Author's Note: Prompt #020: Fetish. This is more of an anthology - think non-chronological, with no sequence to follow, but all happening in a single universe. I'm not sure how often I'll update because tackling porn tropes is pretty hard work, but know that I have at least five parts going at the same time right now. Each part is shorter than most smut, so if you're looking for steamy smoky build-up I don't think you'll really find it here.

One last time: the prompt is FETISH. You have been warned.

1. Wide

Spread, he tells her.

You see, it's their second time together. The first time was lovely; dirt and leaves and bark cutting into skin and all they ever saw or felt was the other person, and that was everything that they needed. It didn't feel like the end for him, but it took almost four years before they crossed paths again. Even then, it wasn't as peachy as he thought they'd left off with.

So fast forward to two more years of on-and-off again flirting and fleeting bouts of frustration, brushes of the arm and the waist, until the tension is at its utmost peak, and she suddenly decides that taking off her shirt is the best way to diffuse a delicate situation.

(She's right.)

It's different now. Well, granted that they're both now acquainted with one another's touch, but he's had too much time to reflect on all the things that he would do to her when he finally gets the opportunity to be with her again. And with all that time, the tendency to grow obsessed with doing something with/to/on someone can be insurmountably high.

He's not ashamed. He's just pent up, and as soon as the shirt comes off he lunges at her mouth, greedily, hungrily, kissing her hard and running a thumb over her breast, over her nipple, pushing her against his dining table. She shoves her skirt down and she's naked - god, she didn't wear knickers? - and she leans back with her devious little smile and her darkened lashes, waiting for him to enter her.

Klaus is about to, as soon as he tugs his cock out of his trousers and poises himself over her, but then she lets out this small gasp of anticipation as the head of it grazes her clit.

The desire flies down his spine at the sight of her biting her lip, and the yes that follows after it.

He dips into her a bit, getting the end of his cock slick, and glides the slippery underside of it over her again, until she grits her teeth and balls her fists tight so she doesn't moan the house down.

Spread, he says. His voice is low and soft and he can't take his eyes off of her; he looks back up at her flushed and partly confused expression, his own eyes glazed over with something carnal in his blood. "Here," he demonstrates, and parts not only her thighs further, but the pretty pink outer lips of her cunt for good measure so the hood of her clit is raised. She's beautiful, so beautiful.

Caroline locks an elbow and follows his lead, her free hand smoothing down down down. She does as he instructs, her hand unsteady. "Oh," she frowns, watching him paint her increasing wetness over her clit faster. Her eyes are glassy with fascination; he supposes she hasn't done this before and might feel a bit depraved for it, but he assures her that it's hotter than anything he's imagined.

...Which she obviously believes, because she grows so wet that each trace of his cock is now as audible as the breath that leaves their lungs.

"Oh, shit," she sighs, and it sends a bolt of pleasure through him to hear her curse - he has to hear it again, so he speeds up, rubbing the slick head of his cock against her faster until her body curls forward and she groans his name into his mouth.

Klaus feels the coil of release tighten as he kisses her, not stopping. It's quite the sensation to feel her bucking against him, and her pleading look is what convinces him to finally ease into the heat of her trembling body.

There's actually just enough friction and slickness to get him off like this, but he wants to immortalize the moment; seal it away in his brain, the way she so enthusiastically presents herself to him and how the lust flickers in her blue eyes when she does it. Should someone damn him to eternal imprisonment the moment he steps out of her house, at least he'll bloody well have good things to think about.

He's about to ask her to spread for him again, but Caroline actually does it herself on her own accord- with both hands, no less – and he nearly goes delirious with need, thrusting and pressing down on her tender flesh with an insistent thumb – and then he spills, with a profanity of his own panted into her ear.

She clings to him affectionately, letting him rest his head on her breast, in a bit of disbelief. A little bit kinky, she says. He shakes his head.

Couldn't have happened soon enough, to be honest.