Hello,
As halfway promised, this is a continuation of one of the chapters in a previous story, Sunlight, but while it is advisable that you read it since I may post more 'deleted scenes' from there, you could also read them as slightly M rated drabbles :)
See you at the end.

SMUT WARNING!

Oh, and don't be silly, of course I do not own The Vampire Diaries, or it would just be about these two all the time in their lovely gorgeousness! (LIKE 4x07 O MY THE FEELS)

Klaus kissed her, first softly, tentatively, then pressing harder as he knew that she wouldn't go, that she was here to stay and so was he. She clung to him like her very existence depended on it, like she needed to find a way to tether her soul to his through pushes and pulls of their lips.

"Caroline," Klaus grated from the back of his throat, smoothing her hair back from her face, needing to see the agreement for certain in her eyes.

"Yes, Niklaus," Caroline sighed, nodding,

"Are you sure? Because you need to know that if you mean it, love, I'm not sure I'll be able to let you go easily after tonight." His eyes were filled with the purest feeling she had ever seen, something that could not be labeled to one emotion alone. She nodded again, unable to express words to someone who looked at her like that, like no one else ever had, a cross between amazement, adoration and fear that she would suddenly vanish without a trace from between his two arms.

"Sweetheart," Klaus hummed, his lips hungry and demanding now, and she readily gave in.

He kissed her slowly, passionately, cupping her face so carefully, and it made her burn to the core, but she couldn't handle it. She tugged at the lapels of his jacket, pressing him closer, smoothing her hands over his pristine white shirt. His hands glided down her neck, her shoulders, brushing past her arms to graze down her ribs, eliciting shivers.

Caroline moved them almost blindly, too caught up in the feeling of his mouth on hers and his hands on her skin to pay attention to where they were going. Klaus made her task easier by sliding his hands under her thighs and lifting her to rest against his hips, carrying them into the apartment and through to the bedroom that she had been aiming for.

She had enough sense of mind still to let her shoes drop from her interlocked feet as they passed by the doorway, a soft thump meeting their ears as they fell to the carpet. He set her down on the bed, and she didn't let him leave any distance between them, pulling him down with her as she lay back. Their bodies pressed tightly together, moving in sync with equal pleasure and frustration as their clothes hindered their movements.

"That's the downside, love, you have to allow some space to take off clothes." Klaus murmured into her neck as she grappled with the buttons of his shirt with one hand while lifting it to reveal his torso with the other, all the while keeping him as close as possible.

"We should have thought about that beforehand, and gone to dinner naked." She chuckled into his hair, and he purred his approval against her pulse point, making her arch breathlessly against him. Her hands scrambled to pull his suit jacket and shirt off him in one go, and he managed to pull back slightly and shrug off the garments easily before she sat up to work on the buckle of his pants.

"Easy there, sweetheart, we haven't even started on your dress." Klaus said huskily, his hands gliding over the back of her dress to find the zipper as he simultaneously stepped out of his shoes.

Caroline kissed her way up his neck and traced her tongue around the outside of his ear. "You realize that we would already be skin against skin right now if you stopped spending so much time talking." She whispered.

Klaus had the audacity to grin. "This is what I need to teach you. Its not a race to see who can get naked first. You'll soon find out the pleasure of simply undressing together slowly." He smoothed her dress straps down her arms, letting the silk material whisper over her skin as he continued, stepping away from her to pull it over her hips and let it drop to the floor beneath her feet.

Caroline felt a blush rise to her cheeks as his eyes took in all of her body, her red lace lingerie and the smooth planes of skin that the dress had hidden. His eyes were so darkly bright, his lips red as he ran his tongue across them. He looked like he could ravish her. That was something new for Caroline. She had never been looked at like that. Damon had looked at her like she was a tall glass of water. Matt had never come this far with her. Tyler never took in her full form with his eyes, using his hands to convey his enthusiasm for her body.

Klaus was different. She felt him looking at her in a way that made her body, mind and soul feel beautiful, like he was taking her in on every level and he was both pleased and excited by what he saw.

It was completely overwhelming.

