Caroline took a deep breath feeling as if with one look he had crawled inside of her soul and built a home.
Her lips parted exhaling as he reached her his lips lingering rather closely to hers than a friend should have.
"Klaus," she sighed making the curve of his mouth upturn before he moved closer his arms wrapping around her waist.
"I've missed you old friend," he murmured pecking her lips gently before his mouth trailed down her neck making her blood boil with pleasure.
"Shut up," she bite out as he sucked on her pulse point making her body shake with excitement as her nails dug into his shoulders moaning.
"Do you like that," he asked ignoring her protest, teasing knowing full well just how much she enjoyed when he kissed her skin making the Earth move beneath her feet.
She moaned again crying out as her hands pushed him closer to the heat of her breasts down lower as he lifted her from the ground making their bodies level.
He groaned in merriment as their bodies collided perfectly grinding with much effort his fingers splaying down her back before creeping down her back side making her cry his name again.
His teeth scraped at her flesh as he recalled what it was like so long ago, tasting her in every sense, her blood, her flesh, her lips both of them.
His eyes shut at the thought needing to be free of the imprisoning clothing wrapping around them closer than he'd like.
"Just take it off already," she cried pulling at her dress as he grinned at her impatience thinking the same thing as his fingers skillfully ripped the dress in two.
"There's always that something about you Love," he whispered with a hunger from deep down inside as she removed him of the heavy weight of his clothing.
Even as he took her he cradled her to him his touches soft and hard, his kisses everything she had ever dreamed of.
Caroline was lost in the miracle of Niklaus Mikaelson, to everyone else his soul was a dead one but to her it was as if he needed to be released.
The word gave her memories and ideas, she craved to make a place for his heart to come back to every night, every moment he needed it.
With her kisses and touched with every moment her body collided with his she hoped and wished that he realized she had no plans to leave.
Klaus felt her different, eager, not to please and not that she wasn't but as if she was savoring the way their bodies held united even in the points in their lives they held.
He felt the way she ran her fingers over him, like he was the only one she needed, he felt lost in her rapture even as he kissed her he craved her.
The rest of the night melted into something spectacular causing him to see stars every single time he blinked behind the lids of his eyes.
Caroline felt the weight of his love hover and then captivate her as it never had before his fingers crawling into her hair clutching at the curls by her face wet from her effort as she rode him.
She felt a haze hit her taking her to another high only he could bring her to, she swore in that moment his eyes were more blue than she had ever seen them as she came with Klaus watching her.
When the lust wore off they dressed in silence, love and sex lingering in the air as they helped one another dress before Klaus found his missing boot across the way.
Caroline watched the way he moved with an observant and desire filled eye, her breath caught as she tried to turn and look away before he caught her looking.
He laced his boot feeling her watching with a hidden smile he watched with back staring at the way the backless dress lined her beautiful back and in that moment he couldn't help it.
He walked right up to her as she stilled with a line of a grin still left on her face at the thought of what had just transpired. She felt his gruff hands feather down the line of her. "I always wondered how deep your blush went," he paused leaning into her as he whispered "Now I know."