Hey guys! So, initially I was going to update tomorrow for Klaroline AU week Adversary day, buuuut I work all day tomorrow and this was basically done for a few days, so I'm jumping the gun and posting today (You're welcome Caryn). Thank you all for the reviews from last chapter :) It means so much to me and it really keeps me writing, seriously.
This is the heavily requested Klaus POV chapter, which I'm super freaking nervous about it. Thanks to Miranda for holding my hand Saturday when I was finishing up, Angie for helping me with synonyms ;). Also, I posted a drabble for Erika's bday yesterday without smut, but here is some for her that hopefully makes up for it :)
Please don't shoot me.
He loved Wednesdays.
Klaus focused on the drawing in front of him, his concentration drowning out the annoying chatter of Aurora beside him.. She was flipping her hair over her shoulder and looking at him with a sexy pout, but he barely noticed. The redhead was talented when it came to art, but she had a slight psychotic glint to her eyes that was entirely off-putting to Klaus.
Plus, she wasn't the one he was interested in.
He looked up from his sketch, his eyes roaming over his muse once more before dropping back down to his work.
His muse didn't noticed.
She never did.
Her blonde head was staring down at her lunch, looking stressed. She had been in a funk all week from afar, picking at her food or half-heartedly laughing at the jokes her friends would tell. Klaus found it strange, but he'd noticed a shift in her the past few months. She was changing. Her group of friends were loud as always. The football players were either yelling or laughing at something, the cheerleaders whispering about each other conspiratorially, and then there was Caroline.
She wasn't like them. Instead of being the superficial airhead he'd likened her to nearly a year ago, Caroline proved him wrong.
Strong, beautiful, and full of light.
Caroline was different.
She was so much more than a pretty face.
She was everything that was good. There was a different side of her that only Klaus got to see.
The way she laughed, genuinely laughed when something was funny. The way she reached out to his younger sister, who always had trouble fitting in. The Mikaelsons weren't exactly the easiest brood to get along with, and Caroline slid in easily with them.
There was a beauty to her that no one else seemed to discover except him, and he's been trying for over a year to capture it on paper.
The new guy, Jesse something, was sitting next to her and was trying to engage her in conversation as she picked at her food. Klaus felt a familiar pang of jealousy as he stewed in his seat, trying to keep from snapping his pencil in half. He watched Caroline and Jesse at the dance last Friday, slow dancing during a few songs. Klaus had seen the familiar look in Jesse's eyes that he was sure reflected in his when he was around Caroline, but she didn't seem to notice.
Which was good for him.
He puts on a good show with her. Caroline had no idea how quickly Klaus had fallen for her after the arrangement began. She drove him crazy with her smiles, the way she sighed when he kissed her, and how amazing she felt wrapped around him, her soft curves pressing into him.
She tried to put off a good front with him, but he could tell things were changing. Klaus prided himself on not caring, but when Caroline looked at him...he had hope.
Hope was something he rarely felt.
Caroline looked up, her lip caught between her teeth. Her blue eyed gaze fell on him, and he raised his eyebrows at her. Her cheeks colored and she shot him a shy smile before pushing a curl behind her ear. Klaus bit down on his pencil, trying to hide the smirk that was threatening to expose him.
The signal.
Last week was all about taking care of her, one of Klaus' favorite past times. However, Caroline did promise to make it up to him. And he did enjoy it so much when she did.
He returned to his drawing with vigor, focusing on the curve of her lips and the softness in her expression. His latest likeness of her was the afternoon in the locker room, her cheeks flushed with arousal and her hair tousled as she worked to clean the mirror.
It was the first time he felt something shift between them, that maybe his feelings weren't so one-sided.
"What are you working on, Niklaus?" Aurora asked, tapping on his back.
"It's Klaus," he retorted, rolling his eyes.
"I'm just trying to be proper," the redhead said, her eyes wide with innocence.
Klaus scoffed, looking over at her. "You aren't my mother. Don't call me that."
"Well, I would hope not," she purred, putting a cold hand on his arm.
He ripped his arm away with a sigh and scooted in his seat further down the table. Aurora pouted, widening her eyes as she propped her chin up on her hands.
"You are so grumpy today," she remarked.
Klaus snorted. "I treat you like this every day. One of these days you'll realize I'm not interested."
"Niklaus, you know how much I love it when you play hard to get," Aurora teased, slapping him playfully on the arm.
He let out a low growl, feeling his eyes roll to the back of his head in irritation. She was certifiable.
"I don't know why you keep pushing me away," she mused, batting her lashes at him. "We could be magical together."
