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icouldletyoudieHe 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.
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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Date: 2014-10-11 06:05 am (UTC)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.
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