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Spring break was just around the corner and although I was excited for a break from classes, I was a bit disappointed Amelia was going back home for the week. I didn’t have anywhere to go, and because I had been a provisional student and started later in the year than everyone else, it was probably a better idea for me to stay at school and study.
“And you’re sure you’ll be all right by yourself?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine!” I smiled at my cute roommate, “There are a few students sticking around… I remember Yukiya and Joel both telling me they were staying…”
“The Emperor is staying too, huh?” Amelia inquired with a devilish grin. “I’m sure he’ll keep you company this week as well!”
I felt my face flush and giggled, “Shush, you! Klaus is probably busy with work anyway…”
“Hah!” Amelia shouldered her bag with a wink, “Prefect Klaus will make time for his girlfriend, I’d bet my wand on it!” Amelia’s brother arrived to walk her to the train, and she gave me a quick hug before taking off. “Bye Vyra!”
“See you in a week, Amelia! Safe travels!” I waved at my friend until she and her brother rounded the corner.
“That was a tediously long farewell.”
I jumped and whirled around to where the deep, familiar voice behind me came from. But instead of Klaus looming over me, his familiar, a beautiful blue owl was perched on the back of a bench, staring coldly in my direction. Puzzled, I approached the owl and leaned over. “Klaus?”
“Of course it’s Klaus, who else would it be?”
I almost rolled my eyes at his persnickety tone of voice, but caught myself at the last second, remembering that he could see me through the eyes of his familiar.
“Sorry—I was just surprised.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before smiling brightly, “Well, what’s up?”
“Come to my office. I expect you to be here in fifteen minutes.”
“You’re office—oh! Ahem—uh…y-you’ve um…already…?”
“—Found your letter to me? Yes. What an… interesting read. I look forward to discussing it with you at length.”
“B-but I th-thought you wouldn’t have seen it—”
“Did you think I avoid my office on the weekend? Unlike you and the rest of the students here, Bunnyhead, I have responsibilities to be mindful of. So yes, I already saw the letter you left for me.”
“But I—”
“Enough!” Klaus’ voice boomed from his owl and I shrank away from the stern sound, “We will continue this discussion in person. Fifteen minutes, Vyra.”
Before I could object again, the owl promptly flapped it’s wings and took off into the sky toward the main building. I had begun the Saturday morning relaxed and happy, but now I was crumbling into a nervous wreck as I hurried back into the dorm to change my clothes into something more presentable than the sweatshirt and shorts I had hurriedly thrown on to bid Amelia goodbye.
It’s true. I had written a letter to Klaus and secretly left it on his desk late yesterday afternoon after I had finished my usual extra tutor session with Klaus. In all honesty, I had actually written the letter weeks ago but it had taken me a lot of nerve to work up the courage to give it to him… Even then, I wasn’t brave enough to hand him the letter, I had left it on his desk like a coward. I thought I would have the weekend at least to pump myself up for when he would find it on Monday, but my damned luck seemed to have gotten the better of me.
Inside my room I was a whirlwhind of activity. I pulled a brush through my hair as I whipped out a simple, comfortable, pale pink dress with a pattern of teeny-tiny hearts dotting the fabric. I changed into it, and then pulled on a pair of pretty sandals, and finally ran to the mirror to deal with my hair. I bit my lip and watched myself turn red as I happily thought about Klaus’ nickname for me: Bunnyhead. When he first called me that I thought it was so incredibly rude, but now it was a sweet petname that sent a jolt of adoration through me every time he used it. I tied my hair up into my two usual pigtails, taking care to make them as neat as I could, finishing with two white ribbons to match my dress.
Once I was satisfied, I grabbed my wand, looked at myself in the mirror one more time, and then dashed out of my room and out the front door of the dorm at a full sprint, already knowing I was probably about to be late.
As I trotted down the hallway toward the Prefect’s office, I slowed and tried to catch my breath a bit so I at least wouldn’t be panting like a maniac once I arrived. Finally stopping in front of his office door, I politely knocked and cracked the door open.
