Chapter Two
Caroline was exhausted.
She had hardly been able to sleep after having to endure overhearing the new neighbor's sexcapades last night. Instead of drifting lazily through dream land she had spent the remainder of the morning hours rolling around in circles amongst her sheets. By 6:30 she had given up the quest for more rest and opted for taking a shower instead. By eight she was already finishing off her fourth cup of coffee, even the additional caffeine didn't manage to de-fog her brain.
Whoever her new neighbors were, they needed a serious lesson in basic human etiquette. Seriously though, the girl could have woken up half of the city with her shrieking. She would simply have to file a complaint with the building's super and be done with the both of them.
There was only so many times a person could hear the word "baby" before they snapped. Caroline had always detested the moniker. Her ex-boyfriend Tyler had insisted on calling her "babe" at every opportunity, she had let him simply because he liked doing it so much. But in reality she had never felt like she fit as anyone's "babe" or "baby. She was glad for the girl for getting off, she was obviously doing better than Caroline was in that department. But the names? The baby's and klaus's were ridiculous How did she not know that? Had no one really tell her before? What in the world was a Klaus anyway? It didn't sound like anything she'd ever heard of before, especially something that would be done in the bedroom.
Whatever a Kkaus was, she was quite sure she did not want one.
Hmmm, she supposed she'd never know.
As the clock on her oven inched towards 8:30 she gathered her things for the day and made her way to the door. She gave herself a once over in the mirror in the hall before grabbing her keys and preparing herself for the inevitable traffic she'd encounter on the way into the office. As she adjusted the strap on her purse and reached for her doorknob, voices echoed in the hallway.
"I had a really great time last night Klaus."
There is was again? Klaus. That was someone's name? Who names there kid Klaus?
Instead of opening the door and giving them both a very large piece of her mind she pressed her eye through the peephole. Curiosity getting the better of her. The girl, "Baby", was on the shorter side, with blonde hair that was mussed beyond repair without a brush. She was dressed much more dowdily than Caroline had expected for someone who got their brains fucked out of them the night before.
"So did I?" The mystery man, Klaus was it? Replied in an unmistakably English accent.
Caroline felt her stomach dip a little bit from the sound, now that wasn't even close to fair. Men with accents did things to her, they had ever since she watched Pride and Prejudice in high school.
"Will you call me when you get back in town?" Caroline strained to see past the reach of her sight. What did this Klaus look like? This Klaus who apparently wasn't living with the girl he had bounced off the otherside of her bedroom wall last night. At least she wouldn't have to deal with that noise every single night.
"Of course I will." Her stomach flopped again. That voice, sweet jesus.
"Baby" leaned in for a kiss before giving a saucy little wave and turning to leave. Then the unmistakable sound of a door slowly clicking shut. Caroline waited a minute before twisting her door knob and entering the hallway. She assessed her new neighbors door for a moment before letting her shoes click down the hall, checking her watch she muttered a swear under her breathe. All she needed was to be late for being early.
As if the world was aware of her predicament her phone sounded and echoed through the stairwell. Without another thought she swiped the screen.
"Hello Meredith, I was just about to call you."
And just like that her work day had begun.
She had gotten off of work late that evening. But not late enough that she couldn't stop by her favorite delicatessen on the way home and pick up some fantastic dinner and a bottle of wine. As she relaxed as she often did, on her couch chewing food and sipping wine, watching turner classic movies and sighing over the Gene Kelley's and Clark Gables. It was as Singing in the rain started to wrap up that she heard footsteps on the landing outside of her door. Footsteps and two voices.
Springing from the couch she silently padded down her hall to the front door. Pressing her eye against the peephole once more she tried getting a look at her new neighbor. She missed him again apparently, only getting to see his back as he entered his apartment followed by a very tall woman with very long hair. A woman who definitely wasn't "Baby".
She scoffed loudly. Two different women in two days? What a manwhore!
Rolling her eyes she sauntered back to the couch to watch the next film losing herself in an era where film was actually film.
She resisted a sigh as Clark Gable's handsome face filled the screen. To be born back then…
A few hours later and a complete overhaul of the Fell's hospital benefit seating chart she made her way back to the bedroom to go to sleep. Slipping on her blue babydoll night gown she took a moment to eye her bed, then the wall it was currently pushed against. After a few seconds of contemplation she walked to the end of the bed before pulling hard on the wooden footboard. The bed slid a few precious inches away from the wall and with a satisfied nod Caroline made her way into her bedroom in order to complete her nightly routine.
Her thoughts drifted over to her new neighbor. Mr. Klaus-I'm-English-and-a-Manwhore.
What did he look like? He had to be somewhat attractive judging by the girls she'd seen leaving his apartment. But then again, accents are like beer goggles for women, he could be an utter troll.
Dragging the brush through her blonde locks she nodded firmly to her reflection in the mirror. Klaus the troll. It had a nice ring to it.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Unbelievable…
Caroline woke up a lot quicker this time around since this time she knew exactly what she was in for. She sat up in bed, glaring at the wall with enough hatred to melt it. She had pulled the bed safely away from the wall so she couldn't feel the banging this time around, but that didn't stop her from being able to hear whatever was moving over there.
Then she heard the smacking.
Was that….?
"Oh god yes, I'm a bad girl."
Oh god that was spanking. There was one thing that you could not mistake was the sound of a good spanking. A blush crept onto Caroline's cheeks as she assessed what was going on.
"I need to be punished Klaus. Oh yes."
She shouldn't be embarrassed by this it wasn't like she hadn't enjoyed a good spanking before. Sex was sex, and the best kind sometimes got a little adventurous, but overhearing someone else. Someone who was this close in proximity to her?
"Harder. Klaus. Harder. Yes. Just like that." The smacking grew louder.
Holy MOLY! The woman on the other side had an accent too. It wasn't like Klaus's, the woman's accent was very faint. It sounded…. Eastern European, maybe Russian? Polish maybe?
She shook herself. Was she seriously sitting awake at one in the morning attempting to figure out what country the woman getting plowed next door was from?
She pulled herself together, because all of the sudden she could hear Klaus moaning. His voice was low and thick, and while the woman was articulating exactly how she liked being punished she listened solely to him. He groaned, the wall banging began again and she could tell he was bringing it home. Heat flooded her as she listened to his voice.
A load scream signaled the woman's climax and finally the thumping stopped and there was silence once more.
After she was certain the round was finished next door she laid back down to try and regain her sleep. Forty Five minutes passed and she realized that sleep had no intention of coming.
The same couldn't be said for those next door.
This was the second time in 24 hours that Klaus the sex-super-star had robbed her of her dreams.
This, whatever this was, would not stand.
A/N: Chapter 2. Three should be up in a second.