Hi guys :) It's been a while, hasn't it ?

I'm sorry I didn't get to post in a long time, but I have been in and out of the hospital for months and I didn't have the heart or, frankly, the inspiration to write this chapter. Hopefully, I am getting better and I'll be able to post more often !

I hope you are all well and that your summer is good so far.

Thanks for all the follows during our little time off ! I hope you'll like this chapter :)

The following night was one of the hardest nights of Caroline's life. Lust and envy kept her awake, panting and moaning in frustration. She wanted Klaus. She wanted him bad. She wanted him now. In the end, tired of fighting with herself, she picked up her phone.

"You know, I think I drank a little too much last night." she declared as soon as she heard him pick up.

She was lying on her bed, only covered by her sheets, her window opened to let a breeze in. She was hugging her knees, a smile curving her lips, holding her phone between her head and the pillow, wishing she could reach out and touch him, that he was there with her. She only had had a couple of drinks, and, paired with her tiredness and her mild obsession over her boss, she thought it a good idea to open the conversation with that.

"Caroline, it's two thirty in the morning." Even when sleepy and raw, even when heard through a telephone, Klaus' voice sent shivers down her spine : he had a low, raspy voice that unraveled her soul and uncrossed her legs, and she would have been content to listen to it for the rest of her life. She smiled, eyes barely open.

"I know."

"And you still called ?" He sounded amused.

"I wanted to hear your voice.", she protested, and he chuckled in answer.

"You saw me not four hours ago."

"So ?"

There was a still pause, and Klaus whispered in her receiver. "You know, I could be at your door in twenty minutes."

The proposition made her stomach flutter, and she hid her blushing face in her pillows. "We can't. That would be bad of us."

"Fifteen if I don't get dressed."

"Klaus !" she gasped, laughing and merry.

She liked this. This flirting, and how easy it was. She loved that he didn't mind that she called in the middle of the night, loved that she could, loved that she wanted to. She loved going to bed with the biggest smile on her face, her head filled with good memories, so sure of herself and the man who wanted to build something with her. Right at that moment, she was blissfully happy.

She heard him laugh at her dim protests, and laugh even more when she retorted that they needed to do this properly, and that booty calls were not on the table.

"And yet you call me in bed."

"I know. I'm being bad. Which is why you need to be good."

"Um, so many things right with that sentence."

"Stop flirting with me.", she moaned in protest, but so weakly it made him chuckle.

"So you can flirt with me, but I can't flirt with you ?"

"Exactly."

"I told you, I don't have a lot of experience with being good. I have half-a-mind to call on you anyway. I'm pretty sure you'd accept me with open arms."

"Hm, maybe."

She noticed her chuckles becoming lower and more throaty, and as Klaus talked softly in her ear, she felt heat starting to rise and radiate between her legs. She wriggled in her bed, trying to make it go away, but no matter how much she moved, it only seemed to expand to her stomach as he threatened to show up at her door. She even moaned softly, frustrated, when he put on his bossy voice and told her to go to sleep.

"I don't want to."

After what seemed like an incredibly long minute, he spoke again. "Caroline ?"

"Hm ?"

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

He didn't wait for her to respond and hung up swiftly, and it was all Caroline could do not to shriek and giggle like a giddy schoolgirl. Her heart was in her mouth, and she quickly surveyed her room to get rid of any incriminating evidence that she was the most messy girl he'd ever met. She hid her stuffed bears in her closet and the clothes lying on the floor under her bed, then texted him where their emergency key was. She tried not to over think this, tried not to get too nervous, but all she wanted to do was jump up and down. It only occurred to her that she was already half-naked, wearing only her panties and a loose tank top borrowed from Stefan years ago and never returned, when she heard the key sliding in, and she scrambled to find pants before Klaus could see her. When she looked up, however, he was already in the door frame, leaning against it, a small smirk on his lips.

