Rescue Me

A.N. AHEM….cough ratingchange cough…

Longest. Chapter. Yet. More words for you at the bottom!

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She was trying to kill him. He was sure of it.

From the second she'd walked into the hallway in that poor excuse for a dress and those fuck-me red heels, Klaus knew, beyond a doubt, that he would have to have her. In the beginning, when he'd first met her, it hadn't been much. A basic attraction—nothing more than an attractive man seeing an attractive woman. But then she'd scolded him, stood up to him, sassed him. She'd done something not many people outside of his own siblings had ever done. Especially no woman. He had gotten a glimpse of her strength; her determination. Her light. And suddenly it was more than just an attraction—it was a NEED.

He needed her.

And Caroline Forbes was sure as hell going to make him work for it.

She was purposely torturing him. The way the skin of her thighs had brushed up against him in the cab ride. He'd sat sandwiched between her and Rebekah in the backseat while Stefan conversed pleasantly with the driver, and every curve or stop slid them closer together. He'd cast a sidelong glance at her, a warning in his eye, and she would just keep her gaze straight on the road ahead of them, a small, smug smile on her pretty face.

She'd lean around him to speak to Rebekah—him being unable to truly enjoy the fact that the two women were finally getting along—and her berry scented curls would brush against his shoulder or his chest, and he nearly had to sit on his hands just to keep from wrapping them around his fingers and yanking her face to his.

The merest innocent gesture, and he suddenly felt like he was an awkward teenage boy again.

It was a very uncomfortable car ride, to say the least.

The cab stopped outside a bustling Grill, where people were streaming in and out the doors and music poured into the streets. Klaus didn't know what the party was in honor of, and honestly wondered if anyone in town knew either. Stefan had mentioned it happens once every couple months, someone just got the urge to make Mystic Falls seem like a much more "happening" place than it really was.

He honestly didn't care at this point. All he cared about was getting his arms around the blonde little temptress that sat at his side.

The four of them strode through the doors, Klaus lagging behind slightly as his eyes stayed glued to Caroline's swaying hips beneath the fabric of her dress. Ahead of him, Rebekah looked over her shoulder and sent him a disgusted look when she saw where his attention was diverted. He grinned at her, unrepentant, and she rolled her eyes before skipping ahead and grasping Stefan's hand in hers.

There were people everywhere. Dancing, standing, voices raised to carry over the music, heads leaned close to converse more privately. From the corner of his eye, he saw Stefan and Rebekah head a booth in the back, and he used the distance to come up behind Caroline, feeling her breath hitch slightly when his hands crazed the curve of her hip and his lips brushed the shell of her ear. "It's not nice to tease, love," he whispered, closing his eyes as he breathed in her scent.

Caroline laughed, slipping out from his grasp and turning to look at him. "You started it," she accused, a teasing smile on her face. "With that dirty little promise in the hallway earlier."

Klaus grinned, taking a step towards her. "Got you all hot and bothered, did it, sweet Caroline?" he asked, his voice low as he peered down at her. He could see the flush in her cheeks, and the way her eyes widened the slightest bit at his close proximity. "You should know, love, I always keep my promises."

"Oh, I'm counting on it," Caroline said, looking up at him from her under her lashes, feeling so much confident than she truly was. It was the way he looked at her—it made her feel strong. Important. "But don't think that means it's gonna be all smooth sailing." She leaned up towards him, until their faces were mere inches apart. "I like to lead sometimes, too."

Klaus smirked, his eyes traveling from her eyes to her lips then back up again. "Then let the games begin, love," he said, leaning down to press a quick kiss against her temple. "It'll just make the ending to the night that much better."

He sent her one last heated glance and a quick smirk before he stepped around her, heading to the bar, and Caroline scoffed, smiling as she shook her head. She never did this. She'd never DONE this. Sure, she flirted. But this was something more than that. It was like they were the prey and hunter, circling each other.

And she honestly didn't know which role she fell into.

