Hey guys! OMG ya'lls response to the last chapter was amazing! I will take all the threats and anguish you send me!
There is a return of one of our favorite things this chapter :)
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Caroline was miserable.
Utterly and totally miserable.
It had been two weeks. Two whole, insufferable weeks with nothing but complete radio silence from Klaus.
It had also been two weeks since she last saw him.
Christmas break was spent with her hauled up in her room, forcing a smile for her mom when they rushed through the holiday on Christmas Eve in a two hour time span so that they could celebrate before she went back to work. Instead of dancing around the house in a Santa hat and singing carols at the top of her lungs, she spent most of the time curled up on her bed watching Pride & Prejudice while eating a pint of ice cream.
It was total cliché, but she was a cheerleader getting over a breakup. How much more of a cliché could she get?
Well no.
Not a breakup.
But her heart feels like it was. It hurt just as much as any breakup she'd ever had, if not worse.
She'd managed to brush off Elena's concern for the first week of break, with the brunette being out of town visiting relatives and too busy with the holiday. Her friend seemed concerned during the final week of break whenever they met up to go shopping, the normally bubbly blonde subdued and quiet. Elena knew something was wrong, and she didn't hesitate to ask her on a daily basis.
But she didn't pry.
Not as much as Rebekah's knowing looks from across the lunch table for the past two days.
So far, Caroline had lucked out with not running into any of the Mikaelsons in public during the two weeks off, besides school. The family went out of the country for the holidays, like usual. She was relieved about that, unable to think about what would happen if she and Klaus ran into each other at the Grill, or out in the town square when she helped her mom with the Christmas festival the day before Christmas Eve.
But the Mikaelsons were back in school on Monday, and Rebekah kept looking at Caroline like she knew something, which only seemed to fuel the stress she felt over the arrangement ending. Instead of acting like nothing was wrong, she'd done her best to avoid talking directly to her. Rebekah would try to say something, but Caroline would gloss over the subject quickly. She didn't know what the youngest Mikaelson seemingly knew, but she didn't want to broach the subject. Klaus seemingly had the same idea, skipping lunch every day to avoid Caroline.
At first, Caroline feared that he was running off with Aurora as a rebound. (Silly, but she'd always been paranoid, with a best friend as beautiful as Elena, you had to be). But the redheaded temptress had been sitting with Klaus' friend, Marcel, as of late, both of them flirting up a storm during the lunch hour.
That was different.
Caroline looked down at her sandwich, taking a small bite before scrunching up her face in disgust.
So her appetite wasn't back yet.
"Are you okay?"
She looked back up at the blonde Mikaelson, forcing a smile. "Yeah! Just a weird sandwich."
Rebekah grinned. "What, did the cooks actually manage to screw up peanut butter?"
Caroline couldn't help but giggle. "I guess so."
The younger girl's lips twitched in amusement, pushing around the food on her tray. Caroline's laugh died on her lips when she caught a glimpse of a very familiar dirty blonde male's profile, sending a shock to her heart.
Klaus.
It was the first time she'd seen him in two weeks.
Two weeks since she broke both his and her hearts.
Two weeks since she screwed up.
He slid into a chair next to Marcel, tossing a bag lunch in front of him before crossing his arms over his chest. The people at the table acknowledged him, and he nodded in greeting, his eyes drawn to staring at a spot on the table. Caroline's heart stuttered, heat flushing her cheeks as she took him in. He looked amazing as usual with his long sleeve t-shirt and jeans, his stubble littering the jaw line that she always fantasized about.
God, she missed him.
She wanted him.
"Did you have a good holiday?" Rebekah asked, interrupting her ogle-fest.
Caroline's eyes snapped back to hers across the table, shrugging her shoulders half-heartedly in response. She reached over for her bottle of water and unscrewed the cap to take a drink.
"It was okay."
Rebekah nodded, pursing her lips together. "Mine was good. Nik was a right pain in the ass, though."
Caroline started choking on the drink of water, coughing loudly when it went down the wrong pipe. Rebekah's eyes widened and she fought a smile, patting the older blonde on the back lightly.
"Are you okay?"
"Wrong pipe," she croaked, wiping at her mouth.
Her coughing had caught Klaus' attention, and their eyes met over Rebekah's shoulder. Caroline's mouth went dry at the intensity of his gaze, her brain going hazy as she fought to control her desire to run across the lunchroom to him. His blue eyes raked over her form, re-familiarizing himself with the curves of her body.
"Caroline?"
