Breaking The Rules

14

GUYS I LOVE KIARA AND NIKLAUS, I NEED SHIP NAMES🥺
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I was woken up to the smell of perfectly-cooked bacon, eggs, and toast. Soft music played in the distance and I could feel the smallest of smiles grow on my face, the sounds coming from the kitchen telling me that Niklaus was up.

My mind drifted back to yesterday and I couldn't help but smile even more, rolling on my back and throwing a pillow over my face to stop from giggling like a schoolgirl. I honestly never expected myself to turn out this way but I felt happy. For the first time in years, I was able to be happy. Never did I expect that my accidental bump-in with Niklaus St. Clair would lead to this, and I would do it again if I could if I was given the option.

I finally stood up and looked around for the shirt Niklaus threw off during our hours of passionate lovemaking. I ran my hand down the white button-up hanging on one of the armchairs in his bedroom, picking it up and buttoning it up my body. Once I was done, I quickly brushed my teeth and made my way to the kitchen as best as I could without limping.

Niklaus looked more relaxed than ever. His shoulders weren't as tense as they normally would be, he wasn't so stiff when he walked, and for crying out loud, the man was singing. He looked like he was on cloud-nine and my body couldn't help but warm up the longer I watched him.

Finally, he turned around, as if he could feel me staring, and grinned at me. "Good morning, kitten."

I smiled at him in response, giving him a short kiss. "G'morning."

"So, how was your sleep?" He asked, handing me a plate of food and a glass of orange juice.

"Besides having some creep trying to put his hands in my pants, it was pretty good," I answered with a slight grin.

"This creep still managed to get you to scream their name so I'll take that as a compliment," Niklaus spoke up, smirking down at me before giving my ass a firm squeeze. I inhaled sharply and got on my toes, kissing him quickly.

"So," he said, wrapping one arm around my waist, "what if your dad figures out that you're here with me?"

"I've already taken care of that," I assured him. "Murphy told me that he would tell my father how I've been at work, planning all day, and then he drove me home and made sure I continued there."

Niklaus hummed, tilting my head up and pressing our lips together in a slow kiss. I moved my hands up his broad chest and pulling away. Our lips still brushed and I kissed him again briefly, then slowly moved my attention to the pink scars that decorated his flesh.

His muscles stiffened and he watched me closely, his attention moving to my lips as I gently kissed the scars. My hands moved back to the sides of his neck, leaning back up and kissing him once more. Niklaus's hands crept down to my hips and he relaxed, biting at my bottom lip gently. I moaned when he pulled me close, ignoring the slight stumble of my steps.

"You want to know where I got the scars," he whispered against my mouth, "don't you?"

I slowly nodded, my eyebrows furrowing as his arms looped around my waist.

"I'll tell you once you tell me everything, starting with the phone call you got from your father."

I frowned. "How did you know it was him?"