Summary: Set in NOLA, Klaus and Caroline take care of a supernatural rebellion and are high on bloodlust and then have sex.
Contains: Mostly vanilla-Caroline-on-top except that it has LOTS of bloodplay.
"Do you like your food, sweetheart?"
Caroline shrugged, poking around her ravioli with her fork. "It's okay. I just don't think it's $35 worth of good, you know?"
She saw Klaus's lips twitch before he took a bite of his beef carpaccio, chewing it thoughtfully. "I suppose I understand what you mean."
"I like the other one a few blocks down."
"I'll keep it in mind."
"Can I try yours?" she asked, already reaching with her fork, and he pushed the plate towards her, observing her as she took a bite.
They had been together for twenty years now, and he'd come to accept that sharing his food was a relationship requirement, as was pretending to be happy on Christmas and not glaring at their cat.
She swallowed quickly when she saw him stiffen, his eyes darting to the door. "What's wrong?"
He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, and she put her fork down, patting her mouth with her napkin and attempting to look casual.
"Klaus."
Caroline turned to face an unfamiliar man that was standing next to their table, a small malicious smile dancing on his face.
"Lucien," Klaus greeted with a small nod. "What brings you to New York?"
The man shrugged, ignoring the confused looks of the diners around them and grabbing a chair from a nearby table without asking, sitting down smoothly and smirking. "This and that. I don't believe we've been introduced, darling," he said, looking Caroline over.
His gaze made her slightly sick, but she didn't show it, simply extending her hand. "Caroline."
Lucien took her hand and brought it to his lips, and she struggled not to curl her lip in disgust as his eyes raked over he. She pulled her hand away the second she could, not bothering to look subtle as she wiped it on a napkin.
"It's lovely to meet you, Caroline."
"Likewise," she said with a cold smile.
"Why are you here, Lucien?" Klaus repeated.
"I came to warn you, actually."
Klaus raised an eyebrow but seemed otherwise unmoved, and Lucien sighed dramatically before folding his arms in front of him. "There's talk of a rebellion."
"And?" Klaus prompted, shooting Caroline an exasperated glance as she stole another bite of his food. "This is a daily occurrence."
"They somehow managed to get some of your lady friend's...Caroline, was it? Yes. Caroline's blood."
Klaus pressed his lips together in a thin line, and Caroline frowned. "Is that bad?" she asked hesitantly, looking at Klaus.
"It depends on the people who have it."
"Aurora and some coven in Georgia," Lucien said.
"Aurora?" Klaus asked, tilting his head to the side. "I thought she was dead."
"Who's Aurora?" Caroline asked, frowning and sipping from her wine glass.
"His first love," Lucien said with a smile that was all teeth at the same time as Klaus said, "A meaningless fling."
Caroline raised an eyebrow at both of them, taking a bite of her mediocre ravioli and chewing thoughtfully before swallowing and setting her fork down.
"Well, everyone has first loves, and they rarely...last," she said slowly, seeing Klaus's lips twitch slightly. "What I want to know is why she's dangerous. And also, who are you, exactly?"
"The first vampire he sired," Lucien said with an easy smile. "And Aurora is dangerous simply because she's had some difficulty stomaching your presence. Hell hath no fury like–-"
"A woman scorned, yes," Klaus said impatiently. "What's she planning to do with Caroline's blood."
"No idea. I…'noped out of there' very quickly, as the young ones are saying these days," he said, nodding to Caroline, who scoffed.
"That slang was in style about twenty-five years ago, but good effort."
"And why come to me?"
"I knew that if you found out that I was involved after it happened, my head would be on a pike."
Caroline and Klaus exchanged a look, and she shrugged before taking another sip of her wine. "Assuming that you're not lying, when would this be taking place?" Klaus asked.
"No idea. Within the next few weeks."
"Well, thanks for the warning, mate."
"You're most welcome."
"Would you like to join us for the rest of our meal?" Caroline asked politely, kicking Klaus in the shin under the table when he looked like he was about to object.
Judging by the twitch of his lips at the sound, Lucien seemed to have heard it, and he turned to Klaus. "Only if Klaus doesn't mind."
"By all means, make yourself comfortable," Klaus said mutinously, stabbing the last piece of beef a bit more aggressively than Caroline felt was strictly necessary.
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"God, Klaus. Relax. I'm just going to the mall."
Klaus spent a moment trying to figure out a tactful way to say, "No, you're not" but gave up, instead offering to accompany her. She shot him a withering glare, and he put his hands up in surrender, turning back to his half-filled canvas and picking up a paintbrush to continue.
He felt her lips soft on his cheek before she pulled back. "I'll be fine. I promise."
"You can't promise that. We know they've been preparing."
"So have a bunch of other people. You can't ask me to put things on hold in case we get attacked Klaus. I'd never get anything done, and I need to get more jeans."
He scoffed. "It's not as though you'd listen anyway."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, a flash of irritation in her tone.
"If I asked you to put your life on hold, you would refuse, and for good reason. You deserve all the experiences you crave for yourself."
He turned to look at her, satisfied by her small smile as she kissed him again. "Smooth. Good job. Okay, well, I'll be back later."
"All right, sweetheart," he said, trying to hide his reluctance.
She left, and he resigned himself to a few hours of anxiety while he waited for her to return. He'd almost managed to lose himself in the painting when he heard the text tone he'd set for Caroline echo through the room.
Bourbon & Bienville help
He was already halfway to the intersection she'd named before his phone clattered to the hardwood floor.
