"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.