Saved By A Mikaelson (Loving a Mikaelson AU)

Chapter 20: Coupley Things

I would like to thank the snow for making writing this all possible XD

Chapter 20: Coupley Things

Song: Fall For You- Ed Sheeran

"I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to."

-Sirius Black

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Regardless of Kol 'warming me up,' it's still freezing out. When he realizes how cold I am, he pulls away from my lips. Without him my teeth are chattering again, my whole body is aching whether it be from the chill or his touch when his fingers traced and skimmed along my skin.

"Your lips are blue." He grins. He's still the exact same distance away from me, he hasn't moved. So I can still feel his breath, and his flavor is still laced on my tongue.

"Yeah." I say. "I could get hypothermia it's so cold. Aren't you cold? You don't seem cold." I'm rambling now, saying too much. Whereas Kol always says the exact right thing every single time. He knows every pressure point, exactly how to charm anyone who could cross his path.

"No." He says, shrugging, as if it was ridiculous that the near-negative temperatures could possibly effect him. "Will you come inside now?" He asks.

I sigh, nodding my head, but I still help bring the bags of groceries in the house - regardless of his arguing that he's perfectly capable of bringing them all in at the same time. My hands start to warm up, but before we start to cook the good, Kol insists I wear something warmer.

"Whose is this?" I ask, holding up the warm and soft oversized sweater.

"Rebekah's." He replies. "She won't mind."

"And the sweatpants? Are those her's too?"

He laughs. "No,"

"They're mine." A smirk is spread across his face.

I shake my head, sighing. "There's a bathroom just around the corner, I assume you don't want to go all the way back to your room. Unless of course, you would rather change in here." He says with a cocky grin.

I ignore his comment and head to the bathroom, only getting lost twice before I find it and change clothes. The sweater feels amazing and the sweatpants are soft and really comfortable. I'd wear them forever if I could stand to give Kol the satisfaction.

"I must say, those look much better on you." He says when he sees me walk back into the kitchen. "Cheeky." I mumble. Which only makes him smile wider.

"Are you ready to start?" I ask, gesturing to the bags of groceries that have barely been touched so far. He nods, and we decide to work on both parts a little separately. Kol starts to cut the vegetables, while I turn on the burner, put the olive oil in the skillet, and start beating/whisking the egg with a fork.

Around the time when I'm pouring the egg mixture in the frying pan, I feel warm arms around me, they're close and gentle.

"Kol!" I laugh. "Stop. We aren't some couple." I'm still grinning and my cheeks are pink and flustered while I still try and focus on the cooking food.

"We can be." He whispers in my ear jokingly. "I'm yours. Say the words, love."

I just shake my head at his foolishness. Us? A couple? It's ridiculous. Unheard of. "You know we can't." I find myself saying. "Besides, what's gotten into you? You're so... Touchy."

He laughs loudly at my choice of words. "I'm always touchy. You've simply never let me before. And why can't we, hmm?"

"Because." I say, not really coming up with a real answer. But I turn around to face him. "We just can't."

"Why? You don't need to be scared."

"I'm not." I argue. "Oh really?" He counters.

"I'm not - !"

I cut myself off, scrunching up my nose. "What's that smell?"

Then I remember the eggs. I turn around, and they're practically black and bubbling. I make a face. "Crap." There's no saving them now, as hard as I try. Kol just laughs.

"Here, let me have the pan." He says, and I reluctantly step aside. He grabs the handle carries the pan to the sink, running water into it. He throws out a couple choice words, wincing. His hand is clenched shut. And I realize he didn't use a potholder. He grabbed a burning hot pan.

"Kol! What did you do?!" I scold.

"It's fine. Just a scratch."

I sigh in exhaustion and walk towards him. "Let me see." Even through his clenched shut hand I can see traces of red. That's bound to blister.

"Sweetheart, your compassion is delightful, but really. I'm okay."

I shake my head at him, and wrap my hands around his closed one. "Just let me see."

When he slowly opens his palm, I'm shocked. There really is nothing there.

"See."

"What? But... I could've sworn... Shouldn't it at least be red?"

He just shrugs.

"Now, how about I make this next batch of eggs and you watch?"

How cute was that right? I don't know if you guys caught it, but I kind of edited the Stelena bit in S1 when Stefan cuts his hand on the broken glass bottle.

The last past few chapters have been loaded with fluffy cute otp stuff. But just like once upon a freaking time, that's not going to last. Sorry. Cute fluffy otp stuff gets boring. Apparently Julie Plec would know. Or maybe I'm just mean XD

But seriously don't get mad if not all the chapters are rays of sunshine. Because it's very clear that Lacey isn't a ray of sunshine. It just wouldn't make sense.

Loves,

Mollie x