A/N: Hey there, I've been working on this for a while and I wanted to post the first part to see what the response would be like.

This was just a fun distraction while writing my main fanfiction, Tangled Up in Blue. I've been wanting to write this for a while.

Warning, this two part one-shot will contain graphic depictions of sex. It's sort of "AU." Caroline and Klaus are in New Orleans together as vampire and hybrid.

I need to thank my tumblr wifey and beta, livingdeadblondegirl for editing and lending me her sexy imagination.

Enjoy...


From across the bar, she watched with an amused expression as Klaus endeavoured to seduce their next meal back to their private booth.

She radiated beauty; her silky light brunette hair cascaded down her back, her smile shone and her eyes sparkled. The light pink eyelet summer dress she had on was tiny enough to reveal plenty of her toned skin – thanks to the Louisiana sun – along with her sinfully long legs and her tempting cleavage.

Her fangs had ached at the sight of her, tasting the scent of her blood in the thick warm air of the bar as she had passed them by earlier with a sexy smirk.

"She's the one," she had told Klaus over the loud classic rock music that permeated the venue.

This place hadn't been her first choice to hunt at. She would have much rather preferred one of the hip hop clubs that catered explicitly to the younger tourists – as well as herself – but there was no way she would have ever convinced Klaus set foot in one. He couldn't tolerate the music, nor could he tolerate the preponderance of drunken college kids whose blood was too diluted with liquor to offer him any satisfaction. 'If he wanted alcohol, he would stay at home and drink his prized scotch that was older than the lot of them,' he would say to her.

If they were going to canvass the Quarter for something to eat, Klaus was much more partial to the ambiance of intimate jazz bars and folk cafes.

She, however, had come to prefer the livelier and youthful crowds of the rowdy pubs and dance clubs.

The only reason she had cajoled Klaus into this particular bar was due to the music – which she had come to discover Klaus had a particular penchant for.

She was learning something new about him every day since they had arrived here – she was learning new things about herself as well.

As the brunette had walked by, she realized how much she truly did enjoy being who she was – a vampire who lived for the chase just as much as the taste.

The anticipation of the feed was almost as satiating as the blood itself.

She lived for the excitement and the thrill.

Since arriving in New Orleans, she had begun to embrace who she really was – that darkness inside of her.

She revelled in it; she craved it.

Klaus and the vampires of the Quarter had shown her how.

It had been her turn to choose their meal for that night.

"Excellent choice," Klaus had encouraged her, their eyes both fixed on the girl as she headed for the bar. "She smells delicious," he observed, obviously having picked up on the aroma of her blood as well.

They sat there for a few moments, watching their prey as she laughed with a few of her friends, waiting to order a drink.

Klaus grabbed the compelled attention of one of the waitresses, whispering in her ear three drink orders.

The waitress returned soon after with a cocktail for her, his usual glass of Scotch, and a cooler.

"Let the games begin," he grinned deviously, kissing her discreetly on the cheek before taking his tumbler and the cooler drink in hand as he stood from the booth.

And this is how a typical Friday evening would play out for them; one of them would select their meal and it was up to the other to take the first turn of the game by attempting to lure them back without compulsion. If they failed, it was up to the person who had originally made the selection to succeed. Those were the rules of the game; her rules. No compulsion or force was allowed.

The stakes were higher this way, and it was much more satisfying.

Between them and their natural charms, they had never abandoned the game hungry. They always managed to satiate their appetites.

After, they would escape to the secluded plantation home on the edge of town – she preferred its privacy to the vampire club house in the heart of the Quarter Klaus had called home a century ago – one of them with bragging rights, and the other with a bruised ego, but both hungry for each other.

Their tourist meal would return to whatever hotel or hostel they were staying at, with healed wounds, and memory loss they would attribute to a wild drunken night.

Before her, she was sure Klaus would have thought nothing of having their bodies buried in the Bayou or dropped into the Mississippi, but this was a compromise she needed. As much as she had come to embrace her vampirism, she hadn't completely surrendered what remained of her humanity.