Smiling again, she laughed, turning on her heel, and let out a startled gasp when she nearly collided with Stefan. She sighed, settling back on her feet, and glared up at him. "You scared me, you jerk."

Stefan stared at her, hands in the pockets of his pants. "What's going on with you and Klaus?"

Caroline stared at him, eyes wide. "Hmmm?" Stefan's eyebrows arched on his forehead, his chin tilting down as his eyes bore into her. "What? I don't…I don't know what you're talking…"

He kept staring. And staring.

Huffing, she threw up her hands, stomping her foot. "Fine! Fine. Maybe we are…exploring different venues…of our relationship."

"Since when do you have a relationship?" he questioned.

"I don't know," Caroline admitted. "You know, I thought he was cute when I gave him a ride, and then I hated him for a little bit and then…I don't know, Stef. I mean, it doesn't really mean anything. Like you said before, I'm only even going be dealing with him for a few weeks. Why not, you know…reap some rewards for those few weeks."

Stefan nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. He supposed he should have seen this coming. He'd seen the way Klaus looked at Caroline the night of the engagement party. He'd seen how his eyes never strayed too far from her whenever they were in the same room. He'd seen Caroline's smitten expression when she talked to him earlier that day, explaining how Klaus stood up for her and supported her after her confrontation with Jeremy.

Caroline didn't jump into anything lightly. She was cautious. She learned to be, after Damon. But he couldn't help but feel that this wasn't going to end the best for her.

"Stefan," Caroline said, stepping towards him and taking one of his hands in hers. "I know what I'm doing, okay? I'm not that stupid, naïve kid that falls head over heels just because some guy shows her a little attention. This is me, making a conscious decision. Please just…don't worry about it."

He sighed, his fingers giving hers a light squeeze. "You're Caroline," he said, smiling softly. "Of course I'm going to worry. But I know you, and I know you don't make decision lightly. Just…be careful. Okay?"

Caroline smiled. "Always." Her smile grew then, as she glanced out at the crowd dancing in the center of the Grill. "You know, it's been a long time since we cut a rug together."

Stefan laughed. "Yeah, there's a reason for that, Caroline."

"Oh, come on! You're not that bad." She heard his laugh, caught his mock-offended glare, and shook her head, pulling him by the hand as she walked backwards towards the dance floor, swaying her hips slightly. "And anyway, you're getting married soon. You're gonna have to brush off those dance moves anyway. Might as well start now."

Stefan shook his head, watching as Caroline waved her arms over her head in time to the music, and he sighed, slowly falling into step with her. "Fine, just…tell me if you see anyone with their camera phones."

Caroline laughed, lacing her arms around her best friend's neck, and let herself fall into their old rhythm.

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"You are aware of what you're doing?"

Klaus looked over at Rebekah as he lounged against the bar, a glass of bourbon in his hand.

"With Caroline," she clarified, raising her glass of wine to her lips. "I'm only asking to ensure my wedding remained unscathed. She is, after all, the best whatever it is you want to call her. I won't have you complicating things, Nik."

Klaus smirked, resting an elbow against the counter behind him. "Come now, Rebekah, do you honestly believe I would jeopardize your big day in any way?"

"I believe that you let your actions be led my Nik Jr. more often than naught, and the last thing anyone wants here is a repeat of the whole Petrova debacle," Rebekah replied.

Klaus shot her a heated glare. Rebekah barely flinched, so used to her brother's mood swings, especially when it came to mentions of that wench Tatia Petrova and her philandering ways. She shrugged. "I'm just saying, Nik. You're my favorite big brother. And despite my best efforts in ceasing it, Caroline has the potential to be a friend. And you know I have so few of those." She sighed, shifting on her seat. "I just don't want to see her become another notch in your long belt, dear brother. So tread carefully."

Tapping a finger against the glass in his hand, Klaus let Rebekah's lecture sink in as she turned to order another drink.

Truth was, it had been a long time since there had been any notch in Klaus' "belt." He'd spent so much time over the last few years, moving from place to place, mission to mission, he didn't have time to indulge in such things. He had wanted to escape—to forget. Dalliances like that left far too much time to reflect. To think.

