Klaroline AU Week. All Human Day Four.

A big thank you to Ashleigh and her birthday cupcakes and frosting for the inspiration. ;) Because really, Who needs cake for that! :)

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Amour à la mode

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Caroline placed the last plastic tub of her baking supplies that she needed into her trunk of her car closing the trunk lid with a little more force than necessary. Her blue eyes glanced up with a proud beaming smile at the elegant sign of her bakery that read, Amour à la mode, in beautiful bold swirling script. Then her eyes fell to the door.

Her grin fell to a scowl at the mocking words that taunted her in place of her beautiful cheery open sign, Closed due to repairs. She had added a handwritten letter, posting it directly above the horrid little words, apologizing for the inconvenience and to please call her in regards to any questions or orders.

Caroline took pride in owning one of the top bakeries in the area. She catered to all walks of life, whether it be a small child's birthday on up to a large corporate Gala, she took in each client no matter their station in life, treating them all as close personal friends. It's what kept them coming back for more and the extra referrals coming in the door. That and she made some of the best baked goods anyone had ever tasted, she even had a client call her after an event, raving about how her party had been such a success and how all her guests had praised her deserts as, little slices of heaven.

She had to hire two new staff members the following week.

But now a dark cloud sat over her head, her beloved bake shop was closed for a least the next week, maybe longer, as repairs were made to the kitchen.

She didn't want to point fingers and cast blame but she totally blamed Elena for this mess. Give Jeremy a chance she had asked, he will do great she said, he just needs someone to take him under his wing she had pleaded. Yeah, Caroline scoffed to herself as she got into her car, he did so great in his nightly clean up duties that he didn't lock the industrial sized dishwasher before he turned it on and locked up for the night. And somehow, he pleaded that he had no idea how it had happened, the water never shut off causing the entire kitchen to be flooded with scolding hot water.

She came in this morning, skipping along merrily as she went over her do-to list for the day in her head, only to discover the entire kitchen a disaster area. By the time she managed to shut the water off she was soaked to the bone herself. The only good thing about that was the hot water heater couldn't keep up with the shear amount of water being used. She had bit back angry tears as she surveyed the damage. Water had soaked into the drywall; the heat of it before the tank had giving up caused the paint to begin to peal. She had rolled her eyes in frustration only to find that the ceiling needed to be replaced as well.

And don't even get her started on the humidity in the room! All that steaming hot water was not a friend to her hair or her baked goods. Thankfully she always liked to plan ahead and kept a few changes of clothing in her office since as a baker the odds were high that you would be covered in something by the end of the day, so she didn't have to make the extra trip home sopping wet before calling the contractor.

Caroline's childhood friend Matt owned and operated his own construction company, so she had placed the phone call into him as soon as she had changed. He sent a few guys over from his crew and put them to work right away giving her a discounted rate for the repairs. She was so thankful that she offered them free coffees and treats for everyday they were there, the place had to be shut down anyways and she didn't want the food in the case to go to waste.

The downside was she would have to close down shop for at least a week after the repairs were finished just to catch up on all the work needed to restock her cases. And if that wasn't bad enough she had a cake tasting with a newly engaged couple tomorrow evening.

When it came to cake tastings with a bride, Caroline prided herself on the massive amounts of options, making them all in tiny little petit fours size cakes, making a variety of each flavor combinations so there would be plenty for the bride and whoever came with her to try and come back to when they couldn't decide.

Which brought her to her next dilemma.

Klaus Mikaelson.

Rebekah had stopped by for her morning coffee and muffin before heading into work; seeing the disaster the bakery was in, she had taken it upon herself to call up her brother telling him all about Caroline's problems. Klaus had easily offered the use of his state of the art kitchen, which if you asked Caroline was a complete and utter waste since he rarely used it. But she wasn't about to complain, too much anyway, when she could take advantage of it saving her a lot of time and effort trying to balance all the prep-work, baking and decorating in her much smaller and less efficient kitchen at home.

Klaus owned an extremely successful and renowned Art and Antiques Gallery, selling a wide range of products from newly created artworks on down to the oldest tea cup known to man, with a little bit of eccentricities in between. It was where Caroline bought the majority of her décor for her bakery, no matter how much she hated him, the man had exquisite taste and a keen eye for art.