She had followed Klaus with her eyes intently, admiring the way his grey jeans flattered his backside and the way the black t-shirt he was wearing clung to his torso and showed off his broad shoulders and toned arms. It wasn't often that she saw him in a t-shirt, but the Louisiana heat of the summer had forced him to set aside his preference for Henley's. Even for vampires, it had been an excruciatingly hot season.

Indeed, she thought, smirking into her cocktail glass as she thought about the steamy adventures she and Klaus had taken recently.

Among her favourites included sunsets spent in the grassy field behind the plantation underneath the large live oaks. They had almost been caught there by Klaus's siblings and Marcel's vampire lackeys on a couple occasions.

There had also been that discreet public moment in the darkened corners of the vampire feeding frenzy Marcel had planned in the centre of their house in the city.

She blushed further as she thought about the time Klaus had taken her in Marcel's quarters, unbeknownst to him.

With her mind spinning with salacious thoughts of her hybrid lover, a part of her wanted to cut this game short.

She would settle for a blood bag tonight if it meant they could return home sooner so she could have Klaus to herself.

He had been busy this past week, plotting and scheming as he did best, which meant that she had seen little of him.

While she had plenty of things to keep herself occupied, she had missed him nonetheless.

She was the one who had suggested they go out tonight, however, to keep up appearances. Klaus had agreed as he often did with her – knowing it was in his best interest.

As much as she wanted to stay in, she couldn't resist a night out with him either – nor could she resist her hunger for human blood straight from vein.

They would indulge in their game, and then they would spend the rest of the night indulging in one another. Those were her favourite nights.

She had watched with intrigue as Klaus approached the woman confidently.

Her skin burned with excitement as her anticipation grew.

Curious, she focused her hearing across the room.

"Would you like a drink?" Klaus asked smoothly, offering her the bottle.

His accented voice was like velvet, impossible not to be tempted by. She would know, her defences against him had finally collapsed over his innocent request to join him for a drink.

She had been on edge the entire time, torn between wanting to berate him for every horrible thing he had ever done to her and her friends and wanting him to take her to bed and make good on every innuendo that had ever passed between them.

One or the other had been bound to win out, and surely it had been the latter.

She might have been immortal, but she was not immune to his infectious smile, dimples, his flattery, or the promise that hung off every word he spoke to her.

Though that's not to say she hadn't made him work for it. If she had recalled correctly, she had challenged him at every turn and taunted him with a similar game to the one they were currently immersed in – urging him to resist resorting to his compulsion to procure them drinks.

He had challenged her as well – imploring her to step outside of the lines, and so she did. She crossed the line between her and him and hadn't looked back since.

Returning her attention upon her hybrid and the brunette, she noticed him flash her the same dimpled grin he had gave to her countless times as he extended the bottle to her.

Her first instinct was jealousy, but she knew Klaus's efforts were simply a means to their mutual end.

Klaus had often played up his attractiveness to entice their meals.

She could also feel her body giving off a much different reaction: lust. At first she attributed to the prospect of blood, but the heat between her thighs suggested otherwise.

The woman smirked amusedly at him as her giggly friends backed off to give them space. She eyed the drink suspiciously.

"It's sealed," he assured her it had not been tampered with, twisting off the cap and handing it to her.

She relented, accepting the drink appreciatively, clearly grateful she no longer had to wait like the rest of the crowd that had gathered around the bar.

As she took a drink from the bottle, Klaus moved in closer.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" he purred into her ear.

"Megan," she replied coyly.

Megan. The sound of her name rolling off her sweet southern tongue made the hairs on the back of her neck rise with excitement.

He grinned.

"What a lovely name. Megan, you can call me Klaus," he told her, lifting her hand and kissing the back of it.

A dull throb pounded in her core.

Klaus knew that gesture was one of the quickest ways to obtain her forgiveness as well as one of the quickest ways into her bed as of late. Both intentions would often blur into one, as he'd start out by kissing the back of her hand chastely, before turning it into something much more sensual by kissing the inside of her palm and then each finger.

