The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

God Complex

Klaus just lays down on the floor, recovering from the recent news, as (Y/N) runs her fingers through his hair. They spent almost an hour like that in complete silence, Klaus drinking to (Y/N) and Ben dislike, untill the last-mentioned reminds his brother about the invitation he received earlier.

With a long sight, he sits up and kisses his girlfriend softly on the lips.

-Thanks for being here for me.

-Immer (always). I love you.

-God, I'm exhausted- he leans on her shoulder.

-You just drink a whole bottle of vodka by yourself, I'm not surprised.

-I want to die.

-Hey...- she runs her finger down his back, making him shiver-. I have a better idea: You reunite the smurfs, I touch them, and convince them to go home. And then, we can come back here and I'll give you a massage, what you say?

She gives soft kisses to his neck and cheek. Sighting, Klaus turns and looks at her with a sad smile, handing her a letter.

-Can't do- (Y/N) reads the note-. Dad requires our presence in two hours at Southland Life. And as much as I would like to ditch his old ass and stay here with you, we have to go.

-You mean he requires you, It says to "my pursuers", and I...

-Don't even think about it- Klaus points at the addressee.

"To Mr. Klaus Hargreeves and Miss (Y/N) Voss".

-Oh, Ochsen (bullocks)- she pouts-. And that hotel is quite far, isn't it?

-Ja - he stands up-. So we better get going. Did you bring your car?

She nods.

-And the rest of my things- Klaus raises an eyebrow-. I figure out that if I was going to send the smurfs home, I could stay here with you. The Adolphus is not a cheap hotel and I've just spent one night there out of the week I've been here.

-Yeah, sure- he helps her get up and holds her close by the waist-. I think you have another reason to stay here, my lady.

Klaus kisses her neck seductively.

-Shä...Shätzen! - she tries to stop him, but he's enjoys teasing her way too much to comply-. We need to go, or... or...

-Or...?

-Sir... Sir Reginald hates unpunctual people, love.

He grunts and stops.

-Fine. But when we're back, you won't get away so easily, princess.

She just nods and blushes.

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(Y/N) walks nervously beside Klaus up the stairs of the building, to the elevators.

-I think I should have changed- she mentions, catching a glimpse of herself on a glass door-. Sir Reginald always hated my style. I should have used the dress Yves designed for me, it's more fitting...

-Honey, I'm completely blasted and wearing a cowboy shirt, the old bastard won't mind you using a long skirt and sandals, believe me.

She sighs. Seconds later, they reach the lift, where the rest of the siblings are as well.

-Hey everyone- Klaus says drowsily, entering the elevator with (Y/N) holding his hand.

-If I had known we were coming here, I would have never let you pick the bottle.