And then there was the matter of his own body. Klaus had a handsome face and charm enough to drop any womans panties, even if he did know it enough to be smug about it. It didn't help that he had also been blessed with a striking body too, all muscle and sinew and long limbs and leanness. And something that was trying very hard to break the confines of his pants.

Caroline pulled him back down to her, rolling them so she could straddle his waist and grind against him, prolonging his torment as well as hers. Klaus groaned into her mouth, sucking on her bottom lip with tender bites, and she rocked against him, knowing they were right to take their time but she wasn't certain she could handle anymore waiting, their hips pressed together with such a heat between them.

"Nik…I want…" She panted, and he responded with careful hands, artfully unhooking her bra and letting it slip from her shoulders before dropping to the floor. Caroline pressed her chest to his, self-conscious and wanting full contact with him. His stomach muscles contracted underneath her touch, and he flipped them swiftly again so she was lying beneath him, her hair spread out like a magnificent halo, eyes closed in bliss as his clever fingers stroked patterns across her limbs and delved between her breasts. Her own fingers found their way to his pants again, brushing against his manhood before pressing her hand more firmly against it, earning a sharp intake of breath from Klaus. She worked on his belt again, and this time he let her, watching as she went through the buckle, then the button, then the zipper, pausing for a second before tugging his pants off and raising her now midnight blue eyes to meet his again.

Klaus kissed her like he couldn't believe his good fortune that an angel had fallen into bed with him, like he wanted to drink her in, like he would never let her go. Caroline kissed him back with all of her pent up passion and attraction and desire that coursed through her body.

She bucked against him when she felt his hand graze along her inner thighs, back and forth, teasing and tempting around the edge of her panties. Finally he hooked his fingers around the sides of the red lace, pulling the garment off and over her legs.

Lying with her legs either side of the now very naked, very sexy, very divine Niklaus Mikaelson, Caroline felt completely stripped bare, wanting to cover herself for modesty. But Klaus' gaze burned every inch of her skin as he traced a finger from her hipbone up to her leaping pulse point.

"You are a genuine beauty, Miss Forbes." He said in a throaty, low, lovers voice. It made her simultaneously blush and crane up to press a searing kiss to his lips, and they fell back in bed together, welcome to become entangled.

He eagerly trailed his mouth down her body, working miracles against her sensitive skin with his teeth, tongue and lips. She thought it couldn't get any better until his hands came into play, one grabbing her wrists to pin them above her head, the other tracing intricate patterns tauntingly slowly across every rib and every inch of her waist and then across her thigh and then her inner thigh and then –

Ohhh

Caroline wasn't certain whether it was a sound that she expressed or a sound that she felt through her body, but she certainly could identify it as an ohhh. Her hips bucked up against his hand, and Klaus chuckled.

"Patience, love."

She would have responded with some snarky comment, but she was a little preoccupied with the warm feeling spreading over her body at his touch, tracing circular patterns in ways that made her dizzy. He waited till she had settled slightly, content with the feeling building up inside her, and then inserted one finger slowly. They both cussed.

"Caroline," Klaus said like a prayer and a curse.

"Don't stop." Caroline squirmed, and he did as she asked, teasing her body mercilessly, playing her like she was the taunt strings of a violin. His thumb went to stroke circles while a second finger joined to continue his artists patterns inside her. His mouth crept back along her skin, nipping her neck and sucking at her pulse point hard enough to bring a delicious lovers bite blossoming onto her skin. It was the tipping point for her, as she cried out and jolted against him with spasms of electricity coursing through her.

"That – wow – Nik – " Caroline panted, eyes fluttering.

Klaus smirked. "We're only just getting started, sweetheart."

"Clearly," She smiled, watching with lidded eyes as he sat back and licked her clean from his fingers, all the while scorching her with the heat of his gaze. She found herself turned on at just how he seemed to want the taste of her, how he enjoyed it. The few times any other guy had indulged in her like that they had made it seem more like a chore. Klaus…he made her seem wanted and needed in every sense, and that was such an unbelievably sexy thing.

Caroline raised her arms to welcome him, slipping her legs between his in a seductive manner. He easily climbed his way back up her body, trailing his tongue lightly up the plane of her stomach and tasting the beads of sweat that had collected between her breasts.

"Have I exhausted you, love?" He murmured against her lips.

