Klasma: All eyes on him

 New Orleans, Ballroom: 

Klaus and his witch enjoyed masquerade balls. It allowed them to dress up and look their best for the night. It also was an opportunity for them to dance that night without being worried about their enemies. That evening was hotter than usual and the room was crowded, more than anticipated as the evening was quite a successful one. The cursed witch came, dressed in a silver gown that looked like a flower. her hair was masterfully tied in a tight bun and she had silver heels at her feet. She looked exquisite that night and so did Klaus Mikaelson. He made sure to dress his best that night, wearing a three-piece tuxedo with white gloves and leather shoes. He had slicked his hair back, giving him a timeless look that matched the timeless beauty of his partner. 

For a brief moment, they were separated so Klaus could fetch a drink to his date. A couple came to her, complimenting her looks and beauty and that of her partner of the night. She politely entertained the conversation but her eyes were distracted and she glanced at Klaus. She saw how people were looking at him, with envy and desire, and that made her smile to herself. The Mikaelson was indeed a handsome man, perfect in every way, and the object of affection (and hatred) of so many people she lost count. Just when Klaus had grabbed two glasses of champagne, he lifted his head and met with her gaze. Time froze at this moment and everyone around them disappeared from her sight. There only was Klaus, with his little smirk and his intense blue eyes. He could feel her heartbeats go faster and her cheeks burn because blood was rushing there. She was blushing, at a loss of words upon seeing Klaus. 

She mind-absently replied to the couple who tried to have a conversation with her, as her golden gaze set upon the hybrid. He lifted one glass as if he was toasting with her from a distance and she nodded slowly. He noticed the change in her breathing, the fact she had to breathe harder and faster only told him that she was slowly getting worked up by the sight of him. It was carnal desire, a need that was growing so intensely that she wanted to push the people she was talking to to get closer to him.  It also was a desire to get closer to him, to have him stroke her cheek, nuzzle her neck with his nose, or just hold her tight. She wanted to make him smile, to gently wrap her arms around his frame, and to make out with him. She wanted to hold his hand and fall asleep on his chest.  

Her eyes grew wide when he sensually cleaned some of the champagne that had spilled. It was a simple gesture but it was enough to make her weak in the knees.  He always made her weak in the knees and the witch found herself just unable to look elsewhere. She decided to ditch the couple who were talking to her to join the hybrid. She couldn't handle being far away from him, especially not when he was looking so good. Klaus was magnetic and that night, he was even more than usual. All eyes were on him and he knew it. All eyes were on him and he loved it. 

-TBC-