Megan seemed receptive to the action as well, smiling giddily with cherry red cheeks as Klaus brushed his supple lips against her skin.

She imagined he was fighting the urge to let his hybrid features emerge in being so close to the veins in her wrist.

"What brings you to New Orleans?" Klaus inquired as he released her hand.

"A summer road trip with friends," she answered, glancing behind her slightly to place them.

"Your friends have seemed to abandon you, love," he pointed out.

She shrugged with a nervous smile.

Klaus reclaimed her attention by guiding her face back towards him with a gentle touch of his hand against her cheek.

"Your beautiful Southern accent tells me you're not too far from home," he observed.

"I'm from Georgia," she answered, "and your accent tells me the opposite," she added.

"New Orleans is my home," he told her. "I haven't been to Europe in quite some time."

He was being truthful, though he often told her of all the places he would take her to in Europe once New Orleans was firmly in his grasp.

Megan seemed intrigued.

"Perhaps you'd enjoy a tour of the Quarter by a local?" he offered.

She held her breath, awaiting Megan's response to Klaus's first attempt to lure her away from the crowded confines of the bar.

"Now?" Megan hesitated.

"You have to experience it both at night and during the day, love," he said convincingly, his face still dangerously close to hers.

His lips were practically touching her skin. She could feel Megan's arousal from where she sat.

Despite the signals her body was giving off, she was still reluctant, clearly suspicious of Klaus's intentions.

"I don't know," she vacillated. "I shouldn't leave my friends."

Klaus was losing her. While her aching gums wanted him to succeed, she also wanted the chance to persuade the girl herself.

"Then perhaps you would like to join us for another drink instead?" he proposed, nodding his head across the bar in her direction.

She bit her lip anxiously, surprised that Klaus had decided to try this tactic. They never usually conveyed that they were together to their target until they were both drinking from their necks by the end of the night.

Megan locked curious eyes with her and she did her best to maintain her composure, giving her a small wave of her hand as she sipped from her drink.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Megan asked.

"Something like that. She fancies herself as my Queen," he told Megan, staring in her direction the entire time.

Megan smiled.

A rush of heat flooded her body.

"Isn't she stunning?" he asked Megan, his mouth fanning against her ear as he trailed his hand lightly up her arm.

She had to pretend like she couldn't hear what Klaus was telling her and resist the urge to break into an embarrassed grin.

Megan swallowed nervously, clearly conflicted about how to respond to Klaus's suggestive remarks.

"She's beautiful," Megan agreed. "I...uh..." she began to stammer.

Her stomach tied itself into excited knots as her centre pulsed with want.

"She also thinks you're breathtaking," Klaus revealed to the unsuspecting young woman. "We both do," he added.

"Why didn't she come talk to me herself?" Megan said, flirting back, intrigued by their mutual interest in her.

Klaus chuckled.

"Caroline can be shy...at first," he told her.

"Caroline..." Megan said under her breath.

"She would love to have a drink of – with you, sweetheart," Klaus encouraged, quickly recovering from his near slip of the tongue. "Join us?"

Megan's eyes drifted from her to Klaus in contemplation.

"Just a drink?" she asked him cautiously.

"Whatever you want, love," Klaus insisted.

Megan was on the verge of accepting Klaus's invitation, she could sense it, but her friends intervened before she could acquiesce to Klaus's request.

"Megan! Come dance with us! This is our song!" one of her blonde friends squealed, tugging on her forearm.

Klaus was holding back his rage as Megan cast an apologetic look in his direction before submitting to her friend's demand.

She sighed disappointedly, though still eager for her attempt, as Klaus stalked back to their booth.

"I tried," Klaus said with a bitter and defeated tone

He hated losing to her. He hated losing to anyone.

Pulling him by the shirt, she kissed him hungrily.

Her lips teased his while his hand trailed up her bare leg to the hem of her jean shorts.