"Not even close." She giggled, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her laughter was cut off as he slid easily into her, filling her to the hilt. He watched her face as she gasped and bit her lip, her eyes closing and the most beautiful expression blooming on her face. He pulled out and repeated the action even slower, amazed at the reactions he was receiving from her. He could forever attempt to recreate her beautiful expressions on paper, but he knew they would not do the subject justice.

"Look at me." He crooned, and her midnight blue eyes flashed open to lock onto his, and he was complete. Perfection. The very essence that gave her the light he was so drawn to was pouring into his soul, lighting both of them till they were glowing stars locked together in a supernova.

He started to move, supporting his weight with his forearms either side of her, his thrusts long and powerful and rocking her to her very core, eliciting moans and murmurs of pleasure. She in turn latched onto him like he was a lifejacket in the oceans of pure bliss that were threatening to crash onto her, hands coursing up his shoulders and fingers curling through the curls at the nape of his neck. Their eyes were trapped in each others, blue on blue, sea to sky, and every shade in between forever tinged with the undeniable connection building between the two of them.

She wanted to look away. She felt like she couldn't contain such an emotion that was flowing between the two of them, felt like she couldn't handle such things while every nerve in her body was on fire and crying for him. But at the same time, she could never bear to lose such a connection with him. She craved it, she needed it, and while she was not ready for the wave of emotion that towered over her, she knew she would welcome it and enjoy it and savor it and eventually need it.

And then it crashed down on her.

"Nik…" Caroline cried out, pleading and thanking all in the same breathless moan.

He growled her name, her high becoming his as he joined her in bliss. They panted, their eyes still on each others, lust fading and a newer happier emotion brightening the blue shades.

Klaus suddenly brushed his hands along Caroline's ribs, eliciting giggles and sighs all in the one short breath. He chuckled ever so softly along with her shifting till he rolled onto his back beside her.

"Wow,"

"That was the understatement of the millennia, my dear." Klaus chuckled. "You are absolutely glorious. Venus incarnate." He swirled a finger through one of her sunshine curls. "Perfection."

"Thank you," She blushed, suddenly uncertain, but shaking it off. "You got it wrong, though. You are perfect. Not me."

"Well we have plenty of time to perfect many things, love." He grinned, tracing his hands along her delicate collarbone, but making no further move. Caroline could already feel the need she had just sated starting to grow again already with his words and his touch and his unbelievable accent.

"Lets start, then, shall we?" She murmured, sitting up and brushing a kiss along his stubbled jaw.

"Already?" He chuckled, surprised.

"What, you don't want to?" She asked.

"Of course I do, love." He tutted, smoothing his calloused hands over her thighs and pulling her towards him. "I just hadn't ever met anyone who could not only keep up with my appetite, but match it too."

"Well prepare to be amazed." Caroline smiled, flicking one leg over to straddle him, and he lost all the breath in his lungs to just see her poised over him like that, the dim Parisian light from the street framing her so she looked like something ethereal and otherworldly.

And then he was in her, and he had no more room in his mind for such poetic, romantic thoughts. All he had was feelings, feelings translating into every language he knew and emotions replacing the words he didn't know or couldn't even think yet.

Yes, Si, Oui, Ja, more, di più, mehr, plus, please, bitte, s'il vous plait, por favor, God, Dio, Dieu, Gott, beautiful, belle, schön, bellissima…

Every word came to mind as her rhythmic rocking progressed, each word spurred on into sound with her throaty moans. Klaus realized their fingers were interlinked, his elbows on the bed, propping her up and giving her support. He let his arms drop, keeping their hands locked together, and she crashed forward onto his lips and chest, keeping her rhythm, but locking them together in an even more intimate way. His words were swallowed by her and her moans made their way through his mouth to his chest, lodging there with a muscle that had long been dormant and felt as if it were about to burst.

Yes. This was perfection. This was them. Perfection at its finest.

They fell over the precipice together, a tangle of limbs and sounds and emotions, a burst of the sweetest feeling.

Perfection.

*runs and hides* I'm always embarrassed about writing smut, so if you liked it, I would appreciate a review. And if you didn't like it, I'd also appreciate a review. Only one way to improve, you know. :)
xx