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Caroline poked her head out of the back room when she heard the bell over the door, slightly surprised to see Klaus in the doorway with his jaw taut, fists clenched. She was about to ask what was wrong when he he simply walked up to her and shoved a glossy pamphlet into her hand. "What is this?"

"I don't know," she said, her voice muffled by the mask. She looked down at the paper, which appeared to be some sort of advertisement for a tattoo shop across town, and winced when she saw the bulleted list of reasons why no one should frequent Klaus's shop.

Rude and unprofessional with clients.

Does not take adequate responsibility for the health and safety of clients.

Bad artists.

"Your friend Katerina—" he began, breaking her from her thoughts.

"Katherine," Caroline corrected automatically.

"Katherine," Klaus amended. "Is handing out slanderous propaganda outside my shop."

Caroline handed the flyer back to him and crossed her arms over her chest, her hip jutting out. "What does that have to do with me?"

"Perhaps I was mistaken, but I was under the impression that you'd warmed up to me enough that you might be willing to call off her attacks," Klaus said with a growl that sent an unwelcome stab of arousal straight between her thighs.

"I didn't know that what Katherine did was my responsibility," Caroline said coolly, turning on her heel to return to the flower she'd been tending, Klaus following just behind her.

"Can you take the mask off? I'm not quite able to make out your unsatisfactory excuses."

Caroline huffed, tearing the mask off and flinging it to the side in frustration. "Listen, buddy. I don't know why you think that whatever Katherine is doing is my fault, but this room has dangerous plants in it and I need you to step outside."

"Dangerous plants? What, are the flowers going to attack?" he asked sarcastically.

"Basically, yeah," she said, reaching for the pot cover she and Bonnie used when the pollen from specimens could be poisonous.

She knocked the flowerpot with her elbow as she picked up the cover, making the orchid-like experiment crash to the floor. She swore colorfully as it fell, inhaling a lungful of pollen by accident, and from his coughing, Klaus seemed to have too. She briefly wondered whether she should call Bonnie, but before she could reach for her phone she felt the ache that had abruptly surfaced between her thighs during the argument grow stronger. She looked up from the broken flower pot to see Klaus staring at her, his eyes dark, lips slightly parted.

"What was that?" he growled, the tone making her almost uncomfortably aware of the friction of her clothes against her now-oversensitive skin.

"I told you. Dangerous," she said, slightly breathless.

"You didn't answer my question."

"I...I don't know. Some kind of pollen, I guess. My friend Bonnie is a geneticist, and-"

"I don't care about your friend. I want to know if it's harmful," he bit out, his eyes darkening as they raked up and down her body, lingering on her breasts, her pebbled nipples obvious through the thin cloth of her blouse.

She licked her lips as she allowed herself a brief moment to look him up and down in return, to drink him in when he was flushed and breathing heavily. She could see the bulge of his hard cock in his jeans, his body tight as his hands curled into fists, and she felt her pussy clench at the idea of him being just as affected as her, of wanting her just as much as she wanted him.

"She said it wasn't. Just some side effects if you breathe in the pollen."

"The pollen is a potent aphrodisiac, I assume?"

"Yeah," she breathed. "I guess."

He took a step towards her, close enough that his breath was hot on her lips, the proximity making her skin prickle in anticipation. She found herself disappointed that he didn't lean in to touch her, and her breath hitched at the way he looked at her. She felt her pussy throb at the thought of his mouth trailing over her skin, his teeth tugging at her nipple. Every bit of her longed to close the space between them, to press her body against his and relieve the intense need taking over her.

She wanted to feel his calloused palms against her skin, the scratch of his stubble against her inner thigh. She imagined his lips wet with her arousal, the way his hands would curl against her thighs to try to keep them in place as he curled his tongue against her walls. She wanted to know how his fingers would feel inside of her, whether the precision he'd use to mark ink on skin would have taught him how to scratch his nails just so to make her clench around him.

