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@elenaes asked:
she certainly couldn't resist that, immediately getting to her feet as the blanket fell to the floor. she moved to stand in front of him, cheeks noticeably pinker than before. ❛❛ it really had been an innocent request ... ❜❜ but given the way her expression had shifted into something far more amorous, it clearly wasn't that way anymore. she reached out and placed her hands on his shoulders, running her nails lightly over the muscles found there as she waited to see where he wanted her.
"I don't believe that for a moment," his hands found her waist, thumbs caressing her ribs lightly, before sliding out along the swell of her belly. Klaus tugged her forward, between his widespread knees, looking up at her with a certain mad adoration in his eye.
"Dear one, you are insatiable," he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her stomach and inhaling deeply. Elena's scent was complex, his own was always there now, even if freshly showered. The sweet warmth of vanilla coated the back of his throat, mouth salivating lightly in a definite pavlovian response. Klaus exhaled slowly, pressing another kiss a little lower, right on top of her belly button - his thumbs now sliding down along the front of her hips. When he breathed again he closed his eyes, sifting through the salty tang of her skin, through the layers of hormones and pheromones, the pregnancy had changed the inherent sent of her. Everything about her called to him as warmth, safety, his.
she's pouting silently in his direction, feeling like it's been far too long since he's given her any attention.
"You know you may as well drape yourself across my lap for all the subtlety you're displaying."
💗 + 💓
YOUR AFFECTION.
💓 to listen to my muse's heartbeat.
💗 to lean against my muse.
What are you doing? He'd asked once, and she'd told him she was listening to his heart beat. He'd smiled and shook his head at her, said heart skipping a beat - hopefully it went unnoticed. Klaus didn't need to ask again, she'd so often lay against his chest to self sooth, moving her hair away from her ear in an effort to be closer. He didn't have to strain to hear hers, two beats for his every one, until she relaxed and fell into sync with him.
When she leaned against him at one of his famous Mikaelson parties, heart racing and nerves clearly on edge, he did not hesitate to scoop her up and hold her in his lap. Pretty dress and fine suit be damned, anyone watching be damned, for a moment he would shield her against it all. The only message anyone would see is that this little doppelganger belonged to him.
Valentine’s Day Application
Name: your favorite doppelganger 😘 elena gilbert. Age: 24. Do you like to cuddle?: obviously. if i was any bigger fan of it than i already am, superglue would have to get involved. Can we make-out?: if we don't, i might just shrivel up and die. A night in or dinner out?: either, but i'd probably prefer a night in so i don't need to risk having to share your attention. Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: no preference, they're both yummy and can be equally messy :) Chocolates and roses?: yes please 🥺 What makes you a good Valentine?: is the endless affection and willingness to get on my knees not enough? Would you cook for me?: i would...be happy to try. Would you let me cook for you?: i might just commit a crime to see you in the kitchen cooking for me. Where would you take me on a date?: this feels like it should be my question, but somewhere that would hopefully allow you to chill. maybe an art gallery, a planetarium, somewhere we could have a picnic. or we could just stay in and i could pamper you with affection and massages and anything else you'd want <3 Who’s paying?: you of course, don't you have a billion dollars or something? What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: it's hard to get something for someone who could buy anything he wants, so i went with something handmade. this is super embarrassing but it might be a journal completely filled with my feelings for you but if you're not interested in that i can always wear just a bow and present myself as your gift.
"I absolutely will take that journal darling, and in return I will treat you to a valentines day you would be hard pressed to forget." The hybrid had to purposefully mask the sudden fullness in his chest when she went over the date suggestions. Elena's attention to detail and desire to bring him comfort should not have come as a surprise, but it was touching nonetheless.
🌑
Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse
Klaus knew it was her the moment his door creaked open. Staring at the ceiling in the darkness, there was naught to do but listen to the creeping sounds of an old home. He'd listened to her quietly slip out of bed and go into her en suite, then came the quiet padding of feet to the kitchen for a glass of water. He'd listened to her hesitation when it came to return to her room. Stop at her doorway or continue down the deep hall?
He waited to see what she would choose, imagine his surprise when she didn't speak or attempt to stake him - instead over turning the covers on the opposite of the bed and slipping in. The hybrid opened his mouth to speak and was met with a hissed don't.
It wasn't until her back was pressed to his chest and his arms wrapped around her that he spoke, "I know what it is to be alone Elena."
[ COOKIES ]: the sender and the receiver spend the night in the kitchen decorating cookies together.
wintry prompts
"You know, for a text that said, [911 come over NOW] - decorating a bakeshop's worth of cookies wasn't in my top ten guesses." It was the night before yet another Mystic Fall event and somehow Elena was in charge of brining ALL the cookies.
"Don't worry, I'm secretly a pro."