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She drank the rum straight from the bottom before tossing it aside and patching up his bleeding arm, "You kissed me," she muttered loudly as she wiped down the length of his arm.
He smiled recalling the shock he had no clue as to why he'd done it at that precise moment the only thing he could think of was because he wanted to.
"I did," he replied wincing as she hit his wound insulted, "Spur of the moment Love," he promised his stronger arm pulling her waist to him as he sat on the bed.
She shoved him thinking he'd clearly lost a lot of blood and would not remember the way he held her and why it was completely inappropriate.
His hand gripped her hip squeezing slightly his eyes hazy from the liquor as she ignored his touches continuing to clean him up.
"We were under attack and you kissed me," she said once she soaked the cleaning cloth under the steaming hot water once more working on the more minor cuts over his body.
She bent on her knees tearing the rest of his trouser to clean the gash by his knee, "That can't be the only reason," she mumbled wiping off the dried blood.
"You shouldn't be on your knees like that," he warned lifting her up with what strength he had left, "It gives a man ideas," he clarified at her confused look.
She threw him a hard look before reaching for his shirt gesturing for him to lift up his arms in the process of her pulling it off of him.
"Well you're nice and inebriated give me a reason why I shouldn't slap you into next century for what you did," she told him as she wiped down the planes of his stomach.
Klaus clapped a hand over his mouth as his other trailed down her thigh, "Think one up, you females are good at that," he said drinking from the bottle she had set aside.
The resounding sound of a slap might have been heard above deck but there were only rumors as her hand connected with his cheek.
His hand reached up catching hers before she could try again, "That is the last time you'll raise your hand at me," he warned her sobering as he stood.
She tugged on her hand trying to break free of him, "I'm not one of your men," she shouted at him her free hand shoving at him.
Klaus' eyes widened in shock at her reaction, "You can't throw commands at me and expect me to follow," she told him as she grew angrier.
He wrapped his arm around her waist lifting her off of the ground kissing her again, harder this time almost bruising their teeth clashing.
She moaned against him as she felt Klaus biting her lip, Caroline couldn't quite recall the last time she had shared a kiss like that and was almost disappointed when he pulled back.
"You promised to behave," he murmured roughly against her swollen lips sending a wave of tingles all over her before he released her and disappeared upstairs slamming the door on his way.
Caroline woke unsure why considering the darkness of the room telling her it was too soon to be morning by the looks of it, it was nearly three that is if her studies with Kol had actually panned out
She grimaced sitting up realizing she was alone in the Captain's bed, his bed, "I didn't mean to wake you," his voice resounded in the dark.
Her head shot to where she heard his voice over behind his desk sitting in the chair before she could think of a reply his eyes locked with hers knocking the wind from her.
She pushed the bedsheets off walking towards his desk her hand trailing on the edge as she went around it, "I doubt I'd have slept for long anyways," she responds finally.
Klaus feels his throat dry, she's so lovely in his shirt he grips the arms of the chair to keep from reaching for her, "I would have thought you would sleep better alone."
"You would have thought wrong," she told him cuttingly as she came around her thigh hitting the arm of his chair as she leaned on the desk next to him.
Caroline turns her head looking from him to the maps on his desk, "Are we lost?" she asks changing the subject she barely gets a glimpse before he turns the top map over.
"Why don't go back to bed Sweetheart?" he said condescendingly knowing he would pay for it with another tongue lashing later but for the moment he needed his distance.
The woman in front of him wiggled slightly crossing her arms defiantly, "You're looking awfully confident from your high tower," he remarked looking up at her.
"You need rest," she told him in a tender voice ignoring everything he said Klaus felt his body react in an unfamiliar way to the look she gave him.
"Come on, how are you supposed to get me where I'm going if you tire yourself out and get us lost," she said voluntarily grasping his large arm in her two hands and pulling.
"I don't get lost," he muttered as she tried pulling on him one last time her shirt riding lower to give him a peek at the edges of her breasts, "And I don't sleep."
"Prove it to me," she said almost in challenge her eyes twinkling like the fires of hell, and how he was in hell with her looking like that and him not able to touch her.
His hand gripped her hand as he stood moving her to him their bodies meeting front to front, "You need to rest," she said in a humble voice from his neck almost disconcerted.
He smiled thinking he'd had her ruffled not that she could see it from where her head lie on him Klaus could stay like this holding her to him for ages and never grow tired.
The wood of his ship could rot and still he would stay here his hard body pressed to her curves he thought as he relented with a sigh, "Let me put you to bed."
Caroline made to argue but he set a single finger to her lips shaking his head at her they walked silently through the cabin and Klaus walked her to her side lifting the sheets.
