BODY HEAT.

[forfun]

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ

Your character is now stuck in a very cold place of your choice, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern, or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard, with another person for company and just one blanket between the two of them. There is no way to escape the cold except to share body heat to stay alive in this weather.

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[mikaelson_witch]

Stepping free of the pool of material at her feet, Freya catches sight of a mirror and watches his own pants fall. Blue eyes doing a quick perusal of his form...lean but muscular, not entirely pale but not so tan as her own skin. "Well, as you once admitted, brother. You can be a bit thick."

Turning to face him, her blue eyes sparkled as she added, "And you." Klaus was easy on the eyes, even Freya could admit that. Coupled with his power and charisma, it was a dangerous combination. And no wonder still, why cities had risen only to fall beneath his thumb. Canting her head, Freya walked to the bedside as he pulled the comforter back.

"My courage, or your resolve?" she replied

[lonelihood]

“I prefer to think of it as being willful,” a family trait that seemed to carry over even into the sibling they had been separated from for centuries. His gaze was glued to her every movement; the slight sway of her hips as Freya moved towards the bedside, unashamed in his staring, as if Klaus had every right to do what he was, and none could have convinced him otherwise. The question had a look of mischief claiming his expression.

To make the point, Klaus was the first to move onto the bed, not quite sliding under the comforter just yet. “My resolve is the thing of legend. I promise you that.” How much of his statement could be attributed to pure bravado was what they would have to find out together. Being in control of the situation only made him feel that much more powerful; strengthened the feeling inside of him that this was what he wanted.

Which meant he didn’t want to wait for Freya to decide to join him. He leaned over, fingers curling around her slender wrist and pulled her towards the bed, towards him.

[mikaelson_witch]

Lips part slightly at Klaus's words, a soft "ah" breaking the air; adding as if sensing his thoughts. "The family trait. Already, Hope has it too." Her gaze met his as he slid onto the bed, close enough now that Freya would be well within his grasp.

"We shall see." For both of them, how long could either continue to be ambivalent? Would tonight end the divide? Or simply rip open another?

Pulled the last few steps toward him and onto the bed, Freya thankfully, was not so distracted as to stumble. A hand bracing -unflinching and warm- against his bare shoulder. Knees supporting her weight as she came face to face with him again. Breathes out huskily, a final warning; deaf as it may fall.

"This is a dangerous game, brother."

[lonelihood]

Perhaps one of the things that attracted him most towards her; besides the obvious, how Freya didn’t merely give in or allow him to have completely control. She didn’t go tumbling onto the bed; instead her palm was resting against his shoulder, delicate yet warm, the skin on skin contact enough to make him almost look flustered, regardless of how much Klaus actually felt it.

“Naturally,” the word came out as smoothly as he had hoped it would. Freya was so close now; a blessing and the curse of having heightened senses, the way that she could make him completely drown in her. The hand remaining on him, Klaus turned into her, trying to navigate it so that Freya was lying against the bed with him hovering atop her.

The arrogant smile again. Defense mechanism, to downplay any sign that she was having an effect. “Though I think you already know...the more dangerous, the better I enjoy it.”

[mikaelson_witch]

Freya's lips curve in a small smirk, amused; as if knowing a secret he doesn't. "It will serve her well," talking about Hope was easier than overthinking their every action, she's sure for him as well. Those pesky heightened senses. "With our family as much as the wolves...and the witches." Assuming of course, that Klaus intended to let the witches maintain their automaticity, rather than place Freya at the seat of that power.

She let him maneuver her -for now- a breath leaving her as her shoulders came to rest against the mattress. "You can't help yourself," she answered back, the middle finger of her left hand coming to rest against the lower line of his jaw. The nail of her thumb tracing his bottom lip.

[lonelihood]

“No...no, I really can’t.” Danger was an element that had been ever present in a life that spanned centuries; always there, in the background, leaping out whenever an opportunity presented itself. This was a threat of an entirely different nature; one that left him feeling vulnerable at the touch of her fingertip, brushing carefully across his lip. Any illusion of what was happening being only a game disappeared the moment Klaus found himself looking down at her. “Freya.”

Words were ready to spill into the air; to question her, if she could possibly forgive him, the transgressions already committed against her in such a short amount of time...did she think of him as more beast than man? Klaus didn’t, though. Ask any of those things. Leaning down, when his lips pressed against hers, the kiss was far more gentle than the one that he had initiated earlier. Slow, building pressure.

[mikaelson_witch]

The emotion that reverberated through that sole, two syllable word. She knew what Klaus was asking without him ever having to say it; a shimmering softness to his gaze. Did she forgive him? Should she? Even in the short time she'd been back amongst her siblings she had seen what such actions had resulted in before. Freya had even chastised Elijah and Rebekah for doing so, questioned how they could and yet...

She kissed him back. The hand at his jaw shifting to cup his cheek, velvet soft lips lingering a moment before tilting little more than a breath away. A long moment, a breath, a heartbeat and they were back against his.