𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𓆩𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧𓆪

𝟭𝟱.

CORAS EYES FLUTTER OPEN, feeling something on her chest. A soft groan escapes her lips and she looks down to see Klaus' head rested on her chest, her hand tangled in his hair and her body naked. She softly scratches his hair before lightly pushing his body off hers, getting up and quickly slipping on her undergarments then his blouse.

She runs a hand through her hair and makes it to the bathroom, her body a bit sore. Cora splashes the cold water to her face before brushing her teeth and fixing up her hair before turning around and walking out the bedroom, softly rubbing her eyes with her steps lazy, not paying mind to how she's walking.

Cora makes it to the stairs and makes her way down, humming to the usual classical music playing in the mansion. It appeared that Elijah and Rebekah weren't back yet, leaving her and Klaus alone again except, now he was sleeping.

As she saunters around the house in boredom, she walks into Klaus' painting room, the one she showed her the night of the ball. She purses her lips, looking around and then she notices a canvas that wasn't done yet. She raises a brow and walks over to the canvas, eyebrows shooting in surprise.

It was a painting of herself, the sides of her face blue and she looked like a mermaid-or siren with elfy ears. She gaped at it, the painting was beautiful, she was too caught up in the details to notice someone walking over to her, wrapping their arms around her waist. "What do you think..?"

"It's beautiful."

Klaus smiles and takes her hand, pulling out a canvas and making her stand in front of it. He wore pants, no top. "Could you paint?" He whispers, putting a paintbrush in her hands.

"Not quite, no." Cora frowns and he smiles, almost pleased with the news. He turns her around and places his hand over hers, dipping the brush in dark blue before making a stripe over the canvas. He leans closer to her ears, one arm around her waist. "Painting is a metaphor for control." He whispers, smirking as shivers travel down her spine.

His hand continues to guide hers. "Every choice is mine," he whispers and she watches as the blue paint manages to turn into a lake so quickly. "The canvas, the color."

"You paint because you want to be in control."

Klaus looks at her to see her raising a brow. "It's always been a passion of mine. Also because art taught me that ones vision can be achieved with a sheer force of will."

Klaus sets the paintbrush down and takes her hand, spinning her before pulling her back to his chest. Cora smiles, listening to the classical music before looking at Klaus as he softly sways his body with hers. "The attack on my father should be soon, we only need to find him." He whispers.

"Meaning I can..."

"Yes, you could leave for Harvard."

Cora smiles at him. "Come with me." His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "I wouldn't miss the opportunity for Harvard but I don't want to leave you. If everything goes as it should," she takes a deep breath and Klaus notices how her eyes hesitated for a moment, as if she was keeping something from him, "Then why not come with me?"

"And if I agree?"

"Then I'm all yours." Cora smiles and Klaus could feel his heart beat just as fast as hers.

Klaus smirks at her. "Alright only under one condition." He whispers.

"Which is?"