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(it can be set anytime but I envisioned set in the early middle ages)
A spring night somewhere in the Mediterranean
Elijah’s long wavy brown hair laid on the pillow. He was sleeping on his tummy, his right arm draped over your middle, even when asleep he wanted to be close to you. Feeling cold in his sleep he opened his eyes, finding his arm resting on the bed rather than around you, that prompted him to wake up, even more as he found the bed empty as his arm reached to nothing on your side of the bed. An alarming sensation started to creep on him until he heard your familiar heartbeat in the room, calm pervaded him again. now fully awake he turned to lay on his back on the bed and popped himself up on his elbows, when his eyes found your figure sitting on the armchair next to the fire. he settled the pillow a bit higher to look up to you while still being laying, as he relaxed, enjoy the view of you, his wife, drawing, while covered by an untied night robe that left not much to the immigration.
‘enjoying the view?’ you asked him realizing he was awake as you continued drawing
‘What are you doing awake sweetheart?’ he asked you curiously as his eyes trailed your figure, realizing from the darkness of the room that it was the middle of the night
‘Hey I didn’t want to wake you up’ you told him apologetically looking at him and stopping drawing
‘You didn’t’ he comforted you immediately, ‘probably subconsciously i just missed you, and i got cold without your body pressed next to mine’ you eyed him as warm pervaded your heart. he was a complete romantic even when he had just woken up. ‘what are you doing alone there instead in my arms?’ he asked you, your heart exploded, such a romantic at every time of the day and night, this man was unbelievable
‘drawing’ you replied starting again
‘Isn’t it a bit early?’ he eyed you
‘I woke up and I couldn’t fall back to sleep so i caught the opportunity’ you explained, he chuckled
‘ You could have woken me up, i would have been more than pleased to help you pass the time or tire you up enough to sleep.’ He replied seductively as you smirked back
‘ As much as the idea sounds very appealing you were too cute and in such an ethereal state to wake you up. Also i had been having this idea since a long time.’
‘What are you drawing?’ he asked curiously his chin tilting to point to the notebook in your hand
‘Nothing’ you said a bit too fast, trying to hide the red of your cheeks
He squinted his eyes as to say ‘That’s a lie dear’ but remained silent
You gave him an exasperated look and turned the notebook and showed him
It was a drawing of him, in the position he had been previously to wake up. He was sleeping on his tummy in the empty bed, Elijah’s long wavy tangled brown hair laid on his pillow. His figure was clearly naked with only a drape of the tangled sheets covering his back the rest of his toned arms and legs in complete view. But the rather suggestive figure was balanced out by the expression on his face. He looked almost young, innocent, as a content expression adorned his sleeping face.
‘Are you painting me as one of your French girls?’ he eyed you with false modesty
He referenced to that time you and klaus had compelled a group of French villagers to model undressed for your so that you two could paint them and study the art of drawing human anatomy. Something elijah not agreed of as the villagers had been compelled to pose bare. You had mocked back to Elijah that if he did not find it okay he could be your muse, as you knew his body well, but he instead had sadly declined. It was the 12th century romantic and sensual painting, the first to introduce semi-nudes or nudes figures did not arrive until the renaissance in the 1400s.
‘although I love your talent we should keep it in this room. I rather not have suggestive paintings of me going around’
‘ I just couldn’t resist. You looked like an Adonis. I wanted to celebrate your beauty’ you explained, that made him chuckle, but he did not miss the opportunity to reply
‘come here and i will celebrate yours’ he suggested again
‘five minutes and it will be done’ you said shifting in your chair at his allusions ‘stay still’ you instructed him, elijah gave up and followed you instructions staying still and looking at you draw
‘come back in bed my love you will catch a cold out there’ he tried again
‘We can’t catch colds’ you said playfully rolling your eyes as you continued
‘true but we can get cold. And you will get cold and here is already cold without you’
When he was sleepy he was adorable and particularly clingy
‘you really can’t stay a few minutes without me can you?’ you asked him smirking
‘I’m afraid not my love’ he replied that made your heart warm as his tone was sincere and not playful as yours when you posed the question, still he smirked seeing how your cheeks turned red
‘well you will have to wait a few minutes more’ you replied as he rolled his eyes ‘now shush or I will never finish’
‘I bet my brother gave you this idea’
‘well i might have seen some of his works in this area but i thought you would be the perfect subject for my early morning painting.’
You loved early morning painting. often elijah had woken up to find the bed empty and a note on his nightstand telling him that you and klaus had gone out to paint the sunrise. Not that he minded it, and he loved your creativity, but he would never admit it but he despised to wake up alone.