It was all she could do to stop herself from straddling him right there in the bar.

She broke the kiss, Klaus's lips now stained in the pink lip gloss she was wearing.

He was staring at her with fire and lust in his eyes, sensing just how aroused she truly was by what she had just witnessed.

"My turn," she grinned playfully, pushing him back.

She stood up confidently and searched the crowd of bodies dancing for the woman.

When she spotted Megan dancing by herself – her friends dancing close by – she smiled widely.

"Watch and learn," she instructed, glancing over her shoulder at Klaus.

He rolled his eyes, but nodded nevertheless, extending his hand towards the crowd, encouraging her to try her luck.


Reclining against the seat, he watched with intrigue as Caroline moved towards the intimate crowd gathered in the centre of the bar dancing amongst one another.

She had an air of confidence about her, one that seemed to grow stronger each day she learned to embrace her vampirism.

It endeared him to her more.

Though, at the moment, he was presently occupied by the sway of her hips as she strode towards their victim.

Dressed for the humid night and the low key atmosphere of the bar, she still radiated beauty. While he appreciated her in the many dresses she had procured for herself during their time in New York and from the local shops of New Orleans, he sometimes preferred her casual and unkempt like this.

Her jean shorts were...short, accentuating her lovely legs. The black bra she was wearing was visible through the loose-fitting white tank top, and her unruly golden hair was tamed in a ponytail.

He licked his lips instinctively, contemplating the fun they would have later as the fresh human blood flowed through their veins.

It depended on what kind of mood she would be in. Sometimes she had an exhibitionist streak in her, and other times she could be more inhibited.

If she was still feeling bold, perhaps they would take would take an evening stroll through Lafayette Cemetery on the way home and desecrate a Devereux resting place.

If she was feeling timid, a late night swim in the pool back at the plantation would more than suffice; one of the few places they had yet to take advantage of, surprisingly.

He continued to watch intently as Caroline parted the crowd as though she owned the place, the spotlight pouring over her.

Megan was dancing alone, but with her group of friends at her side.

He took a quick sip of his drink as Caroline approached her.

When Megan noticed her, a small smile played on her lips.

"Caroline," he heard her greet, as she glanced over Caroline's shoulder at him.

He tipped his glass towards her.

"I couldn't help but notice how much fun you're having," Caroline said to her over the music. "Klaus loathes dancing to this music," she informed Megan, glancing at him briefly from over her shoulder. "Do you think I could join you?"

Megan laughed amusedly as she nodded, bringing Caroline into her circle of friends.

The girls danced side by side for the remainder of the song, his eyes glued to Caroline's body swaying suggestively to the music. He certainly was not one for modern dancing, but he had come to appreciate the ways it inspired Caroline to move her body. It was hypnotic and he was sure he could watch her dance for hours.

A new song began and that's when Caroline made her next bold, but innocent move. Turning to face Megan, she draped her arms lazily around her neck and began to dance with her.

Megan moved with approval, resting her hands on Caroline's hips.

"Your boyfriend said you were shy," Megan giggled, clearly buzzed from the alcohol starting to take its effect on her system.

He tensed at the suggestive tone of Megan's voice.

"At first," Caroline smirked, "only around pretty girls."

His jaw went slack and Caroline's very obvious flirtation.

The mood suddenly shifted, and he could sense Caroline's thirst for blood being outweighed by a different kind of craving, a sexual hunger.

Judging by the strain in his pants, he had experienced the shift himself – though the line between blood lust and sexual arousal could often be easily blurred.

Megan blushed, an anxious laugh escaping her lips.

He couldn't help but notice Megan's hands slide up underneath Caroline's tank top so that she was touching the bare skin of Caroline's waist.

"Are you modest?" Caroline probed, one of her hands brushing over Megan's shoulder, while the other played with Megan's hair.

"Only around other pretty girls," Megan flirted back, inching her body closer to Caroline's.

Caroline was blushing at her obvious advances.

Her rosy cheeks and the desire he could feel emanating from her body told him that this was no longer part of the game. Caroline was no longer acting.