He heard her laugh then. The blonde temptation that had managed to bewitch him in such a short time, and he turned his gaze towards the mass of bodies on the dance floor. She was dancing with Stefan, neither of them keeping to the beat of the music but not seeming to mind. She twirled and weaved, and shook her hips, a brilliant, dazzling smile on her face.

Rebekah's words echoed in his mind. She wouldn't be a notch. Caroline deserved so much more than just a quickie in a bathroom stall and a kiss goodbye. She valued herself so little. She needed to see just how high her worth was. Needed to know that she had meaning.

And with every thought, he realized his hypocrisy.

He saw them moving towards the bar, Stefan and Caroline, and he flung back the rest of his drink, wincing slightly as the alcohol burned its way down his throat. Turning, he signaled the bartender, a young blonde man, and ordered another.

"Please tell me I can expect to see more polished dance moves at our wedding," Rebekah drawled, smiling as Stefan reached her side and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Sorry, babe, that's pretty much as good as it gets," he replied, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Well, I need to rethink this whole thing, then."

Klaus smirked, pleased to see his sister happy. He felt Caroline come up next to him, and he glanced over to see her clasp her hands on the bar top, crossing one ankle over the other. She was peeking at him from the corner of her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. He smiled, leaning in towards her. "Buy you a drink, love?" he said softly, keeping his hands firmly placed where they were. Though he itched to touch her, he didn't miss the warning glances Stefan had been throwing at him. He had to admit that he admired the man's protectiveness over the blonde at his side.

It did damper the chase, though.

Caroline smiled at him, shrugging nonchalantly. "Rum and coke."

He nodded, placing her order as the bartender set his own drink in front of him. He glanced over at her, seeing her catch her bottom lip between her teeth as she saw his eyes darken slightly. The gesture itself aroused him, and he shifted slightly on his stool, hoping she wouldn't notice just how uncomfortable she was suddenly making him. When he caught her eye and saw her shake her head with a small smile, he knew she'd seen. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

"Care, I see a guy from the firm over there," Stefan said as he moved to her side, his head low as he spoke into her ear over the music. "Bex and I are going to say hello. Are you good?"

Caroline looked over at him, catching the way his eyes traveled between her and Klaus and the crowd surrounding them, and she knew he meant much more than just "good" with the handsome man sitting next to her. "Go on, Stefan, I'm fine."

He nodded, smiling, and wrapped his hand around Rebekah's as they stepped down from the bar. "We'll be back," he said over his shoulder, tugging his fiancée into his side and grinning at her laughter.

Klaus watched them go, a weathered eye on the way his younger sister stumbled slightly in her heels. He couldn't help but shake his head. Rebekah always was a lightweight. The telltale sound of a glass being sat on the bar top brought his attention back to the matter at hand, and he found himself scooting closer as Caroline raised her drink to her lips. "How long are we going to be skirting around this, sweetheart?" he asked, smiling as he finally allowed on hand to graze her hip, tugging her closer.

Caroline giggled, shaking her head. "I'm still weighing my time," she teased, leaning towards him slightly. "I'm just having too much fun watching you squirm."

He grinned, shaking his head, and opened his mouth to reply with an innuendo he was more than happy to follow through on, but a slurred voice from behind them cut him off.

"Careful there, Forbes. We all know what happened the last time you indulged in your little alcohol obsession."

He saw Caroline stiffen, saw the smile slip from her face faster than he'd ever think possible. Gone was the teasing laughter in her eyes. Gone was the flushed, exhilarated glow on her face. In its place was the stricken, panicked face he'd seen earlier that day.

Caroline could feel her heart plummet in her chest. Of course someone would say something. Of course her carefree, fun, flirty mood would be ruined. And of course Vicki Donovan would be the one to do it.

She steadied herself, taking a deep breath, and turned to face her accuser, but before she could even utter an awkward "hello," Klaus' arm was clinched around her waist, pulling her slightly behind him as he rose to his feet.

