Title: SCANDALOUS SEX
Synopsis: Klaus and Caroline met in the forest, and Klaus asks Caroline for honesty in exchange for leaving Katherine die in peace ... Without words will they show their feelings?
Disclaimer: The rights of the characters are not mine, they belong to the CW.
Authors note: I couldn't help but write this when I saw the episode "500 Years of Solitude." I get a little angry with how the producers are capable of showing us bed scenes with Elena‑Stefan, Elena‑Damon, Bonnie‑Jeremy, Jeremy‑Anna, Vicky‑Jeremy, Stefan‑Katherine, Damon‑Katherine, Katherine‑Mason, Klaus-Haley (hate that), etc.. etc., but we were deprived of this and left with just seeing them kiss! So here is my version of what happened in the woods. Hope you like it... I read a fic written by Kjsama that has Klaus POV so I will take some quotes from there and improve my own Caroline POV version.
Rated: M (Explicit Language)
Chapter 1 Is it love?
Everyone was having "scandalous sex" (Stefan with Katherine, Bonnie with Jeremy, Elena with Damon even Matt spent the summer with Rebecca traveling around and having sex even with Katherine's daughter Nadia). But not me. Not yet. At least not with whom I was thinking of having scandalous sex with. No! I had to get those thoughts out of my mind! What am I thinking? I couldn't think of HIM. Tyler and I broke up, and I had been a little shattered about it.
I was in the woods looking for Matt, whom Nadia had locked in the safe box until:
"Hello, Caroline," He said, smiling with his dimples and his seductive, irresistible, English accent that melted me ... but I shook that out of my head.
"Klaus," I mutter. I was really surprised. "Sorry. Matt's buried alive. No time to chat" I said next coldly and ran at vampire speed to get away from there.
He chased me after me. When he reached me he wondered aloud: "You're not even the least bit curious as to why I'm here?"
"I literally just whooshed at the sight of your face, so no," I said, annoyed.
Serenely, he told me: "Damon told me that Katerina Petrova has taken a tragic turn."
"So you're here to gloat at her corpse to be, to delight in the closure of five hundred years of revenge! Great! Now I'm even less interested." I can't stand him but I liked him, so before succumbed to the former, I ran away at vampire speed.
He chased me again to add: "Well then perhaps you'd be more interested in talking about Tyler."
"Is he…Did you…" Okay. You got my attention.
"No," He said, apparently surprised as if thinking that how could I believe him capable of hurting me through killing Tyler. "I sent him off with little more than a bruised ego. He really does hate me, poor lad. Revenge. It eats at him… I hear you two broke up," He added with half a smile.
"Because I made him choose: Me or his stupid revenge fantasy. He chose wrong. So I suggest that you learn from his mistakes and let Katherine die in peace. Dying sucks enough as it is. No need to rub anyone's nose in it," I said, judgmentally and ran again.
This time, he takes longer to reach me.
"Matt! Matt!" I sharpen my hearing to try to hear if Matt screamed.
"Would you give me the same choice?"
"What?" I respond, stuttering slightly.
"Were I to abandon my revenge against Katerina, would you offer me the same choice as Tyler?"
"I… I don't know what you mean," I muttered in an innocent way, moving away from him slowly.
"Yes, you do," he said as he turned to approach me with his damn seductive smile.
"You…You can't do this to me," I stuttered nervously. "You can't just show up and distract me while my friend is in danger," I add, regaining composure.
"You know, while you've been vamping off in all the wrong directions, I heard Matt's distant and desperate screams."
"Where?"
"Don't worry, luv. I got it covered. Trust me. He'll be quite happy with his rescuer," He said with a smile.
We began walking through the woods, talking about nothing important.
"So the quarterback has been saved. What now?" He said suddenly.
"Don't you have a dying girl to go punish for all of her sins?" I ask changing subjects.
"I do, but I won't, for you," He replied looking at me with a meaningful small smile.
"So you came all the way to Mystic Falls just to back off when I ask you to?" I said, knowing I don´t want to think about how much he likes me.
"No. I came all the way to Mystic Falls to gloat over a corpse to be, as you so poetically put it, but I will leave minus the gloating in return for one small thing." He stops walking as he was having second thoughts.
"And what is that?" I ask, facing him.
"I want your confession."
"My… Confession? I didn't do anything. Confession about what?" I said with a smile as if he was making a joke.
"Me… As soon as we're done here, I'm going to walk away, and I'm never coming back. You'll never again have to look me in the eye and cover our connection with hostility and revulsion. You'll never have to loathe the darkest parts of yourself that care for me in spite of all I've done. I will be gone and you will be free. I just… want you to be honest with me," He said, sadly approaching me.
"I'm in college. I'm building a life for myself. I have… plans and a future and things that I want, and none of those things involve you! Ok? None of them!" But what was I saying? He was opening his heart to me and I said this. I shook my head.
