When I arrived back in Italy it was around 2pm. Since the 6 hour time difference, putting me 6 hours into the next day, I was jet lagged to say the least. "Lucien? Are you home?" I called out, only to see him come around the corner from the living room. "Hi bella (beautiful)!" He comes over, cupping my face and kissing me. "How was your trip?" I groaned, handing him my suitcase as I carried my garment bag. "Exhausting. Nik wasted no time starting his arguing, so I just left."
"Did he even try to work things out between you two?" We started up the staircase, going to our bedroom. "No. He avoided me all night until I ended up dancing with some guy I met there. Then proceeded to pull me away and begin his pointless arguing."
"You danced with another guy?" He laughed , raising an eyebrow. "I started with Kol but ended with Damon."
"Damon?"
"Damon Salvatore. I met him at the ball. He had no idea who I was but knew the Mikaelson's. Needless to say, I'm sure he's glad he dodged that bullet." I laughed. "Salvatore? I presume Italian descent?" I nod, hanging up my dress in the closet. "You didn't fall for his charm, did you? I know you have a soft spot for it." He smiled, leaning in the closet doorway. I turned towards him, playfully rolling my eyes as I walked over to him.
"I could never. I think I have a thing for the French now." I smiled , leaning in to peck his lips. "Good. I know my Italian isn't perfect, but my French is impeccable. Maybe I'll show you some time?" He laughed, standing up in the doorway and going to sit on the bed. "Oh really? What would you show me?" I raised an eyebrow, leaning into the door frame.
"Oh I don't know. Maybe something like.. te pencher sur le balcon et te faire crier mon nom dans 6 langues différentes? Bending you over the balcony and making you scream my name in 6 different languages?"
"Mais je ne parle que 5 langues? But I only speak 5 languages?" I spoke back, raising an eyebrow. His eyes lit up, his smile growing wider. "Tu parles français? You speak French?"
"Oui" I smiled, walking over to him. "Avec le croate, l'espagnol, le latin et le portugais! Along with Croatian, Spanish, Latin and Portuguese!" I walked over, standing in between his legs, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Want to learn a 6th?" He asked, running his hands up my shirt, pulling it over my head. "Never hurts to know another language." I laughed as he picked me up, capturing my lips in a deep kiss as we walked out onto the balcony.
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The Perfect Mikaelson's
FanfictionTwo best friends find themselves bound to the Mikaelson's. One by blood and one by loyalty. They crave nothing more than the freedom from the family, but something always seems to drag them back in. While trying to find their purpose in life outside...
