A Battle For My Heart (Klaus Mikaelson Love Story)

Chapter 8: Dreams

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I was sitting at the bottom of the bed, rubbing my feet. Marcel was standing a few inches away. "My feet hurt so badly." I said. Marcel got down on his knees and started rubbing my feet. "Marcel." I protested. "Hush." He told me. "Thank you." I said. "You're welcome." He said. Marcel rubbed my feet for a good twenty minutes before I got up to go shower.

I went to take my dress off, but I couldn't get the knot untied in the back. "Marcel!" I yelled, the door was cracked open a bit. "I need help." I heard the knock at the door, "Come in." I said. "What's the matter?" He asked when he entered. "I can't get my dress off." I hissed, still trying to untie the knot by looking in the mirror. Marcel just laughed, then walked over to messed with the knot. "So besides Klaus taking my kingdom, did you have fun tonight?" Marcel asked while he untied the dress. He was still on this! All I said was tonight was horrible and he took it personally. I wish he didn't. "Yes, I had a wonderful time." I said.

After Marcel untied it, he unlaced the corset and then unzipped it. "Thank you." I said relieved. "Anytime." Marcel winked at me before he left the bathroom and shut the door. I got in the shower, the water running over my tired, sore body. Today was great, but horrible at the same time. I got out of the shower and brushed my teeth and combed my hair. I went to get dressed and realized that I yet again left my clothes in his room. I opened the door to warn Marcel. "Hey, I forgot my clothes again and I'm coming out to get them." I pulled the towel tight and headed out.

He laughed at me and I went over to where I thought they were. I looked around his room for at least five minutes and never found them. I laid on the bed with a towel wrapped around me. Marcel tapped my thigh. I looked up at him and he was holding my pajamas. "Looking for these."

"Yes. Where'd you find them" I said grabbing them from his hands. "On the floor." He said obviously. "Thanks, but I'm not going back to the bathroom so go and stand in the corner. And don't look until I'm dressed." I warned him. "I won't." He said raising his hands.

I put my bra and panties on. They were black with red and pink hearts with a lace cover. I turned to get my pajamas and they were gone. I looked in the corner where Marcel was supposed to be stand and he was gone. "Looking for these...again." He joked popping up behind me. "Give me those." I yelled at him, trying to grab them. "I told you not to look until I was dressed!"

"You are dressed." He defended. "No, I'm not." I said back. "You're dressed, but you're dressed sexy, either way you're dressed." He smiled. "Give me my pajamas." I said jumping for them. "Nah, I think they're better up here." Marcel said holding them in the air, knowing I couldn't reach them.

I growled and grabbed his neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I got my pajamas. I tried to get down but Marcel wouldn't let me go. He had a solid grip on me.
"Marcel, can you put me down, please." I said. Marcel stared into my eyes for a minute, and I was beginning to wonder if he would ever let me go. He finally set me down and I put my shorts on and buttoned up my long sleeve shirt. A part of me wanted to kiss Marcel. I didn't know why, but he was so sweet to me and I felt connected to him. I wasn't sure how to approach a kiss. I'd never met a person that I had these type of feelings for. Maybe he felt the same, or maybe not. He gave me a look and I laid down, crawling in next to me.

"Leighanne." Marcel quietly said. It was dark, but he was close enough that I could feel his breath on my ear, giving me an idea of how close he was to me. "Yeah." I choked out. My mouth was suddenly dry. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable." He said. "You didn't." I said honestly. I was more nervous than uncomfortable. "Then why'd you tell me to put you down?" Marcel asked. "I don't know." I didn't want to tell him the truth. I was afraid of being rejected.
"And Marcel, even if Klaus took your kingdom, you're still a king to me." I told him and turned my face towards him. "Thanks Leigh." The nickname instantly brought back memories. "My dad used to call me Leigh." I smiled to myself, thinking about all our times spent together. "I can tell you miss him." Marcel said. "I do, every day." It was quiet between us, and I wished that he would say something else. Sitting here in the dark thinking about my dad made me want to cry and I didn't feel like crying tonight.