"I see," he said sadly, almost in a whisper.
"No, you don't because yes! I cover our connection with hostility, because yes! I hate myself for the truth, so if you promise, to walk away, like you said, and never come back, then yes! I will be honest with you! I will be honest with you...About what I want!" I take a deep breath, waiting for him to reply.
He looked at me puzzled, with that grin of his that means I am holding, as if he had expected me to tell him not to leave me, not to go ... and then added:
"I will walk away, and I will never come back, I promise." Even if he has a smile in his face, I think he had wanted to add that he would not unless I ask him to. He did not say it, but his look told me, his eyes told me: I promise you but do not ask it. Please do not ask me to leave you...
I approach him, he wasn't moving. "Good" I said and kissed him. I didn't repeat what he told me, I didn't say don't come back because it was not what I really wanted. He instantly kisses me back, inhaling deeply as my hands come up to hold his face in my grasp while I continue my brief assault, sending shock waves through him.
I kissed him with all the passion I had repressed, kissed him with all the desire in the world. He did not say anything, just smiled, with that so seductive smirk of his... and then he takes control and pushes me to a nearby tree at vampire speed. He pushes on me and kept kissing me with lots and lots of passion, I began to pull his jacket off his shoulders, he relives me of mine.
He rips my blouse mercilessly, as if its presence disgusts him, buttons flying all over the place. And I continued kissing him like there's no tomorrow, as if this were the only time we would be together. And in a certain way there was no future for us, I clutched him tight to me with my hands and kissed him desperately. He hungrily stares at my chest heaving under my pink lace bra before making his way back to my lips. The remaining cloth of my torn shirt rests on his wrists, his hands latching on my waist. I pull him against me, and he continues to kiss me.
I hold him closer to me, rubbing myself on his hard on, making he growl.
He breaks our kiss, smirking. "Someone's eager for some hot hybrid sex."
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," I say breathlessly. And continued: "And you have way too much clothes on." I grin at him devilishly before taking his shirt and ripping it in half. "Payback." I said while kissing down his chest, stroking him as he watched me.
"Oh sweetheart," He growls, kissing me and slipping his tongue in my mouth. After we leave each other lips again after a long while, he moans contently, holding my head against him dearly when I sucks and kisses a sweet spot on his neck.
"Caroline..."
In response, I lick him from his collarbone, gliding over his moles, up his jaw, he growls lowly in approval, his eyes rolling back, enjoying the sensation be
fore he spins me in his arms and slam me playfully on the ground underneath us, the fallen leaves jumping into the air on impact, the rest crunching beneath our weight. At this time we were lying on the ground full of fallen leaves of the forest behind the Salvatore's house.
I giggle, he is hovering over me. I reach out and touch his face, his eyes flutter close. I cup his stubbled jaw, my thumb gliding over my lips. He licks my thumb seductively and I shudder between his legs.
"Why are you so hot?"
He opens his eyes chuckling. "So you admit I'm a fine specimen of man, LOVE?"
I laugh. "I didn't say all that."
He leans forward, his lips brushing against mines as he says huskily: "But you believe it nonetheless."
I lift up a bit to kiss him tenderly, unlike the hasty, rough kisses of before. He deepens our kiss. I can only moan. I unzip his pants, and he took me in his arms and kissed my forehead, my lips, my neck before letting me continue to strip him. He told me to take a step back, that he wanted to watch me stripping, I look at him like he was crazy. I did not want to be apart from him. I wanted to continue kissing him. I wanted to give him all the pleasure I could give, I wanted to feel him be mine, feel him at my mercy, feel what he felt like laying on me. I wanted that him to ask me not to stop…
But… after asking me to stop, he gave me a crooked grin and repeated to me, almost begging: "I want to see your beauty in all its glory. I want to feel that beauty become mine and no one else's" he said with a riot of sensuality and so in love that I indulged. I stood and started to strip. I take off my pants leaving me in my underwear, whereupon he got up and hugged me, unclasping my bra with one hand. Our kiss never ending, he pulls the straps down to expose my breasts to the cool, fall air. I looked at him surprised.
"A skill learned through my thousand years of experience," He said. I pouted and he said, blushing like a teenager, "However, I had never done it so badly and with someone I..." He stopped suddenly. He would not say that he love me, that this was not simply "scandalous sex," that he was making love to me, his pride wouldn't let him...