The air was still, the only sound their labored breathing as they stared at each other, and she wasn't sure who moved first, but the next thing she knew Klaus's lips were on hers, his fingers tangled in her hair as she pressed herself as close to his body as she could get. His kisses were rough and biting and perfect, his hand traveling down her spine to rest on the small of her back, burning through her blouse. She twisted his henley between her fingers, biting down on his bottom lip, and a soft groan rumbled in his throat as he ground against her thigh.

She pulled her lips from his to leave small nips and kisses against the sensitive skin of his neck, and his hands settled in the back pockets of her jeans, squeezing her ass through the fabric to angle the bulge of his cock against her covered core.

"Fuck, Caroline," he breathed after she ran her tongue across the hollow of his neck, her hands wandering down his back. She knew that this was definitely not a good idea, that Katherine would probably kill her later - if she found out - but she'd been unable to get him out of her mind anyway, and it felt so good...

"My place is only a few blocks away," Caroline breathed, knowing that it would be torture to have to walk even that short distance without tearing Klaus's clothes off, and judging by the way he growled low in his throat, he agreed.

"No. Too far," he said, pulling his shirt off, and she licked her lips at the sight of the ink on his skin.

He was a tattoo artist, and she logically knew he probably had them, but she hadn't expected the subtlety of the feather inked across his shoulder. She let her eyes linger on it for a moment before her gaze wandered down the exposed skin, and she couldn't help but wonder whether he was just as sensitive as she was.

"Someone could walk in," she breathed as he backed her up against the table, the bulge in his jeans pressing against her thigh, and she wasn't sure whether it was the pollen or her own desires saying that the idea of someone walking in could be incredibly hot.

"Let them," he said, his fingers making small circles against the skin of her stomach under her blouse. "Take off your blouse for me, sweetheart? I want to see you."

Her breath caught at his words, at the way his eyes followed every tiny movement of her fingers as she pulled the blouse up much too slowly, unable to resist the opportunity to tease him. He watched with greedy eyes as she let her bra straps slide down her arms, her cheeks heating as he cupped her breasts in his hands, tweaking the nipples, and she rubbed her thighs together, trying to get friction. "Klaus, I need..."

She was too breathless, almost unable to get the words out, and she let out a soft whimper of anticipation as he reached between them to unbutton her jeans, her pussy clenching at the mere brush of his fingers against her covered core. She quickly helped him shove them down, kicking them off as he shed his own, and she heard pottery break as he shoved some empty flower pots aside to lift her up onto the table. She moaned as his fingers trailed up her inner thigh to tease her entrance, and she chased the friction with her hips when he pulled away. "Seriously?" she muttered, reaching to grab his wrist and pull him back, needing the touch of his fingers against her oversensitive skin.

Instead he broke away, settling his hands on her waist, holding her gaze, his cock still hard against her inner thigh underneath his boxer briefs. The moment felt out of place, but her breath caught as he stared at her with dark eyes that she could have sworn contained more than lust for just a moment.

And then his mouth was moving against hers, his tongue stroking the roof of her mouth and the backs of her teeth. She felt her thong being pushed aside before he filled her, their lips breaking apart when his forehead dropped against hers.

She nearly came from the first thrust, her high so close that she just needed a tiny push, and she reached between them to brush her fingers over her clit, tipping herself over the edge. He began to move faster as she clenched around him, trying to prolong her high as long as possible, and she'd barely come down before she felt herself building up again. She was greedy for his touch, for another release.

He groaned her name, the small table shaking slightly as they found a rhythm, and she felt herself climax again just before he came.

They were both breathing hard when the haze lifted, the aftershocks still pulsing through her hard enough to make her quiver with every small movement. "God, this was so much better than I imagined," she mumbled, her head thrown back, realizing she'd said it out loud when he chuckled as he pressed kisses to her neck, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin and his hands wandering her body, his touches frustratingly light. She felt her face heat with embarrassment, and he nosed her jaw before pressing a soft kiss to her flushed cheek.