Okay, she rolled her eyes as her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, maybe hated was a strong word, maybe it was more along the line of dislikes him with a passion. Oh who is she kidding! She liked him with a burning passion that border-lined on obsession. But still, she hated him. She didn't use to feel all these crazy confusing emotions when it came to him; he was just one of her best frenemy's brother, plaining and simple. That is until Rebekah's 25th birthday party and what transpired between them almost five months ago now.

Caroline had broken up with Tyler after a long on again off again rocky relationship just days before Rebekah's big blow out at Kol's newly opened nightclub. She had hated having to show up to the party stag but, to all her friends' relief, she had. None of them had liked Tyler much anyways.

She had stood off to the side, downing shot after shot, as everyone she knew was having a blast dancing with someone. Well, almost everyone. She had turned to find Klaus, with a peculiar look on his face, standing next to her. Then suddenly she was scooped up and manhandled out onto the dancefloor.

She had never in her life had so much fun with a man before. They drank way too much, laughed and danced together for most of the evening. Close to midnight Caroline had laughingly begged for a break to which Klaus happily agreed wanting to step outside for a smoke anyways. She had no idea how it had happened, one minute he was pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, with her teasing him that the reason he could never hold a relationship for long was because his mouth always tasted of an ashtray and no girl wanted to make out with an ashtray. Then the next thing she knew his unlit cigarette was thrown to the ground and she was being crushed in his arms, staring breathlessly into his dark wanting eyes before his lips crashed against hers.

It had been the hottest make out session of her life.

It probably would have turned into the hottest sex session of her life too if some idiot party goers hadn't followed their lead to get some fresh air.

They had broken apart both still panting heavily as he ushered her back inside where they were quickly pulled apart, a friend tugging them off in opposite directions of the club. She didn't see him again until she was drunkenly stumbling into a cab out front to head home. Their heated eyes met and she was working up the nerve to ask him if he wanted to join her back at her place, but it wasn't meant to be. Stefan came stumbling out of the club hauling a half passed out Rebekah with him pleading for Klaus's help in getting her into their cab.

The next time she saw Klaus he acted like that moment had never happened.

She had jokingly said to him how she couldn't believe how much she drank that night. To which he responded with a, "Yeah, I must have drank half the bar if the hangover the following morning was anything to go by."

She eyed him covertly, trying to see if he remembered anything as she replied, "Yeah, we sure tore up the dance floor though didn't we?" She had laughed to cover her nervousness, slowly adding, "Or maybe it was just me thinking we did, you know, being that drunk can change how you see things."

He had rubbed the back of his neck with his hand saying something along the lines of, that could very well be the case and then walked away from her. She stood there for a few minutes to compose herself, not sure if the tears filling her eyes were from feeling hurt or angry that he just acted like the hottest kiss she had ever had didn't exist anywhere but in her own head.

She chalked it up to that he either really didn't remember or he felt it was a huge mistake. Her pride didn't know which one to believe, not knowing which option was the lesser of two evils. She either wasn't worth remembering or he hated himself for kissing her in the first place.

Since then the tension between them could be cut with a knife. Sure, they smiled and talked when in the same room but Caroline had generally tried her best to avoid him like the plague. She only hoped that he would be busy with work, leaving her alone in his home without the added worry about him trying to ask her what was wrong with her lately like he had the past few times they had seen each other.

Caroline pulled her car to a stop in the driveway sucking in a few deep cleansing breaths to prepare before seeing him again. Her head fell back with a despondent groan thinking, why did it have to be Klaus who had the perfect kitchen for this job?

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the front door open to reveal a smiling Klaus. Her eyes quickly ate him up as they roamed over his slim but fit muscled body, her tongue peeking out to swipe across her lips as she remembered his taste that haunted her dreams.

No!

She was just going to use his kitchen, get her work done and get the hell out of there. It would be simple, easy even, he wouldn't even be there anyways, he would be off at his gallery leaving her with less stress to worry over.

Caroline roughly pulled her keys from the ignition, hitting the trunk release button before tossing them in her purse as she stepped out of the car with a smile plastered on her face.

"Good morning Caroline." Klaus said with a dimpled smile as he met her by the trunk. "I heard you had quite a disaster at your shop." He added with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

Caroline huffed, "Calling it a disaster is way too mild. It is more like a catastrophe! It's going to take at least a week to get it all fixed and that's only if they don't find any hidden problems once they strip the place down."

