CHAPTER THIRTY
pizza and shopping

The pizza was heavenly. Henrik and I moaned as we bit into our slices, earning concerned looks from Elijah. I was currently lounging on a sofa in a luxurious hotel room with my feet resting on the table in front of me. Henrik sat beside me, engrossed in an episode of Taskmaster, which played on the huge television across the room.

Elijah stood across the room, a hand resting on the mantle as he calmly surveyed the space. Rebekah was currently in her room, changing into some clothes that I had lent her. Klaus was nowhere to be seen. As soon as we checked into the hotel, he had made himself scarce. None of us seemed to mind.

"Do you want the last slice, Mor?" Henrik asked, gesturing the remaining slice of pizza. He was clearly only asking as a courtesy since he was already in the midst of picking it up.

"Let me have a bite and then you can finish the rest." I bargained with him. Henrik grinned as he brought the slice over to my mouth and I took a large bite, "Yum."

"Yum indeed!" Henrik mused before he wolfed down the rest of the slice and threw the crust in the pizza box.

"Morgana!" Rebekah called from the other and I straightened as I heard footsteps growing louder.

"Yeah?" I replied as Rebekah appeared in the living room in front of the TV. Henrik groaned and moved his head to see past his sister.

"These trousers are awfully tight!" She said turning around in a circle. My mouth went dry and I gulped as I took in the view of my skinny jeans hugging her delicious curves.

"They look perfect!" I forced myself to say as I managed to pull my eyes away from her body.

"Do you have anything slightly looser? I can't possibly imagine walking around in these!"

"Yes, of course!" I said jumping out of my seat and hurrying to the room I'd claimed as mine, "Follow me!"

I could feel Rebekah behind me as I rummaged through my backpack for my sweatpants. Finally finding them, I pulled them out and handed them to her with a shy smile.

"Here you go! They're not very fashionable but they will do until we can get you some clothes of your own!"

"Thank you, Morgana!"

God help me, she removed the skinny jeans right there in my room. I swallowed and immediately averted my eyes. Unfortunately for me, the image of her wearing the simple black panties I had lent her remained fixed in my head. I felt my cheeks heat up as I tried to shake away the image.

I was going to lose my mind at how attractive all the Mikaelsons were.

"So," I chuckled nervously as I listened to her change behind me, "We should probably go shopping and buy you some clothes of your own."

"Sounds like a plan." Rebekah said as she finished getting dressed. I let out an inaudible sigh of relief that I had made it through the whole ordeal without making a complete fool of myself, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure!"

I froze as the tips of her fingers delicately began to trace my collar bone. I couldn't prevent the needy whimper that fell from my lips. Blood rushed to my face and Rebekah's eyes lit up with delight as the corner of her mouth tipped upwards.

"Why have you not yet completed the bond with any of my brothers?"

"Um," I said dumbly as I tried to process her question, "It's a long story."

"We have time." Rebekah said with a shrug.

"Well I guess the whole situation has been somewhat daunting to me so I haven't been ready to complete the bond with any of my mates yet." I attempted to explain but my words came out wrong. Oftentimes, my feelings were something that simply couldn't be put into words.

"That makes sense," She smiled softly as me, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, "Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"I haven't been with anyone before," I said with embarrassment, "So no, I've never been with a woman before. Have you?"

"Yes," she replied swiftly, "But very few times. I've always found myself preferring men, until now that is."

"Oh." I replied, not knowing what else to say, "I didn't realise that I was into women until..."

"Me?" Rebekah said, completing my sentence and I nodded. She grinned and said, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, you know."

"I know." I said, flushing with embarrassment.

"Most of my siblings and I have experimented with the opposite sex. You don't live an immortal lifespan without trying everything!" She grinned at me, "Elijah had a thing for blond footmen back in the 1500s."

"Rebekah, I'd appreciate it if you didn't share my personal history with our mate." Elijah called from the other room and my eyes widened with the realisation that he had lightly heard our whole conversation.

I yearned for soundproofed rooms.

"Well then," I said, grabbing my phone and wallet, "Let's go shopping."

***

Klaus slipped into the chair next to me and grabbed a glass of champagne from the table in front of us. I glared at him as he took a long sip.

"What are you doing here?" I asked with a frown, shifting in my seat to put some distance between us.

"Elijah told me where you were," He answered casually, "I couldn't possibly miss out on the opportunity to comment on my sister's taste in clothes."

"How very brotherly of you." I said emotionlessly as I looked towards the dressing room, waiting for Rebekah to come out.

"Come on love, can't we put everything that happened behind us?"

"So you want to avoid the issue?" I asked with a snort, "I thought you were meant to be smart."

"Look, I'm sorry!" Klaus said with a sigh, "Is that what you want to hear?"

"Not if that's not how you feel."

"Fine!" Klaus said, tipping back the rest of his glass, "I'm not sorry about what I did, but I am sorry about the way it made you feel."

"There has to be more to this dress!" Rebekah declared as she walked out of the changing room in a short black dress with an extremely low neckline.

"Jesus Christ." I murmed to myself, averting my gaze and taking a long sip of champagne. Henrik chuckled at my reaction and I glared at him.

"There's not." Klaus answered his sister in a bored tone.

"So women in the 21st century dress like prostitutes then?" Rebekah asked, unconvinced, "Morgana's clothes don't look like this."

"You haven't seen some of Morgana's dresses yet, sister." Henrik commented with a smirk and I playfully smacked his chest.

"You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers." Rebekah continued.

"You wore trousers so women today could wear nothing." Klaus smirked.

"Niklaus, please show some decorum." Elijah chastised his brother, who rolled his eyes.

"And what is this music? It sounds like a cable car accident."

"It's dance music." Elijah answered.

"People dance to this?" She deadpanned.

"I don't understand it either, Rebekah." I said with a shrug.

"Are we done?" Klaus asked, causing his sister to pout.

"And why are you so grumpy?"

"I needed one thing from you for my witch to find out why my hybrid were dying. One thing, your necklace, and you lost it."

"I didn't lose it! It's just been missing for 90 years." Rebekah argued before directing her attention to me, "So, Morgana, what do you think?"

"I think you look positively stunning, my dear." I said, my eyes eating up every inch of her as she spun for me, "But why don't we find you something a little more modest."

"Why? Do you find this dress distracting?" Rebekah asked as I stood and led her over to a rack of dresses.

"Maybe," I admitted, my face heating and I pulled out a blue dress to show her, "How about this one?"

"Fine," She replied as she pulled out a black lacy one and held it out to me, "But only if you try this one on."

Grabbing the dress, I headed towards the changing room, Rebekah close at my heels, "Rebekah, I have a feeling that you are  going to be trouble."

"The good kind?"

"The very good kind."