The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Touch Me (There)

Note:  This chapter contains explicit NSFW content.

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(Y/N) did end up falling asleep on him after a candid make-out session on Elliot's bed. But Klaus couldn't close his eyes, he feared that if he did, she would disappear and he would never be able to find her again.

He has dreamt about her every night for three years in a row, his mind way too stubborn to let go of her memory.

The first year, back in 1960, Klaus didn't go too far from Dallas, he thought his siblings or her would appear any second and he needed to be there for that. But as the months pass, he convinced himself he was stuck with Ben alone, so he looked around the US, thinking maybe they had fallen in another state.

Things got pretty weird after that, he actually didn't quite know how he ended up with a cult, shit just kinda happened and next thing he knew, he was a prophet. Life took him to Mexico, India, Egypt, the UK, and even New Zealand, but in June 1962, he ended up going back to the US and established in San Francisco.

He'll never forget that fateful day in July when he went to buy some clothing at a department store. Passing by the woman section, at the Dior stand, he thought he saw a familiar face on a poster, and when he got closer he almost fainted: It was her, (Y/N).

Klaus did everything to communicate with her after that, but in his search, he ended up stumbling with photos of her and Robert on a trip he did to Berlin earlier that year. He got enraged, seeing that man all over her, as she smiled at him like he put the stars in the sky. Klaus almost drove himself insane with all the articles, magazines and newspaper columns.

(Y/N) starts rolling on the bed, distracting Klaus, huffing, and groaning. Concerned, he shakes her a little.

-(Y/N), hon, wake up- Klaus whispers in her ear, shaking her softly-. I need to tell you something.

-Klaus?- (Y/N) says sleepily, adjusting her sight to the darkness of the room.

-Hey.

-What hour is it?

-One a.m.

-Oh, dear- she sits up, on the bed-. Where's Elliot? I didn't mean to steal his bed for the night.

-That's not important- he kisses her shoulder-. I think you were having a nightmare, that's why I woke you.

Her cheeks redden immediately.

-Really?- she lays down again, her back against his chest.

-Yeah- Klaus hugs her-. You were whimpering and moving a lot. Are you okay?

-Ja- she faces him-. I can't actually remember anything.

She actually recalls every little detail.

He sighs and caresses her cheek softly, feeling its warmth, (Y/N) closes her eyes.

-I love you- she laughs-. I'll never get tired of saying it.

-I love you too, Shätzen.

They lock eyes for some seconds, and then Klaus kisses her; he still can't believe they're together, he fears he'll wake up any moment and she won't be there.

(Y/N) slides her hands in his hair, as he takes her by the waist to sit her on his lap.

-I love you- he whispers between kisses-. I love, I love you...

Lost in her warmth, Klaus slips a hand under her shirt, his fingertips touching the scars on her belly. He keeps moving until he slightly touches her bust. (Y/N) flinches.