Imagine you love drawing and are good at it but whenever you do a piece of artwork you never let anyone see it.
I sat in the study guiding my pencil along the paper creating an image, I was listening to music while watching the granite appear on the page. Klaus was also in the room painting as well as Elijah who was reading, as per usual. I started to feel my mouth dry and got up to get a glass of water not realising i left my sketch pad open on the sofa. As i walked back to the study with a glass in my hand sipping as i walked, I stood in the doorway to see one of my greatest fears come to life. I saw Elijah sitting on his arm chair with my sketch pad in his hand looking at my art, I quickly ran over and pushed him and the chair over grabbing the sketch pad out of his hand and running up to our shared room, locking the door behind me. I collapsed in the bed and put my head into the pillow feeling tears soak into it making it wet "Y/N, please let me in." Elijah was knocking at the door but I ignored him, He continuously knocked over and over until it suddenly went silent. I felt the bed sink next to me indicating someone sat on it but i didn't bother to lift up my head and see, i felt a hand being placed on my shoulder sending tingles throughout my body "Y/N i'm sorry for what i did, i know how you don't like people invading you." Elijah's voice was soft, i slowly lifted up my head knowing there would be mascara everywhere. My nose was red and my eyes were puffy from the crying and i looked up into his eyes, I quickly wrapped my arms around him and snuggled my face into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair gently "how can i make it up to you?" I leaned back and sniffled before smirking "there is something..." His face lit up and before i knew it i was underneath him while he trailed kissed down my neck.