"Can we help you, love?" he asked, voice stern, a look of warning on his face.

The leggy brunette that rested against the railing let her clouded gaze travel from Caroline to the tall, accented man at her side, and her mocking smile quickly quirked up into one of flirt and fancy. "You could help me with a thing or two if you're offering," she said, a near empty bottle of beer dangling from her fingertips.

"I'm flattered, darling," he replied, uninterested. "But, as you can see, my attention rests solely on the lovely lady who deserves none of your drunken harassments. So why don't you be on your way, sweet pea?"

Vicki laughed loudly, her wobbly legs straightening as she tightened her grip on the railing, pulling herself straight. "Oh, I don't know about undeserving," she sneered, clearly offended by his obvious brushoff, and waved her bottle in Caroline's vicinity. "She's a murderer, you know."

Caroline's grip tightened on the back of his shirt, her fingers pressing into his back, and Klaus could feel that familiar protective urge he got whenever he sensed her in distress.

"Vicki…" she said, her voice soft and wavering.

"Everyone knows it, you know. Little Miss Caroline Forbes, who got off so easy because her mommy is the big bad sheriff of Mystic Falls."

Vicki's voice was raising, causing more than a few heads to turn in their direction, and Caroline let out a shaky breath. She could feel their judgment. She could feel their glares. Their hatred. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the floorboards and disappear from their heated gazes.

"Who are you fooling, Caroline? Nobody around here, that's for damn sure."

"I think you've said enough," Klaus announced, taking a step towards her. Even in her drunken state, the girl had the sense to backtrack her steps. She knocked into a table as she moved, the bottle dropping from her hands to shatter on the floor as she tried to steady herself.

"Klaus, don't," Caroline said behind him, tugging at the back of his shirt to keep him from moving any further.

Vicki laughed, shaking her head. "You've got another one under your freaky siren spell, huh, Care? All strong and strapping and willing to fight for you. Kind of like Tyler. How did that end by the way? Oh, right," she said, snapping her fingers. "He dumped your ass after you drove the Gilberts off the fucking bridge!"

"Vick!"

A tall, blonde young man was pushing his way through the crowd towards them, his eyes squarely set on the wobbling woman causing a scene.

Vicki whipped around when she heard her name, and her face broke out into a smile. "Hey, Matty! Check out who's back in town? And drinking to boot?"

The newcomer, Matt, slowed his steps when he reached Vicki's side, his brow furrowed as he met her gaze before moving on to the two others. He sighed as his eyes met Caroline's, and he nodded. "Hey, Care."

"Hi, Matt," came her quiet reply.

"Vicki," he said, turning his gaze back to the scowling drunkard at his side. "I think you've had enough. How about we head home, huh?" He reached to grasp her arm, but she scoffed loudly, shaking him off. "Vick, seriously, you're causing a scene."

"She's causing a scene," Vicki protested, turning back to glare at Caroline. "You should have just stayed gone."

Klaus could feel the growl threatening to rip from his throat. "I suggest you get your girlfriend home, mate," he said, a threat in his voice.

"She's my sister," Matt said, wrapping a firmer arm around Vicki and turning her to face the door. She stumbled, muttering a curse under her breath, but conceded, wrapping a hand around her brother's arm to steady her steps. He glanced back at them, an apologetic expression on his face. "Sorry, Caroline," he said softly, a flash of pain spreading on his face before he turned away, tending to his sister.

Klaus watched them go, his grip tightening on the drink in his hand. He sighed, casting a quick glare at the few faces that were still gawking, and once they'd turned their gazes away, he faced the girl at his side. She stood, one hand slowly running through her hair as a shaky sigh left her mouth. "Caroline…" he started, reaching out to gently grasp her shoulder.

She shrugged away from his touch, shaking her head. "Don't, just…take me home, okay?" she asked quietly, stepping around him and heading towards the side exit, opposite the one the Donovan siblings had just disappeared through.

