Devil's Angel ° {K.M}[Rewriting]

{058}

Because The Night
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"I'm drunk on your voice, high on the moment. I'd fall for you twice if that's what you wanted. I'd give you my life from now till forever. I'm falling in love with you over and over again."
—Forest Blakk {Fall Into Me}
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The persistent vibrating of her phone was an unwelcome disturbance after the dozing pair. America groaned in annoyance as she threw an arm out, blindly reaching for the device. Klaus, laying with his head on her chest, grumbled as he was shifted but made no effort to help in any way. Her soft huff of laughter was fond as she carded her fingers through his hair—it was slightly longer, curling at the ends. When she grabbed a hold of her phone, she didn't bother checking the caller ID, disoriented enough when Klaus adjusted to bury his face in her neck, his harsh exhale tickling the sensitive skin.

   "Hello?" Her voice was rough exhaustion, especially given that it was—"6 am," she deadpanned, a note of displeasure in her voice, "why the hell is anyone calling me this early?" There was a familiar, deep chuckle on the other end that had her annoyance dissipating instantly. "I apologize but I do believe that you scolded me that I must, on a minimum, call four times a week." America's eyes widened pleasantly, a smile tugging at her lips. "Elijah?" Her delight was easily heard, Klaus huffing where he lay.

Affectionately, she dug her fingers into his scalp, smirking slightly when he practically melted in her hold but she did tug at his hair momentarily in reprimand. In response, he nipped at the skin of her neck to which she glared at him—a look he felt more than saw himself. "Now there is the greeting I was anticipating. How are you, my dear?" Humming noncommittally, she bypassed the urge to shrug when it occurred to her moments before that it would jostle Klaus. He looked endearingly peaceful where he lay although the man would disagree.

"I've been better but I could be worse. I wasn't doing that well but—oh, Elijah!" His amusement was clear in his voice as he indulged her good mood, "Yes, Eleanora?" Her eyes crinkled at the edges, her fingers absently tracing the tattoo on her lover's shoulder, "Did you know Nik built me a house? And where he put it?" Despite being cranky a minute before, she was buzzing with excitement now. "No, I don't believe so. Tell me all about it, dear." And so she did, loving every second that Elijah listened to her gush over details of the home—some of which he already knew.

For although he hadn't known about the house, he had contributed to it under a false pretense in order to keep it a surprise. And yet. . . he let her tell it as it was and how important it was to her even if he suspected or already knew. America loved him for it. And as she went on and on, Klaus wore a seemingly permanent smile that she felt against her skin. It mirrored her own as she happily rambled.