I feel light touches on my forehead, cheek, jaw, and neck. I open my eyes slowly and see Nik holding me and kissing me. I giggle at the feel of his lips against my skin.
"Finally, you're awake," he says.
I stretch and groan and he starts kissing me all over again.
"Klaus, stop," I giggle and push him away.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," he says against my skin.
I giggle, "Nik, that tickles," I say.
He kisses me some more and holds me tighter against him.
"Nik," I laugh.
His hand travels down to my bum and he squeezes. I yell out but laugh.
"Nik," I laugh.
"Okay," he let's go, "I'm finished."
"You are so mean to me," I pout.
He kisses my lips and removes a strand of hair from my eyes. "I love to see your smile," he says.
I hum, "don't you have something to do today with Marcel," I ask.
"Not for Marcel, but I do have something to do," he says and kisses my lips.
"Well, what are you doing," I ask.
"I need to get a few witches," he says and kisses my lips again.
"Witches. What other supernatural things are out there," I ask.
"Werewolves, doppelgängers, ghosts-"
"Ghosts," I cut him off.
"Don't worry, I won't let them touch you," he says.
"Okay, well, when do you leave," I ask.
"10 minutes," he kisses my lips long and gentle.
"When will you be back," I ask.
"In the afternoon, it's 8 in he morning right now," he says.
"Make sure you hurry back," I say and he kisses my lips again.
"As soon as I can."
He pulls me tight and starts kissing up my neck again.
"Nik, stop," I laugh.
He let's go of me and smiles, then gets out of bed.
"Remember to not talk to strangers, don't even talk to Elijah," he says and leaves.
I go in the bathroom and take a shower. When u get out, I put on white fades shorts, and a red t-shirt. I comb my hair and walk down the stairs to the kitchen.
I make myself some coffee and eat the egg Nik left for me. He even put a little note on the pan.
While eating, Elijah comes into the kitchen and sits next to me. He doesn't really say anything, he just watches me, which is making me blush.
"I've never seen Niklaus act this way towards a human, or anyone for that matter," he says finally, "what is so special about you."
I hesitate, knowing Nik told me not to talk to him, "there is nothing special about me, I'm not sure why Nik chose me," I blush, "you should probably ask him, because I don't know the answer to your question."
"Will do," he pauses for a minute, "so, tell me about yourself."
"Um, I'm 20, I lived in the U.K up until my dad started to abuse me, I ran away and came to America. I love the color red, I love roses, music. I play a bit of the piano, I love to write and read," I say.