"Hmm?" she hummed, her eyes still locked on Klaus.
"What are you looking at?" Rebekah asked, starting to twist around.
"Nothing," she snapped hurriedly, bringing her focus back to the blonde.
Klaus' gaze hardened and he turned back to his table, answering a question from Marcel. Caroline's heart dropped to her stomach when she noticed the look on his face, but bit her lip to keep her emotions in check.
She will not cry during lunch.
"You seem so sad today," Rebekah remarked.
Caroline just lifted the corner of her mouth in a wobbly smile in response. "Guess I'm just tired."
"Maybe you should go talk to Nik," Rebekah said casually, and Caroline's eyes snapped up to meet the younger girl's sparkling eyes. "Tell him how you feel?"
"What?" she asked hesitantly.
Rebekah gave her a satisfied grin. "You heard me."
"Heard what?" Elena butted in from Caroline's left side.
Caroline laughed a little loudly, grabbing a hold of Rebekah's wrist and tugging on it. "Nothing. Rebekah was just about to accompany to the bathroom, weren't you?"
Pressing her lips together to hide a giggle, she nodded and allowed Caroline to drag her out of her seat and out of the lunchroom. Klaus watched them go, his forehead creased in confusion at Caroline's red face and Rebekah's wholly amused expression.
Caroline tugged her into the abandoned senior hallway and looked around for a minute before turning to face the smirking blonde. Her pulse raced at the look on Rebekah's face, the mirthful glint prominent in her eyes.
"What do you know?" she hissed.
Rebekah folded her arms over her chest and cocked an eyebrow at her. "About?"
Caroline sighed, rolling her eyes. "Why did you make that comment about me telling-" she looked around furtively- "Klaus how I feel?"
"You're miserable, he's miserable at home, which makes living with him a total nightmare."
"How did you find out about us?" Caroline managed to get out.
Rebekah sighed, waving her arm flippantly. "You two were always sneaking out of the lunchroom together, talking about some project that I never saw him or you work on," she ticked off her fingers. "Plus, I heard you that afternoon at my house."
Caroline cheeks flushed furiously at that, and Rebekah giggled, bumping her with her shoulder. "That was disgusting, by the way."
"Sorry," Caroline muttered, slightly mortified.
"Anyways, he started acting like an ass around the house when you and Jesse went out, and then the scene in the hallway-" Caroline cringed at the mention of the breakdown she had in Rebekah's arms a few weeks ago"-so it was kind of easy to figure out."
"It's complicated," Caroline managed with a sigh.
Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Not really, you want to be together."
"Rebekah-"
"No, seriously. You two need to get it together or else Kol is going to find out, and we all know how well he can keep a secret," Rebekah smirked playfully, a teasing tone to her mild threat.
Caroline cringed at the mention of Klaus' younger brother. His mouth was the size of the Grand Canyon, and ability to keep a secret was as fleeting as rain in the Sahara.
"Are you blackmailing me?" Caroline asked incredulously.
Rebekah shrugged, her eyes flashing mischievously. "Possibly."
"The cheerleader in me is impressed by your cattiness," Caroline sighed, giving the blonde a wry smile. "But the friend in me is super annoyed. And scared."
Rebekah's shoulders slumped and she patted her arm. "Listen Care, I love my brother and I want what's best for him. He loves you."
Caroline sucked in a low breath, her eyes filling with tears at the blonde's words. She blinked rapidly to keep them from falling, her heart pattering like a machine gun.
"I want him to be happy," Rebekah continued. "And I want you to be happy, too."
Caroline sniffed, wiping at a tear that trickled down her cheek. "I'm scared," she confessed, looking up at her.
Rebekah gave her a sympathetic look, rubbing her arm. "I know. Love is scary, terrifying, and it hurts."
Caroline blew out a heavy breath, swiping a finger under her eyes to make sure her eyeliner wasn't ruined. "Definitely."
"But it can also be the most amazing thing in the world," Rebekah said softly, squeezing her arm
gently.
She looked at the younger girl, blinking back the rest of her tears. Rebekah was smiling gently at her, her own eyes giving her a knowing look.
"Do you love my brother?" she asked quietly.
Caroline bit her lip and looked down at the ground, focusing on the tiles on the floor. Her pulse was fluttering nervously, and she felt lightheaded, her brain swimming with thoughts of Klaus and the look on his face when he left the closet two weeks ago.
"I don't know," she murmured finally.
The three words that she couldn't seem to stop saying, as opposed to the other three words that she couldn't muster up the courage to say.