Caroline sat and slid inside as he tucked her in she sat up watching him his hands went to the hem of his shirt making him realize he should probably keep his breeches on.
He'd scared her a few times, fine, almost every morning with the junction of his thighs pressed warmly against her stomach or back.
The first few times she looked terrified and he died from laughter as he explained what happened she nearly killed him with the look she sent reeling his way.
After that they never spoke of it but he knew she was aware there was no way she couldn't feel the way she made him stir, blinking back his hormones he got in bed with her.
"Sleep," he said in warning as she settled onto her side watching him do the same with a soft yawn and a smile on her lips she shut her eyes.
Caroline for once woke up before he did the image of him cuddled into her side his head resting above her chest felt as it was imprinted within her.
His lush lips pink and unbarring of the frown he usually bore his cheeks still looked like she could cut herself slapping them she shivered as he moved slightly.
His facial hair tickling her skin making her squirm, making something ache in her belly the longer she watched him her hand cautiously touching his hairline and brow.
She licked her chapped lips and wondered what if would be like then immediately the picture of his smug face unrelenting and the feeling died.
Her hand fell from her face to her side under the covers to scratch an itch she had on her leg bending her knee she felt moisture panic rising in her chest.
It happened far too often than she would like to admit, maybe it was something in the air or the water still lingering thoughts gathered making sense in the back of her mind ignoring her excuses.
Like his sympathy through her bleeding, he watched over her night and day coming every so often as she fought the pains of her stomach.
He had tried to help her through them but he felt much too good against her that she sent him away from what she recalled they had gotten into quite a few battles too.
Caroline recalled the things her maids would talk about in hushed whispers, how a body reacted, she looked up cursing his name a thousand times as her hand reached her hip.
Carefully her hand hovered over her heat feeling herself drip on his sheets, she panicked pulling her hand back Klaus jolting up in surprise his eyes almost panicked.
She looked to her left finding a knife in hand as he looked around the empty room before focusing on her, "You alright there?" he asked she nodded her eyes on the shiny metal.
"Sorry," he said cursing as he tucked the knife away again hiding it from her view, "No sudden movements would be best Love," he said as he got off of the bed.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled scrambling for an excuse, "I thought I was falling off of the edge," she told him as she sat up realizing she was in the middle of the bed.
She rubbed her face with her hands to keep from looking at his smiling face that was so clearly unbelieving as she slid lower and hid herself in the sheets unwilling to come out for the day.
A foreboding thought entered her mind that time was slipping away from her, the feelings forming within her chest shouldn't exist for him pirate or not.
She was a woman of honor and she had promised herself to another, whether the man in question thought she dead or not was beside the point she told herself.
Nervously she wracked her mind cleaning the cabin from top to bottom until she settled in on the clothing her dress long since ruined.
She took the clothes she wore of his far too often and decided to wash them, many of them had thought it was a pretty notion that she thought she could clean.
But men could only see in a woman what they wanted, Caroline had worked her entire life, her closest friends where the people her parents paid to work for her.
She could bake, cook, decorate, sing, play piano, scrub a floor, and moreover knew her way around a sword but these men had no idea what Caroline Forbes could do all of them with the exception of one.
She huffed her mind going back to that wretched man as she was extending her nightgown to dry after a through washing which revealed to her that it was in fact see through when her eyes shot up.
Angry at herself for thinking of him again she looked outside her only solace, the small window from the Captain's cabin revealed a small patch of land she dared not dream of the idea of land beneath her feet.
Stable and sound as she blinked a multitude of times as she made her way over to it making sure it did in fact exist, she heard the door open but didn't dare take her eyes off of it.
Her hands held onto the window sill, "Oh you've seen," Klaus' voice flittered to her from the door she heard his feet shuffle as she turned her head to look at him unable to help the smile.
"Shore?" she asked a twinge of hope forming in her chest as she forgot herself her arms stretched running to him with delight hugging him to his own anticipation sharing in hers.
Klaus caught her by the waist clinging to her, "Yes, shore," he said awkwardly as he held her a moment longer than she had feeling that hot feeling rush through him he had read about once.
She felt so perfect her heart pounding in her chest against his own that he tried to stay come as his body went into overdrive with want.
"That nice strip of land there," he said nervously unsure of what to do with himself as she clung to him, he was a pirate he reminded himself.
There was no need for him to be acting this way he told himself with a stern shake of his head he looked back at her asserting himself, "We should dock in a few hours," he told her.
"Where exactly is that?" she asked begrudgingly pulling back from their embrace as he practically ran for the door way far away from her.
"I'll leave you to your deductions Caroline," he said in passing as he shut the door not sparing her one last glance as he usually did.
He was gone before she could tell him that was the first time he'd said her name since they met, "Puzzling man," she muttered to herself.
