A/N: Not to toot my own horn...but I ate with this one
~Klaus POV~
"KLAUS! KLAUS!"
Even though their last conversation had ended miserably, the sound of her panicked yells still hurt Klaus. He rushed to her room only to pause when he realised she wasn't even in there.
"Fiore?"
"In here!"
Her voice was coming from the bathroom and Klaus could hear the sound of the running shower. He hesitantly walked in, only to find Fiore in the shower, seemingly fine. And as every drop of water cascaded down her form, he found it harder to remember why he was angry at her.
He was just about to catch his breath when she turned to him with a seductive smile that sent fire running through his veins.
"I thought you were in trouble," he mumbled, unable to retrieve his eyes from the delicate arches of her body.
"I am," she said. "I need a towel."
Klaus' eyes narrowed, "You know where the towels are."
"It's been a while, I forgot."
He rolled his eyes but nonetheless stepped into the bedroom and picked out a towel from the closet. He walked back into the bathroom to give it to her where she was now standing in front of the mirror. They locked eyes in the foggy glass, and he was unsure how he had survived the heat of her stare.
"Thanks."
She took the towel but rather than use it to clothe herself, she simply waltzed back into her bedroom. She used it to wipe down the water, taking care to elongate her every limb and accentuate her every curve.
Klaus didn't know where to look.
"Don't look so scandalised," she said, even as her tongue ran across her lips. "Nothing you haven't seen before."
For a second, Klaus had every intention to throw to caution and give into every decadent thought running through his head. But Fiore was his only one. The love of his life. His eternity. Papering over their intellectual barriers with the physical would only cause further heartache in the end.
And without his Blossom, his heart was already aching.
"Fiore, what are you doing?" Klaus asked with a sigh.
"Nothing." She wrapped the towel around her body and opened the door with a smile that swiftly made him putty in her hands. "Thanks for the towel."
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It would be a little over an hour before Klaus would see Fiore again.
"The kids need breakfast," Fiore said as she walked into his bedroom. He wasn't wearing a shirt and Fiore took full of advantage of the situation as she unabashedly gazed at his chest.
"I'll let the staff know."
"I sent them home."
"Now why would you do that?"
"Well I'm not supposed to exist, so I figure the less people who see me here the better," she replied with a shrug. "But my children still need to eat so..."
"How rich of you to send home our staff without a plan to feed our children," Klaus said with a glare. "I suppose I'm supposed to sort out breakfast?"
"Well it certainly won't be me. Unless you want another January 1927 on your hand."
Klaus couldn't help but laugh, "That's true. I've never seen worse fires...Fine. I'll be down in 5."
She nodded and left him to get ready. He put on his shirt and took a deep breath. He had no idea what he was walking into, but Fiore certainly did. Yet even if he prepared for every situation, she would no doubt find a way to stump him. Fiore was under his skin, in his blood, his heart, mind and soul.
For all the opponents Klaus had gone against and won, he remained defenceless against the enemy within his walls.
Still, he headed to the kitchen where Fiore sitting on a bar stool, swinging her legs with gay abandon. She turned to him and immediately frowned.
"I was hoping you'd have come without the shirt."
"Sorry to disappoint."
She smirked, "It's alright, you can make it up to me. I'm expecting this breakfast to be the stuff of legends."
"Then I would lower your expectations. I am no Elijah."
She threw her head back in laughter, "That you are not."
With a mind of its own, his heart started to race from the joy of making her laugh. And from the way her eyes narrowed in on him, she knew it too.
"So, what is on the menu and is it you?" Fiore bore no shame in her desire as she shamelessly raked across his body with her eyes.
"Pancakes."
"...Am I allowed to eat them off of you?"
"No."
She pouted and in spite of himself, he found himself laughing, "You are not subtle."
"Who needs subtlety when we have the facts?" She got to her feet and slinked over to him, resting her hand on his thumping heart. "Everything I need to know is right here."
She locked eyes with him and he held her stare. Her mind was transparent to him and every one of her thoughts was his to see. A well-timed reminder that he knew his enemy just as well as she knew him. Her hand left his heart and started to skate lower down his chest, her eyes never leaving his. In another time, he might have let her have her way, but he quickly caught her wrist and pried her off of him.
"Breakfast, remember?"
He seemed to startle her with his abruptness, and he walked past her in her stupor to start gathering the required pots, pans and ingredients. A moment later, Fiore swivelled back to him and all it took was one glance at her to know her tactics had changed. Her stare was less sure, and her gait was softer, she rested her elbows on the table and looked up at him doe eyed as he began to make their breakfast.
"Can I help?" She asked.
"You hate cooking."
"I hate being bored even more."
He knew it was sure to be a mistake, but pushing Fiore away was not his strong suit, and so after a short hesitation, he sighed and nodded.
"You can mix the batter."
She perked up and took the bowl and began to aggressively stir. Her hands moved at the speed of the light and Klaus knew she was seconds away from throwing out the bowl's contents.
"Not so fast!" Klaus said as he took the bowl from her clutches.
She frowned, "The faster I mix, the faster we eat, no?"
"Perhaps, but I would like to actually enjoy the food, not meet my maker," She rolled her eyes in annoyance but the smile on her lips told him otherwise. "You need to be firm and steady, like this."
"Will you teach me?" She asked coyly.
"I just did."
He handed her the bowl and her face dropped. He turned back to his work and left her to stir. She did better this time, though she was noticeably less engaged. They went on in silence that was uncomfortable at first, but the silence soon turned peaceful, and he found himself smiling, reminded of the domestic dreamland Fiore had once craved.