Instead of getting angry like Klaus did, Rebekah just gave her a kind smile. "I think you do."
"When did you get so smart?" Caroline joked with a watery chuckle.
"I've always been a genius," Rebekah teased, squeezing Caroline's arm.
She scoffed playfully at the younger girl as she wiped a stray tear on her cheek.
"When you figure it out, don't forget to tell my brother," Rebekah said casually, flipping her straight blonde hair over her shoulder.
She walked away, leaving Caroline rooted to the floor. Feeling more confused than ever, she began wandering down the hall. Lunch would be over soon, and she'd have to find somewhere to go for her free period. There was always the library, but it was always too quiet and Caroline couldn't escape her thoughts about Klaus there.
What did she feel for him?
Anytime she tried to sit down and think about it, she'd end up with a headache and tears rolling down her eyes because she just missed him so much.
She just wants him.
Simple.
It was kind of poetic, the way the cheesy saying "you never know what you have until it's gone" was something Caroline always laughed off, but now she related to it more than ever.
She looked up, completely unsurprised that her feet carried her to the damn janitor's closet that she'd been frequenting with Klaus for the past year. Letting out a shaky breath, she shook her head before turning around to make her escape.
But.
It was a good hiding spot.
It's not like Klaus would be there. He was probably hauled up in the art room or somewhere that he knew she'd never be. Plus, the closet was kind of comforting in a way. Even though it was filled with thoughts and memories of Klaus, it was the one place she could be alone to sit and think.
Or try to avoiding thinking.
Sighing, she turned the knob on the door and thrust it open. Her jaw dropped and heart skipped a beat when she saw Klaus on the other end of the door.
He looked just as surprised to see her, his eyes wide and pencil falling from his hands from where he was sitting on the ground sketching. They stared at each other for a moment, Caroline unable to wrench her eyes from his piercing blues. Her fingers were itching to reach out and grab his wrist to pull him to her, but she just shoved it behind her back. She opened her mouth to say something, but Klaus' jaw tightened and he shut his sketchbook as he got up.
No. No.
Stay.
"Excuse me," he muttered, brushing past her.
Caroline just threw herself up against the door, blocking his exit. He gave her a confused look, cocking his head at her.
"You can't leave," she burst out.
Klaus rolled his eyes. "Yes, I can."
Caroline bit her bottom lip. "Can we talk?"
Klaus sighed heavily, motioning towards her. "So talk."
"How are you?" she asked, cringing at her lame attempt.
He looked at her quietly, but didn't respond. Dropping his sketchbook to the ground, he wandered over to a bucket and sat down. Caroline swallowed, twisting her fingers in the hem of her dress as she looked down at her boots.
"There's my sketchbook, why don't you take another peek at it?" he snarked, eyes glittering at her angrily.
Caroline scoffed, going to sit next to him on another bucket. "I said I was sorry about that."
Klaus looked over at a spot on the wall instead of responding. She squirmed on the bucket, the tension in the air driving her crazy.
"Did you have a good break?" she tried again.
This time Klaus did look at her, letting out a huff before shaking his head and turning back to the spot on the wall.
"Can you just talk to me? Okay? I said I was sorry. Klaus," she snapped, getting off the bucket.
Klaus got up and turned to her, crossing his arms over his chest angrily. "I think I said everything I needed to last time."
"That's not fair, you didn't give me any time to think about it," she started and Klaus cut her off with a cruel laugh.
"Not enough time? Caroline, we'd been fucking on a weekly basis for nearly a year," he shot back, glaring at her.
"That doesn't mean I was ready for things to change," she huffed, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Life changes, sweetheart," Klaus said angrily, his forehead creasing in irritation. "It's about time you learned that."
"I know that," she rubbed her forehead in annoyance. "God, why do you have to be such an ass?"
"Why can't you just tell me how you feel?" he countered, making her heart drop.
"B-Because," she stuttered, feeling her face turn hot.
"Because why?" Klaus moved closer, his eyes boring into hers.
"Why are you pushing this?" she murmured, his chest brushing up against hers.
"Why won't you just tell me?" he asked just as quietly, his eyes searching hers.
Caroline licked her bottom lip, unable to find the words.
She wanted to tell him so bad.
Why couldn't she?
Klaus growled in frustration, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his dirty blonde curls. Caroline squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she screwed everything up. Again.
"For someone who talks a lot, you sure know how to shut up when things get complicated," he quipped angrily.
"You are such an ass," she shot back and Klaus rolled his eyes.
"Big new flash there, sweetheart," he bit out sardonically.
