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THE HAND THAT GRABBED HERS and pulled her into the room made her yelp in surprise. After a chaotic breakfast with the Mikaelsons, Rosalie was about to head back to the bedroom and prepare for the day ahead. Being yanked in a room was not a part of the plan.
Then, her face was being peppered in kisses.
She giggled, holding his wrists as he cupped the sides of her face. "Nik," she said through her laughter, "What are you doing?"
He pulled back just enough to reply, "Greeting you a good morning. You seemed a bit shocked earlier." The blond continued to rain kisses on her, eventually backing her up to the wall.
He figured she would feel slightly awkward, maybe clueless about what to do after their night. So, he took it in his own hands and made a move, one that would break the ice.
Eventually, he simply admired her reddening face. She looked adorable, with her flushed complexion and big gold eyes and shy expression. Nik placed one last kiss on her nose, mumbling, "Good morning, my love."
Though blushing furiously, she leaned up and slid her arms around his neck as she pressed her lips against his; once, twice, three times. He chased after her when she backed away, wanting to feel more of her soft lips. One of his hands went to her waist, pulling her closer against him until there was no space between their bodies. While the other thread through her hair, making her moan when his fingers massaged her scalp. He swallowed every gasp, hungrilyㅡdesperatelyㅡkissing her until his head spun.
Breathless and euphoric, it was him who pulled away this time, though there wasn't much distance between them.
"We should talk," he mumbled against her lips.
Rosalie gulped at the hoarseness in his voice, finding the fact that she was the one to witness it strangely intimate. Then again, every eye contact with him felt intimate. With the wall behind her, and him in front, there was no place to escape, nowhere to go but to face him.
The Monet shook her head, replying with a quiet, "Later."
Quickly, she pulled him back down, devouring his lips. Well, who was he to deny her?
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Hours later, when the day had ended and night took over, Rosalie and Kol sat in the living room of the mansion. The brunette went about her day as she normally would: working and reading. For safety purposes, she only took on jobs that required her to work from home.
After spending yet another full day at the Mikaelsons's library (basically her favorite place on earth), Rosalie decided to see if there were any of them around.