His jealous impulse told him to rip this human's head from clear from her neck for overstepping, but other baser impulses kept him in his seat, eyes fixed upon the two young women, his jeans growing tighter by the second.

They were laughing innocently, but their body language was anything but. Mere centimeters separated their mouths and their torsos. Caroline's manicured nails were drawing light circles on the back of Megan's neck, while Megan's hands wandered over the small of Caroline's back, daring to move lower. Their legs were entwined so that each time they swayed their bodies rubbed against the other in the most intimate of ways.

This torture continued for a few more moments, before Megan turned her body, pressing her back to Caroline's front.

Megan took Caroline's hands and placed them on her torso while she lifted one of her own behind her to curl around Caroline's neck.

He could tell by the unsure way that Caroline moved her hands over Megan's front that she was nervous; obviously she had never crossed that line with Bonnie or Elena.

But as their bodies rocked against each other's some more, Caroline's hands became more adventurous, outlining the swell of Megan's breasts, descending down her ribcage, and falling upon her skirt covered thighs.

Caroline's lustful eyes lifted then to meet his and he thought he caught a glimpse of her darkened vampire features emerge. Her eyes darkened into a beautiful black and red as her lips moved dangerously close to Megan's carotid artery. He imagined her sinking her sleek fangs into her neck right there for everyone to see, so consumed by the taste, oblivious to the chaos erupting around her as a result.

A small groan escaped his lips as he sat mesmerised, watching her watch him as she rolled her hips in sync with Megan's.

Their arousal was suffocating and his thirst for blood and release were overwhelming.

He was on the verge of breaking her rule about compulsion any second if Caroline didn't make a final move to seduce Megan out of the bar.


Her gums were aching and her core was throbbing as Megan's body writhed against hers to the music.

All that separated her from the blood rushing through Megan's veins was a thin layer of skin she could easily pierce with her fangs.

All that separated her body from Megan's were the thin layers of clothing they were both wearing – which she could easily tear off with her hands.

Her mind was consumed by the sound of Megan's heartbeat and salacious thoughts.

Megan tipped her head back, resting it against her shoulder. Her hand was raised behind her, drawing sharp lines of seduction into her skin.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious and unsure, she ran her trembling hands over Megan's hips slowly. She had never touched a woman's body like this before, except for her own.

Using that as a reference, she framed Megan's sides with her palms and lifted them curiously over the hard plains of her ribcage and then to the swell of her breasts.

Resisting the urge to fondle them openly on the dance floor, she lowered her hands once more, descending below Megan's hips and onto her upper thighs, covered by the skirt of her dress.

She thought about how easy it would be to lift the material and slip her hands underneath. She wanted to feel her skin and the yearning between her thighs.

The air was thick with her overwhelming scent; her blood smelled like cherries, and her arousal like honeysuckle.

So consumed by her, she had nearly forgotten about the hybrid she had firmly told to 'watch and learn.'

Searching through the crowd, she had a clear sight line to their booth.

His amber eyes were searing into hers from where he was sitting.

She trembled.

At first glance, she nearly mistook his look for anger – anyone would have – but a second take caused a shiver to rush down her spine.

He was anything but angry.

The look on his face was one of hunger, hunger for blood, and desire for her. She had encountered that look more times than she could count.

It often resulted in her pinned up against the nearest wall or splayed out over the closest piece of furniture with him sheathed inside of her. By the end of it she'd be breathless but utterly sated. He was the only one who could build her up and bring her down so quickly, and so effortlessly.

She held his gaze and that infamous look it possessed; her knees grew weak with the promise it held.

Yes, he was in that particular mood, she concluded. The wolf, the vampire, and the man inside of him would ravish her tonight, and she didn't want it any other way. She had tamed his beast and made him submit to her plenty of times, and as much as it turned her on to see him on his knees for her, she enjoyed it most when the monster in him came out to play.

Judging by the intensity of his stare, she didn't even think they would make it back to the plantation after they fed.

