The Originals Imagines

Prisoner- Klaus Mikaelson

Sunlight hit my eyes, waking me up from a dazed sleep. Not remembering where I was for a slight second until I felt Klaus' arms wrap around my torso. Turning over my shoulder I'm met with the "Big Bad Hybrid's" snoring face. When he's not awake and causing chaos he looks almost at peace.

His eyes are shut, and even though I can't appreciate his blue eyes at the moment, I can imagine the look he'd give me if he knew I was admiring him in his sleep.

"Stop it" Klaus' gruff morning voice cutting off my inner voice.

His eyes were now open, looking into mine. I could tell he was irritated about my staring from the look in his eyes. Flashing him a small smile I could see him ease up.

"Come." Klaus grabbed the middle of my stomach turning me over to be fully towards him and as closer to him. If that was even possible. For me such a grouch to people, he really does like cuddling.

"Today you're mine." Nudging his nose with mine.

I hummed to him as I laced my fingers through his dark blonde hair. The sunlight illuminating his face, and God help me if I wasn't already in love with this man at this moment I'd have fallen hard.

Days like today rarely happen where it's just Klaus and I. With everything that's happening with the ongoing fight for the crown of New Orleans, it's almost like we never have time for just us.

"You're staring again." Klaus gives me a look of disapproval.

"Well obviously have you seen yourself. I mean of course you have. You can be a little weird with your vanity sometimes..." Drawing out the last part because of the look that's being thrown my way by said wolf-man.

I throw him back a glare.

Before I can tell him why I'm staring, I'm thrown onto my back by Klaus' vamp-speed. I'm guessing there's a look of surprise on my face from the smirk plastered on Klaus' face. I observe Klaus' eyes as they trail over my face stopping on my lips. Which I subconsciously use my tongue to wet.

Klaus' eyes visibly darkened and I felt him move closer to my face. Closing my eyes, I push my lips towards his.

"Well isn't this just adorable." Rebekah's voice breaks our moment.

Klaus' eyes close in frustration and a low growl emits from his throat.

"Sister, get the bloody hell out." Klaus turns over, now sitting up.

Rebekah and Klaus seem to be having an unspoken argument. Before they end up ripping the room apart I believe it'd be best if I interrupted them.

"Good morning, Bekah. What can we help you with?'

Bekah's eyes move towards mine and her scowl turns upright.

"Y/N, my dear friend. You will be accompanying me today to pick out dresses for the ball Elijah's throwing," I'm about to interrupt, "and before you come up with any excuses I know you have nothing to do today other than lounge around. So get your bloody arse up."

She turns around, not seeing the unkind gesture Klaus is throwing at her.

"I'll be in the car waiting!" she yells as she slams the door.

I exhale taking in the last moments of warmth before stretching my legs and making my way towards Klaus' and I's shared bathroom.

Klaus speeds in front of me before I can open the door.

"No you can't get up! You're my prisoner for the day." Klaus' face drops, making him look like he's trying to give me a puppy dog look. Most likely hoping I'd feel bad and not go with his sister.

I place my hand on his cheek. "Nik, I wish I could stay here with you for the whole day I really do. But, if it came down to making you or your sister mad. I'd rather keep Bekah pleased. I love her but I don't put it past her to shave my head while I'm sleeping."

"I'd protect you. I always will." Klaus says to me as he reaches for my hand which is grazing his face.

"I know baby. And you do it so well. But I'm going with Beks." Taking my hands out of his and opening the door to the bathroom. As I'm about to enter I notice the lack of movement from behind me. Peering over my shoulder I see Nik standing there with the everlasting puppy dog face looking towards the floor. Exhaling I turn and walk towards him placing my hand back onto his face.

"Hey, I'll be back later ok. Call me Elijah if you want but I'm giving you my word that when I come home tonight I'm all yours ok." His face visibly relaxes.

"All mine, love?" He questions with a stupid smirk that I wish I could smack off. But, instead I kiss the corner of his mouth.

"All yours."