Here's Part Three. Oh goodness! If you haven't read Part I or Part II you may want to do that. However, this little drabble holds its own for sure. Enjoy!

After leaving her house, Caroline was feeling a little insecure and a lot guilty. How were they going to spend an evening together after they just spent the first part of it doing things that were so inappropriate but so...amazing?

The closest they had ever been was when they were dancing, and now they had been far more intimate. Pleasuring each other and reveling in the cries that they elicited from one another was exhilarating. Even the small kiss she finally gave in to, was more passionate than anything she had ever experienced.

As soon as she got to the pageant, her responsibilities took over. It was a much needed distraction to her otherwise confusing evening. He kept his distance, letting her do what was needed to make the event successful.

She had just given the orchestra a talking to, when he sauntered up to her.

"And how am I doing?"

"You're...perfect. Which is so totally annoying that I can't even look at you," she teased and smiled warmly at him.

In that moment Tyler and Hayley arrived, arm and arm, and seeing them together made her stomach roil over. She thought it was because she didn't like seeing them together, or because she would eventually have to confess what happened between Klaus and her, but really it was because she knew Tyler and her were done. It may be a ruse now, but she couldn't deny her feelings for Klaus any longer.

The rest of the night was spent in pleasant conversation, a few cocktails and a dance or two. He surprised her with his humanity when he shared stories from his past and teased her about her pre-vampire life. He left her side only once, and it was when she was presenting the Pageant contestants. She could see him in the crowd, and she ached to be near him. He smiled at her and the images of him smiling up from between her legs, made her stomach flip-flop and her heart skip more than one beat.

The night began to dwindle down, as guests made their exit. She hadn't thought through the remainder of the evening, but had a small feeling that Klaus wasn't ready to part ways just yet. He showed her as much, when his hand would linger a bit too long, drawing small circles on her lower back. Or when he would whisper reminders of how she screamed out his name and how much he appreciated her strong and diligent "handy work" from before.

The question that remained was, did she want to see the night through? Did she want to continue where they left off? Yes. God yes, she wanted to. It would, irrevocably, be a night she would never forget, but would also complicate the situation even further. She knew this, and frankly their earlier trysts had her mind reeling and fuzzled enough as it was.

"So, this has been a lovely evening," he whispered. "What are your plans for the rest of the night?" He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, the heat from his fingers seemed to travel from the curve of her ear all the way down to her toes.

"I...I..." was all she could come up with. He had to have known how weak he was making her. If he pushed a little further she would have no choice but to give in to his sultry invitations. She had come up with another quest in order to evade his question. "I have to go check on the clean up crew," she said quickly. "I'll be right back!"

"And I'll be here," he said. A knowing smile was the last she saw before hurrying up the stairs to the Lockwood Mansion.

She didn't need to find the clean up crew, they already knew what needed to happen. What she needed was a moment to think. She crept through the mansion and in to the small bathroom that was down the service hall and near the kitchen. Nobody was around, all the attendees were bustling around outside.

She closed the door behind her and went to the sink, placing her hands on either side and taking a few deep breaths. She'd let the nerves settle, and contemplate her next move. Did she want him to take her home? She knew tomorrow would bring a fresh perspective, and force her back to reality, but Lord knew she wasn't ready for that.

Get a hold of yourself Caroline, she told herself.

Her inner dialogue was interrupted by a soft knocking at the door, "Someone's in here." She hollered.

"Oh sorry," she heard a female voice say.

It was enough of an interruption to bring her out of her funk. She glanced in the mirror and straightened her dress. She would just have to wing it. Let the chips fall where they may. He may be Klaus, but he was just another guy trying to get in her pants, and she held all the cards.

She reached for the door handle and swung it open in her new found confidence. Before she could cross the threshold a pair of deep blue eyes were rushing at her and strong hands were gripping her shoulders and pushing her back.

"Klaus, what are you-"

He didn't let her finish. He crashed his lips to hers, kicking the door closed behind him. "I'm helping you make up your mind, love," he asserted and traced his tongue along her jaw and ran his hands up her sides.

This was not what she expected. He was taking control again, and here she thought she would be able to tell him no. This thought quickly left her mind, as she succumbed to his advances. His mouth trailing down her throat. His hands moving up her thighs, inching her skirt up higher and higher.

He kissed her hard and she closed her eyes and took pleasure in the way his tongue seemed to match each movement of hers. How it explored and twisted and teased. His hand cupped her face before running through her hair and down her neck, sending familiar shivers through her body.

It was alarming how quickly he turned her on. One minute she's put together and dominant, and the next he had her instantly dripping wet. He pulled her dress up to her waist and slipped a hand between her legs. Her readiness no longer a secret as his fingers slid easily between her lips.

Their mouths fueled with fury and hunger, breaking for moments at a time to gasp and moan. He continued his meticulous attention between her legs, while she reached down to loosen his belt, not wanting to wait any longer to hold him in her hands once again.

As her hand found its way down his pants, she smiled in his mouth when she felt how rock hard he was. He was throbbing and growing even more as she slowly worked his shaft, gaining appreciative groans as her grip grew tighter.

"Klaus?" she said. "Don't make me wait any longer." There was no need for foreplay, their earlier rendezvous already playing through her mind all evening, was sufficient enough.

Her simple wish was immediately fulfilled, as he released her sex from his hands, and drove his dick hard and rough inside her.

"Oh. Oh. OOOOOH!" she screamed as her back slammed against the wall over and over again.

There was nothing gentle about it. Nothing soothing or patient. The animals inside of them were clawing to the surface, ardently looking for a sweet escape.

He held back only a little, waiting to hear his Caroline scream in pleasure before allowing his own release. It didn't take long, as her head rolled back, her hands tightened around his neck, and his name finally sounded out of her swollen mouth.

Her walls were drenched in her sweet sap, dripping down his cock allowing him to push further inside of her, moving easily and spurring him on toward his own delectable end.

"Fuck!" was all he said when he finished, filling her up and relaxing against her body. Her hands went through his hair, as he laid his head across her chest and she smiled at the intimate gesture.

The door to the bathroom suddenly burst open.

"Caroline, are you in he-"

Tyler stood there with his eyes wide and his jaw clenched.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"