Trial and Error (The Fun Gilbert Book 6)

Chapter 12- Christmas Eve is a Bitch

Jessica's P.O.V.

I look at Klaus as he sleeps. He always looks so peaceful when he's sleeping, like he did when he was human whenever we were together. When he forgot what Mikael would do to him and just enjoy our time together. Or when he paints, even today, he gets this look of peace that seems to consume him. It was one of the things that attracted me to him when we were in Spain.

I always knew that he was hot and even sexy but I didn't start to feel the attraction until I woke up one morning and saw him painting me from memory. It was good and he was so focused he didn't even notice I was there until he had finished. Come to think of it, I don't know what he did with that painting. I shake the though off and try to wipe the grin off my face as I look down at my Christmas themed lingerie.

I had bought two sets. One for Damon's Christmas eve present that he will receive and Nik's for this morning since his present, along with his sibling's, is Henrik. It's a red nighty with a low cut to showcase my growing cleavage with a little piece of fabric that makes it look like a belt and the material is see-through so he can see my matching red panties through the material. I know he's going to love it, now to just wake him up. (The lingerie for Nik is pictured above)

I lean over him from my spot next to him on the bed and give him a feather-like kiss. He hums in his sleep, making me smile. "Nikki, it's time to wake up," I whisper. He mutters something unintelligible and I giggle as he opens his eyes to look at me. A smile over takes his face as he sees me hovering above him.

"Morning, love," he says in his sexy morning voice.

"It will be once you unwrap your present."

"What present?" He asks in confusion and I giggle again before moving away and standing up. His eyes widen before scanning my scantily clad body as his pupil dilate and darken in lust.

"Well, are you going to stare or unwrap me?" I demand and, using his vampire speed, his arm shoots out and pulls me to the bed. I squeal in delight before the sound is cut off by his lips connecting with mine. It's a slow kiss, it still has the same passion as it always does but it isn't as demanding, as though he's perfectly fine just kissing me for hours. One of his hands rests on my waist while the other cups my neck beneath my hair as his tongue caresses mine in a blissful pleasure. Eventually we pull away and I see his eyes are no longer full of lust but rather love as he looks up at me, making me smile.

I climb onto him and sit on his lap before kissing him. I moan in pleasure as his tongue enters my mouth to explore once more, causing me to move against him involuntarily, causing him to groan and buck his hips up before pulling away. "This reminds me of our first time kissing in Greece," he chuckles and I roll my eyes.

"I was actually dreaming about that the other day when I saw Lucien at Rousseau's. I always thought that was my first kiss until I died and remembered that you compelled away a kiss in Spain."

"If only I knew what was in store if I had let you remember," he jokes with a smug grin before flipping us over so he's hovering over me. "I think I'd like to see what's under your wrapping," he says, cornily and I snort before he kisses me softly on the lips before feathering kisses down my jaw, to my neck, taking the time to suck hard on my pulse point to make me moan loudly, then he moves down to my collarbone, kissing over to my shoulder as he slides one of the straps down my arm, following its path with his lips before kissing back up my arm and to my other shoulder to do the same thing. I can feel his smirk as I gasp, moan, and squirm beneath him as he continues his ministrations.

Smut Ahead, You've Been Warned! Look For Smut End if you wish to skip.

He pulls the nighty down my body before focusing on my breasts. He presses a feather-like kiss on my nipple and I groan in frustration, needed the teasing to stop before I explode from the wetness pooling at my core. "Nik-" I go to complain, only to be cut off when he presses his tongue flat against my nipple, causing me to moan.