"You've thought of this before? The way I'd touch you?"

"Don't get too cocky," she breathed. "My last good sexual experience was with a guy who was obsessed with wolves and kept talking about how his uncle was engaged to Lady Gaga."

He let out a real laugh that time, his finger stroking the undercurve of her breast, making a shiver run down her spine. "And how have you thought of me, Caroline? What did you cook up in that pretty mind of yours? Did you touch yourself?"

Her skin was still prickling, the ache still present in her lower belly, and she could feel him hardening again, his cock slick with her arousal as it pressed against her. "Klaus..." she breathed, unwilling to be too open in case he teased her about it later, but she couldn't help but moan when he tugged at her nipple, his cock brushing against her clit.

"Tell me," he whispered, his voice coaxing, and she bit her lip before hesitantly starting to tell him, her core still throbbing insistently between her thighs.

"I imagined you fucking me in the back of the shop. Kind of like this, actually. I had fantasies..." she trailed off, swallowing when she looked at him again. His eyes had gone darker, his breathing more labored, and she grinned, liking that he was reacting like this to just the idea of her fantasizing about him. "Do you like it when I talk to you? Is that it? Do you want me to tell you how I laid in bed and fucked myself with my fingers wishing it was your cock?" she asked, a surge of smug satisfaction hitting her when he nodded, apparently completely unashamed of how much he wanted her. It made her feel powerful and sexy, desirable, and she found herself hungry for more.

"Yeah."

"I have this elaborate fantasy of you coming in during my lunch break," she said, her voice breathless as the words spilled out of her, her need for friction clouding her head and giving her the push she needed to admit it. "I touch my clit as I imagine you backing me up against the wall and kissing my neck, leaving marks...I think about how your hands would feel on me, the way you'd touch me, the way you'd groan my name. I think about you pushing my skirt up and teasing me through my underwear, giving me just enough friction to make me wet."

"Fuck, Caroline..."

"Then," she continued breathlessly. "I slip two fingers inside of me and move them slowly, building myself up."

Unable to take another second with no friction, she grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers to her entrance, moaning when he took the hint and slipped them inside. "Like that, love?" he asked, curling them against her walls.

"Yeah," she said, her forehead falling onto his shoulder as he began to pump them slowly. "Just like that."

"What next?" he asked, and she could hear the strain in his voice as he fought to keep control.

"Next I imagine you unbuttoning your jeans as you fuck me with your fingers, the way you'd groan as you stroked yourself in time with your fingers in my pussy."

She felt his hand brush against her inner thigh as he brought it down to wrap around his cock, stroking himself lazily as he watched her with heated eyes, curling his fingers inside of her as he drank in every movement she made. "And then?"

"Then I stop," she said, wrapping her hand around his wrist to stop the movements, fighting down a grin at the brief flash of annoyance that crossed his face and placing her palm on top of the hand wrapped around his cock. "And I get my vibrator, and I pretend it's you fucking me."

"I can only imagine how you'd look like that," he said quietly, the tip of his cock brushing against her clit and making her moan. "I'd love to see you tangled in your sheets with your legs spread...You'd look so lovely with your face flushed and your eyes glazed as you moan my name, the toy pulsing inside you as you roll your hips, desperate for more."

She was so wet, so empty, the pollen still making every inch of her crave him, and she could tell that he was close to losing control as well, his ragged breathing hot against her lips before he kissed her.

"Again?" she offered when he pulled away, rolling her hips, and he nodded. She let him gently push her to lie down before he pressed his hands against her thighs to part them wider, his cock sliding into her again. Her fingers curled around the table edge, pleasure overwhelming her as he began to move, her mind going blank.

Later she'd wonder when exactly the pollen had worn off, whether she could honestly say that the recovery period between rounds three and four would have been needed if they'd still been experiencing the side effects. She'd justify it, saying that it was just the effects of the pollen, but she knew deep down that by the time she'd come around his tongue that last time before sucking her arousal off his lips, the pollen had been long gone. She'd still let him take her against the wall before he'd walked her home though, both of them still breathless and wobbly-limbed.