He covers a pert nipple with his mouth, groaning. He palms the other breast so I slide my hand down his pants and start stroking him. He is moaning loudly when he bites lightly on my bosom. I don't let him think, I go back to kissing him passionately, and when I again tried to go down his body, he takes me by the hip and turned me around, leaving my face in front level of his magnificent erection and my sex up to his mouth. He yanks my panties down, licking, kissing, blowing and sucking my pussy. My eyes widening slightly. I started to do the same to his fully erect cock. "Oh...Klaus..." I mutter breathlessly. "Don't stop." He is eating me, sucking my clit, putting two fingers inside me. All we do was moan softly. We were moaning of pleasure, I can't hold it anymore, yelling as we reached our first orgasm, all my juices come out in his face and he drank all of them with great pleasure. He made me cum…
In a flash, he gets rid of his pants and kiss me passionately again with him now on top, his cock near my super wet entrance asking him to be inside me.
"You're naked," I said with a smile.
"It usually happens when two people copulate," he respond hoarsely, bathing me with a heated stare.
He whispers in my ear with a smile in a language I don´t understand:
"Þangað heimurinn fellur í sundur, til himinn og helvíti eru ekki fleiri, aðeins þá verður ástin mín hætta fyrir þig. En fram, mun það óendanlega, eilífa ... ég elska þig."[1]
My confusion turned into ecstasy when he holds me up and lay me on a tree trunk. He enters me slowly. A soft gasp escaping from our lips. His thrusts were wonderful, he penetrated me with intensity, with so much craving, full of desire, full of infinite tenderness. I arch up, needing to feel him deep inside me. I pull him inside me with my legs around his waist. My hands grasping his head, pulling him in for a searing kiss.
When we were about to cum he whispers in my ear "Caroline…"
"Niklaus" I whisper back.
"… Bite me," he said almost breathless. I looked him, wondering what does it mean. He begs me again. "Luv, bite me," which I did because I was so turned on that my fangs were already out. While I was biting him and sucking blood, he bit me, leaving me in no danger as I drink his. The euphoria of our blood sharing washes over me and magnifies my orgasm magnified and makes us climax together.
We were all bonded….
After a few long minutes, we collapse from exhaustion on the ground, the cold air sweeping over our heated bodies. The sun is setting in the sky, reminding me of his departure.
I feel hesitantly to curl into his side. I'm afraid that he will reject me cuddling.
He pulls me up by my plump behind up against him. I release a yelp as he do so, I giggle diffusing any awkwardness.
He keeps his eyes on the sky, my hand resting on his chest and my head entering the crook of his neck.
He sighs, holding my head to him under his chin, playing with my hair.
"I will never reject you," He murmurs into my hair. "Never let such thoughts cloud your mind. Ever."
I hum tiredly in response. He chuckles. "I wore you out LOVE?"
"What can I say?" I let out a yawn. "You're quite the beast amongst the sheets...uh...leaves."
He lets a full out laugh at this one, I join him as we turn our gazes into the sunset. After a few minutes, I break the silence between us.
"I'll..." I let out a huff. "I'll..."
He turn to me, tilting up my chin so he can look into my eyes.
My breath is catch in my throat.
"I'll miss you..." He swallows back the lump in his throat, his eyes burning "...Caroline," He whispers, closing his eyes as he commit the sound of every syllable of my name to memory.
I kiss him and he kisses me back, the message of goodbye embedded in it. He begins to pull away hesitantly, I pull him back, kissing him harder now, and he acquiesces.
When I break away, I peck his lips one last time my eyes fill with unshed tears.
"Goodbye Klaus." I say almost in a whisper.
He lifts his hand and brush his knuckles slowly along my cheek. I battle with my emotions and toughen up.
"Goodbye..." He says. "Sweetheart."
With that, I get up and put my clothes on at full speed. Despite the situation, he manages to smile faintly when I grab the shreds of cloth that was his shirt while he tugs his jeans on. I throw a glance at him, a smile creeping at my lips when he shrugs at me, unapologetic, smiling faintly back. He watches when I doesn't throw away the ruined shirt and tuck it in the back of my jeans, he is happy about it I can tell. I grab my jacket and zip it up with nothing but my bra underneath. When I make my way to leave with my hair full of leaves, he flashes in front of me, not failing to grab my ripped shirt and tuck it in his jeans as I had done before.
My eyebrow arches up in question then I relax into realization when he start pulling leaves out of my hair.
I laugh after a full minute goes by. "Did you get them all?"
He smiles warmly at me, waving the last leaf he thinks is in my hair before me, and then letting it drop.
"I believe so."
"I must look like an epic disaster," I say, chuckling nervously.
"No. You're beautiful," He says sincerely. "Now go. Before you beloved friends start asking questions we both know you don't want answer."
It was dark then, he just left, leaving behind him a little card that has "I will keep my promise unless you ask me otherwise" written...
[1] A/N Words Klaus says to Caroline are courtesy of Kjsama *Translation: courtesy of Google. There is no translator of old Norse that find useful so I let them the way she had done from English to Icelandic, which I think is the next best thing the words are: "Until the world falls asunder, Until heaven and hell are no more, only then will my love cease for you. For until then, it will be unending, eternal...I love you."