Mates
She woke as soon as the sun touched the skyline, the air dewy, the dirt feeling like wet mulch beneath her naked skin. She had curled herself into a ball in her sleep and now she stretched her sore arms up as she sat herself down. Her head turned in awareness hearing someone one come closer, a man by his scent.
"You can come out," she calls in the middle of stretching her back wondering how vigorous her night was, "I know you're there," Caroline tells him.
She can feels his smile before she meets him, tell how tall and toned he is as she stands, "And you can top checking out my backside while you're at it."
"I wish I could extend my grievances but they would be fictitious," the man says with an accent that plays with her overworked body.
He progresses towards her as naked as she making Caroline's body react accordingly to his something he notes with pride. Though he stops a feet feet away watching her as she reaches up in the tree for the bag she hung there she hardly feels threatened. In fact Caroline can tell he trusts her not to try anything on him either as she lets the bag drop.
She smiles at him before going to her knees to zip the bag open, Right, pants?" she asks tossing him the spare gray warm ups she keeps.
"I'm fine thanks," he says waving her offer off causing her stomach to flip and not be sure if it's a good or bad feeling.
Caroline tosses them his way, "You're naked and I need you to not be," she says determined to not jump him right there in the woods.
He smiles watching her take him in his eyes almost telling her he would very much like to take her against a tree. She only breaks to tug on her camisole and lace briefs covering the essentials. He has the cheek to look put out by that as the waistband of his pants snaps in place.
Caroline looks at his eyes hoping he knows she just as disappointed in him for hiding no matter if she asked him to.
He reaches out helping her up, she gasps in surprise, "Did you feel that?" she asks watching the gleam in his eyes grow to recognition.
"No," he lies plain as day when he takes his hand back clenching and unclenching to shake off the feeling.
Her eyes twinkle, "Liar," she mutters finding her own pants and pulling them on and grabbing the bag.
"It's Klaus actually," he replies with a grin,"Do you live around here?" he asks in the same breath.
"Yes," she answers walking in the other direction to see if he might follow, "About a half a mile that way."
He falls into an easy stride with her, "In the mood," he asks making her lift her brow, "For some tea?" he laughs.
She blushes, "I'd rather die of thirst, thanks," she says pinning him with a knowing gaze that tea would lead to other hot things.
"You might," he murmurs, "Last night's run was draining for the both of us," he says with an ease that makes her pause.
It flashes in her mind, her morph, finding him, a dance of wolves transpiring under the veil of night. The enthralling chase that led to a long night of sex even after the moon disappeared. Long after his eyes changed from hazel to blue as he took her muttering her name along her neck.
"I thought that was a dream," she whispers feeling her stomach drop in realization as he watches.
Klaus looks almost sympathetic to her lapse in memory, but she feels him smug too, like he banged her brains out. She hits his bare shoulder making him duck easily when she does it again causing him to grip her waist pulling her against him. His lips mold hers in the most enticing fashion, as she recalls falling asleep in these arms.
His hands twining in her mussed curls as his tongue rules over her own, "Sorry Sweetheart," he murmurs, "I'm yours."