Klaus resisted the urge to burst out laughing, instead keeping his eyes trained on his picture. He heard the same argument from the redhead every week. Her family had moved in from Europe nearly six months ago, and she had immediately taken to him because he had an accent similar to hers. It didn't help that his art teacher had paired him with her for a project, something that Aurora was extremely happy about.
Klaus hated it.
"Just because you're from Europe like me, doesn't mean we're soulmates," he said tiredly.
Aurora laughed like that was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. "Oh, Niklaus, one day you'll realize. It's fate that we were paired together in class."
"Oh, I'm very aware it's not," Klaus turned to look at her. "It's just a project."
She leaned in, smiling at him suggestively. He bit back an insult before feeling the heat of a gaze on him.
Caroline.
He could tell without looking.
Instead of continuing his never-ending debate with Aurora, he turned back to his drawing. He hid a smug smile, knowing that Caroline was probably glaring daggers at her. Her face usually did nothing to conceal her unwarranted jealousy towards the redhead.
Aurora was nothing to him.
Caroline was everything.
The bell rang, interrupting his thoughts. Klaus felt a thrill go down his spine, unconsciously anticipating the next period.
God, he loved Wednesdays.
A familiar flowery scent passed by him before he could even look up, and he smirked, knowing exactly who it was. Klaus looked over his shoulder, licking his bottom lip at the way Caroline sashayed down the hall, her jeans clinging to the long legs he constantly fantasized about wrapped around his waist.
"Walk me to class, Niklaus?" Aurora asked, blinking at him. "I'm working on the sculpture for our project."
"I can't," he gritted out in annoyance, but grinned over at his friend Marcel who was holding back a laugh a few steps away. "Marcel asked me if he could though."
If looks could kill, Klaus would be dead and buried.
Aurora frowned at Marcel, wrinkling her nose. Klaus just chuckled, clapping him on the back before hurrying towards his locker. He shoved his sketchbook in it, looking around covertly to see if Caroline was still in the hall. There was no one around her locker, everybody else hurrying to their next class.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, pacing down the hall lazily to the far end of the school where his favorite closet was. Normally, he beat her there, but she seemed impatient after lunch, something that made Klaus extremely excited about. He ignored everybody that he passed in the hallways, keeping his eyes firmly down on the ground as he trudged through the crowd.
When he reached the closet, he checked around to make sure that it was abandoned before tapping on the door five times with his index finger. There was a pause and the door flew open, a mess of blonde curls pulling him in with a musical giggle.
Klaus couldn't help but smile, finding himself pushed up against the door and Caroline's soft curves pressing into him. Her lips crashed onto his, drawing out a low moan.
He'd been hard since last week.
He caressed her cheek with his hand, his other splaying across her back as their lips moved together in tandem. Caroline threaded her fingers through the curls on the back of his neck, her fingernails digging into his skin and he rolled his hips against hers in response. He swallowed her moan, thrusting his tongue between her teeth as his hand brushed down her sides, moving to the curve of her bottom.
Her fingers scraped down his back, and a tremor went down his spine as he pressed himself against her. She wrapped her leg around him, grinding insistently as they continued to kiss frantically. Klaus broke away with a groan, kissing a line down her neck before lightly biting her collarbone.
Caroline threw her head back, cursing under her breath when Klaus' hand drifted down her stomach to press a finger against her jean-covered center. He sucked harder on her neck when he felt the heat there, eyes nearly rolling back into his head when her hand gripped him through his pants.
"Wait, wait," she breathed, taking a step back.
Klaus let go of her, giving her a confused look. "What's wrong?"
Caroline just bit her lip with a coy smile and whipped off her top, slackening Klaus' jaw. She was bare underneath her sweater, her dusty pink nipples hardened into tight buds. His breath hitched as he brushed a finger across the soft skin of her breasts, and she hummed quietly as her eyes shut.
He would never get tired of the noises she made.
"No bra?" he mused, licking down her breasts.
Her chest rose unsteadily as her breathing shallowed, fingers fisting into his hair.
"I took it off after lunch," she gasped as he enveloped a nipple between his lips.
He tugged at it with his teeth, swirling his tongue around the hard bud. Dragging his tongue between her cleavage, he rolled her neglected nipple between his fingers.
"Uncomfortable?" he teased.
She shook her head, whining when he nibbled on the soft skin of her breast.
"I just needed you to touch me before I returned the favor."
Klaus' eyes widened and he released her breast with a pop as he stood straight. He quirked a brow at her lustful grin and folded his arms across his chest.
"Oh?"
