Young Gods (A Klaus Mikaelson Fanfic)

Chapter 29- A Favor

3rd Person P.O.V.

Two days later, Bella was sitting on the couch in the living room watching tv. She had been the one to insist on Klaus getting the flat screen for the room so she was going to use it. Luckily, she was the only person home so she didn't have to feel weird for watching Varsity Blues...again. In her defense, most of the people living in the house with her had probably never seen it before or even know that she has seen it a million times. But it's just addicting. She loves the way that Paul Walker stops the running back from making the same mistake he made.

She had just gotten to the part where they got to the strip club and Billy Bob had realized that the stripper was their teacher when a voice spoke up from behind her. "I have to say I'm shocked, Love. I didn't realize you were into that sort of thing." Bella practically jumps out of her skin. The one vampire power that she had always been able to use was the ability to sense others and she had never been so invested in something that she hadn't noticed their presence. She pauses the film and looks at him.

"What sort of thing? Football movies?"

He gives her a wicked grin. He hadn't forgotten her words from a couple of nights ago. The ones where she admitted that she had looked at more than his eyes that day in the woods. Perhaps he had underestimated her. The 21st century was admittedly different than even the 20th century when it came to women. They were a lot more open about sex and it was no longer a rarity for women to lose their virginity before they were out of high school.

There was just something about Belladonna that made him put her apart from all those people. He had heard the phrase putting someone on a pedestal, but he had never done that. He was the evil hybrid and everyone who knew him was usually as immoral as him. But Bella wasn't, she was joy and light. Spring blossoming in the dark. He never would've guessed she was the daughter of Hades and Persephone but it made perfect sense the moment she told him. She was destined to be a queen whether that be in the Underworld or on Earth as his queen.

"I actually meant teacher kinks but I suppose the football thing is curious as well." Bella's eyes widen at his blunt words. They were unexpected, to say the least, and she wasn't sure how to respond so she ignores it.

"I like football," she retorts and he smirks.

"And apparently have a thing for teachers as well. Or is it professors and tell me which part do you prefer to take, the teacher or the naughty schoolgirl?" She gives him an unamused look before playing the movie, electing to ignore him. He chuckles to himself and collapses on the couch next to her. He had a favor to ask of her but it could certainly wait if it would make her feel the same uncomfortable ache he had felt the past couple of nights thinking about if she had touched herself to memories of how he had looked sans clothing.

He watches the movie for a bit and has to admit, it's not terribly bad, but he had a different purpose right now so he continuously inches closer to her, waiting for her to object. She wasn't going to be able to ignore him forever, that much he was sure. Yet, he didn't realize how stubborn Belladonna was, nor how much she liked the movie, so he stepped it up a few notches, going so far as to move her curls from one side of her neck to the other and lean in to kiss said neck.

Bella bites back a gasp. She knew what he was doing, he wanted to get a rise out of her but she wouldn't let him win, even if the feel of his plump limps sucking on the sensitive skin on her neck makes her want to rub her thighs together. She continues to ignore him until his warm hand lands on her bare thigh. She tenses being that she's wearing a pair of short pajama shorts that were flimsy at best but she had just woken up not long ago and she had been the only one home.

"What are you doing?" She demands, her voice not betraying her nervousness. It wasn't so much nervousness at the situation because she knew that if she told him no or asked him to stop he would immediately remove his hand and apologize, possibly even go back to watching the movie. No, what made her nervous was that she didn't want him to stop. She wanted to see just how far he would go on this couch in the living room of the house he shared with his siblings who could return at any moment.