"You're just so frustrating, " she groaned, lifting her face up to the ceiling.
Klaus chuckled darkly, shaking his head in disbelief. "That's funny coming from you of all people."
Caroline moved closer, their noses nearly brushing. "Shut up."
"Make me."
With one look to his lips, Caroline closed the distance between them, crashing her mouth down on his. Klaus immediately responded, his teeth nipping at her lips as his fingers wound into her hair. The kiss was harsh, punishing, like they were both trying to dominate each other. It sent shivers down Caroline's spine, and spread heat throughout her body, settling between the apex of her thighs.
Klaus groaned, hauling her body up against his as he thrust his tongue between her lips, his fingers digging into the small of her back as she gasped into his mouth. Her own fingers curled into the scruff on the back of his neck, her nails pressing into his skin. He pushed her up against the door, her back crashing noisily into the wood. Caroline smirked against his lips, remembering how much she missed him.
How much she loved being touched by him.
His fingers crept down her sides as she arched into him, his lips moving from her mouth down to the curve of her shoulder. He clutched at the skirt of her dress, bunching it up as his hand slid under the hem to the soft skin of her thighs. Caroline panted heavily, biting her lip as he inched closer to her covered core.
"Touch me, please," she begged,
Klaus froze and removed his hands, taking a step back. Caroline immediately felt cold, letting go of his hair as he blinked at her.
"What?"
"I can't do this," he muttered, shaking his head.
Caroline held her breath as she tried not to scream in frustration. It had been four weeks since he'd last touched her and every single nerve ending in her body was screaming at him to ravish her. She was practically dripping for him, and by the way he ground on her thigh earlier, she wasn't the only one who wanted it. All of the tension that remained between them snapped when Caroline sucked in a low breath before exploding.
"What? You can't fuck me?" she hissed, appreciating the dangerous flash in his eyes.
"You know I can," he threw back cockily.
"Oh yeah?" she mused her voice lowering seductively.
"Yeah." His jaw set firmly as his eyes lowered to the cleavage exposed by her dress.
"Prove it."
Klaus growled lowly before launching back at her, attaching his lips to her neck as his hand immediately went back under her dress. She silently cheered in relief, humming as he roughly nipped at her neck, his tongue dragging over the spot to soothe it. Her hips jerked when he brushed over her covered heat, his low groan at the dampness he found reverberated throughout her body.
Her body tensed when he finally slid a finger under her panties, her breath hitching as he explored her folds.
"You're so wet," he muttered, kissing her neck.
"It's all for you," she managed to get out, gasping as he circled her entrance.
He ground himself against her leg, his erection hard against her thigh. His fingers traced her slit, pressing into her entrance and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Klaus buried his head into the crook of her neck, kissing the skin there as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.
Caroline couldn't even bothered to be embarrassed by how obviously aroused she was, her own hand reaching out to grope him through his jeans. Klaus bucked into her hand, hissing as she reached for the buckle on his belt.
He sped up his thrusts, his thumb pressing down on her clit. Caroline couldn't help but cry out, her sounds muffled by Klaus as he kissed her. His tongue flicked between her teeth, meeting hers as she shuddered against his body. With another swipe of the thumb across her clit, Caroline fell apart, drenching Klaus' fingers. He milked her through it, continuing to thrust his fingers into her as he continued to kiss her.
She sighed into his mouth, responding to his kiss feverishly as she went for his belt. He slipped his fingers out of her and yanked at her panties, tearing them off.
"Hey!" she gasped half heartedly.
Klaus just kissed down her jaw, helping her pull off his belt. Their motions were quick, filled with frustration and desire to touch each other as much as possible.
"Do you have a..." she trailed off.
Klaus hesitated, but nodded, reaching into his back pocket and produced a condom. Caroline's face flushed, but she took the condom from him. Their hands worked together at relieving him of his undergarments, him kicking out of his pants as she ripped open the condom wrapper. She took his cock in her hand, and he grunted. With a devilish smirk, she immediately rubbed the tip of it with her thumb.
"Cheeky minx," he managed to get out and Caroline just smiled.
She rolled the condom down on his shaft and he gripped her thighs under her dress, lifting her up to where she was pressed against the door and her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.
Their eyes met and she nodded her consent, his blue orbs watching her carefully. She was drunk on his scent, her brain swimming with desire for him, and every single nerve ending in her body coiling as she anticipated him. His eyes softened a smidge, taking in her appearance. Biting her lip, she hesitated before kissing him hotly. Klaus groaned, low and heady, into her mouth before thrusting into her.