“Excuse me—”
“You’re late.”
I stepped into the office sheepishly. Klaus was seated at his desk, head bent low over some paperwork as his quill pen scratched across the paper as he wrote with lightning speed. Without glancing up at me, he spoke in his usual calm, stern voice. “Lock the door behind you and have a seat.”
Obediently, I locked the office door, feeling my pulse begin to thunder at the knowledge that I was now trapped inside this office with my gorgeous but positively frightening boyfriend. Slowly I walked over to the two wooden chairs in front of the desk and I sat down. The moment by bottom touched the seat, Klaus put his quill down, tapped the papers together, stapled them, filed them neatly away inside his desk and then turned to stare at me. With his glasses perched low on his nose, his dark, violet eyes gazed at me from across his desk, and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin.
“Er…H-hello, Klaus.”
Without breaking eye contact, Klaus reached into a drawer and withdrew the letter I had written him. I felt my face heat up and I fought the urge to look away. Placing the letter on the desk before him, Klaus folded his hands and the barest of smirks touched the corner of his lips.
“Hello my little Bunnyhead. You seem tense.” He observed.
“W-well, well yes…” I lost the battle to keep eye contact and my eyes drifted down to my lap where my fingers were busy wrinkling the hem of my dress. “I sort of—that is, I thought I would be able to um, mentally prepare myself this weekend for you to read it on Monday.”
“Idiot. What difference would a couple of days have made when you’ve been sitting on this letter for weeks?”
Startled, my eyes flashed back to his face and my mouth dropped open in shock, “How do you—”
“You included the date at the top.”
Oh good grief, how dumb am I? I made an awkward little “Eep!” and then covered my cheeks with my hands as I felt them grow hotter and hotter and hotter with embarrassment.
“Mhmm.” Klaus stood from his seat, picked up the letter and walked around his desk to sit on the edge of his desk in front of me, a mere two feet away and within grabbing distance. Once seated, he crossed his legs to get comfortable and then proceeded to slowly, meticulously, fold up the sleeves of his shirt. My mouth watered at the sight of his bare forearms and ashamed of my own thoughts I forced my eyes back to his face.
“K-klaus?”
“Yes?”
“Euhh—” I heard my own voice get softer and more timid as I spoke, “Y-you seem… um… a bit...cross.”
“Of course I’m furious.”
“Aw!” I sank into my seat as Klaus glared down at me from his perch on the desk.
“You expected me to be delighted?” Klaus’ voice was dangerous and I wasn’t entirely sure what the right answer was, but thankfully, he plowed right on ahead without giving me a chance to respond to his question. “Unbeknownst to me, my adorable, innocent little lover is in fact an absolutely wicked girl.”
“Hey!”
“Don’t bother denying it, as I plan to punish you thoroughly later this week, and lying will just get you in more trouble with me.”
A chill ran down my spine at his words, but it wasn’t exactly fear as much as…thrill? Oh, I could never admit it out loud, but every time Klaus threatened to punish me I always felt the most delicious tingle deep in my stomach and right now was no different.
“B-but…I’m, I’m not trying to be wicked Klaus, I’m sorry!”
Klaus held up his hand and shook his head at me, “No need for apologies, Vyra. I’m not angry at you, I’m angry at having been forced to wait.” The lips that had been hovering on a smirk for a few moments now curled into a dastardly grin, “Had I known I had a bad little girl on my hands earlier… Well, I’ll make up for lost time, no matter.”
I fidgeted in my seat and Klaus’s smile faded as he unfolded my letter and returned to a more strict expression. “Let’s go through your letter together, shall we?”
“Oh no, Klaus please—”
“Hush.”
“But—”
“Be quiet or I will gag you.”
I shut my mouth and returned to playing with the hem of my skirt as Klaus cleared his throat and began.
“Darling Klaus,” He paused and looked over the edge of the letter at me to smile, “So far, ‘darling’ is the only other thing you’ve called me besides Klaus. You’ll eventually have to think of another name, my love or I will get bored.”