"I'm done!" With a proud grin, Fiore presented her mixed batter.
It probably could have used a couple minutes more, but Klaus was not about to rain on her parade, "Perfection. I knew you could do it."
It didn't go unnoticed how she preened beneath his praise, and he fought against the instinct to fuse his lips to hers in an earth-shattering kiss.
But he did, "Now we just have to fry them."
"Ooooooh let me! I want to flip them!" She pleaded.
He was sure this was going to end terribly, but still nodded, "Just be careful."
"I will, I will," she said as she carelessly poured the batter into the pan. "Stand back."
And stand back he did.
She threw up the pan and the pancake went flying through the skies. She used her vampire speed to race after it and caught it in the pan with a triumphant grin. It quickly shifted into abject disappointment when she saw the splattered mess the pancake had turned into.
"...I guess this isn't as easy as I thought it would be."
Every ounce of his body fuelled the laughter he had erupted into.
"Stop laughing!" She said, but he could not. His laughter proved infectious as soon she too had joined him.
"I'm sorry you just looked so..."
"I know but I—"
"You really did."
"I am gonna—"
"No you aren't."
"No I'm not."
The laughter would not subside for some time, and Klaus appreciated just how well they knew each other. Words never had to be shared because the feeling always were.
"Well if you are done laughing at my failure, can you do it so I can hopefully laugh at you."
"I promise you Fiore, I have never done as bad a job as that."
He poured the batter in the pan and flipped the pancake with an expert flick of his wrist. He turned to Fiore with a smirk as he presented his perfect pancake. She rolled her eyes.
"Well now that I've seen you do it, I can."
She pushed him to the side and poured the batter in ever so slowly and attempted to flip again, though the results were no better than the first attempt. This time, she could not even get the pancake to unstick from the pan.
"This is why I hate cooking."
Stifling his laughter, Klaus came to her aid, "Let me help."
He had done it instinctually, but now her back pressed against his chest, his hand wrapped around hers and he would find himself in an incredibly dangerous position if she turned to face him. Still, he pressed forward and helped her flip it.
"I did it!" She squealed in excitement.
"All by yourself too."
She chuckled, "Yes, yes. Thank you Nik."
She leaned in, as though she was going to kiss him, but her eyes did not linger, and she turned back to the pancakes.
"Let's go again."
He obliged and the two of them flipped the remaining pancakes together in a cacophony of squeals and giggles until they had run out of batter.
As they enjoyed one another's company in its most simplistic form, his mind couldn't help but wander towards the life Anastasia had stolen from them. Perhaps they would have spent every morning like this, wrapped in each other's arms, bathed in love without a care in the world. Perhaps in another timeline they did.
It just solidified for Klaus, that by any means necessary, he would break the chains Anastasia had placed on the woman he loved. This was the life she deserved, and he would provide it for her.
They placed the stack of pancakes on a plate and then he dotted around the kitchen getting plates and toppings whilst Fiore watched, perched on the kitchen counter.
"I think that's everything."
Her hands ran across the various syrups and sauces until she reached the whipped cream. She shook it in her hands, and he shook his head.
"I don't think I will ever understand your love of that thing," he said.
"You don't like it?" Klaus hated whipped cream and she knew this. Before he could question her, she had sprayed it onto his neck. A second later and she ran her tongue across his throat, chasing the line of whipped cream as he melted beneath her. "Oh, that's right...you like chocolate."
Klaus was at his breaking point. He had held back, fought every instinct and still he was helpless to do anything but surrender to her. He was hers and whatever she did with him was her choice. He would do anything to be hers.
His arms had caged her where she sat and the black fire burning in his eyes could combust the sun. But Klaus knew the only one in danger was him. His lips were a breath away from hers as every ounce of his body screamed for him to take her right there on the kitchen counter like he knew she wanted him to. To make her scream for him like he wanted her to. To feel every tremble and tremor as they became one.
His hand skimmed up her back, delighting in the way he brought her body to life in a way only he knew how to, until he reached her neck, his thumb running soft lines across her throat.
He breathy voice spoke the words for only her to hear, "I need you Blossom. I need...all of you."
Her response was just the same, "What are you going to about it?"
His grip on her throat tightened ever so slightly and his thumb moved to trace her lips, tugging her bottom lip down just enough for him to—
"Ahem."
He was startled out of his desire born daze by Elijah's entrance. The elder Mikaelson turned to the two with a disapproving look.
"Niklaus, I didn't think I needed to remind you of the no relations in the kitchen rule, seeing as you were the one who implemented it," said Elijah.
Fiore smirked, "Sounds like things got boring after I left."
She jumped down from the counter, seemingly unaffected by their sexually charged encounter, and wiped the remaining whip cream off his neck with her finger. She slowly licked it off, never letting her eyes drop from his.
"I'll go set the table, shall I?" Yet she only picked up the bottle of whipped cream, smiling as she walked out of the kitchen.
It wasn't until she was completely out of sight that Klaus returned to his senses. He had completely missed Elijah walking to his side. His brother was stood next to him, warily examining him.
"What are you doing Niklaus?"
"I...I honestly don't know."
A/N: KLAUS IS CRUMBLINGGGGGGGGGGGG!
I am having so much fun writing bad gyal fifi. She is just unstoppable! Klaus is trying so hard to be good but Fiore literally has him wrapped around her finger and everyoneeeeee knows it.
But also domestic Kliore, my heart, why can't they just be happy together (she says as she continues to write them in miserable situations).
Anyway, I love this chapter, hope you guys did too and until next time when we're definitely (probably) going to Greece.
Love you as always! X