Klaus, You Know You Like Chocolate Milk

Bubbles Sweet like Bubble Gum

With the climax of the evening finally behind them, Klaus and Catrina allowed a unanimous sigh to escape them once the door closed. After Elias's little blunder, Catrina just so happened to find the two before Klaus had the chance to incinerate him to oblivion. Not that he actually would. He might've thought about it for, like, 6 seconds, but he'd never intentionally kill his brother. Although he could most definitely make it look unintentional....

After some calming words from the petite brunette and some 1,000 apologies from Elias, Klaus finally let it go and decided he'd just block the memory from his mind so he could at least look at his brother somewhat the same way again. Whether Catrina caught on to what Klaus and Elias had a dispute about was unclear, and for once, Klaus was glad not to know what swam through her head. Instead, he was more than grateful to allow her to take his hand and lead him to their master bathroom where a large tub soon filled with steamy water and a mountain of bubbles. A groan of pleasure escaped Klaus as the warm water eased away his tension. Having a particularly adorable Catrina Lark curl up at his side was a bonus. A smile played on his lips as he caressed the smooth skin of her hip under the water, tugging her tiny frame closer to him if at all possible. She rested her head against his chest, eyes drooping as the idea of drifting to sleep became more and more alluring. 

He mindlessly stroked suds along her shoulder, happy to finally think about nothing. He stared aimlessly at the far-end corner of the bathroom until a cute voice pulled him out of the trance.

"What did Elias do to make you almost commit a murder?" Ah, the devilish things that could come out of such an angelic mouth. 

Klaus shifted uncomfortably, causing ripples in the water. He found himself unable to find the right words for the second time that night and, quite frankly, it irritated him more than Azusa Kuze. He sighed heavily and rubbed the pad of this thumb along her shoulder, biding some time. 

"I... I really don't think you wanna know...."

"Quit stalling and spit it out. You've never had an issue with saying what's on your mind before, why's this so different?"

His lips pressed in a tight line as he acknowledged his defeat. She was right. He always just said what he thought when he thought. His filter was practically nonexistent. His subtlety was that of a brick. But the truth was that he didn't want to recount the experience himself; not so soon at least. Ah, well, here goes nothing.... He thought.

"Elias... admitted... to having feelings for you...." He gritted the words out gruffly. Pink orbs glanced up at him innocently. "That's it?"

"And...." Klaus huffed, "He admitted to thinking of you... sexually...." There was a pause as Klaus winced in anticipation of her response that would surely involved flailing limbs and shrieks of embarrassed ramblings. But it never came. 

"Huh. Well, that's dumb." She deadpanned. Klaus snapped his eyes open and gawked at her, eliciting an explanation. "I mean, to admit that to you is like suicide. It's no wonder you became so furious. If it was anyone else, they'd have been gone without a moment's notice. DRT. Dead right there." 

Klaus's thoughts swirled from the whiplash until he managed to pull out a relevant question. "That doesn't make you uncomfortable? I mean, to look at him from now on and think, 'Oh, he's fantasized about fucking me. I hope he doesn't get any ideas when I ask him to pass the potatoes.'" Catrina gave him an incredulous look before shaking her head. 

"You think Elias is the first guy to fantasize about me? Sure, it's kinda awkward because he's your brother, but it's no more awkward than knowing your best friend has thought about me. Or your arch nemesis."