The Originals Preferences

#42 You're On Your Period

Klaus: "Klaus," You groaned, shoving your face into a pillow, "Shoot me." Klaus chuckled, rubbing the small of your back, "Don't keep your face there too long, you might suffocate." You sat up, grabbing the pillow and chucking it at him, "Not funny." He shrugged as he threw the pillow towards the end of the bed, "What's up with you, anyway?" You groaned again, not wanting to explain this to him. "Did you drink too much or something?" He pressed. You shook your head, "No. No, it's just cramps." He made a small 'o' with his mouth before standing up, "I'll be right back." He gave you a swift kiss on the forehead and left the room. A few minutes later Klaus came back, carrying a variety of delivery menus and a warm towel. "Here," He said, sitting down gently at the end of the bed, "Let's put this on your belly." He gently pushed your shirt up and laid the towel on your stomach. "And then," He said, leaving a small kiss on your hip, "We can order chinese - or pizza - your choice, while we wait for that," he motioned to the towel, "To help." You giggled, "How'd you know?" He lied down next to you, looking at the menus, "Rebekah used to get them all the time. I was the only one who'd deal with her."

Elijah: "Can't we just cuddle today?" You whined into the phone, "I don't feel like going out today." You rolled over onto your stomach, wincing in pain. "What's wrong, baby girl?" Elijah's voice sounded gently into the phone, "You're always up for going out." Your cheeks flushed slightly at his newfound nickname for you, "It's um, you know. That time of the month." His giggle rang through the phone and you chewed on your bottom lip, wishing he'd stop. He noticed your silence and quickly stopped, "Cuddling sounds great, lovely. I'll be over there in a few." A half hour later there was a knock at the door. "It's open," You yelled, not wanting to get up. Elijah found his way to your room, setting two small bags onto the table by your door. "Hey, baby." He said, kissing your forehead, "Feeling better?" You frowned, pulling him towards you and kissing him a few times, "Not at all. What's that?" You motioned to the bags. "That," He said, "Is your 'Feel Better' pack."

Marcel: "I've missed you, baby." Marcel mumbled against your lips, pulling you on to his lap, "I've missed you so fucking much." He brought his lips to your jawline softly before meeting your lips again. You pulled away, giggling softly, "I've missed you too, dork." He smiled, "Oh, really?" You nodded, bringing your lips to his once again. He smiled, kissing you back just as passionately. After a few kisses you pulled away, pecking his lips quickly followed by his nose, cheek and forehead, He chuckled lowly, "Then show me." He brought his lips to your neck, sucking lightly right above your collarbone. You whimpered quietly. He brought his hand under your shirt, gripping your side, causing you to grind into him. "Wait, Marcel," You said, suddenly remembering what day of the month it is, "We can't." "Why not?" He asked, pouting slightly. "Don't do the face," You groaned, "It's that time." He stared at you blankly, not getting the hint. You sighed, "I'm on my period," He made an 'o' shape with his mouth, causing you to giggle. "I have an idea," He said, kissing you softly. "We'll have," He kissed you again, "An old fashioned," he kissed your neck gently, "Junior-high makeout session," he finished, sucking lightly on your collar bones. You laughed, "That sounds wonderful,"

Vincent: "I knew I'd find you here," Vincent laughed, throwing his shoes off before climbing into the bathtub with you. He wrapper his arms around you, tangling his legs with yours, and kissed your forehead. "What's the reason for our bathtub therapy today, beautiful?" He readjusting his body so that your head was on his chest. You groaned, "Period." He chuckled, running his hand through your hair, "Poor, baby." He kissed your temple and grabbed your hand, playing with your fingers. "It fucking sucks, Vincent." You mumbled into his chest. "I know," he sighed, "No sex for a week. A week. Fucking terrible." You hit his chest lightly with your palm, "Jackass." He shrugged, "I was kidding, babe. I'm okay with it, it means more cuddles." You mumbled something about how he better have meant that before falling asleep. You wake up to freezing cold water dripping down your face. "What the fuck?" Vincent said, speaking your thoughts out loud. You realized the shower had come on and quickly turned the faucet off. "It was you, you giant fucking dork." You said, climbing out of the bathtub, "You turned the knob with your foot." He climbed out after you, shaking his hair out, laughing, "I'm sorry, (y/n)," You laughed, grabbing some towels from the cabinet, "It's okay. How about we get changed and cuddle?"

