Drabble request for ghanami2 - Their first encounter when Klaus is back in his own body.

He couldn't shake the feeling of her mouth on his. The way her tongue mingled with his with such fire and lust. He knew she was kissing Tyler, but the spark that he had for her was only ignited in to a deeper desire when he was finally able to experience Caroline on a more intimate level.

Cheated. That's how he felt. He would have never thought for a second about kissing her while in Tyler's body but she accosted him; forced her beautiful body against him. What was he supposed to do? He was a man after all, and his desire for her was too strong to resist.

He hadn't found the right time to approach her after he returned to his own body. She was constantly in the company of Tyler, never leaving her alone - always there.

Until now.

He watched her across the town square; shopping bags in hand and a wide smile across her face. It was now or never, he thought.

He walked briskly across the square and waited for her acknowledgement of his presence. Her back was to him but when her bags dropped and her shoulders slumped, he knew she knew that he was there. She quickly turned on her heels to face him, always brave in the face of confrontation.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Now, love, is that anyway to talk to the man who saved your life?" he quipped.

"Ugh!" was all she said. She rolled her eyes and turned around and continued across the cobble-stoned path. He smirked and followed.

"Caroline, talk to me," he said and raced to walk in stride with her.

She stopped in her tracks and faced him once again, "There's nothing to talk about. You saved me, I thought you were Tyler, I'm over it."

His smirk became a wide smile. "Are you really over it, Caroline?" She claimed as much, but he could tell by the way her eyes never met his, that she was still dealing with the outcome of their little case of mistaken identity.

"Yes, I am," she retorted. "And what the hell are you still doing in Mystic Falls, anyway? Shouldn't you be like a billion miles away by now, howling at the moon with your hybrid slaves?"

She was always so sharp with her words, a quality that he appreciated, even when she was clearly angry.

"I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart," he stated and raised one eyebrow. "Not the howling at the moon bit, but shouldn't you and Tyler be a billion miles away by now as well?"

"Well, coincidentally, the entire council has been blown to smithereens, so..." she swallowed hard and tears swam in her eyes. She cleared her throat and began again, "So, since anyone who knew what we are is no longer a threat, we're able to stay."

He knew she was saddened by this thought. The men and women of the council were people that she had known her entire life. As much as they hated her, she would always be the better being and forgive and forget. He on the other hand was not so merciful. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said genuinely, "but if they would have hurt you in anyway, Caroline, then they would have met their end eventually."

She scoffed at his not-so-delicate word choice and shook her head, "You just don't get it," she said and began to walk away again.

"What don't I get, love?" His long legs extended to meet her pace once again.

She didn't stop this time and continued toward her destination. "Everything! You have absolutely no compassion, no heart, except of course for the things that give you power."

"Now, I wouldn't say..."

She didn't let him finish. "It's all that matters to you, so why don't you do us both a favor and stop pretending that you liking me isn't part of some greater scheme to get something that you just can't have."

"Right. And where would you be if I had heeded that advice," he asked not so delicately and with a hint of smugness. "You'd be dead."

"It's better than being indebted to you," she shot back at him.

"Caroline..."

She stopped and faced him. "STOP. SAVING. ME!" she spat.

Her words shattered through his cocky demeanor. He halted as she climbed in her car, slammed the door and drove away. She couldn't mean that, after everything he had done to show her how much he cared.

He watched her taillights vanish from sight, but was still fueled with the ambition to show her what he felt. As soon as he was able to, he sped off in the direction of her home.

Caroline pulled in to her driveway and sighed. Why was he so adamant with her? What was so special about her that he couldn't stop with his incessant pursuit?

A hot bath was calling her name as she stepped out of her car, bags in hand and made her way to the front door. She would fill the bath with bubbles, and soothe away the inner turmoil that had been haunting her for days.

Never in her life did she think she would be pursued the way that Klaus had pursued her. It was something you saw in movies or heard in a song. A man, so hell bent on claiming a woman as his prize; defending her and rescuing her, proving to her that he wouldn't stop until the realization of his desire was reciprocated.

Well, it was a good thing that he didn't breathe cause he would be holding his breath for an eternity.

She stumbled through the door and made her way to her bedroom. As she entered the room her senses perked from a familiar scent before her eyes wandered to her window. He stood there, his arms folded and a stern expression lingered on his face.

"Seriously? You just can't take a hint, can you?" She threw her bags on the bed and mirrored his stance, folding her arms across her chest.

"I wasn't finished," he said coolly and took a step further in to her room.

"Well, I was, now please leave," she said and pointed toward the window.

"Not until you hear me out." He took a step closer and raked a hand across his mouth. "You, Caroline Forbes, are the most ungrateful, spoiled woman I have ever met," he pointed at her.

She was not expecting that and her shocked expression alluded as much, however, it didn't halt her from throwing her own venomous words back at him, "Wow, harsh words from an egotistical, homicidal, nut job!" This seemed to do the trick. He opened his mouth to speak, but shut it quickly, her choice words rendering him speechless.

It was true, he was all of those things. He would be the first to admit it and the last to apologize for it. He didn't say anything in return but dashed in front of her bringing his face as close as possible. "Is that what you really think, Caroline? Is that all you see in me?" He searched her eyes for a glimmer of recession.

She swallowed and went to take a step back from him. His hands were on her immediately, forcing her to hold her ground and her eye contact. "Is it?" he asked again.

He scared her. Not because she thought she was in danger but because being this close to him made her mind go blank and become consumed with the passion that only he could bring out in her. Every time they had one of their encounters, his brilliant blue eyes would bore in to her, making her see something in him that no one else could see.

