Sweetest downfall
Disclaimer: Not mine. :)
It was late and I was tired when I wrote this.
The thick curtains covered the high windows, painting the whole room with the blackness of the night. The master bedroom was silent, although there was soft snoring coming from one of the two figures sharing the king-sized bed. The person still awake was sitting up with his knees pulled up and his left arm hugging the legs. In his opinion, the air in the room was far too warm for sleeping.
While he softly, yet absent-mindedly, caressed the shoulder length black hair that curled drowsily on the white pillow, his unfocused blue eyes were drilling a hole into the back wall. “My valiant darling, I do sometimes wonder if any stories of us will find their way in history books. Does the world have any need for yet another dashing thief or a brave warrior?” He sighed and petted the raven haired beauty occupying the right side of the large bed.
Shooting a quick glance on the older man the blond thief smiled. Nowadays, Klaus almost always slept on his stomach. That had been one of the first changes that had happened in Klaus after he’d finally surrendered to Dorian. The smile on the blond’s lips widened. So much had happened during their years together.
The petting didn’t stop, but the other arm curled tighter around the knees hidden under the plain white cotton bed cover. Obviously Klaus had not been the only one to change.
Those blue eyes were once again measuring the wall. Were there any onlookers present, they would have commented that there was something almost possessive in the hand touching Klaus’s hair. “My beautiful love. If you were Samson, would I be Delilah?” Deft fingers separated one dark curl from the mass of hair and started playing with it. For a while gentle humming filled the silence of the room.
“My sweet, I do not think I would be able to find a hardship that you couldn’t conquer.” The limber, thieving fingers were slowly tying the black hair into a braid. The darkness in the bedroom was intensifying as the hour grew later.
In the lulling peacefulness of the night Dorian let his mind roam freely and, with Klaus safe and sleeping next to him, he examined the fears hidden in the far corner of his mind. Whenever a new mission came up or there was an urgent need for NATO to save the day, Klaus would be called in to handle everything and then some, no matter how dangerous. However any of that couldn’t keep Dorian away from his love when he was needed.
“One day we are going to be up against someone we can’t win, my love.” There was no question about it. The left hand which was wrapped around his knees grabbed a fistful of the blanket
In the first steps of their fiery relationship the terrors that Dorian usually managed to keep away had unexpectedly surfaced from his subconsciousness. Afterwards he had felt like he should leave Klaus. Just leave and never come back. Then he had looked at the other man and the mere thought of abandoning his Teutonic warrior made his heart ache.
After that the transformation had truly begun.
Looking softly at the dozing Klaus, Dorian loosened his death grip on the blanket and shook his head which made the golden curls tumble over his shoulders. “Dear Klaus, you really are going to be Eroica’s sweet downfall.”
Slowly the heavy curtains got lighter and lighter with the rising sun. Soon Klaus mumbled something in his sleep and gestured with the hand that had been hanging over the edge of the bed. Then he opened his eyes.
As the Major sat up on the bed, he turned his green eyes at Dorian. Without a word he got up and started towards the door. “I go make us some breakfast. You can continue sleeping if you want.”
Still wrapped in the stifling bed cover, Dorian smiled happily and followed Klaus into the kitchen.