He didn't hesitate to nod, dropping a few bills on the bar top before he raced after her. The air had chilled since they entered the Grill, the wind sending a small shiver through him as he came through the door. He walked passed a small group of smokers, his eyes searching for the familiar blonde hair. She had barely been ten steps ahead of him, where could she have gotten to?

He passed through the haze of smoke, sending a glare in the offender's direction, before he turned his head and caught sight of her. She was leaning against the side of the building, her arms wrapped around her torso as she waited for him, her eyes watchful as he approached.

He wasn't good at comfort. He didn't offer soothing words or sage advice. He had been taught that emotion and compassion were weaknesses, ones he couldn't risk suffering anymore. But as he came to a stop right in front of her, he wanted nothing more than to be able to offer just that.

"Love—"

His words were abruptly cut off when Caroline launched herself at him, her lips attacking him with a frenzy he wasn't expecting. He remained still for only a moment before he moaned against her mouth, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. He felt her hands grasp the collar of his shirt, and he felt himself being propelled backwards, his back hitting the harsh pavement of the building as she shoved him with all her strength.

His wince of pain was quickly extinguished when he felt her small body press up against his, her hands clawing at his shoulders, his hair, anywhere she could reach. He entangled his hands in her hair, wrapping the curls around his fingers as he pulled her closer. She gasped against his mouth, and he darted his tongue inside, tasting every inch of her he could. His chest was burning, the need to take a breath becoming too much to ignore, and he pulled away, gasping as he rested his forehead against hers.

"Take me home," she whispered, pressing kisses to the corner of his mouth, his cheeks.

Klaus sighed, smiling against her cheek. "As you wish, love."

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She was on fire.

Every brush of his fingers against her skin left a fiery path. Every kiss he pressed to her lips and neck left her gasping for more. She couldn't pull him close enough. The small backseat of the cab could barely manage the closeness she wanted to feel with him. She draped herself over him, thankful for the cabdriver who merely shook his head and kept his eyes on the road. His hands were tracing dangerous paths up her legs, across her thighs, stopping when they reached the hem of her dress. They gripped her hips tightly, his own pushing up to grind against her, and his frantic lips swallowed every last moan that escaped her.

They barely managed to throw the fare to the cabbie before they stumbled into the boarding house, tearing at each other's clothes frantically.

She didn't know how they made it up the stairs. Didn't remember stumbling down the hallway to his room. She just suddenly felt her back being pressed into the paneled wall, Klaus' strong, lean body pressing against hers in the most sinful way. His shirt lay open across his chest, and Caroline's hands were tracing down his sculpted stomach, her fingers grazing every scar and blemish she'd only seen in the moonlight days ago. She could feel the muscles clench under her touch, and she smiled against his lips, loving that she could get him to react that way.

She gasped when she felt his grip tighten on her hips and her feet left the ground. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, before he pressed her against the wall again. She moaned when she felt his hardness rubbing against her aching core, and she clawed at his back, pushing the shirt from his shoulders. His hands trailed down her sides, tracing her curves painstakingly slow.

"Klaus," she whispered against his lips, opening her eyes to stare down at him.

He stared up at her, one hand coming up to brush a stray curl off her cheek as the other tightened around her waist, and then he was backing away, guiding them further into the room. His lips trailed up the curve of her neck, over her chin, until they reached her mouth. She shuddered against him, feeling every nerve in her body firing as his mouth devoured hers.

She felt his steps slow and then she was sliding down his body slowly, his hands quickly slipping off her heels as they passed over her feet. He set her down, his hands resting on her hips, fingers grasping the hem of her dress. She sighed, raising her face to look at him. She saw the question in his eyes, as if he were silently asking if she wanted to go through with this. She smiled, raising her arms over her head. He smirked, his lips pressing softly against hers as he slowly pulled the dress up and over her body, his fingers tickling the sensitive skin of her sides as he went.

His hands trailed up her arms, his fingers entwining with hers as he dropped that cursed blue dress to the floor, and he pulled her into him, letting out an audible gasp as he felt her skin against his. She stood before him in nothing more than a pair of black panties, her chest bare and open to him, and his breath caught in his throat.

