[It's the exact same way here, darling! No worries!!]
Klaus smiled between their intimate kiss when she pushed him against a nearby tree. He didn't think he'd ever find himself feeling this way, in many ways, about anyone else, not really since Caroline. Sure, he had his thing with Cammie but nothing too serious, she was more Marcel's woman, no he wanted Cassandra. He pulled back for just a minute, not to get air, but to firmly hold her face in his hands, his dark and brooding eyes burning into hers. "I want you, Cassandra, and I want you now. You're mine." He said and with that, he gracefully picked her up bridal store and deeper into the woods they went where he laid her down on a soft bed if leaves, taking off his shirt and going back down to kiss her again...
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Anya became distracted in the shower. She stood in front of the running water and raised her hand up. Beads of water hovered in the air, like rain paused in time. Smiling, she moved it around when a knock on the door distracted her, and the drops in the air fell down, some of it getting over the floor. Frowning, she finished up washing up and cleaning herself before turning off the water and grabbing a towel. She stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around her figure and standing in front of the mirror. She went to wipe the steam off and jumped when she noticed Elena standing behind her, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed across her chest. "Elena, um, hey." Anya said, turning to face the brunette.
"Hey, I just wanted to apologize for earlier, I came off a little.. rude, and I'm sorry. Damon and I just had something... real special, you know?" Elena said, scrunching up her face as she did so. "Oh.. well he's special guy.." Anya said, smiling softly. "Oh, he really is. You know he escorted me to the Founders ball a couple years ago, Stefan couldn't make it and so I wouldn't make an idioit of myself, he showed up and we danced together, he's light on his feet." Elena said, smiling. Anya was about to say something before Elena cut in. "Anyways, sorry. I need to go, they don't know I'm here. Bye." And at that, Elena was gone. Frowning, Anya threw on some clothes and brushed her wet hair, pulling it up in a bun before walking downstairs. She's make herself look a little more presentable after she ate, for now she didn't care.