Josh: You shoved another cheese curl in your mouth, careful not to smudge the mask on your face. Your face had broken out like crazy since your period started, and you found a mask that was supposed to help with break outs. So you popped a movie into the DVD player and masked your face up, settling in for a long night. You flicked your eyes to Josh, biting back a grin. He was masking with you and the thought almost distracted you from the raging cramps and moodiness you were experiencing. "Reese is just such a good actress," he said, grabbing a hand full of cheese curls. You giggled, pleased that he wanted to stick around with you tonight. Josh didn't mind, he liked this. He liked just sitting with you, even if it meant he had to put on this ridiculous face mask and watch Sweet Home Alabama fifteen times. "I know, the masks have to come off in like two minutes," you said checking the timer you had set. "I hope my skin is soft," he said seriously as he hopped up from the couch. There were few guys who could wear a face mask and watch chick flicks with their girlfriends. But Josh had no shame when it came to you. He grabbed a warm washcloth and wiped off his mask, his face red for the time being. He dropped to his knees in front of you, the sight of him gazing up at you so sweetly made your heart flutter. "Your turn baby," gingerly he wiped the mask from your face, kissing each place where your skin came through. You smiled as he went, his lips feathering over your nose, forehead and eyelids. "There's my pretty girl," he grinned, kissing your lips gently. "Thank you," you said softly, touched at how kind he was to you all the time. "Anything for you, you know that," he said tossing the wash cloth into the sink. He curled up beside you, his fingers running through your hair as you both binged out on junk. "Feeling better?" He asked, his lips on your temple. You beamed at him, all your ailments long forgotten as Josh held you. "I'm perfect," you smiled, your hand lacing through his.

Jackson: "I need chocolate," you groaned, your mouth watering at just the name alone. He snickered from his spot on the couch, his eyes watching as you curled into a ball. Your period always came and hit you hard, it was inevitable and Jackson hated this time of month because he hated seeing you in pain. He did whatever he could for you to make it easier, massages, warm baths, whatever. But the cravings were the funniest part. He'd gone and gotten ice cream at 3 am or pizza for breakfast. Whatever you needed, he would get it. "I have it," he said proudly. He had stocked up in advance this time, wanting to be ready for anything. "You do?" You sat up, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He nodded, reaching into the closet behind him and pulling down a box that said EMERGENCY on it in his familiar, loopy scrawl. "I figured I need to be ready for anything. So I have chocolate, pretzels, drugs, hot packs," he pulled the items out of the box, explaining his reasoning behind each one. He loved you so much and it hit you so hard it brought tears to your eyes. It didn't help that you were already emotional but this was the icing on the cake. "Why are you crying?" He asked, scrambling over to you with the bag of chocolate. He pulled you into his lap, your cheek pressed against his as he hugged you. "That's so nice," you sniffled, fingers tangling in his hair. He smiled and squeezed you, didn't you know by now there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for you? "Baby, I want to do whatever I can for you," he chuckled, confused at the rush of emotion. He opened the bag of chocolate as you clung to him, your face pressed into his neck. "Open, come on," you pulled back a bit and you let him pop a piece of Dove chocolate into your mouth. You hummed low in your throat as you sucked on it, a few tears still clinging to your eyelashes. He caught each one and pressed them to his heart. He kept all your tears there, all your kisses. He kept you there, in the most vital part of him. "Good?" He asked huskily, his eyes on your lips. You nodded, feeling the tension start up in his body. His hands dropped to your ass and gave it a squeeze, his lips touching your jaw. "Want some?" You asked softly as his eyes darkened. "Yes," he growled, his hand curling into a fist in your hair as you brought your mouth to his.