Metanoia • Mikaelsons mate

Chapter 6

A blushing Amara clears her throat while trying her best to fix Finn with a stern expression. "Finn, stop doing that." She whispers harshly.

Amara had slept surprisingly well while crammed in between the two Originals. She enjoyed their warmth and was somewhat alright with all the cuddling, she was however less happy with what was happening right now.

"But we cuddled before?" Finn furrows his brow a little, not sure what made Amara change her mind, perhaps it was Kol's presence. If that was the case, he would kindly kick his little brother out of the bed.

"We did, but I did not give you permission to grope me like that." Amara pokes the offending arm, to which Finn promptly moves his hand to a more appropriate location, pushing Kol's arm away in the process. Kol had wrapped himself like a koala around Amara and the younger vampire lets out a whine in his sleep.

"I did not grope-" Finn objects, putting on an innocent expression for his mate, he truly had not intended to grab Amara inappropriately, it had just happened. Not that he minded it.

"Then what do you call grabbing my ass?" Amara interjects bluntly.

"Cuddling? I didn't know it was-" Finn stammers a little, not sure how to save himself out of this situation.

Amara snickers before shaking her head. She was starting to feel a little bad for the flustered vampire, which was ridiculous seeing as she normally had no problem with telling people off for touching her like that without consent.

"Never mind, don't answer that. I'm getting up." And with that, she wriggles herself free from Kol's koala-like hold, climbs over Finn, and stumbles gracefully out of bed.

Before exiting, she looks over her shoulder to see Kol trying to hug Finn instead, which inspires Finn to also get up. With a roll of her eyes, she locks herself in her bathroom, letting out a soft sigh and cursing herself for starting to like the antics of the Mikaelsons.

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"Hey guys, is the fridge door supposed to come off its hinges?" Kol's uncertain voice can be heard from the kitchen.

"No, I don't think so." Elijah remarks dryly before taking a sip from his coffee. He was quite glad that he would not be the reason for his mate's headache this morning.

Elijah had successfully prepared Amara's breakfast. She had been happily surprised by this, seeing as it was in stark contrast with the burnt oatmeal Niklaus had made the previous morning. Amara had even complimented Elijah's cooking by calling it 'pretty decent', which made Elijah puff up in pride. He had been sure to send his brothers a smug grin.

"You-you broke my fridge?! How?" Amara gets up from her dining table to inspect the hinges of the fridge, sighing in resignation when she sees that said hinges were ripped off along with the door.

"Vampire strength?" Kol tries, quickly setting the door down, making the carton of milk fall out of the door. Kol ignores the growing puddle of milk, and takes on a repentant expression, hands folded in front of him.

"That's not an excuse, I know you've walked this earth long enough to know how to appropriately open a door, and that isn't it." Amara replies, not impressed by Kol's attempt to look sorrowful. She pouts a little at the contents of her fridge, she was sure most of the products would go bad before she was able to get a new refrigerator.

"We'll buy you a new one." Niklaus offers at once, smiling at Amara when she looked his way. He wasn't too mournful about Amara's broken refrigerator, seeing as the machine was already in a poor state. He was certain his mate would be much happier with a luxury model, one that could maybe make ice cubes as well.