She bit her lip as her hands danced under the hem of his henley. Her nails scratched against his abs and he had to keep from groaning out loud when she pressed a kiss to his neck. Her hands dipped under the waistband of his pants, teasing the base of his cock with a swipe of the finger. His hips jerked, and hands fell to her sides as he squeezed gently.
"I did promise," she whispered against his skin, biting his shoulder.
"I do recall," he gritted between his teeth, grinding into her thigh when she licked the base of his neck.
Her nipples were hard against his shirt, and he shrugged off the offending material when she tugged at it. Klaus pulled her close, both of them gasping when their skin slid against each other. The heat of her body only fueled his arousal, the bite of his zipper pressing into his aching length.
His hand explored the smooth skin of her back, tickling her side to hear that musical laugh of hers again. When her laughter died down, Caroline pulled away, her blue eyes darkening with lust. She dropped to her knees, and Klaus swallowed heavily.
She made do of his belt in a hurry, pressing hot open mouth kisses along his waistband. His cock twitched against her cheek, and she smirked, kissing him through the fabric. Klaus' mouth went dry and his head hit the door as he buried his fingers into her blonde tresses. She pulled off his belt and unbuttoned his pants, yanking down them along with his boxers.
Klaus licked his dry lips, his eyes on Caroline as she took in his erection. Her gaze flitted up to him, and there was something different in her eyes that he couldn't quite figure out. A small smile crept across her lips and she blinked, breaking the moment. Her hot breath blew over the tip of his cock and he groaned, his hips bucking towards her.
With a sly grin, Caroline took him into her hands and began to slowly stroke. Her thumb swiped over the tip and Klaus jerked, cursing his weakness. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, swirling along the head before releasing it.
"Caroline," he grunted, tightening his grip in her hair.
She just smirked against his thighs, nibbling at the hard muscles there as she continued to lazily stroke him.
"Please, sweetheart," he begged, his eyes falling shut as her pace picked up.
"What do you want?" she asked lightly, pressing a kiss to his tip.
"Take me into your mouth," he ordered, biting the inside of his cheek when she sucked the head of him between her lips.
She released him with a pop and smiled devilishly. "Like that?"
"Love," he nearly whined. "Please."
Caroline licked his cock once more before taking him all the way in her mouth. Klaus moaned in relief, settling against the door comfortably. Her tongue swirled around him playfully as her hand followed the motions of her mouth. Her teeth lightly scraped against the sensitive skin and the nerve endings in his body tightened with every stroke of the tongue.
Klaus stilled his hips, trying to hold back to urge to fuck her mouth as she picked up the pace. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him hard, and Klaus bit his lip roughly, nearly drawing blood to keep from shouting. Caroline moaned around him, the vibrations fanning the flames of tension in his lower belly. Her hand drifted down her torso to caress her breasts and Klaus' fingers twitched to touch them.
He absently wished they were back on his bed where she could suck him off while he made her come with his tongue.
She was a vision when she came.
Her hand glided down from her chest and slid underneath her jeans. Klaus swallowed, his eyes on her hand as she stroked herself under the thick material. Caroline's other hand was still stroking his cock, her tongue swirling around him as she continued to pleasure him.
Up until now, Klaus thought Caroline riding him was the most erotic vision he'd ever seen. But it was nothing compared to her half-naked, kneeling on the floor with him in her mouth as she touched herself to an orgasm.
"That's it, sweetheart," Klaus groaned, loving the way she gasped against him. "Touch yourself for me."
She loved dirty talk.
Caroline sped up her strokes, sucking him harder and Klaus bit his lip to muffle his moan. The hand beneath her jeans sped up as she drew closer and his grip tightened in her hair once more.
He felt the familiar stirrings of his orgasm and he tried to push her off. "Love, I'm going to-"
She shook her head, swallowing around him as she continued to pump him frantically with her hand. He watched her continue to pleasure herself, moaning against his cock as she began to fall apart. Watching her fly over the edge was too much for Klaus and he muttered out a warning before spilling into her mouth.
Caroline slowed her motions, removing her hand from her jeans as she swallowed his arousal. Klaus shuddered against the door, his head falling limply against the hard wood. Caroline licked his tip once more to make sure he was clean before standing back up. He caught her hand, sucking her fingers into his mouth as he licked her juices off.
Caroline's eyes darkened at that and kissed him heatedly, their tongues battling and hands groping as their skin slid against each other. Klaus could taste himself on her tongue, and he groaned as his grip on her tightened.
She smiled against his lips and pushed him away gently, smirking at the noise of protest he made.