Klaus tilted his head slightly to the side, rubbing his hand up and down her arm, "I'm sure it will be fine, Love. You'll be back in your shop and up and running again in no time."

Her eyes widened fractionally as her breath caught in her chest, glancing from his hand touching her back up to his face before taking a step away, clearing her throat, "Yeah well that's the hope anyways."

"Yes, and until you are back to fully operational, you have the full use of my kitchen to use to your hearts content." He told her with a dimple filled smile.

"Thanks for this by the way, you really didn't have to let me take over your kitchen." She grinned back at him trying not to focus on how adorably hot those dimples cutting into his cheeks looked.

Klaus scoffed as he waved her off, "Nonsense Caroline, I have everything you need to make your marvelous sweets just waiting for you. My kitchen appliances might as well get some use for the price I paid for them don't you think?" He leaned in closer to her with a grin, "Besides Love, what are friends for?"

Caroline got lost in the way the sunlight glinted off his eyes, her mind trying to figure out just what shade they were, somewhere between a blue and a gray. Klaus's quiet clearing of his throat pulled her out of her inner musings.

Deciding it was best to get moving since the sooner she settled in, the sooner he would leave, she began shifting the plastic tubs around in the trunk, "Well, if you have time and wouldn't mind, I could really use your help carrying all this in the house."

She grinned as Klaus glanced into the trunk, his eyes widening at the amount of things she had shoved in there. "All of this?"

"Yup." She told him with a bouncy nod as she grabbed some of the bags, "All of it."

Klaus leaned in pushing the tubs around and selected one of the heavier of the three, his tight gray V-neck T-shirt doing very little to hide the flex of his muscles as he carried the tub past her with a labored chuckle, "Good thing I am at your disposal today Caroline, you would waste much of your time hauling these things into the house."

Her eyes latched on to the way his dark fitted jeans look over his, "Wait! What do you mean you are at my disposal today?" Her legs carried her faster, rushing ahead of him to open his front door, "Don't you have to go to work? You don't have to worry about leaving me here alone." She rolled her eyes playfully, "It's not like I'll steal from you."

His breath was slightly labored as he replied with a smirk, "Oh I know. But I am sure you normally work with a staff and seeing as Rebekah said you were coming alone I figured why not offer you my services."

She stood stock still as he whistled his way further into his house. This was not good. She so did not need this right now! Not after the morning she had.

She followed him into the kitchen, placing the bags on the counters, "Look Klaus, I really appreciate you letting me use you house to work but really, I work a lot better on my own."

Klaus set the tub to the floor and stood, leaning his forearms on to counter as he grinned, "I can take your bossy attitude Caroline. I was raise in the same home as Rebekah."

She cocked her hip out to the side, lifting a hand into the air, "One, I do not have a bossy attitude. And two, I just have a certain way of doing things and a certain order of liking them done. That does not mean I am bossy, it just means I am efficient. Now all I need from you is you to scamper off back outside and carry my things in here."

His smirk deepened as he slowly slid his hands over the countertop, which she was so not thinking of what they would feel like on her body okay?! He stalked his way to her, leaning in close as he passed, "See? I can handle your bossiness just fine Love. But I'll respect your wishes and stick to my office in the house today."

It took nearly the amount of time for him to go outside and bring the next tub in before she calmed her racing breath.

For the most part Klaus left her alone, he helped her to get settled into his kitchen, showed her where everything was as she marveled yet again on how amazing this kitchen was, it had everything she could ever dream of owning in her own home someday. She still couldn't get over what a waste it was, how utterly sad that such a beautiful kitchen sat unused. But as much at it pained her, at least it would get a good workout today with her. She got to work pulling out her supplies and arranging them around the countertop in the most efficient way to utilize the space before she realized Klaus was still in the room looking at her with that strange gleam in his eyes again.

"What?" She asked with a nervous laugh as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

His mouth opened but nothing came out before he closed it with a shake of his head, "Nothing. If you need anything I'll be in my office." He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head again slightly then left.

Caroline leaned forward with her hands braced on the countertop, closing her eyes with a sigh. She really wished he had just gone into the gallery today instead of staying here. It would be so much easier to forget just whose house she was in if he wasn't here. Standing straight she squared her shoulders and set to work, glad that at least he wouldn't be spending the day in here, right underfoot to constantly remind her of what never was.