When you and klaus agreed to go paint usually you sneaked out from elijah’s entangled limbs with yours, you then would get dressed, leave a note on elijah’s nightstand, kiss his head and then knocked on Klaus’s door at the end of the corridor. You did not want the other way around, to have klaus knock on your door, risking to find you and elijah indisposed.
You had the idea before to paint elijah in such a vulnerable and private state, one only you knew of, but the idea finally settled in when in one of those mornings when you knocked at klaus door you found klaus already dressed to leave but still seated next to the door sketching the latest girl he that had brought in his bed that was still sleeping there bare. Hence tonight, just a few nights later the klaus incident, when you woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason expect an apparent episode of insomnia, as you had settled back in the comfortable bed next to the warmth that radiated from your husband. you had noticed and smiled at the sight of elijah sleeping next to you, as you had tenderly caressed his hair careful to not wake him up the idea popped in your mind. You ignored it, settling back next to him that in his sleep had still tightened his arm around your hips. but after the minutes passed and sleeping had denied to engulf you once again, you had decided to give in the curiosity. so you had slip off from the arm around you and deposed it carefully back on the bed, you had got up, searched for the nightgown that had been discarded hours before by elijah somewhere in the room in the rush of the lustful moments as you two had got into the night activities. But as you could not find it you had lighted a candle and took the robe from the wardrobe and set in it next to the fire, drawing the Greek god figure laying in your bed that you had the luck to call husband.
‘done’ you exclaimed happy with the result and turned the notebook towards elijah so that he could see it
‘come here and show me then’
‘maybe I should add the shades’ you faked to think just to tease him longer
‘I mean it, come back here my love’ he said almost pouting but replacing it with a failed firm tone and opening his arms
You close the notebook, and let the vest pool at the foot of the bed and crawl back in the bed, not missing how his eyes roam your features.
You crawl on top of him, hovering over him, so that he can cup your face, the smile he gives you warms your heart as his eyes are full of adoration ‘here you are’ he whispers before kissing the top of your nose ‘I missed you’ he ads finally giving your lips a sweat kiss, his hand still on your chin as his thumb caresses it slowly
‘eli I was literally two feet away’ you giggle as he moves a string of your hair as your caress his cheek ‘too much anyhow’ you smile at him and kiss him slowly but with passion purring in
You adjust his hair lovingly as you kissed his lips again before you set back in his embrace, your head snuggling his neck, his arms firm around you as his hand massages your arm as he takes your hand and kisses each of your knuckles
‘let me see what tore your attention away from me’ he jokes motioning his hand towards the notebook you left on your side of the bed
‘I was literally drawing you’ you reply eying him as he chuckles
you take the book and show him the drawing, ‘it’s beautiful’ he tell you sincerely, his hand trailing the page careful to not ruin the drawing as he moves his eyes full of love for you from the page to your face
‘I couldn’t resist, you looked so calm, in a way naïve. a state you only have when you sleep and so goddam beautiful’ you reply looking at him, after centuries you still were mesmerized by his beauty
‘you are beautiful’ he replied sincerely tilting your head towards him to peck your lips again, more than two hundreds years and he still thought that for him you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen
You chuckled at his reply ‘and you are my muse’ you say tracing his perfect jaw
‘and so are you. Your beauty and your kind soul inspires everything I write music or words, and everything you do inspires me everyday to be better, to be worthy of your love’ he replies sincerely his love palpable in every word, your eyes shine at his admissions as your hand finds the back of his head and draws him down for a passionate kiss, you can feel him smile against your lips as he complies, every motion of his lips against your mouth meaning a thousand words
‘I love you’ he says as you two break for air ‘I love you too’ you reply inches away from his lips
‘and as we are talking about inspiration, let’s not talk about how your very existence inspired me and my body so much that is the reason I ended up in the situation you drew’ he says hinting to the night activities that had brought him to both of you sleeping bare, you let out a laugh as he had ruined such a romantic moment with sensual innuendos
‘well the feeling his mutual’ you reply kissing him again and this time straightening up to hover his face with yours again, you throw the book on the night stand as your kisses deepen crawling on top of him once again ‘and I think i will accept your offer to tire me up, as i don’t think i will be a able to sleep otherwise’ you admit as his hands roam your shoulder and back
‘With pleasure my love, and I will show you how much you inspires me and how although I lack talent in drawing I’m an artist in pleasuring’ you both chuckle and you try to roll your eyes to scold him but you can’t because you know very well that he is right. he gently turns, pushing you back on the bed so that now you are under him, then he engulfs you in a passionate and lustful kiss as you drape your arms and legs around him to keep him close
should i do an explicit version and/or part 2?