She foresaw them paying Marcel and the other vampires an impromptu visit at the house in town, demanding a vacant room to indulge in each other. Klaus would kill anyone who protested or stood in his way. Hell, she would probably beat him to it.

Though the more she thought about it, the more excited she got at the prospect of Klaus taking her for all the French Quarter vampires to see; she wanted to show all those pathetic female vampires vying for Klaus's attentions since they had arrived, that his attentions were strictly reserved for her.

Biting her lip, she imagined staring out over the Quarter as Klaus took her discreetly from behind, disregarding all those below – human and vampire alike - who might be watching.

His bloodlust and arousal were making him impatient.

She could feel it, but she disregarded it.

He could wait.

At the moment, she was very much occupied by the brunette's body rolling against hers.

As much as she craved her blood, she was in no rush to leave and end the exciting feelings Megan was stirring inside her body as they danced.

She flinched as Megan's free hand urged her hand upwards, hiking up the skirt of her dress a little higher, allowing her to touch the soft skin of her thigh.

Megan whimpered under her breath, bucking her backside against her front a little more enthusiastically.

She groaned in response, the almost painful ache between her legs becoming too much.

"I think your boyfriend is jealous," Megan laughed, pausing when she ran her hand over the one still drawing circles on her thigh. "Or maybe I should be calling him your fiancé?" She wondered.

Megan had noticed the ring on her finger.

"We're not engaged," she smirked, musing at the thought of Klaus even considering marriage. "The ring has sentimental value," she explained, knowing Megan would never believe the real story behind the ring and the immortality it held for her.

"Well, he's an idiot for not putting a ring on that finger of yours," she joked. "No wonder he's jealous."

"I don't think he's jealous," she smirked.

"So he likes what he sees then? His gorgeous girlfriend pressed up against another woman, seducing her...being seduced?" she teased.

"We're just dancing," she said with an innocent smirk.

"Of course," Megan nodded, an amused smile forming on her lips.

She had a beautiful smile.

"My bets are on the latter, though," she whispered into Megan's ear.

Her mind was growing hazier by the second as her need for blood and sexual relief grew stronger.

As the song they were dancing to drew to a close, her eyes darted for a back exit.

"I need to grab some air," she said to Megan. "Come with me?" she offered anxiously, knowing that the game she and Klaus were playing hinged on the answer to this question.

"Sure," Megan agreed quickly.

She flashed Klaus a victorious smirk.

Grabbing Megan's hand, she led her through the crowd, in the opposite direction of Klaus, for one of the back exits by the washrooms.


Ignoring the bouncer who warned them that exiting at the back was not permitted and they would not be allowed re-entry if they left, she kicked the metal door open, she and Megan stumbling over the step and out into the small alley behind the building.

She sucked in a long breath, riding her senses of the stench of liquor, sex, and sweat.

While the humid night air was arguably not much of an improvement, the scent of rain and Cajun food that hung in the air was preferable.

And with Megan being the only human in proximity, she could now take in her intoxicating scent uncorrupted.

She revelled in it, inhaling her blood and sexual desire.

The vampire inside of her was threatening to be unleashed. She couldn't resist any longer.

"Do you smoke?" she heard Megan ask from behind her.

The heel of her sandal complained against the pavement as she spun around, pinning Megan up against the brick wall.

Before her fangs could drop or her eyes could swell black and red, she felt Megan reversing their positions so that it was she who was now pressed against the damp brick.

Ready to reach out and grab her by the neck, assuming her to be an unsuspected threat, her efforts were thwarted when Megan crashed her soft plump lips against her own.

Her eyes widened in surprise, her lips parted but remained still at first as Megan brushed hers over them.

She had never been kissed by a woman before; she had never even had the opportunity; and anyways, she had always presumed she was straight. She was strictly attracted to men only.

Her light head and the tingle of excitement stirring in the pit of her stomach said otherwise, however.