She worked for hours without seeing him other than when he popped his head into the kitchen to let her know he planned to order in for lunch and politely asking if she would like anything and then once more when he dropped her food off before disappearing after another one of his hesitant gazes.

She smiled widely as she placed the last of the tiny cakes in the elegant box, ten different flavor combinations with four samples per flavor, enough to wow any bridezilla into a sugary induced coma. Caroline clasped her hands together placing them to her lips, her eyes sparkled as she took in her final creations, they were…

"Beautiful."

Klaus's voice from over her shoulder made her jump with a gasp as her hand flew to her chest. "Klaus! You scared the crap out of me!"

"They look absolutely delicious Caroline." He chose to ignore her, his hand reaching forward with a will of its own towards the delectable little confections.

"Hey! Don't you dare!" Caroline shouted, smacking his hand away from her masterpieces.

Klaus turned and looked at her, his lip pushed out in a pout that she just wanted to take between her lips and suck, hard. "That was rude Caroline. Here I am, graciously allowing you to use my facilities and you can't even share what has filtered that lovey smell through my home."

Caroline narrowed her eyes, her hands resting on her hips, "You will not be sweet-talking me Mikaelson." She pointed a hand to the box on the countertop, "Those are for my cake tasting tomorrow."

"I'm sure the bride won't miss just one Caroline." His head lowered as he threw his wide glistening puppy dog eyes at her.

She only hoped he didn't noticed the blush that grew on her cheeks or the twinkle of lust that she knew sparkled in her own eyes at the sight.

"Well, you can't have those. But," She turned away from him to show him what else she had and to maybe try and cool her body down. "These you can have."

Klaus excitedly stepped beside her looking to the area on the counter she waved her hand over. His excitement fell away to a furrowed frown, "These aren't even frosted Caroline."

She laughed throwing her head back, completely missing the admiring gaze Klaus was aiming her way, "My God Klaus! You are such a child!"

"I fail to see what's so funny Caroline. You better than most should know people like frosting with their cake."

"Well duh!" She rolled her eyes good naturedly at him with a beaming smile as she showed him the multiple bowls waiting to be used, "I've been working with some new ideas for frosting flavors and I wasn't sure which you would want to try so I made extra. My little way of saying thank you for letting me take over your kitchen for the day."

"You made extra for me?" Caroline didn't understand the pure shock he had in his voice at that fact.

"Who else would I make it for? All your girlfriends you have stashed in the many rooms of this place?" The bashful huff with a hint of a scathing quality coming from him made her pause, asking him in a mock whisper, "You don't have girls stashed in rooms here do you?" The look he gave her would have made smaller people cower in fear, her; she raised her hands, "No need to get all huffy!" She shook her head as she turned to show him all she had pointing to the different flavors as she went, "Luscious Lemon, Tempting Toffee, Irresistible Raspberry, Succulent Strawberry, Titillating Chocolate and this one, I call Lustful Awakening, since it's coffee flavored."

She turned to look at him with a bright smile, licking her lips at the darkening haze that fell over his eyes and the rapid rise and fall of his chest. His gruff voice sent a shiver down her spine as he spoke.

"You named your flavors after sex?"

"No not after sex, just with a sexual undertone. Food, especially sweets, should be about the full experience. Have the capabilities of giving you a food-gasm with a single bite. If it doesn't then that means I'm doing it wrong."

"Trust me, you aren't doing it wrong." He grumbled beside her.

His voice was so low and muttered that she could quite understand what he said. "What was that?"

"Nothing Love."

She shrugged her shoulders, trying not to hope she heard what she thought he had said as she picked up a frosting spatula, "So, since there are no girls hidden in your house, is there any special girl in your life right now?" Caroline winced, wishing she hadn't asked that. She was always talking before she thought it though.

Klaus chuckled humorously next to her, "There is one in particular that has caught my fancy for some time now, but I can't seem to figure out what to do about her."

Caroline felt a lead weight settle in her stomach, she tried to outwardly show she wasn't affected as she scooped up some frosting to smear over the next layer of the tiny cake, "Oh. So when is your next date?" Ugh! It was like bile in her throat letting those words come out of her mouth.

Klaus scoffed, "There has to be a first date in order to call for a second. I don't believe it matters much anyway, I am quite sure she has no idea or worse, she does and wants nothing to do with me."

