Eternal ➳ N. Mikaelson [COMPLETED]

➳ 34: moon over bourbon street

"NIKLAUS, it has been a month. Now, I feel our sister's loss as deeply as you." Elijah said with a sigh as he walked into the room to see Klaus painting. "But, you must stop distracting yourself with this ridiculous behavior and channel it into some kind of action."

Klaus grabbed his paintbrush and returned to his art. "Why must I, exactly?"

"Because over the course of Marcel's tenure, the city grew accustomed to having a king. You wanted this throne." Elijah reminded him with a stern look. "Now, you must accept the responsibility that accompanies that."

Klaus began to paint and only half-paid attention to him. "Apologies, but I'm rather ensconced in other pursuits."

Elijah walked over and snatched the paintbrush from Klaus' hand. "If you can so easily neglect your home, I wonder what will become of your daughter. Have you forgotten what it was like to live beneath the threat of violence? We must work together, Niklaus. Let's make this city whole again."

"Perhaps it is too broken to mend." Klaus shrugged and took back his paintbrush, returning to his painting.

Elijah glanced at him in disbelief before looking at him in determination. "If you won't do anything, I will." He threatened lightly and stormed out of the room

Later on, Klaus continued to paint while Ingrid paced in front of him wearing only her maternity underwear and a sheer robe barely covering her shoulders. Her panties were pulled up over her stomach, stopping right under her belly button and her bra resembled a sports bra. Her hair was pulled into a mess of a bun, some loose strands framing her face.

She stopped in her place and made a face of discomfort. She then began pacing again while occasionally fanning herself off her with hands.

He set the paintbrush down before turning to her with genuine concern and giving her his undivided attention. "What's wrong, love?"

She stopped pacing and turned toward him with her hands placed on the back of her hips. "I feel uncomfortable." She replied with a facial expression to match her statement.

"With?" He asked, hoping to get clarification so he could understand.

"Myself." She answer honestly then motioned to different parts of her body as she spoke. "I feel like a beached whale about to explode. I'm burning up and my breasts are engorged and painful. My feet and ankles have swollen to holy hell. She will not stop kicking me in the ribs. I--"

Klaus watched as she began to tear up and sped toward her, placing them on their bed with her straddling his lap. He was sitting up with his hands on either side of her hips and stared deeply into her eyes with an affectionate gaze. "You are the most beautiful woman in the entire world." He reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "You are the most exquisite woman I have ever seen."

"My apologies, darling, but I am in no mood for your flattery." She rejected in an honest tone and pushed away from him.

He pulled her back and realized that words weren't going to work on her in that moment so he rested his hand on her cheek and kissed her passionately on the lips. He pressed her body closer to his and tangled his hand in her hair. She immediately kissed him back and moaned softly at his touch. He then ran his other hand up the length of her back toward the clasp of her bra, swiftly undoing it. Their osculation was slow, romantic, and passionate as he gently caressed her body. The touch of his finger tips leaving small goosebumps across her skin.