank you Maria, It smells divine." He added, while addressing a polite smile to the governess, before leaving the suite.
Maria walked toward the table, before lowering the tray on its wood.
"I hope this light lunch will be at your satisfaction, Madam, if you need anything else, you can reach me in the kitchen by simply dialling "0" on your wireless phone, placed on the side table near your bed." She informed Katerina.
"Thank you." Katerina simply responded, while approaching the table.
"I'm glad you're feeling much better, Madam, Mister Mikaelson was really worried about you." Maria informed, with a trace of a smile on her lips, before turning on her heels and leaving the suit.
Katerina stood motionless for a few seconds, with the only thought of Maria's last sentence playing continuously in her head ….. Mister Mikaelson was really worried about you.
Klaus pushed the glass door open, while getting out of the majestic shower, before grabbing a towel on a silver hook and vigorously drying his hair and body. He dropped it on the marble floor, stood in front of the full length, blurry, mirror, before passing his hands into his curly blond hair, while suddenly hearing the loud sound of the upfront door of his suite being slammed on its arch.
He grabbed his bleached pair of jeans that were also hanging on another hook, before rapidly sliding the fabric in front of his pelvic naked area, in the nick of a time of the bathroom door being widely opened.
Carolina stormed inside the steamy, luxurious bathroom, with her own steam coming out of her ears, in her two pieces, sweat pants and matching t-shirt, with her hair styled in a ponytail, before standing in front of a semi-naked Klaus, with both of her closed fists on each side of her waist. Included with her magisterial entrance, the added effect of her angry stare, that could kill him on the spot if only he had not been eternal.
"Oh …" She mumbled, before blushing, and while finally realizing that her "future husband" was standing naked in front of her eyes, with only his folded pair of jeans placed in front of his private parts. "I'm sorry." She apologized, in shock, while turning her back at him, and placing her right hand over her eyes.
"I'm pretty sure that turning your back at me was enough to avoid seeing my naked body." Klaus mocked her, while sliding his left leg into his pair of jeans, soon followed by his right.
"It's not like I haven't seen a naked man before." She lied through her teeth.
"Also sure you had quite a high percentage of chances to see one, while storming into a private bathroom." He mocked more.
"I did not think." She murmured. "I just react."
"But, I can assure you, Love, this all inclusive package, that I am offering, you've certainly never saw it before!" He giggled through his sentence.
"Thinking too much of yourself, again?" She replied, slyly.
"Just stipulating the honest truth … I also understand that the blushing fiancée wants to keep the main event for our honeymoon night, and I fully respect that. But, at the stage of intimacy that we are obviously reaching, and the amount of time that you are passing in my suite, since your arrival, with the added fact that I've seen you half naked as you've seen me, I think it would be safe to assume that we've reached the next level in our relationship, and it would also make more sense to me if you would move your private stuff in my walk-in, like ….Today." He explained, humorously, while smirking, and sliding the zipper up. "There, Love, I'm all decent, now."
She turned on herself, while closing both eyes, and slowly reopening one, while taking a quick glance at Klaus.
"Hello there." He mocked even more, while moving his fingers in front of her opened eye, as a greeting gesture.
She sighed in fury, before reopening the second one, while avoiding looking at Klaus's naked muscular chest, streaming with steam.
"What is this?" She asked, furiously, with her melodious accent, while waving in front of his sight, a written note on a piece of paper.
"Good morning to you too, future wife, did you sleep well, Love?" He asked, while taking a walking step toward her standing position, before lowering his sight on her bare feet. "Bare feet again?" He asked more, while raising one of his eyebrows.
"Do you have something about my bare skin?" She asked him, angrily, while crossing her arms over her chest. "Is it part of the contract that I should always wear slippers on my feet?"
"Oh Love, believe me when I say that I can't wait to see your skin completely bare in front of my sight." He replied winking and smirking, while lowering his upper body near hers, his eyes fixated on her lips.
"Most of the time, I really want to punch your face." She exclaimed, bluntly, before adding. "I thought it would be honest of me to tell you this truth."
"Well, thank you for your honesty sweetheart truthfulness will certainly be a big part of our marriage success…. Remind me this at our 50th Anniversary's party, would you?" He mocked more, before lowering his head near hers, while whispering near her ear. "See, it is a big part of my charm and you're obviously falling for it."
"I seriously doubt it." She responded, while promptly stepping away from his too close proximity, her bare right foot suddenly slipping on the wet marble floor, before losing all of her legs' balance.
A small cry escaped Carolina's mouth, while trying to regain her equilibrium. Klaus thwarted the upcoming fall, while rapidly grabbing her waist and bringing her shaking body in the embrace of his strong arms.
"I've told you that bare feet could be dangerous." He murmured, near her right ear, while closing his eyes and listening to the sound of her tormented heart beats, pumping her delightful red elixir into her veins.
"You're standing bare feet?" She replied, while raising one of her eyebrows.
"It's kind of logical after stepping out of the shower." He replied, sarcastically. "Just before a blond tornado stormed inside of my private quarters, that is."
"It's the foot bandage that made me slip." Carolina managed to whisper, her opened palms placed on his naked muscular chest, while feeling a range of electric shocks hitting her entire body all at once, under her jerky breaths. "I'm fine now, you can let go of me." She managed to mumble to her soon to be husband.
"Your heart is beating dangerously fast at the moment. How can you be fine?" Klaus smirked. "Am I still the cause of this effect?"
"What is it with you and heart beats anyway?" She asked, while slowly raising her sight in his.