"That was amazing," he murmured, pulling her back to him.
She hummed as he kissed down her neck.
"Mind-blowing. Erotic. Sexy." He punctuated every point with a kiss down her neck.
Caroline just smiled before stepping out of his grip. Klaus grinned and pulled up his pants, dressing quickly when she tossed his shirt at him. Caroline secured her bra and shirt and she watched him unabashedly, flushing when he noticed her staring.
"See something you like?" he teased.
She rolled her eyes, but picked at the hem of her shirt. He went to pull her in for a goodbye kiss and she danced out of his grip, a weird smile on her face. Klaus clasped his hand behind her back, tilting his head at her as she shuffled in her shoes. The air around them had changed. Caroline couldn't quite look him in the eyes, and she kept nervously playing with her fingers.
"Caroline?"
She looked up, biting her bottom lip as she looked over his shoulder.
"Hmm?" she asked.
"You okay?"
Caroline just nodded, pressing her lips together as she looked down. Klaus continued to peer at her, not buying it. She was nervous about something, and it was making him feel extremely uncomfortable and not relaxed like he was a few minutes before.
He sighed, crossing his arms across his chest. "What is it?"
She looked up, her blue eyes conflicted as she continued to fiddle with her shirt.
"Well, last Friday at the dance," she began. "Something happened."
Klaus rolled his eyes. "We made out in the hallway and I made you come with my fingers."
Her cheeks heated and she bit back a smile. Klaus smirked victoriously, memorizing the way the pink blush looked against her creamy skin so he could paint it later.
"No, something else did."
"Okay," he said slowly.
"Jesse asked me out on a date."
Klaus felt his stomach jump in his throat and breath caught, forcing his expression to stay passive. Caroline was watching him, looking unsure as she played with her hands.
"What did you say?" he managed to get up, moving his gaze from her to the floor. "To him."
No.
Tell him no.
"I said yes," she murmured, dropping her eyes to the ground.
No.
Wrong answer.
"Oh."
Caroline looked up, shuffling closer to him to where she standing directly in front of him. Her piercing gaze was centered on his, and Klaus forced himself to keep a cool look. His hands tightened into fists and he resisted the urge to turn around and punch a hole in the wooden door. Everything that Klaus thought he knew about their connection was suddenly put into question.
This is what happens when he starts to hope.
Everything blows up in his face.
"Do you like him?" he asked, surprised to hear how steady his voice was.
Caroline licked her bottom lip and watched him, a jolt going down his back when their gazes met.
Klaus held his breath, cursing the way his heart pounded as he waited for her answer.
No.
No.
Say no.
"I don't know," she said finally.
Wrong answer, again.
"I mean, I don't even know the guy so I don't know if I even like him or not," she continued, nearly babbling. "He just wants to take me out to dinner and I said yes because-
"Because why?" he interrupted.
"I-I don't know," she repeated.
Klaus ran a hand through his hair, wanting nothing more than to get out of the suffocating closet.
"I just wanted to tell you because-" she trailed off.
He raised his eyes at her, folding his arms across his chest.
"Because I-I don't know what's going to happen, but I don't want to stop this," she stammered.
"You can't have both," Klaus snapped.
He wasn't enough for her.
She wanted more.
"I know," she said softly. "Which is why I'm going to go out with him, and then next Wednesday we can talk about it. I mean, we never discussed what to do when one of us wanted to date."
Klaus chuckled sardonically, feeling anger bubble up inside him and he shook his head.
"Okay?" she asked, her blue eyes watching him pleadingly.
Klaus swallowed and rolled his eyes, trying to pretend he wasn't fuming on the inside. "Fine."
"Thank you," she murmured.
Klaus just blew out a deep sigh and turned around. "Whatever."
"Wait, you don't have to leave yet-" she started.
"I have to go meet Aurora for a project," he bit out, hating himself at the way her face seemed to fall.
"Oh."
As much as he wanted to tell her that Aurora meant nothing to him, he was too angry at her and that fucking Jesse kid to explain.
He nodded, trying to quirk his lips up in his signature smirk. It came out kind of shaky and she winced in response. He opened the door and tapped on the door to let her know the coast was clear before booking it down the hall.
His head swam with frustration, and he didn't both to turn around to see if Caroline was following him. He needed to do something, to paint something. To rip something apart, paper or even a person at this point.
Or to sock Jesse in the jaw.
"Nik?"
He looked up, sighing when he saw his sister standing to the side of the hallway. Her head was tilted, arms crossed and an assessing look on her face.
