"Elijah. Elijah! Are you listening to me?"

As a matter of fact he hadn't been. "Sorry?"
Klaus sighs. Elijah hadn't meant to not listen.

"This is important," Klaus tells him, but Elijah's not too worried, Klaus thinks everything is important. "We need to choose a vampire for the ritual." Klaus's plump, red lips wrap around the words in a delicious way. The way his tongue moves between his teeth is fascinating. The dimples at the corners of his mouth deepen a little when his lips curl into a smirk. It's the most devilish mouth Elijah's ever seen, it's utterly captivating. Klaus's tongue flicks out to moisten his lips when he finishes speaking and has Elijah thinking all kinds of yummy things. The smirk fades away and Elijah realises that Klaus has indeed stopped talking. Is he expecting an answer?

"Elijah! Have you heard a word of what I just said?"

"You were talking about a vampire for the ritual."

"Five minutes ago," Klaus says, his frustration clear.

The pout that settles on Klaus's mouth is hot as hell. God, a mouth like that is just begging to be kissed.

"Elijah! What is wrong with you today?" Klaus' lips really are perfect, the proportions are exactly right so that when he says 'you' the corners of his mouth quirk up in the most delightful way.

"Nothing. Sorry." Elijah says, shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

"God, sometimes I think you don't pay any attention to me at all."