Wild Child - A Kol Mikaelson Story

Chapter 12

When I awoke the next morning I found myself peacefully tangled up into Kol. At some point in the night he had rolled onto his back and I laid across him. My head was on his chest, my arm across his stomach, and my leg thrown over his body carelessly. It looked like I was holding onto him for dear life. He was still sleeping peacefully with a small snore occasionally. It made me giggle every time I heard it. I felt at peace being this close to him. My body earned for more. The best way to describe it was that I wanted to crawl into his skin and wear it for protection. Nothing scared me, or even phased me when I was with him. Except well, him.

He stirred a bit in his sleep. I wasn't sure if he could feel my eyes looking up at him, but I was. I looked at every detail of his face. He looked so soft when he slept. I found myself missing his dark brown eyes. I craved kisses from him. I knew my infatuation was growing by the day, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out before I was willingly being his blood bag again. I broke away my concentration of his facial features, and just snuggled into him a little harder. I could feel his heart beating. It wasn't until I noticed something against my inner thigh that I realized just how close we were.

Do vampires get morning wood? There is no way.

But why wouldn't they? His body functioned perfectly normal. The situation was leaving me in a predicament. I wanted nothing more than to move my hand down his body, but I also knew I was the one that had established we were just friends. It had also became apparent to me that he was wearing nothing but boxer briefs. I found myself biting into my lower lip as I held onto him. I squeezed my thigh a little harder against him to see if I would get a reaction, and I did. At this point I knew I had to get off of him before I let my intrusive thoughts take over. Feeling him against my thigh was bringing a certain amount of heat to my body that I normally didn't experience.

Girl it has been way to long sense you've had sex. You just need to get some frustrations out.

I started to unravel my body from his slowly, trying my best not to wake him. I moved my leg away from him and pushed myself up slightly. I looked back at his sleeping face and caught my eyes roaming downwards. I had see him naked sure, but not erect. The first night we spent together he never undressed, and the time in the bath was just intimate, not sexual. Now I was just admiring him through his boxers, my body burning with desires.

"If you want to take it for a spin love, you just gotta ask". I quickly looked back at his face to see his eyes were open and he was smirking. I immediately turned my face away and covered it with my hands. My cheeks resembeling a tomato. I had been caught.

"How long have you been awake?", I groaned, full of embarrassment.

He moved my hand away from my face, and then lightly rubbed it down my back. I could feel his grin behind me. "Sense about the time you were pushing your leg into it".

I let out another groan of embarrassment and shook my head slightly. I was caught red handed. Why did he have to be so goddamn attractive?

"This is your fault", I whined, "I'm trying to be friends but you're just so..".

"Handsome", he interjected.

"Hot", I responded, "you are unbelievably hot and I'm so attracted to you and it was great at first but then you wanted to kill me and now I feel bad for wanting to jump your bones".

He let out a small laugh. "Alex, I told you I was going to murder you the night we met and you still let me go down on you first. I'm sorry for what happened on our date, I wish I could take it back. I'm learning to be in control". I felt his hand still caressing my back. He was playing with my hair a bit.

I turned to look at him, making eye contact. "I know you're sorry, and I do forgive you", I said softly, "I'm just worried if we keep getting involved you'll get bored and eat me or something".