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3rd Person
It was Mia's 21st birthday when she tried alcohol for the first time, sat on her bed with Klaus laughing at the random things. She'd turned into the incredible, independent, beautiful woman he always knew she'd be.
"You've got." He laughs, reaching and rubbing the droplet of alcohol from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. She smiled appreciably, he didn't know if it was all the alcohol that gotten to his head or if he was genuinely staring at her lips.
Her lips were a pale pink that reminded him of a rose bud. The top lip was thinner, but not too thin, and it had a natural cupid's bow; the bottom one was larger and more plush.
He wanted to feel her lips against his, though they are rough and thin - perhaps she wouldn't like them, he thinks.
The confidence the alcohol gave him was enough to go against those worries, he noticed she was staring at his too. Before he could stop himself, he moved a curl out her fave and behind her ear, admiring the wild curls he always loved.
They both knew it was coming. A shy look before he pulled her face closer and their lips met. When she kissed him, his brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout his entire body. After that he was addicted, he couldn't bare not to be with her and he could barely breathe when she was around. That kiss was his salvation and torment. He lived for them and would die with the memory of them on his lips. He dedicated his life to being with her from the moment of that first kiss, for he knew that if he lost her he would loose himself. She was the half that made him whole.
As their lips parted, Mia hesitantly looked up at him. The swirls of emotion she saw there made her gasp. Lust and desire. However, before she could ponder about it further, he yanked her to him and covered her mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As their lips crushed together, she felt like she was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips connected with hers. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than she could have imagined and she opened her mouth with a low moan.
He paryed away from her to speak, "Is this what you truly want?"
"Uh- .." she was at a loss for words, too much to comprehend.
"This waiting to have sex with you, it's just a self-preservation thing... because once we go there, once we are that intimate, I'll be in love with you. So, my own sake, I need you to feel the same, that this is something you want, that you'll keep me, that you want me to keep you. That's all it is." Still after hundreds of years, his fear of abandonment stuck with him.