Caroline let out a sharp gasp, disengaging from him as her head fell back against the door in pleasure. Klaus breathed heavily as he filled her, his chest rising and falling rapidly against her taut body. Her nipples strained against her bra, breasts aching to be touched by his nimble fingers.
"Caroline," he murmured into her neck.
Caroline's heart burst and her eyes filled with tears at the desperate way her name dropped from his lips.
This was it.
She felt whole. Complete.
She felt it all with him.
Love, warmth, desire, need, happiness.
Oh God, she loved him.
Caroline's thoughts spun with this new revelation, gasping out loud in quiet disbelief as he started to thrust into her.
He made her feel safe.
He made her laugh just as much as he made her mad.
He could completely unravel her with just one look.
He said she was everything, but he was wrong.
He was everything.
Klaus hit a particularly sensitive spot in her and she cried out, Klaus pressing his lips to hers to muffle the sound. God, she couldn't get enough of his kisses. They were deeper, more desperate than usual. Like at any minute, she would push him away for good and him kissing her was to convince her to stay.
She'd stay forever if he'd ask.
Her hips rocked down to his and he grunted, thrusting up into her even harder. She bit down on his lip, making him falter in his motions before resuming them. His hips snapped up harshly, and the coil of tension in her belly tightened. She clenched all around him, her body tense and taut as her orgasm began to build.
Her toes curled into his skin, clutching him closer. One of his hands wrapped around her waist and the other crept up her torso, squeezing her neglected breast through the material of her dress. Caroline sucked in a sharp breath, swallowing back a moan when he began to kiss her exposed cleavage, nipping at the valley between her breasts.
They moved together in tandem, the moment feeling much more intimate than she expected. She thought it would be angry, frustration, hate sex. But she felt everything. Her pain, his pain, the love she felt for him, and his for her.
It just made the moment that more intense.
His thrusts began to roughen, a sign of his impending release and Caroline forced his head to hers. Their eyes locked, his lustful gaze softening into something else. She tried to convey everything she was feeling through hers, but the desire began to take over, and her eyes slid shut.
He pressed his face to her neck and pressed into her even harder. The tension in her body snapped and she fell over the edge, clenching all around his cock and Klaus let go, her name a soft whisper on his lips. Her walls fluttered around him, drawing out his release as he peppered kisses down her skin.
"Klaus," she whispered quietly, pressing her sweaty forehead to his.
He panted into her chest, kissing it once more before letting go of her. He helped her down, stepping away immediately. Caroline's heart ached at the way he refused to look at her, his eyes drawn to the floor as he dressed, disposing of the condom in one of the trash bags left over from their past interludes.
Caroline pressed her thighs together, biting her lip unsurely when she realized that she didn't have any underwear to put on. Something that was not lost on Klaus as he sheepishly picked up her panties and handed it to her.
"Sorry," he muttered.
She blushed, but just shook her head. "I have my cheer briefs in my locker."
He nodded, not quite meeting her eyes. Caroline licked her lips, swallowing heavily as she stepped closer.
It was time for her to tell him.
"Klaus-"
"I need to go," he said quickly, turning around to pick up his sketchbook.
"But-"
"Seriously," he said, flipping through it.
"That's my line," she said half heartedly.
His lips twitched but he didn't smile. He found what he was looking for and handed the sketchbook to her.
"Wha-"
"Just take it," he murmured and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Her fingers tightened around the spiral bound book as he brushed past her, the door opening and then closing with a quiet thud. Hesitantly, she looked down at the book and a gasp escaped her.
He drew her again.
This time it was a picture of them both, standing together at the Falls. Their fingers were intertwined and he was looking at her, his face a vision of adoration. The likeness of her was in the middle of laughing at something he must have said, light seemingly radiating from the page.
He must have drawn this in the past two weeks.
This was the future he wanted for them.
Tears clouded her vision and she blinked, a few escaping down her face. Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly, her breathing speeding up as relief started to fill her. She wasn't too late, like she'd thought. It was in her hands to go forward, to fix it.
There was hope.
And she knew exactly what to do.
*wipes face* Well, FINALLY CAROLINE! We've all known for weeks, but she FINALLY came to her senses and realized what was going on.
So, what did we think of this chapter? The return of smut (chorus sings)? Her talk with Beks? The closet encounter? THE PICTURE(!)? What do we think Caroline is going to do next chapter? Please, please please review :)
One more to go guys...
Until Next Time
Kaitlyn