Yeah, I know the feeling buddy, she thought to herself. But being the wonderful great person she was she told him as she frosted the last layer, "So do something to make her stand up and take notice. Sweep her off her feet with all that seductive Mikaelson charm." She never wanted to hit herself so hard before in her life. Way to go Caroline! Push him towards another woman why don't you? You are such an epic moron! She was so busy mentally berating herself that she hadn't noticed that Klaus's body had turned to face her, his hip pressed against the countertop just scant inches away from her.

"You know Caroline," His dark seductive voice drew her attention, his eyes hypnotizing her like a snake charmer, until he began to speak again and she had to bite her lip to hold back the moan begging to be released at the way his mouth curved around each word, "as delectable as that Succulent Strawberry would taste with the chocolate cake, there is something else I would love to taste it on."

She couldn't even find it in herself to yell at him for sticking his finger in the frosting bowl, his body was so close to hers, his breath washed over her face and held her captive. Caroline could only hope she didn't make a complete fool of herself with the shuddering breath leaving her lungs, "What do you want to try on?" Oh God! If this was a dream, right at this moment he would say…

"You." Klaus said as he took the final step, pressing his lean hard body into hers.

Wait what?! Her eyes rounded as they searched his face, this was normally the part of her dream when he would lean in to kiss her then just before their lips would meet she would wake up. She wanted to say something, something good, something, anything at all! "What?" Brilliant Caroline.

"Is it really that hard to believe?" His murmured as his index finger smoothed over her lower lip, pulling it out from between her teeth, "I have wanted you for longer than I care to admit. The taste of your lips haunts my very sleep Caroline."

His hand cupped the side of her face gently causing her body to quiver and a choked whimper to escape from her parted lips. His eyes seemed to flash at the sound and then next thing she knew she was pulled into his embrace, his arms crushing her as he bent her slightly backwards and his hot wet tongue invaded her mouth.

She mind tried to catch up to the fact that he had been talking about her. That he did in fact remember but he was just as scared as her to say anything. But her mouth was filled with the taste of his tongue mixed with the strawberry frosting that she didn't realize her had smeared over her lip making all thoughts next to impossible.

His lips left hers, placing a kiss to the side of her mouth before he trailed a line of kisses up to her ear. His harsh breath rasped in his ear, his hand pulled her hair loose from its ponytail grasping it by the roots at the back of her neck as it fell, "Tell me you want me. Tell me you remember. Tell me it wasn't just some glorious dream my mind concocted all those mouths ago."

Caroline grasped the back of his neck, her body arched into his moaning as his stubble scratched against the side of her face as he pulled back to look her straight in the eyes and demand, "Tell me."

Her lips trembled as she breathed, "Yes."

His hand ran down the arch of her back cupping her lower cheeks, yanking her into his hard body, flicking his tongue out to just barely enter her mouth before snarling, "Yes what?"

"I want you. God! I want you."

The rumble in his chest reverberated through hers as he smashed their lips together, teeth clinking as their tongues dueled.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she squirmed against his body, groaning wildly as her nipples rubbed against the inside of her bra. He spun them around pushing her with his hips against the counter his hands holding the sides of her neck as their lips continued dancing wetly together.

His hand flew to the top of her button-down shirt fumbling with the top button before he gave up, ripping it open and sending buttons scattering across the room. He left her lips staring down at her heaving chest with fire in his eyes before his hands went under her arms holding her steady by her shoulder blades as he placed wet rushed kisses where her bra didn't cover murmuring, "It wasn't a dream."

Caroline tossed her head back with a moan as his tongue dipped under the edge of her bra, her hands fisted in his hair, "No, it wasn't."

His dark lust full eyes glanced up at her as his tongue slithered under her bra once more, "You remember."

"Yes." She shakily replied, hitching her leg over his hip.

One hand left her back to slide up her leg from knee to hip, rubbing the side of his face over her cleavage as he rasped, "You want me."

A cross between a whimper and a groan expelled from her lips as he rocked his hips against her center. "Yes."

Caroline whined as he stopped moving and stood them both straight, "Now?"

She couldn't believe he was even asking her this. Especially when she could feel the throb of his cock trapped inside his pants laying hotly against the inside of her thigh.

"Yes damn it! Now!" She all but yelled in frustration.

"No need to shout Caroline." He chastised her before his lips curved into a smug smirk, "Well, not yet anyways."