She bit her bottom lip and contemplated his question, though she knew the answer. "No," she said quietly. His grip loosened but the fire in his eyes never waned. "Is that all you think of me? That I'm selfish?" Her eyes dropped to the floor for a moment and his hand went to her chin, raising it and drawing her gaze back up to him.

"Of course not," he whispered. The heated argument simmered and left a smokey haze of sexual tension in the room. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips. His mouth parted as he ran his hand along her jaw and to the nape of her neck.

With little hesitation and an abundance of passion he drew her closer and gently closed his mouth on to hers. Her eyes closed and she didn't move, afraid to even break for a moment from the gentleness of his touch. She parted her lips and invited his tongue to join hers and he willingly obliged.

It would never be the same, she would always have the lingering scent of Klaus on her skin. The feel of his stubble tickling across her face, the touch of his hand gently palming the back of her head, and the sensation of her stomach fluttering as his tongue tangled with hers. Even before the kiss he had touched her heart and, in that moment, he had permanently imprinted himself to it.

Caroline felt the sudden urge to touch him, to hold on to him as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. She deepened the kiss and pressed her body firmly up against him. She was lost in the moment, and wanted to wander even further in to his forbidden touch.

He pushed her back and his lips left hers, "Caroline," is all he said. He could sense the urgency in her touch and knew she wanted more. She didn't open her eyes and brought his mouth back in to their embrace. Her hands ran down his torso and began to lift his shirt. He grasped her hands, "Wait."

"Why?" she asked and continued her pursuit. "Another place. Another time. All signs point to..."

He stopped her words with a muffled laugh, as he remembered her earlier quip about hot hybrid sex. His shirt was over his head before he could deny her again and he responded by reaching down and freeing her of her own. She pushed him back and before his head hit the bed she was on him, kissing his neck and running her hands along his bare chest.

She didn't want to think about her actions, she wanted to live in the moment. His skin felt so good against her own. His hands moved behind her and unclasped her bra and his hands moved under the wire and grasped her breasts before removing it completely. She threw her body against him and moaned as her nipples rubbed against him, hardening in an instant.

He pulled her up and darted his tongue out to before engulfing her perfect mounds with his mouth. He kneaded and sucked, alternating between the pair as her hips started to slowly grind against him.

He flung her on her back and pressed against her as his mouth devoured hers once more. She moaned and writhed under him as he slipped one hand down and unbuttoned her jeans. He felt the heat escape as he traced his hands along the edges of her panties before bringing his hand under and palming her sex. She moaned in to his mouth as his fingers moved between her folds to find the key to her pleasure.

His hand worked diligently, alternating between gentle strokes and aggressive pressure, bringing her to the brink only to lower her back down to begin the steady rise of her orgasm once more. On her final rise to the top, he replaced his fingers with his thumb and plunged his finger deep inside her. He pumped it in and out of her until finally liberating her from her torture as her mouth broke from his to allow a vocal appreciation of the work completed.

Without hesitation he removed her pants completely, and his as well, before climbing back to her kiss. He moved his erection against her slick folds, feeling it tremor with the pursuit of its destination.

Caroline moved her hand down and grasped him, showing him the same affection by alternating the speed of her strokes. A low growl broke free from him as she moved the tip to her entrance, moving it in circles against her.

His hands moved her arms up over her head and held them in place. He opened his eyes to meet hers and noticed she was smiling up at him. Her blonde hair was strewn across the bed, her beautiful body was molded perfectly against him and it was more than he could bare. The connection between them had deepened with that look and his eyes remained on hers as he pushed himself inside of her.

She shuttered as he slid along her walls, plunging himself completely inside of her. He moved in and out of her, not leaving her gaze for a moment. He groaned with every pump and her breathing became more rapid and she felt the burning need to touch him.

"Let go of my hands," she insisted. He released his hold and she immediately ran her fingers down his back, dragging her nails back up. She pulled him closer, feeling his bare chest press up against her as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside.

In an instant he was on his knees and she wrapped her legs around him as he pulled her up in to a sitting position. She found freedom in her new position and matched his pumps with a roll of her hips, bringing him further inside her. She clung to him and cupped his face before kissing him, matching the rhythm of their tongues with the rhythm of their bodies.

Stars began to twinkle behind her eyelids when he stopped his pumping and held her firmly in place. His dick buried so deep inside of her as he pushed her closer, putting pressure on her clitoris and making painfully tiny movements. The pressure began to build as she began to peak once more at his subtle movements. She was going to cum again, and she braced the back of his neck and he kissed and licked her neck and her collarbone. Every nerve in her body was screaming at her as the first wave of her orgasm began to crash down.

Before her final release, he threw her back down on her back and with her legs dangling over his shoulders and her hips in the air, he pressed in to her and pumped in and out of her with rapid speed. She screamed out with each pump, as layer upon layer of her orgasm ripped through her body.

He watched her below him, as her breasts moved in time with his thrusts. Her screams spurred him on, until her back arched one final time and her walls crumbled upon him, tightening their grip. He continued his thrusting, holding her hips and banging them against him until finding his own release. As the final ripple moved through him he brought her back in to a seated position and crashed his mouth to hers.

Her legs wrapped around him once more, and her hands moved through the curls at the nape of his neck. She held on to him tightly, not ready for the parting of their flesh. She kissed him long and hard as the aftershocks of their orgasms continued.

She broke the kiss and draped her head upon his shoulder, her lips gently kissing his neck. He laid them both down, staying inside of her as he did, and kissed her again.

"Hot hybrid sex," she whispered and traced her finger along his jaw.