The uncertainty she felt was compounded by the fact that she was in a relationship with Klaus, and while they had never discussed the nature of their relationship in any great detail or definitive way, there was, at the very least, a presumption of monogamy.

Regardless of how heavenly her apple flavoured lips tasted, this wasn't right.

While she and Klaus agreed to use whatever means necessary to lure in a meal – including seduction – physical intimacies were a boundary line...a boundary line she was clearly overstepping as she began to respond to Megan's kiss.

She parted the kiss again before she could be too consumed by it, still unsure about what it meant and knowing it was wrong to cross the line.

Megan, however, took that as tacit approval to trail her lips onto her neck, kissing and sucking lightly on the tender skin as her hands held her hips in place.

Tipping her head back, she gasped for air as Megan's lips dipped over her collar bone.

Her chest was heaving, and the only sound that could be heard was her constrained breathing.

That was until she heard him.

Megan hadn't noticed, too preoccupied by her cleavage poking out over the low cut tank top.

She wouldn't have heard him anyways, Klaus was stealthier than that – the perks of being a hybrid.

But she had learned to pick up on his presence even when he was trying to be discreet. She could sense him at the end of the alley, watching.

Sure enough, when she dropped her head to the side to look in his direction, she saw him standing there underneath the light pouring into the alley from a nearby streetlight.

He was clearly surprised to see her pinned against the wall by the human female as her lips and hands explored her body while she was at her mercy. Likely, he had expected Megan to be the one pinned against the wall while her fangs were sunk deeply into her neck.

Her body tensed anxiously as their eyes made contact.

She wove her hand into Megan's hair, and gripped one of her hips to stop her from continuing.

This seemed to rouse Megan's suspicions, who lifted her head to determine what the issue was.

"Sorry, I like to bite," Megan apologized, assuming that she had overstepped in that regard.

She shook her head and Megan noticed her diverted attention to Klaus, who was still standing at a distance, staring without a word.

"We have an audience," Megan giggled, kissing her cheek and the corner of her mouth. "Does he like to watch?" she asked, her hand tucking some of her blonde hair behind her ear. "I think he does. Maybe he'd even like to join us?" she suggested.

Her centre gushed, drenching her panties, as Megan filled her mind with dirty thoughts. The idea of Klaus watching her with another woman or joining the two of them was unbelievably exciting, but she wasn't sure how Klaus felt about it.

She had her answer when she focused back on Klaus.

The fact that he hadn't ripped Megan's head from her body the moment he came across them was a good sign.

Another sign still was the bright gold hue of his eyes, rather than a dark amber or copper. His eyes shone bright when he was aroused; they darkened when he was angry or filled with blood lust.

At the moment, his thirst for blood seemed to be overpowered by his sexual hunger.

A better sign still was the scent of his pre-cum dripping from what she imagined was his very hard cock hidden inside his pants.

Taking this as his approval she turned back to Megan, meeting her lips slowly, tempting both her and Klaus with a few chaste kisses.

She stopped to give another glance in Klaus's direction; he was still staring at the two of them intently, so she brushed her lips against Megan's once more.

Megan quickly deepened the kiss, her tongue massaging hers playfully.

Within a few moments, she had overcome her apprehension, and they begun kissing more intensely.

The fact that Klaus was there watching, made it even more thrilling.

Megan curled her fingers through the belt loops of her shorts, pulling her closer. Megan's thigh was pressed torturously between her legs.

She moved her hips against Megan's thigh desperate for any friction. Megan's body moved similarly against her own bare thigh, and because Megan was wearing a dress, she could feel the dampness between her legs as her silky underwear caressed her skin.

Unable to resist, she allowed her hands to descend over Megan's covered ass, bunching the skirt of her dress up slightly so she could explore the bare backs of her thighs and the roundness of her bottom as the material of her skirt shielded what her hands were up.

Her mind was racing with salacious thoughts, surprising thoughts that she had never experienced before, like how all she wanted to do was drop to her knees and bury her face between Megan's thighs.

Megan's lips returned to her chest, her hands cupping her breasts through her shirt.