"Sister," he nodded, sidling up next to her. "What are you doing outside class?"
"Bathroom," she answered, squinting her eyes at him. "You?"
"Free period," he cleared his throat.
She stared at him for a second before nodding, pushing off against the wall she was leaning against.
He looked at her coolly, wondering why she was looking at him so strangely.
"Tell me Nik," Rebekah began, walking closer to him to where she could speak quietly. "When were you going to tell me about you and Caroline?"
Klaus' heart rate tripled but he kept his face neutral. "You've known about the project for weeks."
"No," she shook her head, a wry smile on her face. "When were you going to tell me you were fucking her?"
Klaus' blood ran cold, a sense of panic ripping through him. He cursed and grabbed her arm, pulling her down the hall to an empty classroom.
"Hold your tongue," he hissed.
Her eyes were dancing in amusement, the complete opposite of what he was expecting. Her lips were curved into a smile as she looked at him smugly.
"I knew it."
Klaus sighed, running his shaking hands through his hair. "You know nothing."
Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Come on Nik, you two weren't exactly quiet at the house a while back. Scandal can only drown out so much."
"Bekah-"
"I've seen you two sneaking off together, even at the dance," she smirked victoriously.
"Who else knows?" he said quietly, glaring at her.
"Just me," she said, grinning at him. "I won't tell anybody. I swear. She's my friend and you're my brother."
Klaus looked at her cautiously, but let out a sigh when he realized she was being honest. He ran a hand over her face, pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off an incoming headache.
"It's rather disgusting, but I think you guys would be good together," his sister smiled, punching him on the arm lightly.
Klaus glared at her. "You can forget that."
"Because of that bloody football player?" Rebekah asked, her lips twisting distaste.
Klaus stayed silent, his jaw setting in annoyance.
"She told me about the date, didn't seem really excited about it," Rebekah murmured, touching his arm. "He means nothing to her."
She doesn't know that, neither does Caroline.
But she should know that Klaus wasn't enough.
Klaus shrugged it off. "I don't care. I haven't cared about anything in years."
"Nik-" she tried. "Yes, you do."
"I don't," he sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Oh please, you're smitten, you bloody idiot," Rebekah teased, smacking him lightly on the chest.
Klaus turned away with a huff.
"Enough Bekah!" Klaus growled. "I don't care."
"Yes, you do," she scoffed. "You look like you're about to rip someone's head off."
"I'm not mad," he muttered.
"You technically don't have a right be since he just had the balls to do what you were too scared to do." Rebekah baited.
"Bugger off," he snapped. "Hush your mouth or I'll do it for you."
It was an empty threat.
"Testy," was her gleeful reply. "I'm not scared of you, Nik."
Klaus swallowed, licking his lips as he closed his eyes to calm down. His eyes shifted to the floor before flicking them back to his sister.
"She means nothing to me," he murmured, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Rebekah's lips quirked up. "Lie."
"Leave it," Klaus hissed, turning to leave.
"She makes you happy, Nik," Rebekah tried.
Klaus' shoulders drooped as he halted in his steps. She was infuriatingly right.
"You've been so different lately," Rebekah continued. "Lighter, happier, better."
Klaus looked over his shoulder at her, narrowing his eyes at his sister's sympathetic look. He hated that look more than anything, like he was vulnerable.
He didn't care for pity.
He wouldn't be enough for Caroline. He wasn't the one she wanted.
"Don't give up because of some stupid date that means nothing."
Klaus chuckled sardonically. "I'm not the one that said yes."
"But you aren't the one who asked her out either," Rebekah shot back.
Klaus just shrugged. "I would have if I wanted to date her."
Rebekah rolled her eyes. "You do realize that you're a terrible liar right?"
Klaus smirked deviously, pushing down his feelings as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Rebekah sighed sadly, patting him on the chin as she walked past him towards the hall.
"Don't let her go, Nik."
Klaus just looked back at her, biting his bottom lip.
"She's already gone."
With that, he stalked out of the room, straightening his back as he fell back into his cool facade.
"You're such a fatalist, Nik!" Rebekah called after him, but he ignored her. "You have to have hope."
He can't.
He hated Wednesdays.
*hides* I'M REALLY SORRY GUYS
I know you guys hate me, but this has to happen to get them out of their stubborn ways. Anybody expecting the Rebekah twist? Please review and give me your thoughts! If you can't tell, we are started to wade into the few chapters without smut and I really hope you guys keep reading and reviewing and we'll get back to our regularly schedule smut-schedule soon :)
Until Next Time (I'm sorry, I really am)
Kaitlyn
