( the wounds are fresh, yes. there are words they should speak, sentiments and confessions and secrets of the heart and mind they should whisper to each other. there is grief to be felt, but klaus knows that grief will always be there, when he is ready to feel it. (he will feel it still, heavy and sorrowful in the whole of his heart, even with the bittersweet joy possessing it now.) he wants this comfort. he wants this piece of homecoming.
he wants her.
he needs this, as he's needed it all these months. as he's yearned and longed for, as he's weathered in absence. if that is selfishness then so be it, but he doesn't consider selfishness for a moment.
all he considers is her lips, turned to his. the wild, tender need spiraling out of control, feeling her racing heartbeat so close to his. her body, pliant and perfect as he presses her close by the cut of her waist. he turns her inside and reaches blindly to shut the door behind them. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull;
he wants her.
he needs this, as he's needed it all these months. as he's yearned and longed for, as he's weathered in absence. if that is selfishness then so be it, but he doesn't consider selfishness for a moment.
all he considers is her lips, turned to his. the wild, tender need spiraling out of control, feeling her racing heartbeat so close to his. her body, pliant and perfect as he presses her close by the cut of her waist. he turns her inside and reaches blindly to shut the door behind them. )