Over a thousand years ago...
{Klaus and Klara are 16}
Klara's POV
In the room that is twilight and shadow Nik stands close enough for me to breathe in his scent. His arms wrap around my back and in one gentle pull our skin touches. I feel his hand in my hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moves down my cheekbones to my lips. That's when the kissing starts and we start to move like partners in a dance that is written in our DNA. Our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm. With a laugh he lifts me right off my feet, carrying me toward the blanket we placed ont the floor.
Letting me down gently we lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for us to feel safe with one another. Then he's all business, pulling my dress off of my body. Kissing from my toes upward, slowly, his hands on my legs, always just a little higher than the kisses. I feel my back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. My head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping my lips.
This is the furthest we've gone.
Just us alone in the middle of the woods, every pretence falls. The facade we show the world melts away and all we want is to fuck each other's brains out. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before I know how it happened he's naked too and our skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I feel his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops and kisses from my breasts to my stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe. He tells me he's going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he's on me again, fucking me harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again. If it's begging he wants, he's gonna have to stop long enough for my brain to start working again first...
A night I'll never remember, the aching between my legs ensured that.
A/n a chapter full of smut. :0
That was their first time! They weren't supposed to touch eachother until before marriage but they could wait two years hhaha
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Mrs Mikaelson
Teen FictionHis wife. His muse. His sanity. His first love. His inspiration. He loved her. He lost her. And he went mad.
