❝Klaus Mikaelson was the monster one would tell their children, he's the villain in everyone's stories, but for me he was the prince who saved me from myself and I think I saved the last bit of hope within him.❞
Bodie Erikson wasn't human, but...
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TWO MONTH LATER
Bodie didn't know what to expect from Klaus over the next few weeks, but he hadn't expected him to actually stick to his word and to go the extra step to take Bodie out for dates. The dates alone were something wildly different than what Bodie could expect, sometimes the dates would be to the theatre to watch whatever performance was on, other dates would be a picnic (which Bodie would tease Klaus 'cause of it), and other times their dates would be a café date which would end with them taking a stroll through the park. It seemed odd that Klaus would care enough about them to take Bodie on these dates, but he was happy that he was trying.
As much as Bodie loved what Klaus was doing in order to make up for what happened, there was a part of him which was afraid that Klaus was still playing him in some way still, he kept half expecting something to take a turn for the worst which he knew he shouldn't expect but he couldn't help it. It didn't help that every time Klaus looked at him, he'd feel as if he were high on something—there was just something about how Klaus looked in either the sunlight or in café light which sparked something within Bodie as if he had to stare.
He found himself doing that a lot over the past few weeks since Klaus decided to drag him out of his house the first time. Bodie couldn't help but watch Klaus as if he were the most interesting being to exist, it was like that if Bodie dared to look away, he might miss something. And yet, Bodie knew that nothing about Klaus changed, but it was like a front row seat to see the most beautiful display of a lightshow whenever he was with Klaus—he had to watch. He always had to watch Klaus as if his life depended on it.
"You're doing it again, Bo," Klaus spoke. They were laying in a hotel room that they compelled their way to have, they would have stayed at either of their homes but considering on the stuff that the pair do when they get back from their dates (which was like every other day) they'd decided it be best that they stay here until they could find a house together. "You're staring."
Bodie stretched his arm out and took Klaus' hand in his own. "And it's a crime to stare at you?" He smiled then. "We've been going out like this for two months, Klaus, do you expect me not to stare at the guy I've been going on dates with?"
Klaus titled his head up slightly. "I wasn't complaining, merely pointing it out." His thumb ran over Bodie's skin slowly then.
Bodie—being, well, himself—moved towards Klaus, placing his free hand against his cheek. And almost like clockwork, Klaus cupped Bodie's hand with his own free hand before pulling Bodie in by his pyjama shirt and kissed him. Klaus was always gentle at first, as if he didn't want to push anything too far but when Bodie gave him the response that he wanted, then and only then Klaus would push for more. They'd moved back on the bed and all that Bodie could taste was toothpaste still slightly on Klaus' lips, yet it was cut short when Klaus pulled Bodie's shirt off and threw it away once off.
