i go wild, 'cause your promises are broken...

[icouldletyoudie]

He let her sleep in. He woke, showered, dressed...had a lengthy discussion with Elijah about the situation with the witches and the problem with Marcel's rule of the city. He came to New Orleans to be king, he came to take back his home...but it was no longer that simple. There were other factors to consider, the witches were an enemy and Marcel had them over a barrel.

Marcel had what Klaus wanted...and at the same time, Klaus had something else. He had a weapon of his own, a sword of Damocles ready to bring down on Marcel's head. He was still stringing it up, but when it swung high, it would be a terrifying sight.

That sword, however...was Lydia Martin. Clever and sensual and intimately experienced with the nature of power. She accepted his nature without accepting his flaws, believed he could be better. She endured his temper without fear or trepidation, she met him as though she had the power to kill him. She moved through the world like she owned it...she was every bit the weapon he needed.

And he was growing increasingly certain he could not live without her. More than anyone, she was the reason he still had his family by his side. Even Rebekah, though she skulked around with some bloke he was certain he had to kill...she was ever herself, and still by his side. She liked the girls, and she tolerated him.

Their family had not been so close to what they had now since Mikael had forced them out of New Orleans over ninety years before.

Marcel was growing increasingly paranoid, and Klaus saw an opening. He meant to take it, and today...and he'd have left twenty minutes ago for the Quarter if not for the fact that Lydia was straddling his lap as he sat on the edge of her bed, kissing him like he was the last living creature on Earth.

He'd come to see if she was awake. He'd come to assure her he'd be back later, but Marcel's name had come up and he was fairly certain she was stalling him.

Her tactics were delightful...but still stalling him, all the same.

"If you think...you're going to distract me into...a tryst when I'm busy," he finally managed between ardent kisses, "I'm afraid...you're sadly...mistaken..."

He trailed off, swallowing a growl as she nipped his lower lip, then let his hands fall to her hips to tug her closer as he kissed her back hard.

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[wantadistraction]

"Actions are louder than words..." She whispered it softly against his mouth, smirking briefly until he claimed her mouth in another brutal kiss that left her lips tingling and a dull ache growing between her thighs.

In other words, Lydia fully believed Klaus could be distracted in that moment and it was her intention to succeed at doing so. Succeeding meant that he would stay with her instead of going to the Quarter and starting what would eventually lead to a war. Not that she thought she could distract him forever but she wanted the peace they had to last for a little while. So she could quell that nagging little voice in the back of her head that warned her about the blood that would run and stain the streets once the true fight began.

A fight that she worried would destroy him in the end, no matter what he thought.

It wasn't love that made her desperate to protect him but, god, it was close. That realization had hit her and scared her though not so much to send her running. Klaus needed her and, somehow at some point, she had come to need him too.

Nipping at his upper lip, she pushed her fingers into his hair again, pulling back for a second before leaning in to kiss him slowly again. Pressing up against him as she did, she let him feel the whole of her body clad only in the slip of a night gown.

[icouldletyoudie]

He was being blatantly manipulated...and enjoying it. A happy little growl trilled in the back of his throat as her fingers burrowed deep into his hair, as she leaned into him so he could feel every soft, inviting curve barely contained by silky scraps of lace and satin. He had to give her credit: she was well versed in the art of subtlety, assaulting him not with her body, but the promise of it. She never took him straight to bed, never disrobed for him at the drop of a hat...she teased him like this, and she let him strip away every stitch to reach the treasures of her body all on his own.

She was far too young to be so bloody conniving. Klaus was well aware he was a lucky man.

"And action," he murmured between kisses, trailing a hand up her bare thigh to creep under the hem of her nightgown, "is precisely what Marcel needs to see." Beneath the fabric, he cupped her ass, smoothing a thumb appreciatively over her flank as he pulled her still closer. "You tempt me, love, but tempt is all you do. I happen to be a stronger man than you give me credit for."

And he fully intended to be strong...after one more kiss. Just one more...

[wantadistraction]

"How?" She murmured against his mouth when he told her that action was something that Marcel needed to see. She only asked because she wanted to know what he was planning but also because she knew that keeping him talking about it would keep him distracted for a little while longer. Which was what she wanted more than anything.

Then she gave a low, sensual sounding laugh when he told her that he was a stronger man than she gave him credit for. It wasn't that she didn't believe him but more that making such a bold statement was only issuing more of a challenge to her. A fact that she was pretty sure that he was aware of though maybe he wasn't really considering it all that hard either. She was sure he really believed that he could pull away whenever he wanted but she was determined to keep him right where he was for as long as she wanted him there.

So she ducked her head down to slide her lips along his jawline and the side of his neck, working to the spot behind his ear where she let her teeth graze over his skin in a little bite that she knew he enjoyed.

[icouldletyoudie]

Klaus let out a little growl as she nipped behind his ear, reaching up to slide his fingers into her hair as the hand on her ass slid higher, fingers sliding under the elastic to find bare skin and squeeze appreciatively, dragging her closer to rock against his growing hardness...

...oh, she was rotten.

"How...will I show Marcel action?" he asked, voice growing rough as he turned to lick a hot stripe along the side of her throat, teasing himself with the pulse of blood beneath the skin. "Well, the simple way...would be to kill him..."

He paused, then drew back to look into her eyes with a playful smile before he abruptly lay back on the bed, dragging her down on top of him. He wasn't staying, of course, but she was a sight over him, those strawberry tresses spilling over her shoulders and around them in a curtain of red-gold silk. A personal indulgence, nothing more.

"...but I have a feeling you'd frown on that." he mused with a smirk.

[wantadistraction]

Lydia shifted with him, moving silkily at the same time he did so she was straddling him still but also laying over him as he made himself comfortable in her -- it really was theirs -- bed. Sliding a hand over his shoulder, she grinned a little more because she could see the appreciation in his dark gaze and it made her preen for a moment.

"Why kill him? Would that really give you the satisfaction you're looking for?" She moved her other hand to his face, teasing her fingers along his cheekbone as she leaned down to kiss him again. This time it was soft and sweet, counteracting the teasing heat from a moment before but she liked to keep him guessing.

"I mean, you really only want your kingdom, don't?" She asked as she lifted her head to look at him again, watching his face as she deliberately rolled her hips to slide against his barely restrained arousal. The friction was bittersweet, setting off little sparks as denim rubbed through damp silk but she knew that he liked it as much as she did.