XXX

Caroline flipped the 'Open' sign to 'Closed' and sighed as she stared across the street. Klaus's shop was open for another few hours, usually until about ten o'clock at night, and she knew he'd be there. She'd woken up every day in tangled sheets, unbearably turned on but completely unsatisfied, and finishing herself off wasn't as fun when all she had to go on were memories. She suspected that the pollen had lingering side effects of an increased sex drive, though it wasn't nearly as bad as when she'd inhaled it. She'd had a one-night-stand or two in the last few weeks, but it seemed like Klaus had officially ruined her for everyone else (so far), and if she was restricted to either Klaus, sub-par sex, or her vibrator for the foreseeable future, she'd definitely go with option one.

Katherine would totally kill her if she found out, but it wasn't like Caroline liked him or anything. She hated him, in fact. Completely hated him. No positive feelings whatsoever about anything but how good he was in bed, and it's not like Katherine hadn't had her fair share of no-strings-attached fuckfests with total assholes.

Well, not that she had a no-strings-attached relationship-fuckbuddy-thing with Klaus yet. She'd been trying to screw up the courage to corner him and ask. She had a feeling he'd say yes, but there was always the risk of rejection (and then him being a smug ass about it whenever they ran into each other). She'd always been a bit insecure, and not knowing for sure whether it was him or the sex pollen wasn't exactly helping.

Either way, she'd had a particularly unsatisfying evening the night before, and it was time to at least put herself out there. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her purse and made her way to the shop across the street.

Klaus didn't seem to be there, though there was a tall guy with dark hair who looked up and gave her a wicked smirk. "Well hello there, darling."

"Hi," she said shortly. "I'm looking for Klaus."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No," she said slowly, wondering whether she should catch him on a lunch break instead. "I have to talk to him. I'm the one who owns the flower shop across the street."

"Ah, I see. Well, if it's a business matter, I might be able to help you. He does get a bit testy when bothered unexpectedly."

"Who are you?"

"Kol, the more attractive tattoo artist," he said with a wink.

She disagreed, but decided it would be best not to say so.

"No, it's fine. I'll just come back another time," she said, not sure whether she was disappointed or relieved, but before she turned to leave Klaus emerged from the back of the shop, looking faintly surprised at her presence.

"Caroline?"

She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. "Hey, can I talk to you?"

"Of course. We'll go to the back room, shall we?"

She followed him, trying not to stare at the way his jeans framed his ass, and when he closed the door to one of the private rooms she swallowed, turning to face him. "Are you still having side effects of the pollen?" she asked bluntly.

He grinned. "If you mean to ask whether I've had a slightly heightened libido, then yes."

"And how's that been going?" she asked, not quite sure when she'd wandered into 'awkward' territory but regretting her life choices immensely, and Klaus smirked.

"Looking to scratch the itch, sweetheart? Back for more?"

"You're such an ass," she snapped. "This was a terrible idea."

"On the contrary, I'd argue that it was an excellent one," he said, and her hand stilled as she reached for the doorknob. "You have no idea how much I want you, Caroline. I thought I'd gotten you out of my system, but if anything, I just want you more. And, if your arrival and discomfort is any indication, you feel the same."

She turned around slowly, feeling heat build in her lower belly when she saw his expression, and she swallowed. "Are you up for it, then?"

"Of course."

"Friendly reminder: I don't like you."

"I'm aware," he said dryly.

"No feelings, no attachments," she added, and she could have sworn she saw his face darken for a second before it cleared.

He took a step closer and she found herself with her back against the door, his palms pressing against the wall on either side of her head. They stared at each other, the crackle of energy between them so intense that she felt her breath catch.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good," she said, letting her hands rest on his chest as she looked up at him. "So, mine or yours?"

He swallowed, his eyes darkening. "Mine."

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