I looked up at him as he called me ‘my love,’ and couldn’t stop the bashful little smile that spread across my face.
He began again, “Darling Klaus, I’m sorry that I have to write this in a letter, but I get too nervous to talk about these things out loud.” Klaus chuckled to himself before continuing, “I love you very much, and more than anything I want to be a brilliant wizard and a wonderful girlfriend. I think I am improving a lot with your extra magic lessons,” Klaus snorted as he read that and I interjected.
“Hey!”
“Shut up.” He fired back at me, before continuing, “but because you are my first man, I don’t have much experience at all with being a girlfriend. So, this week when everyone is away from school, I would like to suggest we have a different kind of lessons together. Although I have no real life experience, I have seen movies and read romance books, so I—”
“Oh Klaus, please—” I couldn’t bear to hear him read the rest. I couldn’t! It was too embarrassing!
Klaus sharply scolded me, “Vyra if you insist on interrupting me again I will make good on my threat.”
I whined deep in my throat in protest but stayed quiet as Klaus picked back up again.
“I have seen movies and read romance books, so I wrote a list of ideas of things you could teach me. I can learn what you like, and learn more about what I like, and even though I know these things are not meant to be taught as lessons, I love to learn from you and I think it would be a little bit fun.”
I covered my face. Oh god, he was going to read the list out loud. Oh god oh god—
“Hey, take those hands away so I can see your silly, blushing face.”
I lowered my hands, glaring at him as he smirked and read the last bit of my letter.
“Kissing, Kissing not on the lips, Kissing special places, Bedtime stuff, Things I like, Things you like,” Klaus stopped reading to laugh aloud, lowering the letter to look over at me with a grin, “You couldn’t have been more vague if you tried.” Before blessedly finishing reading my stupid letter, “I’m sorry if this letter is very awkward. If this is stupid you can tell me and I’ll understand. Thank you for being a good teacher and an even better boyfriend, Klaus. I love you. Your Vyra.” Klaus folded up the letter and placed it behind him. “Your concluding sentences were the most accurate in the letter. It is incredibly stupid.”
“Aw…” I lowered my head. But I felt Klaus reach over and tilt my chin up with his fingertips.
“But I did enjoy your closing.” His beautiful violet eyes flashed possessively as he smiled down at me, “You are indeed, ‘my Vyra.’”
I melted beneath his eyes and pulled my bottom lip into my mouth to bite it anxiously as Klaus released my chin and stood up from his seat on the desk.
Before I could react, Klaus lunged and scooped me up from my seat in the chair, cradling me easily in my arms as he marched over to the couch at the other end of the office.
“Klaus!”
“Mm?”
Ignoring my surprised squeaks, Klaus reached the couch and turning, plopped down into the center of the comfy cushions, settling me in his lap with gentle familiarity. I wasn’t nervous to be in his lap—it was actually my favorite place in the world to be. Sometimes after our lessons or if I had done really well on a test or an assignment, enjoying special cuddle time with Klaus on the couch was my favorite reward for a job well done. But now after having written that terrible letter and admitted all those things I couldn’t help but feel a little jumpy—especially considering that Klaus himself often admitted to me that he had trouble holding himself back in my presence…
“Relax.” Klaus pressed a warm, firm kiss to my temple and any tension I was carrying in my muscles immediately faded and I compliantly relaxed into his arms. Perhaps he could sense that I was rather wound up from having had to sit through an uncomfortable rereading of my letter to him, because we sat just like that for a few minutes. He kissed me on my forehead, and against the side of my neck, his nimble fingers pressing into the muscles above my shoulder blades, coaxing my tight muscles to release.
I had just gotten comfortable in his lap and was leaning my head against his chest when he spoke up again.
“Now,” One strong hand suddenly left my waist where he had been holding me gently and grabbing my thigh just below my butt, Klaus yanked me tight against him, “Are you going to tell me all the naughty thoughts you’ve had about me or do I need to torture the information out of you?”
