One of Jackson's arms wrapped around the back of the other's neck. He doesn't object even though he wanted to point out they could have just gotten to the compound first before Klaus fed. It mattered little. It wouldn't take Klaus long to get them there.
Instead of objecting, though, he reaches his free hand to up the other's chin and lean in to kiss him. He could taste his own blood there and it was a brief kiss but hungry for more.
He kisses Jackson back and hoists him up a bit more. Oh, he could've waited
until they got to compound to feed on Jackson, but that's not what he'd
wanted to do. Waiting would've driven the young Mikaelson a little crazy.
He does, however, give a bit of a smirk.
"Oh, I plan on it."
Which meant walking through the French Quarter while carrying Jackson.
There were probably eyes on them the whole entire way.
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Instead of objecting, though, he reaches his free hand to up the other's chin and lean in to kiss him. He could taste his own blood there and it was a brief kiss but hungry for more.
"Get on with it then, Couyon."
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He kisses Jackson back and hoists him up a bit more. Oh, he could've waited until they got to compound to feed on Jackson, but that's not what he'd wanted to do. Waiting would've driven the young Mikaelson a little crazy. He does, however, give a bit of a smirk.
"Oh, I plan on it."
Which meant walking through the French Quarter while carrying Jackson. There were probably eyes on them the whole entire way.
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"You could be going faster," Jackson mutters but he supposes that the other is taking his time on purpose really.