"You're stunning," he whispered in her ear, drawing her close. He felt her smile against him, and then she was guiding him by the hand, crawling backwards onto the bed. He watched her, her every tiny movement, as he quickly undid his belt and kicked off his shoes. His jeans followed quickly thereafter, leaving him in a pair of black boxers as he slowly crept onto the bed after Caroline.

She was staring at him, a small smile on her face as she looked at him with hooded eyes. His hands slid across the sheets as he pressed a gentle kiss to her ankle, smiling as he felt an array of goosebumps spread across her skin. His lips trailed up her calf, under the skin of knee, before he ducked down and began the same ascent on the other leg. His hands followed suit, gently spreading her legs further apart so he could easily fit between them.

His hands grazed the skin of her hips, his eyes meeting hers as his fingers hooked underneath the band of her panties. He kept his gaze on hers as he peeled them down her legs, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin of her thighs. He felt her shudder under him, and he smirked to himself before he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to her.

She fell back to the bed with a strangled moan, his name escaping her lips, as he feasted.

It had been so long, and she tasted so good.

Small, raspy moans were coming from her mouth, and he slowed down, drawing out her pleasure. He could feel her shaking, her legs trembling on either side of him. Her hands were digging into the sheets beneath her. He watched her, mesmerized, and sped up his strokes. Her hips arched off the bed, her lips parting in a breathy cry of "Klaus," and she began to tense, her hands reaching out and tangling themselves into his curls. He reached up and grabbed one of her hands, using his other to lift her closer to him, and then she was unraveling, coming undone with a low moan. He pulled away, pressing kisses to her inner thighs as he waited for her breathing to calm down, and then he was traveling up the space of her body, his lips dancing across her skin.

Caroline pulled him to her, crushing her lips against his. "I need you," she whispered, hooking a leg around his hip as she wrestled to rid him of his last remaining article of clothing. He pulled back, quickly sliding his boxers the rest of the way down his legs and across the room. He kissed her, settling himself between her thighs, and her arms wrapped around his waist.

"Wait," he said, tearing himself away from her tantalizing lips. "We don't have anything…"

Caroline shook her head, pulling him back down to her. "I'm on the pill, it's fine," she murmured against his lips, and he nodded, his tongue delving into her mouth. He tasted like bourbon, the bitter taste mixing with the sweetness that was leftover from her own drink.

He moved then, sliding into her deeply, and she gasped, hearing him moan against her. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust to him, and then he was moving, a slow steady rhythm that had Caroline gasping for breath. She lifted her knees to hug his hips and he slid deeper still, causing him to groan against the skin of her neck. "Christ, sweetheart, just like that," he muttered, kissing the skin above her racing pulse as he quickened his pace.

Hands caressed, lips searched, their gasps and moans quickly mixing together in a haze of sweat and passion.

Klaus could feel her fingers dig into his shoulders as she tightened around him, and he lifted her hips, swallowing her shocked gasp as he dove into her at a new angle. He lost himself in her, his body taking control, and he took and took and took. Suddenly he heard her muffled cry, felt her body contract around him, her pleasure catapulting him into his own, and he groaned into her neck, his fingers digging into the skin of her hips.

They lay there, panting and gasping against each other, before Klaus rolled off her, pressing a deep kiss to her swollen lips. He moved to the side, pulling her with him until she lay tucked into his side, her head resting on his chest and her arm draped across his stomach.

Caroline nuzzled into his embrace, her eyes growing heavy as she felt him tug her closer. "Klaus…" she said sleepily, fighting back the yawn she knew was threatening to escape.

"Sssh," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Sleep, sweet Caroline. They'll be time to talk in the morning."

She nodded against his chest, sighing contently as she felt his fingers slide lazily through her hair, and she let herself be lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the soothing feel on his caress on her skin.

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So…yeah. That was my first smut. I am blushing and cringing because I honestly have no idea if it was absolutely horrible or not, so please, please, please, be honest and tell me!

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