“Ach!” I scrambled in his lap, but Klaus held me firm, in fact, his hand inched up slightly and he pinched my butt with his long fingers and sent me into an absolute tizzy. “Klaus! Oh god—”
“Tch tch,” Klaus clucked sternly at me, but his face wore a mean smile as he pinched me again, “You better tell me Vyra, because these reactions of yours are too cute.”
I grabbed his shirt in my fists and yelped at the second pinch, “Oh you are so unfair, Klaus!”
“Yes,” He agreed, “I’m going to pinch you again too.”
“W-wait—ouch!” The third pinch was the hardest yet. It hurt, but immediately after he pinched me, I felt a spark of heat at the center of my legs and I involuntarily squeezed my thighs tightly together as I fidgeted in his lap.
“Hm?” I glanced up at him, but found his eyes were staring intently down at my legs where I was still squeezing them tight and rubbing my knees together. Klaus’ gaze flickered back to mine, and for a brief second I saw him struggle to retain his composure. The hand that had been pinching me gave my bottom a little pat and then it returned to my waist where he cradled me again, “That deserves a little additional investigation… but I shall save that for later.”
“K-Klaus, don’t get any ideas…”
“Oh, I have plenty of ideas for you.” He leaned in to press his forehead against mine, “Some of which would terrify you, I’m sure. But all in good time…” he bounced his knee beneath me, “Come on, Vyra. You asked for some lessons, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes, b-b-but I’m—y-you make me feel so shy, you meanie!”
“I’m not being mean,” Klaus raised his eyebrow, “You’ll know when I’m being mean for real, Bunnyhead.”
I shivered at that promise; it was undeniably true. As much as I called Klaus mean, I knew he hadn’t ever actually been cruel to me in the way he was to pretty much every other person, his brother included. “Okay, okay…”
Klaus leaned back into the couch, putting space between us so he could look at my face properly. “Vyra, I don’t want you to be scared of me.”
Before I could protest, Klaus put a finger to my lips gently and gazed earnestly into my face, “Oh, I know you’re very scared of what I can do, and what I’m capable of… and perhaps you fear a tongue lashing when you’ve made a mistake. But I don’t want you to ever fear me as your boyfriend.”
The finger against my lips moved so his palm could cup my cheek and I leaned my face into his warm hand with a happy sigh.
“My cute, stupid little Bunnyhead… You don’t have to worry about any of the thoughts you have about us. I love you, and I will always take care of you. Do you understand?”
“Yesss Klaus…” I love him so much… how could I ever be nervous in front of this beautiful person?
“Good.” Klaus shifted me in his lap, pulling my legs apart and turning me so that I straddled his lap.
“Oh!” I swiftly grabbed the front of my dress and tucked it in front of me, flushing deep red at the intimate position.
Klaus seemed unchanged by our new seating arrangement, and simply gazed up at me patiently. “The first item on your list was kissing. We kiss often enough, Vyra, what more would you like to learn?”
“Er…w-well, I—” I floundered. He asked the question in such a normal way as if he really was just giving me a usual lesson…what had I gotten myself into!? “I um…Usually you kiss me. Which…well, I like to kiss you,” I felt myself blushing harder, “I like to kiss you a lot. But you always initiate, not me…so I wondered if I…if I should be?”
I chanced a look up at his face but got irritated immediately when I saw him. Klaus was barely holding back a laugh and I smacked his chest with my palm. “Are you laughing at me!?”
Klaus took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the inside of my wrist as he gazed at me. “I can’t help myself, I’m afraid. I have a naughty little girl in my lap who is mightily testing my resolve. I either have to laugh at you or fuck you.”
“Klaus!” I leaned forward and pushed my face into his chest so I didn’t have to look at him anymore. Good grief, he was going to torture and tease me all week like this wasn’t he? Oh, that letter was such a mistake.
His chest rumbled with another chuckle and he pried me up from where I was hiding to plant a tender little kiss on the tip of my nose. “Bunnyhead, I won’t do that until you tell me you’re ready, don’t worry.”