"Goddamn ninja." she muttered, much to his amusement. He closed the door behind him when he got in her room, looking nowhere but at her, making a direct line for her. It only took him one step to get to her, and she eagerly let him slide his hands on her waist. She gestured for him to be silent. "Stefan is in his room.", she whispered. He nodded, his fingers softly sliding up her hips, smiling more openly as she shivered. "Well, we'll have to be silent, then, won't we ?" he stated, watching her face as he moved his fingers on her now very sensitive skin. She allowed herself a minute to drink him in, to get closer, smell the soap on his skin, feel his breath on her neck. There was electricity in the air and she bit her lip to suppress a moan, and felt Klaus chuckle against her. It echoed through her bones, warming her from the inside. She gently pushed him until he fell ass first on her bed, looking up at her with a mix of awe and desire in his eyes. He waited, patiently, his breath shakier by the second, and watched as she moved atop him, her legs against his, thighs against her heels. She crushed her lips to his with a smile, and he resumed his drawing on her skin with a little more violence and pressure. Caroline pressed their stomachs together, grabbing his hair, tugging at it with more force than she would have liked, trying to get him closer and closer. She felt like she was on fire, like her body was going up in flames, and he was the gasoline that made her explode. She tried to keep it together, tried not to unravel under his touch, but she only got wetter and out of breath. She bit his lip and he squeezed her waist, protesting softly when she pulled back. She fumbled in the dark, taking off his shirt slower than what she would have liked, and frowned and pouted when it wouldn't give way. She heard him chuckle, but she was too engrossed in the sight of him to register the soft sound completely. His beauty took her breath away, and she stared on, unashamed, for a moment. Only when he talked did she realize what she was doing.

"Like what you see ?"

He was teasing her, taking pleasure in her delight, tilting his head. She tried to breathe evenly, in and out, but she was too mesmerized to look at his face. She had imagined him naked quite a few times, - and all those fantasies had ended up in the same way, with her completely naked as well - but the reality seemed so much better. She followed the lines of his chest with her palms, shivered when she made him shiver, and when he pushed away her hand to kiss her again, she very nearly lost her mind. He kissed her lips, her chin, her jaw, her neck; and each of those kisses chipped at her consciousness. She threw her head back, breathing so loud she was sure everyone in New-York could hear her. Her fingers pushed down the hem of his pants as much as they could, and his smile on her skin made her bolder. When she found out he didn't wear any underwear, she gasped in surprise, her fingertips touching the soft skin and finding him already fully erect. It only lasted a second, but it had been enough for him to reverse the roles. The next thing she knew, she was shirtless and on her back, and a gloriously naked Klaus was towering over her. Her heart got caught in her breath, but she couldn't stop staring. His own eyes were pitch black, filled with violent lust, but there was still the hint of a smile on his lips.

Had Caroline been able to breathe at that moment, she'd have been able to make a sound ; but, as she felt Klaus lean over her, trailing lazy kisses on her knees and up her thighs, she was only able to grab her sheets with full fists, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. Just kissing her, feeling him breathe on her skin, was enough to blow her mind. She really was in trouble, for how could she handle what would inevitably come next if she couldn't handle this ? Her own lust was pulsating in her stomach, keeping her knees open and non-resistant, kept her awake and aware of everything.

Stefan is in the other room, she wanted to repeat to herself like a mantra to refrain her moans. He's in the other room, Stefan is – but no, it was no use; Klaus felt much too good against her skin for her to think about any other thing, and she bit her lips to try and make less noise.

"Shh." Klaus ordered against her thigh, the breath reverberating, fingers pressed on her skin. She moved only to accommodate him, trying to refrain all her impulses to surrender him, keep him prisoner between her legs. She arched her back as he was getting closer and closer to her underwear, begging for more, much, much more. "Klaus – oh my God-" she whispered, trying to press him on, her breath hitching. The man simply smiled, taking his time, knowing full well how crazy she was getting, how lustful. But she wanted it all, and she wanted it now. She wanted him inside of her, pushing and pushing, thrusting and plunging, in whatever position he wanted for as long as he gave her what she wanted. Her hands flew from her mattress to his head, trying to get him to come up, to get him to look at her and see how much she wanted – no, needed – him between her legs. To have to stay silent, to let him have fun with her desire, was agony. Especially when she felt him nuzzle against her panties. And at that very moment her body jerked awake, all inhibitions leaving her for good; nothing else mattered but her and the man in her room.

"You're all wet." he stated, his voice hoarse and thick with yearning. He chuckled as Caroline opened her legs wider, hips moving upward to meet his mouth, unabashed by her actions. He played with the soft fabric before pulling them down in one swift movement. Caroline was vaguely aware of how cottony her legs felt, how they moved to match his will, vaguely aware of his gasp as he stared at her now completely naked body, vaguely aware of a ruffle as the mattress shifted when he moved. She was only vaguely aware because Klaus, through all of it, kept his mouth on her now exposed little pussy, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. She stifled a cry, her fingers intertwined in his hair, pushing and pulling with her shaky breath. "Klaus-", she hiccuped, and his eyes shot up to meet her gaze. He didn't respond, but she felt him shudder, tongue still moving. "Klaus", she repeated, a little louder, "fuck me. Now. Please." She had trouble getting the words out, not because she didn't mean them, but because she was slowly going insane with anticipation. She felt it, however, felt the smile and felt him move over her, like a cheetah over his prey, and she couldn't help but gawk at him. Her hands slid down from his hair to his neck, his shoulders and his back, pushing against the skin to feel it all under her touch, every bump, every scar, everything. His hands were squeezing her hips, positioning them on his folded legs, one leg on each side of him. He knew what he was doing; his eyes never left Caroline's, who fought to keep her head, fought to stay present, to focus on the man whose face was only inches from hers. He entered her, so slowly, so languidly, she felt like exploding under his gaze in pleasure and exasperation.