Before she could retort he had her lips trapped with his own, his hand trailing over her breast down her stomach to the top of her jeans, snapping the button open and yanking down her zipper.

His hand dipped under her panties, his knuckle brushed against her clit sending her reeling, her head falling back as he twisted his hand to run his finger over her slit. His deep masculine groan spiked her arousal as he rasped against the front of her neck, "So wet Caroline. So very wet."

His arm snaked up her back gripping her hair in his fist as he held her up, both moaning hoarsly from kiss swollen lips as he pushed a single digit into her soaking core.

He set a quick near punishing pace that had her eyes opening wide as she felt her orgasm begin to crest faster than she had ever felt before. Her hips undulated against his hand as his finger attacked the same spot over and over again, his palm rubbing against her clit with every move. Her eyes latched onto his face, his full bottom lip hanging open as his breath rushed out, his eyes stared at her face devouring every reaction he pulled from her. And then it hit her like a tidal wave, her inner walls clamped down on his finger as her body shook with pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders as her voice cracked on his name. "Fuck Klaus!"

She had just regained herself from her orgasm, her head resting against his chest as he held her with his hands rubbing soft soothing circle over her back. She raised her head from his chest to look at him in the eyes, watching them darken in need as hers spoke to him silently, Not enough. More. Now.

His jaw clenched as his chest heaved and she felt his cock twitch against her leg. Smirking at him lustfully she ran her hands down to the bottom of his shirt, yanking it out of his pants and pulling it over his head. The next few minutes were nothing but a blur as they stripped each other of their clothing, letting it all flutter to be forgotten to the floor around them. Both seemed to be of a similar mindset, there would be time for slow later. There would be time to savor the other later. But for now, they had waited long enough.

Klaus yanked her into his arms before gently lowered her body to the kitchen floor, the sounds of something crashing to the floor from the countertop barely registered in her mind, not caring since she knew her confections for tomorrow were safely sitting on the other side of the kitchen.

And then there was nothing left in the world but the sounds of Klaus's guttural groan as he opened her legs and pushed his way deeply inside her.

His body laid completely over hers resting on his forearms as his hands smoothly slid over the sides of her face, their large hazy eyes staring into each other's inches apart as their hot breaths meshed and mingled together.

She could feel his heart pounding right along with her own as he pulled his hips back before snapping them flush against hers. Her body trembled beneath his, her legs lifting to lock around his lower back, her nails scouring and dragging over his shoulders as he continued snapping his hips again and again.

His panting breath hissed between his clenched teeth as she moaned and writhed completely caught in the web of erotic pleasure his body gave her. His pelvis began rotating in random circles and with every snap forward of his hips her inner walls clamped down on his ridged cock tighter.

"Fuck yes Caroline."

His deep sensual voice broke shivers out across her skin as she clung to his body harder as the heat began to unfurl within her core before it snapped. Her entire body vibrating as the intensity of her orgasm washed over her, her voice cracking as she shouted his name toward the ceiling.

She felt his body bow and tremble over hers as he roared out his pleasure as his cock began twitching deep inside of her.

Once his release was over he fell to her side, pulling her over to rest half on top of him as her body still thrummed with pleasure, their breaths still heavy from exertion.

As their hearts slowed from their frantic pace she felt her head lift and fall as he chuckled. She lazily raised her head with a content grin, "What?"

He swiped a finger down the side of her cheek, pulling it back to show her the frosting on its tip before popping it in his mouth with a pleased hum, "While I've never been a fan of raspberry, I have to admit it taste incredible off your skin."

She ducked her head with a blush only to look back up into his newly heated gaze as he lifted her chin, "I am quite the fan of chocolate though Love. Perhaps we can see how much more delicious it will be when I lick it off your delectable skin." He smirked as he pulled a gasp from her as his finger flicked over her nipple.

Caroline hummed with her head tilted to the side, "And after, maybe I can see how it will taste as I lick it off you." She smirked as she felt his cock twitch against her hip.

Klaus rolled them over, smothering her giggles with his lips before trailing his way down to take her nipple into the heat his mouth.

Caroline thought randomly as his tongue twirled over her peak that she was right all those months ago. This was definitely the hottest sex session she ever had, and by the way he was slowly trailing his mouth across her chest to her other nipple, she had a feeling that it would only get hotter and hotter.

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Well…Tah-Dah. This concludes my Klaroline Episode for All Human Day. ;)

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