“…I know.” What was this feeling? Disappointment? Why did I feel disappointment? It’s not like I wanted Klaus to just take me whenever he felt like it….or did I? No, that’s despicable…and yet…
Klaus leaned back into the couch, relaxing his arms and holding me by my waist. “Come then, my little minx.” He flashed me a smile that sent my heart pounding into overdrive. “Kiss me.”
“I—w-well h-how?”
“However you want. This is practice right? Just come forward and give me a kiss.”
I hesitated again and realized it was his gaze that was making it so hard for me. “Close your eyes.” I demanded.
Klaus cooperatively closed his eyes for me. As I looked at his face, studying its features and angles, I felt a wave of love wash over me as I stared at him. He really was extremely beautiful, and somehow, by some stroke of luck, he was all mine.
If he was impatient, he didn’t let on, but simply sat quietly and waited. I pressed my hands against his chest, leaned forward, and before my nerve could desert me, I softly pressed my lips against his mouth. It was a little different being the one to start a kiss. I felt Klaus smile into my kiss, and I felt encouraged so I pressed into him a little firmer, moving my lips against his as I sighed into the embrace. I finally broke the kiss after a few perfect moments, but I stayed close, my face just inches from his as I breathed gently and tried to get my pulse to stop hammering away in my chest.
Klaus opened one brilliant violet eye and looked at me, “That was perfect Vyra…kiss me again, love.”
The second time was easier. I leaned in and planted my lips on his a second time. I remembered the way he’d sometimes pull my bottom lip into his mouth and I tried to mimic the technique. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the plush softness of his bottom lip. But as I kissed him, suddenly this inexplicable urge to bite completely overcame me and as much as I tried I couldn’t resist. With his lip in my mouth I abruptly bit down and tugged back on it just a tiny bit before releasing it.
Klaus’ entire demeanor changed. The hands on my waist left and suddenly his right arm was wrapping around my middle tugging me firmly into him. I lifted my head and opened my eyes to look at him and was shocked to see a hint of blush running across his cheeks. With his left hand he grabbed my face with his hand and held it firm as he stared at me with a sadistic smile. “What was that…?”
“I’m—I’m sorry, I d-didn’t—”
“Oh hush, you did mean to bite me, don’t deny it, you little tart.”
“Tart!?” I was puzzled by his attitude, but then realized as I looked at him closer, he was fighting himself to behave. The realization made it my turn to smile. My hands had been resting on his chest, but now I moved them up to cup the back of his neck. I moved my thumb against the edge of his jaw, and tried to keep my voice steady as I teased him. “I’m sorry Klaus. Let me kiss you again…I won’t bite…” I dropped my voice a little quieter and tried to imitate the devious little stare he would sometimes give me when he tormented me, “Unless you ask me nicely to…”
My world spun around me as Klaus stood with me in his arms, swiftly turned, laid me on the couch and climbed over on top of me. I squeaked out of surprise more than fright, but as I looked up into his glittering eyes, fear certainly did account for more than half my emotional state.
“You are playing a very dangerous game, little girl. This is supposed to be Kissing 101, but I can proceed with a more advanced lesson if that’s what you’re asking for.”
“Klaus, Klaus!” I twisted underneath him, my insides positively vibrating, Again I felt the unexplainable need to clench my legs together and I was sure I was red from my head to my toes, “Klaus I won’t tease you,” A giggle snuck out, and as he made to move again, I pressed my hands against his face, “Wait, wait, wait, please! Really, I—I just wanted to tease you a little bit, d-don’t be mad, I want to keep kissing you!”
Klaus seemed to think it over for a moment before pulling me into his chest again and flipping us over so I was laying on top of him. I breathed a sigh of relief that did not go unnoticed by my blond Emperor beneath me.
“Very well, Bunnyhead, but be warned,” Klaus tightened his grip on my waist, I have a hard enough time holding myself back without you tempting me so deliciously.”
I cooed at the admission and bit my lip, “U-understood…”
Klaus relaxed against the couch and puckered his lips playfully at me, “Come on then, Bunnyhead. You still have at least ten kisses to give to me…”