As Morticia watched, Klaus pulled out a small package from the drawer, anxiety twisting in her stomach. Her breath was shaky as the thought of sleeping with Klaus overwhelmed her.
She was fully naked, her face red as she pressed her lips together.
“What… what’s that?” She bit her lip as Klaus joined her on the bed again.
“Condom,” he answered, his voice soft. “You know what that is, don’t you?”
“Hm.” She nodded and mumbled, “I’m not that clueless.”
“Well, you once called my cock a banana,” he chuckled, and she hit his arm.
Her cheek flushed with embarrassment. “How come you had it here?” She couldn’t help but ask.
“It was when I was on a trip with my father,” he said, and her expression changed. “Don’t think about it, Bunnie. You’re the one I love… the only one.”
A smile finally crept across her face.
“Are you sure?” He asked in a whisper.
“Yeah… please don’t ask again. I really mean it,” she said quickly under her breath.
“It… it feels wrong yet so right… I don’t know if Vin…” She palmed his lips to make him stop talking.
“It’s fine,” she stated firmly.
Under the dim light, Klaus tore open the package and put it on himself, gaze locked on her. She was serious about wanting him tonight.
He kissed her and then adjusted himself at her entrance. She was dripping wet and ready, as they had a little foreplay before this.
“Relax, okay… I’m going in,” he whispered, and she nodded. He caressed her folds with his tip, then gently pressed to go in.
Morticia gasped at the sudden pain, and Klaus stopped.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, kissing her face to distract her. He had never been the patient type; he normally went rough on the first thrust, slamming deep into whoever he had pinned under him.
But this was Bunnie… it was crazy he was doing this right now, with his best friend’s little sister.
He pushed in further, and she let out a soft cry. Holy hell, she was so tight and warm… it was driving him insane. He wasn’t even halfway yet.
“Take your time… do you want to stop?” he asked in a whisper.
“No,” she croaked, and he kissed the tears that fell from her eyes. Damn, he never knew it would hurt this way.
He pulled out gently, then pushed back in. Ever so gently, with caution. He repeated the same motion, going deeper with each thrust as her walls slowly adjusted to his size.
It hurt… she knew it would, but this was more than she expected. Though his kisses were distracting her, the pain was still overwhelming.
His pace was gentle and slow.
“Does it still hurt?” he groaned, his muscles tensing under her touch, one could see he was trying to resist himself.
“A little,” she managed to whisper.
“Fuck, should I stop?”
“No, I… can take it.”
“Oh God…” Klaus kissed her lips, moving under her. “You’re doing great.”
As their bodies entwined, Morticia finally felt the pain subduing, replaced by a strange warmth. He moved with deliberate care, kissing her neck, jawline, and lips while whispering praises and assurances that made her heart race.
“Klaus…” she breathed.
“I love you… I’ll always do. You’re mine, Bunnie, and I’m yours,” he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion.
“I’ll always be yours,” he added, holding her hip and increasing his pace bit by bit.
Morticia’s fingers curled against his back, grazing it. Her painful cries slowly turned into moans. The sensation was overwhelming, far more than fingers or tongue.
It was as if they were connecting… mind, body, and soul. She was his.
The pleasure built up, his thrusts remaining careful and gentle. Their gazes locked, lips parted as they fed their bond.
She would never forget tonight. Her best night.
–
Morticia moaned, stirring awake from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting the small room. She shifted on the bed, expecting to see Klaus, but the other side of the bed was empty.
“Klaus?” She sat up carefully as she felt a sting between her legs. Before she could panic further, the door opened, and Klaus stepped in.
Concern flashed on his face as he walked to her side. “How do you feel?”
“I’m fine… now that you’re here,” she whispered, then noticed she was wearing one of Klaus’s big T-shirts. The bed sheets had been changed too.
“I washed them. Are you hungry? I bought some groceries?” he asked, and she nodded.
Soon, Klaus was in the kitchen making breakfast. Her heart couldn’t help but swell at the sight of him. He looked so hot; she could watch him all day.
She stood and joined him in the kitchen.
“Go rest on the bed,” he told her.
“I’m fine. It aches a little, but I can handle it…” she shrugged, resting her back against the kitchen counter. Klaus smiled and continued with the meal, the aroma filling the air.
Morticia stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his torso from behind, her expression bright.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she mumbled.
Klaus’s movement halted, his mind drifting to his mother. He muttered, “Me too.”
—
Rhea walked down the cold, dark street of Benning Road; the streetlights cast long shadows behind her. She knew she was crazy for coming here, especially when the street looked eerily odd and creepy.
“341…” she paused, forgetting the last number of the address. Pulling out her phone, she checked it. “Ah, 3415.”
Suddenly, her phone was snatched by a rogue-looking skinny guy, tattooed.
“What do you think you’re doing? Give it back!” she snapped, but the guy dodged her, smirking.
“Hello, pretty one,” the guy smirked, the stench of alcohol lingering in the air.
“Give me back my phone, and I’ll go on my way.” Her heart was beating fast, but she stood her ground.
Another guy emerged, standing behind her.
Rhea immediately knew things weren’t going well. Another came out, making them three. They all had lust swirling in their gazes.
The one in front of her held her chin. “I haven’t seen your face here… you new?” Rhea removed his hand from her face and glared at him. “How about we have a taste of you, pretty one? I love Indian girls.”
Rhea punched his face and decided to run, but it wasn’t long until they caught her. Grabbing her waist, they surrounded her.
“Let me go! Bastards!” she yelled, but they laughed.
“Hey!!”
They all turned their heads to the voice that pierced the air.
“Val?” Relief washed over Rhea, but one of them held her close.
“What’s up, Vee?” the skinny guy raised a brow, irritated.
“Let her go,” Valerie demanded.
He let out a cold laugh. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop ruining my fun, bitch? Stop acting like you own this place; it’s been long since you visited here. Things have changed.”
Valerie sighed, dropped the bag in her hand, and massaged her neck.
“There’s no need for chitchat. Come closer, let me give you what you deserve,” she mumbled and marched towards them.