Enigmatic Finales: A Klaus Mikaelson Story {8}

Chapter 35: Morning Delight

I lay on the bed, somehow beside Klaus in our old bedroom. He was still asleep, the rays of sunshine illuminating his face like he was Adonis himself.

He looked at peace.

I couldn't see myself, but I knew I looked tormented.

I turned on my back and cast my eyes to the ceiling. My life was falling apart in front of me. I had talked my way into bed with Klaus—again. I had failed to take down Anastasia—again. And I was at war with the Mikaelsons—again.

Every time I thought I was progressing, I found myself in the same cycle. Always and forever was starting to feel like a cruel trick in response to my toxic patterns.

"You're up in the morning? You really have changed," Klaus said when he awoke. He took my hand and pressed a kiss into my palm, a stark reminder of the absurd situation I was in.

"I have somewhere to be," I told him in my hast attempt to get out of bed.

Klaus was quick on the draw, grabbing my wrist and drawing me back to bed, like a predator ensnaring their prey. He rolled over on top of me and instantly his lips were everywhere, leaving me with soft impressions of him on every inch of me.

"You should stay," he murmured against my skin.

"Sweet, but like I said..."

"You have somewhere to be, I know, but surely it can wait," he said as his hands wandered leisurely across my body. "Where do you have to be so early anyway?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I won't," he said, punctuating his sentences with blazing kisses. "But if you stay here, we could have a morning delight. And an afternoon delight. And an evening delight..."

My lips cracked into a smile as once again I found myself succumbing to Nik's charm. It was as though the part of me that had forgotten how to love him had reawakened. More than that, it was happy to be here, and there was a warmth that came with its presence.

I snaked my arms around his neck, fingers tangling in hair as I brought my lips to his. But before they could meet, I heard a voice that set me on fire in a very different way.

"Nik? Nik, are you here?" She called out.

Klaus was clearly expecting her arrival as his blood ran cold as he looked at me like a rabbit at the butcher's. Amelia Johnston—the same Amelia Johnston I had killed centuries ago—was inexplicably in the Mikaelson household, and calling for the man who claimed to be my husband.

I could have burned down the universe with the rage that was flooding through me.

"Nik? What's taking so long?"

"Is that who I think it is?" I asked him, though we both knew the answer.

The continued silence was too much for me as I pushed Klaus off of me and threw my dress on as fast as my fingers would allow.

"Fiore, let me explain," Klaus pleaded, attempting to block my way. However, my desire to lay eyes on the dead was stronger, so in an instant I was at Amelia's side.

I could hardly contain my disbelief when I finally saw her. I'd think my eyes were deceiving me if it wasn't all too typical of Klaus.

"I seem to remember killing you. And yet here you stand."

I did not care to hide my displeasure. Amelia was clearly not too happy to see me either as by the time Klaus joined us, she set her glare on him.

"What is she doing here?" She asked.