𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Kai Parker's little sister, Elizabeth after escaping her prison world, sleeps with the only vampire that can procreate, just her luck. Being pregnant with a miracle child, what a joke.
[Klaus Mikaelson]
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Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror, struggling with the zipper on her dress. It was the Casket Girls' celebration tonight, and boredom had driven her to try on outfits she knew she'd never wear comfortably with her baby bump. She sighed, twisting awkwardly to reach the back of the dress.
Klaus appeared in the doorway behind her, a grin tugging at his lips. She caught his reflection in the mirror.
"Need some help, sweetheart?" he asked smoothly.
"You might need to use all that hybrid strength of yours, Niky," Elizabeth said with an exaggerated pout.
He chuckled, stepping closer until he was just behind her, her bare back exposed. His fingers brushed lightly over a scar on her skin, the amusement fading from his face for a moment. Then, carefully, he fastened the zipper and buttoned the dress with ease.
Elizabeth wrinkled her nose at her reflection. "Not exactly the most authentic Casket Girl look. Don't think they were going for five months pregnant and mildly homicidal.'"
Klaus's hands slid up to rest gently on her shoulders. He leaned in, his voice low in her ear, sending a ripple of shivers down her spine.
"I think you look ravishing."
She snorted. "I look bloated and absurd. Ugh, being pregnant is so annoying."
"You look even more exquisite than the night we met," he murmured.
She turned her head to grin at him. "Keep going. I like it when you say things like that."
She had resisted her feelings for him at first. It was dangerous, uncertain, and overwhelming. But Klaus made her feel...wanted. Safe. Alive. Eventually, she'd stopped hesitating and let herself fall, deep and reckless.
"I've seen many beautiful women, Elizabeth," he said, kissing the curve of her neck, "but none compare to you."
She sighed in pleasure. "That tickles, Nik."
His kisses trailed lower, and his hands moved to the zipper once more—but this time, he was undoing it. She turned to face him, letting the dress slip to the floor, revealing the dark red lingerie she'd once joked about showing him someday.
"Do you like it?" she asked, eyes glittering with mischief. "I picked it out with you in mind."
Klaus's gaze darkened. "You're stunning, my love."
Without another word, he pulled her into a kiss—deep, hungry, possessive. She moaned softly against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their bodies moved in sync, needful and electric. Elizabeth tugged off his shirt, and he lifted her by the waist with ease, making her laugh as he laid her gently on the bed.