"Your wish, my command." he said when he had fully penetrated her.

He had wanted to give her a second to adjust to his girth, to adjust to the new sensation, but she was already moving her hips, using her folded thighs to help her slow circles. Caroline's mouth was a perfect 'o' as she moved, eyes locked on Klaus' gaze, trying desperately not to make any noise, and failing a little more each time Klaus moved, too. She was so wet, so ready, so willing that he began pushing in and out of her very quickly. Long, lazy strokes at first, but getting quicker by the minute. "Fuck," Caroline whispered on his lips, pushing him to her with her palms, "fuck, fuck, fuck -"She was slowly losing her grip on reality, as nothing else but his movements mattered, nothing but the pleasure quickly building from her toes to her fingertips, heartbeat erratic and inconsistent. His fingers on her waist, gone; his hot gaze on her, gone; everything else but his shaky breath and his violent thrust; gone. He, too, she knew, had been waiting far too long to do it properly, to care for propriety and the boy in the next room, and all she knew was that it felt so darn good, that she wanted more, that he could give her more. So she pressed her open lips to his, too engrossed in their dance to care for anything else, and everything got quicker and careless and rough, and she was coming on his lips, his kiss drowning her cries, but he kept going and going, making every move feel like Heaven, and she begged for more, more, more as pleasure hit her again, more violent than the first time, and she unraveled under his weight. She barely recalled his own cries other than how good they felt on her skin, how perfect they sounded, and how much she wanted to keep them coming. She moved with him until his own climax hit him, his face contorted with pleasure for a while, and couldn't help herself but grab his face and kiss him hard.

They kissed for a moment, passionately at first, but slower and lazier as they tried to get back to reality, her fingers caressing his back, while his felt like burns on her sides. She couldn't stop smiling, even against his lips, and she protested as soon he tried to move away.

"Let me at least get comfortable.", he chuckled.

She wriggled and pouted until he was lying next to her, his face just inches from hers. She glued her stomach to his, intertwining their legs together, and looked at him straight in the eyes. She was still out of breath.

"Well, that was fun." she stated, as innocently as she'd have recited a recipe.

He roared with laughter, and she had to put her palms to his mouth to cover the sound. She pretended to be mad at him, scowling and frowning, but he only smiled, innocently, and Caroline felt her inside turn to mush all over again. She wanted to say something else, something sweet, to distract them both from this intimacy, but she couldn't find anything to say, so she simply stared on, stroking his ribs as he laid on his side with the tip of her fingers. He couldn't stop looking at her either, and kept her close with his arm around her. Caroline knew she was sweaty, and disheveled, and red-faced, and all-in-all a huge mess, but she couldn't care less : she felt at ease, and it made her grin.

Klaus must have read her mind, since he breathed : "You look bloody well fucked, Caroline Forbes."

She playfully hit him. "Language !"

He chuckled, kissed the tip of her nose. "Sorry. You look thoroughly well fucked." She tried to hit him again, but he caught her before she could. "That's not very nice.", he stated, and Caroline tried not to smile or laugh, tried to stay serious.

"I really don't care." she said, lifting her chin.

He smiled, using his weight to get her on her back, placing her legs on either side of his waist.

"You're not a very nice person, are you ?"

"No, sir." she immediately replied, raising one eyebrow, the shadow of a smirk on her lips. "But neither are you."

Klaus laughed, kissed her on the clavicle, lips going down to her breasts. Caroline's entire body shivered, and she let out a soft sigh. He was moving down to her stomach as he spoke :

"What is it about you that makes me so crazy ?"

She couldn't tell if he was speaking to himself or her, and she didn't quite care; she was already a goner, already back to her brainless state.

"I'm fucking awesome." she panted.

