Undefined/Defined

Undefined

A soft pillowy weight on your lips woke you. Suddenly you felt the senses come to life, as if a source of warmth perched on the tip of your lips. Sleepily you opened your eyes, only to widen in disbelief when you saw him. Him with those soft lips on yours.

To the whole world, Klaus Hargreeves was Number Four. But to you, he was just Klaus, your friend. You knew him and lasted long enough in his life to remain a close, trusted one. And it was clear you loved him dearly. To be quite honest, you didn't know how exactly you loved him. Was it platonic? Was it romantic? You didn't know. Being the pansexual, adventurous man he was, he had his wild side, he had his open palate for substances and lovers, and you never bat an eye. What ever the case, whoever he was with, you were the supportive buddy. You never bothered defining your feelings about him, you just knew how much you cared for him in the end. And you made sure you were always there for him. With endless rants, followed by emotional weeping. All while puffs of smoke surrounded your heads like halos, sending you up to the metaphorical clouds while moving your hips to a song you both enjoyed.

But when you find yourself woken up by something as unexpected as his kiss, you suddenly began to question all that you never did. His eyes tightly closed, his lips remained glued to you ever so devotedly.

Unable to handle this ludicrousness, you slowly broke off, allowing his eyes to open, and to see your surprised ones.

"Klaus..." you whispered, resting yourself on your elbows, "What was that?" You chuckled, for this was just insane.

Opening his mouth, Klaus paused for a few seconds, as if he didn't know what came over him.

"I just..I just wanted to see what it's like.." he said, his green orbs capturing you, "...What it's like to kiss you" he breathed.

Normally you'd expect him to say something as that with the strongest flavor of sarcasm, and you'd roll your eyes, hit him playfully, proceeding to call him a 'drama queen'.

In hopes of confirmation, you resorted to the obvious.

"Are you high?"

"...No" he answered softly and honestly.

Yes, his eyes did not lie. There was nothing but genuine curiosity, washed and cleaned with sobriety and innocence. This was something you rarely glimpsed in him. His vulnerability was only shared with the mutual respect whenever you two would engage in deeper levels of conversation.

This innocence, this vulnerability infused with this kiss, suddenly made your heart race. You felt as he looked at you through a different lens.

"Well..." your cheeks started burning, as you continued, "Do wanna...do it again maybe?"

Klaus broke into a huge smile that even reached his eyes. Blushing, you cleared your throat, "Well...only if you liked it the first t-"

Interrupting you with his enthusiastic lips, patience was not in Klaus' agenda.

Infecting you with his emotions was his secret talent, and at this moment, you felt it in the extreme. Holy shit, you were actually kissing Klaus Hargreeves. Laying back down, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. With his weight on top of you, he stroked your hair gently. You moaned softly when you felt his tongue lick your lips, beseeching an entryway to rendezvous with your own.

The curls in his hair tickled your forehead as your kisses grew deeper. Talk about a cherry on top. This was all too much. This was all too new. You didn't know what to do, except one.

Pulling away, you held his face, your fingers grazing his jaw with such delicateness.

"Klaus..." you said, breathily watching him pant alongside you, " Whatever you're feeling right now..." you looked at him earnestly, "Wherever you wanna go....just...just take me there"you said, lovingly running your finger on his goatee.

"I don't know if that even made sense..."

you mumbled embarrassingly. That wasn't exactly how you wanted to word it, but you were happy to get something out when you were struggling with a million butterflies in your stomach. Especially when you realized how long he kept staring at you with longing.

"Oh Y/N..." his voice was filled with much affection.

Those butterflies attempted to make a daring escape when Klaus' lips took hold of your fingers, feathery kisses intoxicating you much faster than anything you've smoked or injected in.

"Kiss me...please" you begged in desperation, welcoming his lips back to yours, kisses plunging back in to the heavenly depths.

As his lips traveled down to your neck ,You wished time would slow down. As his hands proceeded to explore your topography, you wished this fire would burn eternally. As your own hands assisted him in unbuckling his belt, you wished you'd feel the same when tomorrow comes.

Because your feelings for Klaus Hargreeves were finally defined.