This drabble was created for the klarolinesmutmas blog on tumblr for Christmas 2014.

My day of Christmas was the fifth.

Rated M, as the blog name suggests ;)


He watched her spin and twirl, red dress spiraling around her as she danced across the floor. She was always the most dazzling to watch, no matter how many others danced around her. Perhaps it was the millennium of grace she held over ordinary humans, though he had noted the same elegance during their first dance together when she was just a baby vampire. Perhaps it was instinctual for her.

Whatever it was that drew him to her continued to hold his attention even after all this time. She captivated him. His eyes saw only her in the crowd, lithe body swaying in the latest dance craze. His relentless gaze finally caught her eyes, a smirk creeping across her lips, one oddly reminiscent of his own.

He watched intently as she made her way through the mass of people towards him, intense blue eyes never leaving his. She veered once she left the dance floor, however, giving him a pointed look before she slipped down a darkened side hall. His eyes darkened as he rose from his seat to follow, knowing her well enough to know exactly what she had in mind.

After he rounded another bend in the secluded hall, he found himself slammed up against the wall. If her scent had not immediately filled his nose as she pressed her body against his back, he would surely have reacted differently. But as it was the scent of her arousal heavy in the air only drew a growl from the hybrid as he allowed her to continue to hold him in place.

"Did you enjoy watching me, Niklaus?" she purred, voice low and hot against his neck. Her hands roamed freely up his sides, curling underneath his shirt to feel his heated skin as she pressed herself more firmly against him.

"Almost as much as you enjoyed putting on a show for me," he answered, his voice gravely as he turned his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of his little temptress. He could feel the points of her nipples press into his back at his words.

"Mmm, but the show is not over yet," she teased, pulling back slightly so she could spin him around to face her.

Klaus watched intently as she made quick work of his shirt, flinging it to the floor somewhere behind them. He could tell she was in a mood to be in control, and he was more than happy to oblige, eagerly awaiting her next move.

She stared at him for a moment from beneath darkened lashes, the mischievous glint in her eyes making his skin tingle with anticipation. She licked her golden lips slowly, tongue sliding over the metallic lipstick, the latest trend in fashion. Pink tongue a stark contrast against gold, the white of her fangs gleaming in a dark promise as she caught his gaze.

Slowly she closed the space between them, bypassing his lips and placing an openmouthed kiss to his chest, leaving a golden circle behind on his pale skin. She looked up at him slyly before continuing on her path down his torso, fingers trailing down his skin as she left kiss after kiss in her wake until four circles betrayed her ministrations as she reached his waistband.

His fingers instinctively curled into her blonde locks as she knelt before him, hands making quick work of the fastening on his pants, the fabric quickly falling down his legs. She murmured appreciatively at his lack of undergarments, delighted to see his already hard length standing proudly at attention.

Klaus' head fell back against the wall, a pleasurable sigh passing his lips as he felt her hand ghost along him teasingly before she took him more firmly in her grip, pumping him in her hand a few times before bending forward to taste him. He groaned openly as he felt her tongue swirl along his tip, teasing him further for a moment before she removed her touch from him completely.

Before he could protest, he suddenly felt her mouth around him, engulfing him, his head whipping forward off the wall as he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, only to feel her swallow thickly around him, pulling his shaft deeper inside.

"Caroline," he was barely able to gasp, the sight of her lips pressed against the base of his cock for a moment before she slowly retreated, dragging her tongue along his length as she went, was nearly enough to push him over the edge.

Caroline smirked up at him wickedly as she swirled her tongue along his head for a moment before pulling back completely. She admired the perfect ring she had made with her colored lips around his base, grinning as she made a pleased noise.

Klaus was breathing heavily as he observed her stand before him, holding his eyes as she made to remove her flimsy dress. Before she could get further than releasing a shoulder strap, he reached forward, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into him, his lips crashing down onto hers roughly. Caroline met his kiss eagerly, her tongue soon finding its way inside his mouth, drawing a moan from both of them.

His hands did not remain idle as he kissed her, one sliding along her bare back, delighting in the feel of her warm skin while the other slid between her skirts, thanking anyone who would listen that no matter how makeup had changed over the centuries, dresses still remained in fashion.

She gasped into his mouth as his hands found her sensitive skin, already heated and wet for him. Klaus growled in answer, pleased to find Caroline had also forgone undergarments as well, his fingers quickly plunging inside her wet depths.

It did not take long before she was writhing against him, riding his hand as she panted against his neck, moaning loudly as he whispered into her ear. He told her how he had longed to fuck her ever since she had left him to dance, hips swaying enticingly as she teased him mercilessly from the dance floor; how he wanted to take her right there, for all to see, making her scream his name in front of everyone so they would know who she belonged to. When he described in detail just how he had imagined taking her, combined with a particularly rough twist to her clit, she came hard against his hand, groaning a version of his name.

When she came down from her high, she again pulled back, her normally pale blue eyes dark with lust, black veins spidering out underneath her eyes. Klaus looked on with hungry eyes as she pulled her dress the rest of the way off, revealing her body to him. No matter how many times he had seen her naked over the years, each time filled him with a longing just the same as the first.

Eager to have her back in his arms, Klaus grabbed her again, turning and pushing her against the wall as he stepped out of his pants and shoes, kicking them out of the way. Caroline eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, raising herself up in anticipation. He grinned at her wickedly, grabbing a hold of his cock and rubbing it along her folds, making her squirm in pleasure and need in his arms.

"Tell me what you need, Caroline," he husked, watching her face flush with desire as he teased her body.

"You," she moaned without hesitation, too caught up in pleasure to put up a front of indignation.

Klaus chuckled, capturing her lips in another heated kiss as he finally lined himself up and thrust home. She moaned against his mouth, his tongue taking advantage of her open lips and sweeping into her mouth to taste her again.

He fucked her up against the wall, the pace fast and needy as both strove to reach completion. The only noises in the dark hallway were their moans and the sound of flesh meeting flesh, accompanied by the occasional cracking of drywall as their frenzied coupling dented the wall.

With one final thrust, Klaus reached his peak, groaning her name against her neck as he came, the burst of warmth inside of her at his release triggering Caroline's own orgasm, her walls clamping down on him, prolonging his pleasure. As they both returned to reality he brushed a sweat soaked lock from her forehead, grinning at her cheekily as he always did afterwards, enjoying the eye roll he always triggered from her in return.

"Perhaps we should attend these events more often," he grinned at her, slowly helping her unwrap herself from him and stand on her own.

Caroline shook her head as she bent down to retrieve her dress. "I always tell you you'll end up enjoying them," she answered, hiding her grin behind her hair as she searched for her shoes. "Too bad this one is only once a year."

"Ah yes, that archaic holiday you insist on celebrating still," he teased, knowing it would annoy her. He admired her lips marks on his abdomen a moment before he pulled his pants back on, his shirt soon following, leaving the circles covered but intact save some smudging.

"It's not archaic if there's still enough people who celebrate it for there to be parties!" she argued, scowling at the infuriating hybrid.

"I know, love," he chuckled, placating her with a kiss to the forehead. "Merry Christmas, Caroline," he said, offering her his arm once they were both dressed.

She just smiled, wrapping her arm around his as she let him lead her back to the festive party, attempting to tame her hair as she went.