Lights Flicker And Fade : Kol Mikaelson [3]

204: Five Moments Of Interest

MJ smiled as she woke up, a light white blanket wrapped around her and the man she loved, muscular arms holding her waist to his chest, soft snores easing her nerves, and fluffy hair begging her to play with it while her spare hand trailed up his chest.

Kol's face, when he slept, was impossible to look away from.

She pushed up, enjoying the sunlight coming through the large uncovered windows, seeing him shift at the movement.

MJ's mouth opened.

A different language poured out, whispering, 'good morning.'

She paused.

That wasn't right.

Her mouth opened again, but no matter what MJ thought, the strange words rolled across her tongue like it was all she knew how to speak; Kol smiling, lifting a hand to her face as his eyes slowly opened. Tired. Slightly less hyper than what she was used to. Waking up, tufts of hair out of place, his eyes tended to move slower, body less jumpy.

In the mornings, he didn't have to be seen by anyone but her, nothing to mask, simply existing.

Calm and relaxed suited him, eyes big and warm, focused solely on her.

Today's stillness wasn't that.

"My love."

Again, words MJ somehow understood yet had never heard out loud before.

He noticed the panic on her face, thumb gracing her cheek.

"Kol - "

"What's wrong?"

MJ closed her eyes, clutching the blanket, body uncovered underneath, desperately muttering a spell. Searching her brain for it. Spells that would explain what was going on - yet, it was like she'd had a different education. Something that stopped her from finding the right words.

"Mira," Kol was there with her, "Talk to me."

She jolted up, eyes wide open.

Back in her actual bed.

Well, Kol's.

Grey sheets, balcony door slightly open, familiar architecture just beyond it, and modern lights off overhead. Kol staring up at her, MJ having shoved up from where she slept against his chest, i.e. having practically smacked his skin, panicked heart loud in his ears.

It turned out that she and Kol were incredibly clingy people, especially when it came to sleeping. An aftereffect of their ghost period. Now they could actually make contact, over a year of a bendable and watery connection, they weren't about to stop.

His nose twitched, "Darling?"

"Um," MJ rubbed her neck, ears ringing, "I - uh - "

A breath out.

"Weird dream."

She'd been in a stone shack. Like, something out of history that didn't quite make sense. It wasn't creative enough to be some wild dream of the pair of them being let loose on history; it didn't feel lucid enough for that. It was like MJ had been seeing someone else's life. In skin that hadn't felt right around her.

"Did you have a partner back then?"

Kol shuffled up, half glancing around and sniffing.

"In the mortal years."

"We've talked about that," His head half shook, "Nothing even close to a long-term commitment."

She swallowed.