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Caroline slid her phone back in her pocket, breathing hard. She knew the witches were gaining on her and wasn't willing to waste too much energy running, lest she be too exhausted to fight once they finally caught up.
Klaus would be here in a few minutes anyway, and then they'd all be dead.
She heard the thump of footsteps and braced herself for another aneurysm, crying out as she fell on her knees before rolling away from a sharp piece of wood that was thrown by the chanting witch. The woman seemed to be losing energy, and it was clear that she was simply holding Caroline in place while she waited for the rest of her coven.
She rushed at the witch and grabbed her around the neck, backing up against the wall of the building to drain the woman dry, dropping her corpse onto the alley floor and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand just as the rest of the coven hurtled around the corner as a group.
Caroline gasped in pain as attempted to dodge a stake, the wood still painfully grazing her upper arm, moving out of the alley to the street and pulling an aluminum can out of a nearby trash bin. She ripped it in half easily, throwing the pieces sharp-ends-first to slice through one witch's neck before being thrown down to the concrete again by another.
She felt her knees buckle as she fought to push herself up, grabbing the witch by the ankle and watching her fall, her head colliding with the ground with a satisfying crack.
She resisted the urge to rip down streetlamps or throw cars. There was no need to destroy things, although if the witches kept attacking she might have no choice.
Her train of thought was interrupted as a small sedan flew through the air, and she took advantage of the witches' momentary distraction to throw herself to the side, escaping the resulting crash of the car into the group of witches and the glass storefront. There were still three left, all of whom looked scared and surprised by Klaus's arrival, and Caroline grabbed the nearest one, throwing her to the ground and ripping her heart away, dropping it and bringing her hand up to her mouth to lick away the blood, freezing when she heard a sharp intake of breath from beside her.
She turned to see Klaus, his eyes dark as he snapped the neck of one which before pulling out the heart of the last, the organ falling out of his fingers as he advanced on Caroline.
Both of them were covered in blood, the sweet scent of it thick in the air, and Caroline licked her lips as the thrum of the kill burst through her veins.
There was something erotic about it, the feeling of being covered in someone else's life force, the look in Klaus's eyes as his gaze consumed her, clearly fantasizing of licking every single stain of blood away from her creamy skin.
A bead of it trickled down Klaus's cheek to his chin, and she couldn't help but walk to him, her tongue lightly tracing the path of it, trailing along his cheekbone to his ear, letting out a soft moan at the taste.
Witch blood was much more potent than a human's, a side effect of magic being used to create the vampire race, and she sighed in contentment as Klaus's palms tightened over the swell of her hips, and she could feel his cock harden through his jeans.
"Let's go home," she whispered, arousal already pooling in her belly in anticipation of what was to come.
He nodded, nosing the sensitive skin under her ear before speeding them back to the mansion. The door had barely shut before she was pressed against his mattress. Klaus's fingers stroked the soft skin of her thighs under her dress as he caught her lips with his. She moaned as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, gently guiding the side-zipper of her dress down before dragging his teeth over her lower lip as he withdrew, his eyes tracing every inch of skin he revealed as he pulled the blood-stained cloth away.
He picked up her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth, and he kept eye contact with her as he ran his tongue over the pads of her fingers, taking them in his mouth one by one as he licked the blood away.
She gasped his name when he did the same with the other hand, and she rubbed her thighs together, trying to push down the insistent thrum of arousal in her center. She knew her eyes were glassy and dark, her breathing uneven, and she moaned as he released her little finger from his mouth with a soft pop before pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist, his tongue darting out to lick the remaining blood from her palms and forearms.
Caroline flipped them over when he'd released her arms, his breath hitching as she rolled her hips against the bulge of his jeans, her eyes closing, and she reached to pull his shirt away before scratching her nails roughly down his chest, making him groan.
She bent and ran her tongue along the wounds, sucking and nipping in places to leave fast-fading marks against his skin before pushing him to sit against the headboard, moving up his body to nose his neck. She pressed her hands between them to free his erection from the confines of his jeans and pulled the rest of his clothes off, ignoring his smug smile against her skin at her impatience as she stroked him. She ghosted her thumb across the tip of him as she scraped her blunt teeth across his jugular, smiling at the sound that escaped him, the growl low in his throat.
Ripping the lace of her thong away, she positioned him at her entrance, both of them letting out sounds of content as she sunk onto him, rocking slightly as he filled her.
She grabbed his wrists, bringing the blood-caked skin of his fingers to her lips and matching his earlier movements, the only difference that they were almost close enough for their noses to touch. He groaned as she cleaned the blood from his skin, their skin already slick with sweat as they moved together, Caroline rocking against him and clenching around his cock as she got closer to the edge.
Klaus squeezed her hips once she'd let his hands go free, his thumbs making circles against her skin as he tugged her against him to fuck her harder, biting her ear lightly as she moaned when his cock hit her g-spot, filling her so fucking perfectly…
She felt her orgasm approach as she scratched her nails down his back, gasping his name and just needing something more to tip her over the edge.
He tipped his head to the side in a show of trust he gave only to her, and she sunk her fangs into his skin, moaning loudly at the taste of his blood and clenching around him as she reached her release.
He kept moving as she drank from him, and she felt his fangs pierce her skin only moments after she'd come down from her high, making another orgasm build much more quickly than the last.
He reached between them to pinch her clit as he fed from her, and she shattered around him again, crying out as he spilled inside of her.
Both of them were breathing hard when she slumped against him, and he pulled her down to curl against him in bed, his hands drawing lazy circles on her back, his bare chest sweat-slicked against her cheek.
A/N: I hope you guys liked this! :D Let me know what you think.
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