[At first he responds, caught off guard by her sudden demand, and why should he not be? They’ve kissed before, shared a bed but only in the most chaste sense, and what she silently suggests with her parted lips is a leap further--one they have yet to take together. It’s not for lack of want on either of their parts, however; she doesn’t believe their romance is a fairytale, a sweet story of fantasy and happily ever after.
Yet the simplest reason, the purest one, is that world has never turned in just the right way to bring them the right moment for what they could share.
It hasn’t still. He stops her with a touch, pulls away and Cami doesn’t attempt to follow. Instead she presses her lips together, her eyes open but cast down as her thoughts catch up with her.]
Right. That...wasn’t, uh. [Her cheeks flush red, and Cami grins helplessly as she tries to swallow back that spike of shame. She loves him; she wants to be with him, but not like this.
Klaus has offered her his shelter, but he is far more than her escape.]
You know, it’s funny. I can hardly remember the last time I had sex when it wasn’t--that. [With Sam and Marcel both it had been a grasp for control--something good and normal, when nothing else seemed to make sense. Oh, she had cared for both men, deeply. But Klaus is different. He always has been, and even if it’s only in her own perception, she wants this to consume her every bit as much as he has.
[ they are not alone in this room. there are figures and forces at work. at another time, when they are in another place, perhaps he would not hesitate. he would indulge what they both long for and need. but not now. the world has never turned in just the right way to lead them to that moment; the longing he feels for her and that intimacy has only begun to build again. he has only begun to let himself want and reach carefully for that joy and the exhilaration of loving; of being loved, of being with her for all she is and all she is to him, inextricably tied to each other and that moment.
she's right. it wasn't, but that doesn't mean it won't be, that he doesn't want it with every breath inside of him, including this one. she grins and his lips curl up, bashful and stirred both as he too glances down. there is a new sort of fear in his eyes: but it is passionate and eager. he's not about to comment on her sex life (or his own for that matter) but— ] Well, it'd hardly be a chore. [ gaze bright and sweet, he tucks hair behind her ear, smooths and feels it against his fingertips again and again in soothing caresses.
he wants her and he wishes there were words to tell her so, to reassure her. instead, he exhales a shallow breath, his eyes roaming down to her lips and then back up to her eyes. ]
[He need not fear her knowledge of his desire; in all the things she has questioned, timing and motivation and what disaster is about to befall them, Cami has never doubted that he wants as she does. Still, it is sweet to see in the way he looks down, the shy grin his favors her with. Klaus is the master of the calculated risk, of keeping his guard well and set to protect all that truly matters to him.
And yet for all she's seen in him, Cami's never quite seen him like this. Klaus truly letting himself be in love, and even better, be in love with her.
At least, right up to the point in which he opens his mouth again. That gets a laugh out of her.] It'd hardly be a chore? You've been alive for over a thousand years, and that's the best you can do?
[Not very romantic, Klaus. Yet she loves it, even if Cami won't ever admit it. The silly, ridiculous words that are entirely wrong, that help her laugh--
That steal away those last dregs of fear and unease sparked by his mirror, at least for now.
Her giggling tapers off, just in time to savor the soft strokes of his fingers over her hair. She catches sight of where his eyes move, to her lips, back up to meet her gaze. She's always thought he has the most stunning eyes, ones she could lose herself in as she tries to understand everything she sees in them. When she closes the gap between them again, it's with a much gentler intent this time. A chaste brush of her mouth against his, to silently promise that things are still as they should be between them, even if now is not the time to make them more.]
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Yet the simplest reason, the purest one, is that world has never turned in just the right way to bring them the right moment for what they could share.
It hasn’t still. He stops her with a touch, pulls away and Cami doesn’t attempt to follow. Instead she presses her lips together, her eyes open but cast down as her thoughts catch up with her.]
Right. That...wasn’t, uh. [Her cheeks flush red, and Cami grins helplessly as she tries to swallow back that spike of shame. She loves him; she wants to be with him, but not like this.
Klaus has offered her his shelter, but he is far more than her escape.]
You know, it’s funny. I can hardly remember the last time I had sex when it wasn’t--that. [With Sam and Marcel both it had been a grasp for control--something good and normal, when nothing else seemed to make sense. Oh, she had cared for both men, deeply. But Klaus is different. He always has been, and even if it’s only in her own perception, she wants this to consume her every bit as much as he has.
Not to use him as her distraction.]
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she's right. it wasn't, but that doesn't mean it won't be, that he doesn't want it with every breath inside of him, including this one. she grins and his lips curl up, bashful and stirred both as he too glances down. there is a new sort of fear in his eyes: but it is passionate and eager. he's not about to comment on her sex life (or his own for that matter) but— ] Well, it'd hardly be a chore. [ gaze bright and sweet, he tucks hair behind her ear, smooths and feels it against his fingertips again and again in soothing caresses.
he wants her and he wishes there were words to tell her so, to reassure her. instead, he exhales a shallow breath, his eyes roaming down to her lips and then back up to her eyes. ]
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And yet for all she's seen in him, Cami's never quite seen him like this. Klaus truly letting himself be in love, and even better, be in love with her.
At least, right up to the point in which he opens his mouth again. That gets a laugh out of her.] It'd hardly be a chore? You've been alive for over a thousand years, and that's the best you can do?
[Not very romantic, Klaus. Yet she loves it, even if Cami won't ever admit it. The silly, ridiculous words that are entirely wrong, that help her laugh--
That steal away those last dregs of fear and unease sparked by his mirror, at least for now.
Her giggling tapers off, just in time to savor the soft strokes of his fingers over her hair. She catches sight of where his eyes move, to her lips, back up to meet her gaze. She's always thought he has the most stunning eyes, ones she could lose herself in as she tries to understand everything she sees in them. When she closes the gap between them again, it's with a much gentler intent this time. A chaste brush of her mouth against his, to silently promise that things are still as they should be between them, even if now is not the time to make them more.]