Knock, knock, I'm comin' for you

Eliana's laughter was rich and came from the stomach when Klaus pulled her in. She was more than happy to cuddle into him. Klaus was the best cuddler, and while that certainly was in part to his power, Eliana was sure it was just as much a force of personality on his part. She didn't resist the magic, she did the opposite, savoring it and letting it warm her stomach, crawl over sensitive skin and root itself deep.

She had been gone too long, and Eliana was never much for keeping in touch when she departed. It had something to do with that free spirit of hers, unconcerned with things of the future and so drunk on the present that past had a way of slipping past her unnoticed.

"Foreplay is important," she agreed with a too serious nod. "But pulling the knife out at the start can def heat things up in fun and unexpected ways. It's probably a good thing I didn't lunge at you right away, huh?"

She tittered again when Klaus kissed her nose and in turn, she nestled against his face, inviting more of his scent. "I couldn't stay away for a whole 'nother day, you kiddin' me?" When he started putting her down, Eliana wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "No!"

Klaus was younger than Eliana in actuality, but she never felt like the older one between them. She frequently crowded and climbed on him. It made her feel safe, and what's more, it felt right. Eliana wouldn't deny the euphoria she got from being close to him, maybe she even enjoyed it more than she outta, but since when did she care about social norms?

"You have a meeting going on?" The idea made Eliana enjoy barging in even more. She liked being in view, the center of all attention, and walking into Klaus' meeting, figuratively (or literally, whatever worked) arm-in-arm with the boss to steal their food seemed like a good way to go about that.

"Oh fuck yeah." Again, Eliana pushed close to him, close enough for his scent to waft over her and ground her in this moment. Close enough to feel his warmth and relish in it. Very close, indeed. "You have the best everything, Klausy."

She'd have no trouble making herself at home anywhere, but especially in Klaus' home. That was just as warm and inviting he was (to her).

Eliana wiggled, tightening her hold on him further and when he lifted his shades, she took the chance to give a little kiss to the skin under his eye. "There's always next time," she agreed. Where they even innuendos? Not really. Literal knife to the party would bring about interesting results.

Of course, the mixture of Klaus' greed magic and Eliana natural desire for physical contact was making her all manners of touchy. His magic felt stronger than she remembered it when it settled over her like a cumbersome but comforting blanket. To Eliana, it seemed like Klaus' magic never truly stayed still. It was a reflection of him. Always on the move, searching for something more to hold onto and claim.

"You never lost me, silly, I just wasn't around, is all." Eliana smiled, it was noticeably weaker than previous, though. That wasn't a real answer; she knew that. Being so far away from her family had killed her. She had missed Klaus, and not just for the things he gave. She missed him as her friend and one of her most trusted family members.

Her attention was diverted the very moment they were in front of Klaus' employees and just like that, Eliana's megawatt grin had returned. Arm-in-arm with the boss was okay, but wrapped around him and held was even better. She couldn't help but preen at the attention they received. To those he looked excited at her arrival, she'd wink.

She liked that. She was his right now. She found she was very okay with that idea.

"Your people are so serious, Klausy," Eli tittered. "Fuckin' adorable. I love it." She looked around until she found the snack table, wasn't a hard thing to miss.

Eliana unwrapped only one arm from Klaus so she could scoop up the snacks. "Countdown the clock, Klausy. It's a race against time." She took some of the popcorn (naturally), a bunch of chocolate chip cookies (sweets for a sweetie), several mini-bags of different chips (put a funny thing here), and as many handfuls of candy as she could carry (she had a sweet tooth).

By the end, the space between them was so filled with goodies that many of them had slipped past Eliana's arms and to the floor. Someone would clean that up, right? Of course, they would. Have fun maintenance.

Still trying to juggle all their snacks, Eliana pointed off in a random direct (she really couldn't see beyond the food and Klaus). "Go, go, go, before they catch on," she said in a stage whisper. They were so sneaky. Yes, they were. Very sneaky indeed. "To the bedroom. To freedom."

"I take junk food very seriously," Eliana said, trying to keep the humor out of her voice. She couldn't help a little snickering, though. "And unless you've got several little people under that coat of yours, I'd say it's just going to be the two of us and all these babies," she motioned to the food in her arms with her chin. She made a face when he mentioned chick flicks, but the sour look quickly turned joyous. "If we're having a horror night we have to watch 28 Days Later! It's my horror movie rule."

Eliana waved with her free hand to Klaus' people, a few more snacks falling to the ground as she did so. "We're making a trail," she noted. "Also, I wasn't pointing here! I demand that you follow my directions, for they are always correct."

At first, she hadn't realized he was watching her as he climbed the stairs, she was busy trying to calculate which snacks had remained and which had been claimed by gravity. Despite how collected he sounded when speaking, Eliana knew Klaus enough to know she had upset him by leaving and probably done more damage by not keeping in contact.

"Ireland," she answered him, meeting his eyes and smiling, albeit guiltily. "And no, Klausy, it wasn't better there, but I wanted to visit the homeland. I didn't find what I was lookin' for." She let the statement settle before asking his next question, which he had stressed more than she thought he had meant to. Her voice softened, "I'm not just passin' through."

Some of the intensity that had filled the limited space between them was shaken when Eliana was thrown on the bed. She gave a loud squee as junk food of all sorts fell around her. It was a sugary wonderland. Then Klaus ruined it by smashing a bag of chips! She was about to make a jest about what a monster he was for destroying the chips when she felt (more than saw) his stare.

She had forgotten how intense he could be. Eliana dealt with a lot of people, but most of them couldn't make her nervous by a look alone; not like Klaus could. Her face flushed, and she tucked her head lower, not low enough that she couldn't meet his eyes, but low enough to appear more docile. Apologetic. All Eli could do was nod, she was here now. "I'm sorry."

When Klaus leaned over her, Eliana's heart jumped into her throat. Three parts excitement, one part fear. The last person she had the desire to insult was Klaus; it wasn't that she thought he would hurt her. If he had wanted to do that, it would have been done by now, but there was the lingering understanding that he could.

Eli felt akin to a rabbit caught by a predator; it was less scary than that, but it was the same tension. The waiting for something to happen. Knowing that it would, but too caught up in everything to move. Then, like the snapping of a rubber band, the pressure was replaced.

Like the strongest whiskey, the most pleasing fragrance, and the richest chocolate, Klaus' lust clouded all her senses. Any doubt or self-possession were snuffed away. She met his kiss halfway, rising to be closer to him. A defining moment if there ever were one.

She wished he could feel her lust like she could feel his. It was more than that, though. Eliana needed Klaus. She needed to be owned by him. At his side. She wanted all the world to see his imprint on her; blood relations be damned.

She was all too happy when he was on her, consuming her, yanking her against him. Rough was easier than gentle; it gave her no time to think about all of this.

She didn't have to think about the way her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Or the way she fought his tongue for domination with her own, preserving his taste to memory. Or, even, how she made soft, urgent sounds as a plea for more. Tonight and forever, she was his, completely and unquestionably.