She heard him laugh against her skin and felt his chin on her stomach. "Yes, you are." He moved back up, kissing her as he went, and settled in above her, both his arms bent on either side of her head. His thumbs on her face were light and sweet and felt like the spring sun after the cold. She found herself wishing he would say something to distract her from his stare, but he seemed content enough to just look at her and caress her cheeks. She, too, was more than happy with him settled between her legs, and when they resumed kissing, it was so slow and lazy that it transported her to Heaven, left her there well after he stopped kissing and they both fell asleep in a most uncomfortable position.

They squirmed and awoke a few times after that, each time going back to sleep after slowly having made the other come. Fingers, mouth, even just friction; Caroline was insatiable and sleepy at the same time, a state she had never experienced before, and she faintly wondered if it was normal. But Klaus' heavy, steady breathing against her skin lulled her back to sleep before she could draw any kind of conclusion.

When she woke up the next morning – a little after eight, the luxury - , he was there. Well, not there there – he had probably gone back home when Caroline started to sleep steadily -, but there all the same. She could still feel him on her skin, in her bones. Feel his smile and his kiss. She could still smell him on the pillow, in the sheets, smell the faint smell of sweat and sex. She smiled, shivering slightly under the covers, and stretched. The sun was already shining hot, and Caroline wanted to bake under it for the rest of the day; maybe make some margaritas and call Rebekah – she felt shameful after snapping at her, and she really did miss her friend – and gossip and talk about Stefan and Klaus, and boys in general. She giggled to herself at the nonsense filling her head. God, one night with the man and she found herself becoming she most girly girl there ever was.

Her resolve to get up was getting weaker by the minute but flared up when she heard Klaus laugh in the kitchen. She fumbled with her pj's – that is, she fumbled at finding some – and practically ran there, in only an old nightshirt, and ran into Stefan and Klaus getting chummy over coffee and breakfast. They looked up at her, Klaus radiating with happiness and Stefan almost smirking over his scalding mug, not quite looking at her.

"What's going on ?" she asked, suspicious of the two men.

"Well," Stefan cleared his throat while Klaus chuckled into his coffee, "I was telling Klaus about our time at the Union."

Caroline's eyes widened as both Klaus and Stefan found it impossible to hide their hilarity any more. The Union was a college bar Stefan had worked in and Caroline partied in – quite hard, to her own amazement/embarrassment- almost every week-end.

"Okay, first of all", she stated, lifting a finger to them as they full on laughed, not looking at her, "Nothing that happened there can be held against me because I was drunk most of the time-"

"All the time." Stefan interrupted, but Caroline continued without wanting to notice.

"And second, I'm pretty sure I had more fun in college than the both of you combined, so sue me." She smiled, lifting her chin high, and chuckles followed her to the bathroom.

When she got back out, Klaus was waiting for her with coffee and pancakes. "Hey." he said, softly. Caroline walked to him, sat on his lap and looked around.

"Where's Stefan ?" she asked, gulping coffee down like water. He kissed her shoulder and told her he left to go see Bekah. Caroline nodded and positioned herself on his lap so as to be able to look at him. She gently stroke his cheek with a finger, smiling. "So we're alone." she stated.

"So we are." he said back, a grin growing on his lips.

Caroline moved once more, this time to face him, legs apart on each side of his. His hands quickly found their way to the soft skin above her hips as he asked : "So, table dancing, huh ?"

She giggled, toying with the hem of his shirt. "And body shots. And wet t-shirt contests. And every depraved thing every college student should experience in a bar."

"I am so bloody pissed I wasn't there to see any of it." He smiled, kissing her neck and throat. Caroline closed her eyes and tilted her head back. "Don't worry." she breathed. "Play your cards rights, and you will get to see all of it, and maybe even more."

"Mh, I can't wait." He kissed up her neck and found her greedy mouth closing on his lips as soon as he touched hers. Their tongues danced to the beat of their own, special rhythm, and Caroline's heart began to beat faster and faster. Her mind was focused on his fingers tracing circles on her skin, moving down to her bottom, pushing her pants back as they did. She moaned, goosebumps appearing on her arms, wanting nothing more than to get him closer, to get more. Her own fingers locked on his shoulder, she could do nothing but try to hold on as she felt his fingers slip in her panties, finding her clit softly, his thumb starting to toy with it. "Fuuck", she whispered, eyes shut and fingers digging in Klaus' shoulders. He took advantage of her pleasure to trail warm kisses on her neck, nibbling at times, keeping her on the edge of pleasure and sanity, and watched and played as she lost her mind.

