Okay, so its been almost a month since the last update...yeah so sorry about that. These past few weeks have been crazy. I've been doing a bit of renovating and that's been taking up some time and money. Also, I'm stressing over the fact that there is just 5 weeks left of school and SO much work that needs to be done.
Oh, and apparently someone stole my first fic "It Will Always Be You, Love" and posted it on another site under another name and pretended it was theirs. Yeah, messed up, right? A big thanks to a reader of mine who pointed it out to me and the story has been REMOVED along with another story that she stole by another author on this site.
Back to this update...okay, it's not technically update, well it is, but its short. As you can see, I've changed the rating of this story to rated M. So, this chapter is filled with a lot of you know what ;). Be kind. I haven't done A LOT of sex scenes so I hope it's good. Please read and review. I know I've kept all of you waiting a long freaking time and I apologize. Writer's Block is a pain in the ass. ENJOY!
Vignette: Lying Close to You
Later that night, Claire slowly stepped over the threshold leading into Klaus' mansion and let her eyes glance around automatically cautious.
"They're not here," he responded almost as if he could read her mind. He closed the door behind them and she felt his hand take hers. "They're staying just outside out of town. I thought that if today went in my favor that you'd move back in, but I knew that you wouldn't want them here so I sent them away this morning."
"You really were confident that you'd be able to convince me," she remarked with a small chuckle. "I guess I didn't stand a chance."
"I was more like hoping that I could. You're a strong-willed woman and I knew never to assume anything." His hand squeezed hers and he led them toward the parlor. "Would you like another drink?"
"No, I'm fine," she answered as he released her hand to go over and pour himself a drink while she walked over to the piano. Her hands lightly touched the smoothness and paused when she heard his voice.
"It's yours, you know," he pointed out as he stood by the small liquor cabinet. "I bought it back in 1922, days after I left you in Chicago." This brought a smile to her face. "I kept hoping that one day I'd have you back and you'd play for me. It was an impulse buy, but I'm happy to say that it hadn't been a waste."
She chuckled lightly. "You're pretty unbelievable you know that?" She shook her head. "God, what I wouldn't give to have those years back." Her eyes went to his and found him looking regretful. "I don't blame you for taking them away, you had your reasons. I just feel like so much could have been different had we been able to live those years together."
"You mean I would be different," he corrected pointedly with a sad look upon his face. He turned away from her and headed over to the fireplace.
"Perhaps," she whispered gently. "You are still very much so much like the man that I remembered from the 20's, but maybe a lot of things could have been different. I mean Stefan and I wouldn't have returned to Mystic Falls. He wouldn't have met Elena. Maybe Damon would have come around and allowed us back into his life. Maybe we would've been close again." The more that she thought about what could have been with her brothers if Elena Gilbert hadn't entered their lives, the more she found herself becoming resentful for what had happened. Now all she had was a whole lot of maybes. With a snort, she quickly apologized. "I'm sorry. I'm dwelling on things that can't be changed." She moved away from piano and headed over to his workbench.
Her eyes moved over the table filled with scattered array of sketches. She smiled slightly as she silently reveled in his incredible artistic talent that always seemed to take her breath away. Her eyes gazed over a collection of drawings and saw her own face staring back up at her. "God, your work always astounds me."
In his sketches, her expression was that of someone who looked to be in love and staring at her lover with great fondness. This drawing had obviously been drawn from memory.
Suddenly, she inhaled sharply when she felt him move up behind her, his lips lightly grazing her right ear. "I often wondered if I would ever get to see that expression again," he whispered faintly. "The moment that you left all I could do was draw that expression over and over—it was almost as if I thought I would forget it. I never thought you'd ever be here again—not after what I've done."
She turned her face slightly to the right and his nose nuzzled against her cheek. "I'm here now."
"Yes, you are," he agreed softly as his breath lightly tickled her jawline. "And I don't deserve you."
"Anyone who is capable of love deserves to have it returned," she pointed out gently as she turned, pressing her back against the worktable and pulled him to her by hooking her fingers into the waistband of his slacks. With her head tilted upward, she continued, "I'm here because I love you. No matter how hard I try, I can't make it stop nor do I want it to."
"I feel the same," he immediately said in return. He placed his glass of bourbon onto the workbench behind her then moved that hand to rest upon her cheek then added, "My life doesn't have any purpose without you in it, Claire. I hope that you can see just how much that I love you."
