Pray For The Wicked : Kol Mikaelson [2]

168: Antes De Morir, Quiero El Cielo

Translation: Before I Die, I Want Heaven
- Antes de Morirme (feat. Rosalía) - C. Tangana

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Two, if you ever have any questions, I'm always happy to answer (I might ramble, soz)
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"Kol..." MJ mumbled, "Oh my god – "

Her shoulders rolled as a moan escaped her lips.

He was sitting next to her on the bed, grinning, one arm out to the side, fingers fiddling with her hair, the other turning the page of the book on his lap.

Another noise slipped out, causing him to cackle and lightly pinch her cheek.

MJ shot awake, panting and flustered, looking around her apartment before slowly resting an accusatory glare on him.

"You!"

He was deliberately focused on the page, "Me."

"That's not what I meant when I said you could go in my head!" Her entire face was red, "You said you'd behave!"

He hesitated, "You're not actually mad, are you?"

She stared at him.

Then flopped back down to the pillow, "No."

Kol winked cheekily.

"I'm embarrassed because your face tells me I was vocal," She huffed, "But I'm not mad."

MJ really thought about where she'd been in the dream.

"That was Brienno," She'd been on a sofa, but not one she'd owned, "It was the Bed and Breakfast in Italy."

"That was Brienno," He smiled, turning another page, "Brienno without the irritating reason you were there interrupting us."

i.e. Klaus and the cure.

"I love hearing you moan my name," He mused, "Even in your sleep, it's clear I'm the only person who knows how to do it right."

"Egotistical little – "

"I love how you smile while it's happening too."

She stopped her insult to gaze at him fondly.

"And, most importantly," Kol put a hand up, "I love..."

His voice failed him when he made the mistake of trying to look her in the eye. MJ's soft expression, waiting for the end of the sentence he'd started so confidently.

"I," He tried to make the words work, changing the sentence, "I love that you didn't start a single fire as you woke up."

It was nine-thirty, which was a lie in for her, and it was the smoothest wake up she'd had all 'holiday'.

"Yeah, yeah," MJ shook her head, "Well played."

"If you're really in the mood,  I have no problem with you taking a moment to finish yourself off," He turned another page, "Though, for the past twenty minutes, you've been telling me how much you like my – "

She started to attack him with her pillow.

"So, if you're tapped out – " He managed to catch it out of her hands after about three hits, "Completely understood."

MJ shuffled back up to sitting, "I will give you points for the sleep therapy."

It had been nearly two weeks since Christmas, and she'd gone from sleeping two hours max, breaking every light in the room as her eyes opened, to an incredibly healthy ten hours with almost no reaction. The occasional window slam or flying book, but nothing potentially life-threatening.