A Little Taste
Not porn, but not exactly safe for work.
"Leaving so soon, love?" Klaus asks, more amused than anything else. He is watching a naked Caroline try and locate her clothing amongst the chaos of his room
"I'm late," she comments, picking her bra up from off the floor.
"Late for?" The Original inquires, still laid out on the king sized bed. He's propped his arms up behind his head, in order to see her better. His upper body remains completely exposed while the only thing covering his lower half is a sheet made from egyptian cotton.
Caroline is doing her best to avoid looking his way.
"For-" and she searches for an excuse before lamely offering, "things," as an answer to his question. The blonde fumbles, trying to pull her pants on, and Klaus enjoys the view of her ass it gives him.
"Ah, I see," his response is placating, and he tries not to laugh at her obvious attempt to flee from their post coital bliss. "When can I see you again?"
"How about," Caroline begins, pretending to think about it for a moment, "a quarter to never?" She throws her blouse on and groans when she realizes some of the buttons are now missing. "Seriously?" she asks, turning her head to glare at the Original.
Klaus simply shrugs his shoulders and smiles, not at all ashamed for the damage done to her clothing. After all, she had been just as guilty; ripping the buckle right off his favourite belt when she had grown frustrated with it. His little vampire had been so eager then.
"I promise to buy you another one, sweetheart. In fact, I'll have several brought here so that-"
"I had a momentary lapse in judgement," she interrupts him, but when he doesn't look at all convinced, she yells. "That's all that this was!"
"A momentary lapse would imply that it only lasted for a moment, love," he explains slyly, before licking his lips and smiling proudly to himself. "I recall our little session taking significantly longer than that."
"Oh my God!" she screams, stomping out of the room. "Goodbye, Klaus," she states, with an air of finality, before departing.
"I'll see you later, Caroline," he says, knowing that she can still hear him from down the hall.
Klaus is confident that this won't be the last time Caroline Forbes shares his bed.
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"I hate you," she stresses. Her chest is heaving, and Klaus is mesmerized by the rise and fall of her delectable breasts.
"No," he laughs, shaking his head. "You don't."
She stands on the tips of her toes, and looks down at him. "Yes," she hisses, breath dancing across his face in the most delightful manner. "I do."
"No," he repeats, and loops his arms around her. He applies pressure to her lower back, so that she falls into him and the distance between them closes. "You don't."
They hold one another's gaze, until the heat radiating between them threatens to start a fire.
Their lips crash together in a kiss that is full of hunger and passion. His large, red lips dominate Caroline's, while her fingers weave painfully through his boyish curls.
It's the push and pull that they can't seem to escape.
Klaus needs Caroline to recognize that the connection they share extends beyond the physical, but he also knows she is the one person more stubborn than he is.
When she starts pulling his pants down, and rests her knees on the floor, Klaus decides being patient has its benefits.
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"Do you think that they know?" she wonders, while ripping his shirt open.
"Know what, love?" he asks, distracted. He is rubbing circles on the side of her hip with his thumbs. His lips pucker against the pulse point in her neck, and he can feel the blood moving just beneath the surface. Caroline moans and throws her head back.
"Do you think they know about us?" she asks, slipping her fingers beneath the collar of his shirt and pulling it off of him.
"Oh," he teases, pulling away from her throat to look her in the eye. "So there's an 'us' now?"
"Shut up," she says, letting her fangs drop. She's annoyed with him, but still shows him her vampire face. Caroline lets him know her intent and waits for him to offer his neck to her.
He does so, happily, and lets her enjoy drinking from him for awhile before his hybrid teeth sink into her flesh.
Flavour bursts to life on his tongue and the world becomes a vibrant, red hue.
Their blood sharing has brought them an intimacy Klaus himself has never known. He can sense her desire, feel it as keenly as his own. The more he drinks, the more potent the taste of her blood becomes.
And then, he senses, a shift.
No more words are exchanged as they lose themselves to one another
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"Please," she begs, on the brink of an orgasm, "Klaus!"
"I want to hear you say it, Caroline," the hybrid taunts, from between her sinfully toned thighs.
"Seriously?!" she asks, pelvis lifting up from the bed, exasperated and desperate for him to finish her off.
He flicks her clit with his tongue, once, in response.
"Oh my God!" she cries, unable to find release. "I don't hate you! Ok? Happy?!" she relents. Her hands fist the sheets beneath her as she squirms under his intent gaze. "Put your mouth back on me!" she screams.
"Sweetheart-" he starts to tell her.
"What?" she growls, incensed that he isn't doing what she wants him to. What she needs him to.
"It would seem that my sister has arrived back early from her trip. She's just walked in the front door."
"Yes," Rebekah responds from downstairs, letting them both know that she can hear everything. "I did."
"I hate you so much," she groans, rolling over and burying her face in a pillow.
But, they both know, she doesn't really mean it.