She bit her lip to suppress a groan daring to escape as her nipples stirred at the faint stimulation through her bra.

The throb between her legs was pounding like a drum. She needed more.


He nearly let out a moan himself as Megan's thumbs teased Caroline's breasts through her shirt

There was something so hypnotic about the two. He was frozen in place, his eyes fixed upon the sight of them exploring each other's bodies in front of him.

Megan seemed to have experience with women, Caroline did not.

He could tell she was nervous by the hesitation in her soft whimpers and the slow and careful way she let her hands touch Megan. He cursed the fact that they were hidden from his view underneath the cover of Megan's dress; he wanted to watch as Caroline's hands appreciated the female form.

As they began to exchange more kisses, their lips and tongues taunting each other, his cock began to ache.

His excitement was only rivalled by theirs. He could smell it in the air.

By the desperate way they were grinding their bodies against each other, he knew they were eager for more.

That became even more apparent when Caroline reversed their positions, pushing Megan up against the wall. She always ended up taking control when his teasing became too much. It didn't seem to be any different with Megan.

Caroline's hands moved frantically over Megan's front, pushing the straps of her dress of her shoulders allowing her mouth to kiss along her shoulder unobstructed.

"Mmm," Megan giggled as her hands griped Caroline's ass through her shorts. "You have the cutest ass," she admired.

He smirked, agreeing with her completely.

"So do you," Caroline murmured against her collar bone, as she pulled the top of her dress down slightly to kiss her cleavage.

They were both gasping for breath as their bodies continued to writhe against each other's.

Megan's eyes were closed, which he concluded was a good thing the second Caroline's own eyes began to darken.

Caroline's control was slipping but he wasn't sure whether that meant she was about to dip her fangs into Megan's breast, or whether she was on the verge of coming from this relatively tame alleyway foreplay.

Not wanting Caroline to blow her cover lest Megan decide to open her eyes and see his queen in her true vampire nature, scaring her off before this evening could even begin, he sped behind Caroline, offering her a distraction to quell her vampire urges.

He pulled her back against him, her body curving perfectly into his.

Megan opened her eyes at the loss of contact.

Both she and Caroline were still breathing heavily from their embrace

Megan watched him curiously as he kissed up Caroline's slender neck.

"I know we don't usually take our meals to go, love," he said lowly into Caroline's ear so Megan wouldn't hear him. "But perhaps tonight you would like to make an exception? You could eat in...and play with your food a little?"

He could feel her body respond to his suggestive innuendos.

Caroline looked to Megan and then cocked her head to the side to look at him behind her, knowing what he was implying, unsure if he meant it or not.

"I...I...uh," Caroline began to stammer.

He knew she wanted Megan, and he wanted to fulfill her desires. She was only acting coy because she didn't know if he was being sincere or not.

"What about you?" she murmured.

"What about me? This is about what you want, sweetheart," he reminded her. "I don't even have to be in the room – although missing out on the sight of you with her would be torturous," he admitted. "Do you want her?" he pressed, trailing a hand over her stomach, kissing her neck again.

"I do," Caroline confessed, swallowing thickly as she stared at Megan. "I want you there, too. I want you to watch us...maybe more," she continued anxiously.

He smirked at her revelation. He forgot sometimes just how truly innocent she still was. Though a beautiful monster lingered just beneath her pure skin, she was also still an anxious young woman, coming into her own, exploring her sexuality, learning to express her desires.

"I won't do anything you aren't comfortable with, love," he assured her. "You don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

"Okay," she breathed, feeling more relaxed.

"Why don't you invite her back to the plantation then," he encouraged her, wanting it to be Caroline who asked, not him.

Caroline nodded, clearly still anxious about what Megan's response would be.

"Would you like to come back to our place for a drink?" Caroline asked her.

Megan smiled brightly and stepped towards them.

She kissed Caroline on the lips gently.

"I thought you'd never ask."


A/N: Do you want more? Ask and you shall receive. First, I'm curious to know what you think...