as good as they come
part 1 of 10
She reminds him of a porcelain doll when she goes to school, wearing blinding white, blonde hair sparkling in the sun. He can see her breaking when she wears that neat pokerface, smiles so seemingly genuinely at her friends, tries to keep everything under control. Her strength is strangely fragile and for some probably idiotic reason, he likes it. Couldn't imagine it any other way.
Sometimes, he thinks she's a total child. When she insists on getting her candy. When she sits in stony silence until he gives her what she wants. Or, well, just leans over, hand slipping over her thigh, and arrests her mouth with his.
But, there are other times. Like now, when he's driving down this nondescript road. She's casually slipping her arm around his shoulders, leaning over the handrest to pepper his jaw with kisses. Inching upwards, she finally meets his lips and with her tongue in his mouth, her hands slipping under his clothes, this, combined with the illegal speed he's driving at, creates the greatest high he's ever had.
So, he rewards her. When she pulls away, collapsing like a rag doll in her seat, he smirks at her dazed soft smile. She reaches over to grasp his hand, drawing little circles on his palm. He lets her.
Maybe he doesn't need his Katherine. Sometimes, Caroline's as good as they come.