"Well…." Klaus smirked, his eyes drown into hers. "Let just say it's a special skill that I have, among many others." He added, while winking and gently pushing her out of his reach. She was too much of a temptation at this present moment for him to handle … And the open shower was creating a series of erotic images in his mind, and, to be honest, any moment since he had met Carolina had been dangerous for him. "So, what can I do for you, Love?" He asked, while reaching the vanity sink, grabbing a badger in his hand, passing the shaving instrument under the stream of water, lathering it, before brushing in a circular motion the foam on his face.
Carolina swallowed a nervous lump in her throat, while watching for the first time in her life, the morning intimate moments of a man.
"Don't worry, Love." Klaus smirked. "I've already put your toothbrush beside mine in the toothbrushes holder, and, not to offend your sensibility, I choose a pink one." He added, in humorous tone of voice.
"What is it with this note you left in my suite?" She asked, slyly, while bending her upper body to pick up the piece of paper that had fallen on the marble floor.
"You have something against a small note left in your suite?" He asked, while taking in his right hand an antique shaving blade, before slowly sliding its cutting side on his manly face.
"It says…" She started reading. "Carolina, I'll wait for you downstairs; we'll go pick up your dress for the wedding that will be held next week." She exclaimed, in fury.
"Ohhhhh…." He let out the exclamation sound. "I'll let you pick up the dress that you want, don't worry about that fact, and if you are this traditional kind of girl who's thinking that it would be a bad omen for me to see you in it, I'll swear that I won't even look at it until the big event. I'm actually more impatient to see you get out of it." He giggled.
"No, I'm not talking about that." She busted, while stomping her left foot on the floor. "Why are you making fun of me this way, you know perfectly well what I am talking about."
Klaus lowered the blade on the vanity counter, before sighing and turning his sight in Carolina's.
"If we don't get married in the next following ten days, you and your sisters you'll be expatriated back in Russia." Klaus calmly explained to her.
"But it was never written on the contract?" Carolina exclaimed. 'It was said that both parties would have the time to get to know each other, before joining into a legal marriage." She explained more. "How can I even know you in ten days?"
"And yet, they openly lied to you." Klaus responded, with a sarcastic laughter, before taking the blade back into his hand. "It's a lying bitch of a world out there, Love, the sooner you will realize that fact, the sooner you'll be able to deal with it all."
Carolina closed her eyes, while feeling tears filling them.
"Is it so bad?" Klaus whispered, while holding his movements.
"What?" She murmured, suddenly taken by sadness.
"Marrying me?" He asked, while turning his head toward hers.
"It's what I've signed the papers for… I can't back down now." She replied, while sweeping her tears with the back of her right hand.
Klaus swallowed a lump in his throat while thinking that it was certainly the first woman in his past thousands of years that had acting recalcitrant over the possibility of getting intimate with him, and yet, her physical reaction was showing the opposite: Her raising heart beats when she was standing near him… Her blushing cheeks…. Her shyness when she was discreetly avoiding his sight.
She took a few walking steps to reach Klaus's standing position in front of the vanity, before taking from his hands the antique blade.
"My father used to have one exactly like that… It's kind of old fashion … Is it how you say it in English?" She asked him, while smiling.
Klaus returned her smile, before sliding the foamed brush on his left cheek.
"I'm kind of very old and very fashion at the same time." He blinked an eye at her, as a response.
"My father had it from his own father. It was an antique, from the 1920' collection." She explained more to him.
"I bought mine at the same time." He let out the information, before turning his head to the left to avoid her sight, biting the inside of his cheeks, and frowning at the same time, hoping she hadn't caught that part… Damn him! For two seconds he had lowered his guards.
"You bought this blade in 1920'?" She asked him, dumfounded, with her mouth widely opened.
"Of course not, I simply meant from that period of time. I actually bought it in a London antique shop." Klaus managed to explain.
"But, you're doing it completely in a wrong way." She said, while blushing and shaking her head.
"You're an expert at shaving men, Love?" Klaus mocked her, in a gentle way.
"I used to do it for my father." She explained, before slowly placing herself in front of his naked chest, her back leaning on the vanity counter. "It's all in the angle of your wrist." She explained more, while raising the blade near his cheek, slowly bringing the sharp blade near his skin.
"Should I get worried? There is a sharp blade in the hands of my loving fiancee?" He mocked, while raising one of his eyebrows.
"Don't give me ideas." She responded to him, with a hint of a smirk twisting her lips.
She lowered the sharp blade on his skin, while cutting his facial hair with precision.
"You smell good?" Klaus murmured, while sliding both of his hands on each side of her hips, before slowly bringing her into a nearer proximity.
"With my father's technique you're sure of cutting yourself less often." She informed him more, while trying to avoid looking at him in the eyes, the beats of her heart starting to rise in her chest.
"I like having you in my arms; you're a beautiful woman, Carolina." He murmured more, while encircling her waist, and bringing her into the comfort of his arms, before lowering his lips on her left cheek, slowly kissing its roundness. "Your skin is so soft." He told her, before asking. "Are you lips as soft?"
"Don't ..." She murmured, while closing her eyes.
The shrill sound of the blade falling on the marble floor created enough of a diversion for her to regain her good sense. She pushed herself away from his arms, before rushing out of the bathroom, while closing the door behind her.
"Don't even try to push your feelings away, denying them, or lying about them..." Klaus smirked through his sentence. "You're attracted to me, Carolina Petrova." He added, before starting to whistle.
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