Wires ━━Klaus Mikaelson ¹

12. - OUR TOWN PT 1.

━━━━Our Town Part One━━━━
[sexual content]

Salem felt on edge as she hid underneath the covers, it was still dark out but she couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts ran through her mind. She always seemed to be having an inner battle with herself, and Klaus always seemed to be the topic.

She couldn't fathom why she even bothered to scold him when he would do what he wanted but would it make her any better if she simply stayed quiet. If Salem Beckett was anything, it was an overthinker with terrible anxiety.

Her anxiety was bubbling up and festering as she stared at her ceiling with frustration. She felt stupid for being so worried about Klaus, it was wrong, so wrong to be feeling anything for him, to be kissing him, and to even be thinking about him.

She hadn't thought any of it through, she had never even dealt with romantic situations outside of the books she often read or Elena's love life or Caroline's endless gushing of her ideal man and relationship.

Salem couldn't help the heat that pooled in her stomach at the thought of Klaus, the little things that he did that had her squeezing her thighs tight when she didn't want to admit it. It was wrong, so very wrong but something about it thrilled her, something about bringing an immortal man over a thousand years old with a thirst for blood and violence to his knees excited her.

She huffed before turning on her side to face the window, gasping when she saw Klaus sitting on the seat by the window sill. She sat up with pinched eyebrows and a hand over her chest as he watched her like a predator stalking its prey.

"You scared me," she said catching her breath. His eyes wandered around her room, taking in every little detail, he had never been inside it before. He had seen parts of it from his dreams of her but it had changed constantly throughout the years, everything about it felt nurturing and warming from the white walls to the endless drawings and pictures that covered them. He stood up and walk toward the bookshelf beside her.

His fingers ran across the spines of the various books she owned, she had the taste of a curious teenage girl. He made a mental note to start getting her into the classics he favorited, a taste for real literature though he was sure she'd argue with him. His brows raised as he read the titles, most sounded erotic and romantic while others sounded dark.

She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, threatening to set her skin on fire from embarrassment. For the first time she truly felt the contrast in their ages, she wondered how mediocre she seemed to a man that had lived over a thousand years.

She often mulled over the thought more than she liked to admit. It made her feel small in comparison, she hated it.

Her eyes watched as he kicked off his shoes and crawled in the bed beside her, surprise and excitement filling her as he crawled under the covers. He smelled of bourbon, but his overall scent had her wanting to close her eyes and lean into him. He smelled like home and everything warm, she found it funny considering he was everything but that.