Written for Klarosummer Bingo 2019 on tumblr. Prompt: Peach Festival

Cover image credit to just-orson on tumblr. Amazing.

It was a beautiful day in the Georgia countryside. The sun was shining. Birds were chirping. Children were playing. Peach blossoms were in the air. Klaus Mikaelson was trying very hard to get his hand up Caroline Forbes' skirt.

"Klaus!" Caroline shouted, smacking his hand away from her thigh as he pressed her up against a peach tree. "My daddy is gonna come around and find you!" she laughed in her southern twang.

Klaus returned his hand to her thigh and continued kissing her neck. "I don't care about your daddy, Caroline. He's busy at the peach festival all the way across town." The peach festival was a big deal in their tiny town of Michaels, Georgia. Population: nobody hot but Caroline. She had just turned 18 a week after he turned 21. She was finally legal… not that that had stopped him before. They started dating when he was a senior and she was a freshman in the town's only school. He was nuts about her.

Caroline tilted her head back and allowed her fiancé to kiss his way up and down her throat. He explored her body like a pirate hunting for lost treasure. She was wearing a short peach skater dress that showed off legs that went on for days. He trailed his fingers up her ribs and down the scoop neckline of her dress. He pulled back from his ministrations to pull at her dress and peek down at her ample breasts.

Caroline laughed her musical laugh, smacking him again. "You'll care when he pulls out his twelve gauge again! You know how he said he'd put a hole in your belly if he caught us foolin' around before the ceremony!" They were due to wed in three days' time. They were young, but it was the norm for their town. Life was simple here: live, love, grow peaches, grow old, die. Klaus had been around peaches since his parents bought an orchard and moved their family from London when he was seven. Since he wasn't anywhere near dying or growing old, he wanted to get to the lovin' part of life.

Klaus nipped at her ear in the spot that made her love him, growling slightly as she moaned against him. "Well if I'm a dead man, all the more reason to enjoy what little time I've got left," he teased in his sexy British accent. He kissed her again and swallowed her laugh as his tongue invaded her mouth. As soon as she tasted his kiss, she forgot all about the shotgun.

She hummed into his mouth and spoke between kisses. "Ok… mmmm…. Maybe…. Mmm. Just… mmm… a few… mmm… minutes," she laughed. All of a sudden, she screamed as he tossed her over his shoulder, smacking her on the butt as he made haste for the barn. Her giggle lit up the air as much as the brightly colored blossoms floating all around the farm. "I lost a shoe!" she shouted, grabbing over his shoulder for the shoe he walked right past.

"We'll get it later, sweetheart," he promised as he lay her down in the hay, unbuttoning the top button of his plaid shirt and kicking off his cowboy boots. "Strip for me, Caroline." She smiled and crinkled her nose at his request. She began to lift her dress up when he stopped her. "Slowly, Caroline," he commanded.

"Mmmm yes sir," she laughed, loving how his eyes flashed at the pet name. She swayed her hips from side to side, dancing for him erotically as she slowly undressed. She moved her hands all over her body as she danced, watching the way he eyed her up and down, his own shirt cast aside. She lifted up her skirt to show him barely there lace panties, but quickly pulled the fabric back down, continuing to tease him. Klaus watched her, a predator staring down his prey. Very slowly, she pulled the dress over her head. Once it was off, she turned and bent down to peel down her panties as he stared at her ass. Finally, she unsnapped her bra and threw it aside. Completely naked, she danced her way down onto his lap.

Klaus flipped her over and attacked her neck with his lips and teeth. He ground his jean clad pelvis into her, making her moan. He moved his hand up between her thighs and stopped just before he got to their apex. He pulled back and smiled down at her. Neither one had ever been with anyone else and they never wanted to. "I love you, Caroline," he whispered, stroking her porcelain skin with the back of his knuckles, his necklaces tickling her bare breasts.

She smiled up at him. Her smile lit his world. "I love you, too. I can't wait to marry you!" she shouted, throwing her arms around him. Klaus nibbled her lip, sucking it between his teeth. He was just moving to pull down his zipper when she sat up and gasped, throwing him off of her.

There at the door of the barn was Bill Forbes holding a peach slipper, his face contorted with rage. "KLAUS MIKAELSON!" he bellowed. Klaus tossed Caroline her dress as he got up and ran like hell out of the barn as fast as his legs would carry him.

As the twin barrels fired a shot in the air, he threw over his bare shoulder, "See you at the altar, sweetheart!"