My One And Only - Klena

Chapter 6

-Elena's POV-

I stood up from the couch, the bottles of whisking from which I drank from fell on the floor. Time to give myself a tour around the house. My legs wobbling and I tried my best to keep my balance as I walked around the house. In the kitchen, I leaned against the counter. Then, of course, I miscalculated where I was going to place my hand and I landed on the floor. 

 I burst into a fit of giggles and scratched my arm which seemed to quickly heal. "That hurt really bad." I giggled but the pain slowly faded. 

"Jesus Christ Elena! Are you alright?" Klaus rushed down the stairs as I remained on the floor laughing at myself. "You reek of whiskey. How many bottles did you have?" he asked, attempting to help me up.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck and softly giggled. Our faces centimeters apart. His warmth and scent slowly drove me crazy. He smelled so good.  I leaned forward and bit his ear while laughing. "Don't worry Mr. Hybrid. I'm ok!" I stood up on my own and maintained my balance by putting both hands at my waist and legs apart to not fall. For some reason, the room suddenly felt really hot and warm. 

I removed my jacket and threw it on the floor about to take my shirt off as well. Klaus rushed to pull it down and keep it on. I groaned and stomped my foot. "It's hot..." I said and almost fell down if it weren't for Klaus. 

A smile was clear on his lips but I decided to not say anything about it. "Alright Love, you've had too much to drink. I'll take you to your room," he said and I was suddenly picked up over his shoulders. 

"If I fall you're dead!" I slapped his butt earning a low growl from him. I whispered a soft "sorry" and I gave up fighting against him. He can't kill me anyway.

The room seemed far from the kitchen or he was walking really, really, slow. "Have you ever wanted to die?" 

"What do you mean?" we finally reached the stairs. 

"Being immortal. It's not fun... many people die because of you. As soon as you get attached to someone, they're gone." I don't know why but being drunk always gets me sentimental. One reason why I hate drinking. "I hate losing people..." I felt my eyes tear up but I tried to hold it in. 

We reached a room and he unlocked the room with a key. "I have. Few times." He was honest and I tried not to cry. "You learn to numb it." 

I was put down on the bed, as soon as I had a look at his dim blue eyes, I lost it. My eyes watered and I began crying. "I've lost friends. Family. Ever since I became immortal." I cried and tried wiping my tears. Klaus who sat in front of me didn't seem surprised. His eyes were filled with kindness and warmth. 

He wiped my tears with both his hands and I stared at him as he softly smiled. "It wasn't your choice to become like this. You have every right to cry when the enemy isn't looking. When you stand in front of them, you will be stronger than you were yesterday. We can't die. It's hard to love. Just realize that someone who can't die has forever to love." 

His touch became hypnotizing by the second. I melted into his touch and was drawn in, probably thanks to the alcohol. In less than a second, I wrapped my arms around him and pushed his head closer to mine. Our lips meeting halfway through. The spark flowed through my very being. I heard a low growl come from Klaus' lips as he pushed me forward and against the soft bed.

We fought for dominance and he clearly won, his hands at the small of my waist. He hovered over me and I arched my back as he began placing kisses all over my body. There was a big amount of ecstasy and was spiraled into a sense of euphoria. 

To Be Continued...