Set during season 4. Just a little one-shot that came naturally to me. I always imagine Klaus and Caroline, though not officially being together, finding company in one another.
Disclaimer: I do not own TVD.
She could still feel the heat of his breath on her lips.
The surprisingly gentle caress of his fingers as they trailed her stomach.
His words, spoken so sweetly yet it still carried the malice of passion and lust.
She shifts in her sheets, wondering when they had ever been so arm outstretches towards the left end; empty. Her memories, so powerful, drew back to a time when someone had occupied the other side of the bed.
She could almost feel the weight as he laid down beside her so many times before.
Still smell him; firewood and musk.
Still hear her own voice ask for lifetimes now, "Can you stay the night?"
His reply, "Always for you."
They'd lay beside each other for the first few nights, never touching, never speaking.
They were just two people that drew comfort from one another.
Two lonely souls that shared the night together.
Nothing more.
He'd watch her fall asleep most times.
But on rare occasion, she'd stare as his eyes dropped, an expression coming close to peaceful filling his face. She remembered never seeing him so relaxed.
That first night they'd made love, she had watched him fall asleep once again. Her hand, as if it developed feelings of its own, reached out, the tips of her fingers just barely grazing his cheek.
His eyes fluttered open, meeting her own.
"I thought you fell asleep," she had said simply, tucking her hand away beneath her pillow.
"I never fall asleep," he replied, a smile fighting its way to his lips, the corner twitching almost violently.
"Never?"
"No. I just wait until you do."
A question begged for freedom, (then why do you look so calm as I watch you sleep? not like how you do when you're awake…) but she held it down.
The two lonely souls stared at one another, almost in competition.
He, always weak-willed when it came to emotion, turned away.
Caroline reached out, hand tucked under his chin, (such a soft touch) turning his fearful eyes back to her own.
"Don't leave," she almost asked, but came out more as a plea.
Klaus sighed, drawing himself closer to her. He tucked her into his chest like a protector, grasping her hand in his own.
She hears his heartbeat (ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum) and realizes that this is the closest that had ever been.
It wasn't enough, she thought as she drew her lips to him.
He drew back at first, (what're you doing?) then returned her invitation.
The rest of the night followed almost ceremoniously, as if it was written in stone what they would do.
The moon was their witness that night.
And their witness when he said goodbye.
She was laying in the bed, on the right side facing the window.
The moon returned her gaze, judging.
The bed titled, a newfound weight adjusting itself beside her. But not touching her.
Just like all those other nights.
Her eyes began to burn, the moon watching, taunting (what're you looking at?).
"You're leaving," she said simply.
"I'm leaving," he replied.
Their voices were drawled, tired.
They could've been easily been speaking about the weather.
The two lonely souls didn't face each other that night.
Caroline shut her eyes, falling into nights sweet slumber.
In the bright morning, Klaus's side of the bed was cold, his presence long gone.
But her cheek was warm, and she touched it with same fingers that touched him, feeling a swell in her chest.
The nights of the two lonely, separated souls are long.
Each reliving memories over and over and over again.
But the moon remembers them.