His fingers found her wet and willing, and, as his thumb continued playing with her pleasure button, they easily slipped into her, one by one, until three of them were happily lodged inside of her and her hips moved to meet them greedily. Caroline arched her back, unaware that Klaus' stare grew hotter and his eyes darker as she danced on his fingertips. It all felt too damn good to care about propriety, about ho might hear, about who might walk in. All that mattered was his goddamn fingers moving oh so slowly between her legs, angled in just the right way to please her. His kisses, too, were designed to make her come, or so it felt, every last one of them burning her skin, branding her. She couldn't quite catch her breath, she couldn't really care, none of it mattered any more. She barely even registered him moving her back on the table, even if she heard him pushing their breakfast away, and only protested when his fingers left her. She had been so close ! She moaned, pouted, and opened her eyes.

Klaus was taking off her panties, threw them away, and grabbed her thighs with his hands. His soft pressure into her flesh sent shivers up her spine, and she groaned. She held on what she could find – which wasn't much since she could only touch the smooth table beneath her - and prayed to God she could bear it, all of it. She almost fell as soon as his lips touched her between her thighs, and had to cling to his hair, the only thing she could grasp, and tried not to faint as his tongue started to explore her. She almost exploded right here and there, mind filled with pleasure at being so thoroughly prodded. "Holy fuck, Klaus-" She shivered and cried out in bliss as she came against his lips, collapsing backwards, back to the table, holding on to it with one hand.

His fingers didn't leave her thighs as he stood up straight, towering over her. She struggled to catch her breath, her body slowly coming back down to earth, when he plunged into her with one quick motion. She heard his own cries and moans, and they fuelled her way back to orgasm. She felt so nice, so filled, and she came one more time, too quickly for her own taste, and too powerful, too. She was left a whimpering mess under his touch, shaking, weak, and every move sent her too sensitive body back on the road to pleasure. She wanted it to stop, but she also never wanted it too; and it left her in a state of feverish bliss as she heard him come, too, and felt him filling her with everything he had. He collapsed onto her softly, closing his eyes, giving Caroline a way to touch him. Her palms ran across his back, his nape, his hair; and her smile reached her eyes as she listened to him try and catch his breath. She herself could not will her body to move more than her arms, and so they stayed in this position awhile, holding each other, trying to regain full consciousness.

Klaus was the first to move, as he softly grabbed Caroline and held her in his arms, leaving the living room to go back to her bedroom. He gently lay her down, and lied down with her nuzzling on his chest. She was still grinning, and didn't feel like she could stop.

When she woke up, Klaus was still sleeping next to her. She turned to face him and studied his feature as his chest went up and down in a slow, lazy rhythm, watching him breathe softly. He'd fallen asleep on his side as they curdled up when they fell asleep, her back to his front. She smiled at the night – and morning – she just had, wishing everyday could be Sunday.

"Watching people sleep is creepy, Forbes."

She chuckled softly as he opened one eye, closing it back, and opened the other. She scooted closer, stomach to stomach, and kissed his nose. "I don't care."

She heard him laugh, then stretched and folded his arms around her. He seemed perfectly relaxed and at ease against her, and Caroline felt her belly warm with happiness and pride. She shivered when she heard him groan. "I gotta go."

Caroline held him tighter. "No, you don't." Laughter followed her words.

"Yes, love, I do."

Upon hearing the nickname, Caroline changed her mind and pushed him away, smiling. "Well then, if you're going to start calling me 'love', you can go."

"Why don't you like me calling you love ?" Klaus scooted back closer to her, trapping her between his arms. She shrieked and tried to wiggle her way out, but he just held on, smiling, tickling her exposed skin as she moved. She ended up with her back to him, his hands resting on her stomach, his breath on her neck. Caroline laughed merrily, and breathlessly tried to keep her countenance, and win the argument.

"I'm supposed to like it ?"

"Nobody ever minded." Klaus planted a kiss on her shoulder that sent shivers to her very core, and she closed her eyes, trying to stay focused.

"That's the problem, right there, isn't it ?" she panted. "You call every woman 'love'. Well, I'm not every woman."

Caroline lifted her chin up, a small smile spread on her lips. Klaus stared at her softly for a while, gleeful and proud, before responding. "No, you certainly are not." He kissed her shoulder again, moving on to her neck and jaw, a hand moving down her stomach to the warm, wet place between her thighs, so slowly that Caroline, whose eyes were still shut tight, wanted to grab his arm to help him down. Instead, she backed against him, skin to skin. The last thing she heard before her body gave way was Klaus' whisper on her neck.

"I came alive the day you looked at me."