"I know. I see it on your face." She pressed her body into his as his lips lowered to claim hers tenderly. With a soft moan escaping her lips, she placed her hands against his chest and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
His hand left her face and joined his other hand which was grasping the fabric of her dress at her hips, pulling the garment upwards a bit. After several minutes of kissing and letting their hands explore, Klaus withdrew his lips and commented breathlessly, "Shall we take this upstairs, love?"
Impishly, her eyes glanced upward at him as she coyly remarked, "I don't see anything wrong with right here."
"Are you sure," he questioned as a wicked grin appeared on his face.
"Positive," she answered, pulling him by his tie and reclaiming his lips passionately.
With a rapid movement, his hands were lifting her upward with her legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist. Once she was supported, he used one hand to clear off a space for them on his worktable before placing her to sit on its edge all while their lips continued their assaults.
Next, his hands frantically went to her thighs and slid upward to grab hold of her dress, and their lips separated so that he could lift the dress up and over her head, leaving her in just her strapless, nude colored bra and lace panty set. His eyes devoured every inch of her revealed skin before meeting her gaze.
With look of desire, he reached down to take hold of her left leg, lifting it so that he could slowly slip off her pump. He did the same with the other, never breaking eye contact.
Once both heels were off and tossed aside, Claire grabbed him by the tie again and reeled him back to her so that she could quickly unbutton his dress shirt and rid him of it as well as the undershirt he wore. Once his bare chest was presented to her, she placed her hands over his toned chest and let them rub over his pecks. Licking her lips, she hooked a foot around him and pulled him back to her so that she could wrap her arms tightly around his neck to kiss him again with force.
With a quick move, he had her off the table and was carrying her over to the leather couch where he was prepared to lay her down and climb over her. However, the moment that her back touched the leather surface, she used her supernatural speed to flip them over and shove him down onto the couch instead with a sexy grin.
As he sat slightly slouched against the back of the couch, he devilishly gazed up at her as she hovered over him, straddling his lap. Her hands were back on his chest and she slid them upward to his neck. Her head lowered and she began to lightly trail her tongue over his pulse point which caused him to suck in a quick breath. "You keep doing that, love, and you'll find that I won't be able to control myself," he softly warned.
She grinned against the skin of his neck and softly kissed it, "That a promise?" She leaned back to beckon him with her eyes and that look causes him to lean upward and to seize her lips once more. Soon she felt his hands move up her back to the clasp of her bra and soon she felt the garment loosen. Without breaking lip contact, he flung it to the side and pulled her close so that their bare chests pressed against the others.
He pulled his lips from hers, "Baby, I want to make love to you slow and sensually…" He didn't need to continue, but she knew that there was a huge but in there and from the way his body was responding, it was clear that he wanted to quicken this up.
So, she quickly cut him off, "Get those pants off, Nik, now."
His eyes widened slightly, but the shock quickly wore off when she climbed off his lap and began slide down her panties. He shot to his feet and began ridding himself of his slacks and boxers, kicking them away. He reached for her body, pulling her with a quick yank, and lifting her up again.
When her legs were loosely wrapped around him, he backed up and lowered himself back down to sit on the couch and leaned back with his arms tightly around her. Their lips reconnected as she raised her body, letting herself rub against him.
He tore his lips from hers and gasped, "Love…" Their eyes locked and his hands immediately went to grasp her hips, ready to guide her where he needed her the most.
Moments later, they both released a guttural moan as her body lowered and he entered her warm, wet center. After allowing her a moment to adjust to him, she immediately took control and began moving her body up and down in a slow, sensual movement.
With her eyes clenched closed, Claire found herself biting her bottom lip as her body took in the feel of him buried deep inside her. "Mmm…" Her fingers buried themselves into his sandy hair, curling and tugging with each movement below.
His head tilted upward so that their lips could meet in an open-mouth, gasp-filled kiss while his hands gripped her hips as they quickened their movements. When their lips finally connected and their tongues met, she allowed herself to get lost into their love making.
Minutes later, both their bodies were drench in sweat as they continued to move in sync. He was trailing hot kiss along her shoulders and moved them upward to her neck where he sucked her skin.
"Take my blood," she requested when she felt his tongue teasing her pulse point. She knew what he wanted, what he needed and she was feeling the very same. She had missed drinking his blood. It made her feel like he was more a part of her.
"Together," he panted, his breath tickling her skin.
Biting her bottom lip, she nodded as she felt herself nearing her release. As her body continued to move in tune with his, she tilted her head to the left, while his was tilted to the right. She felt his fangs lightly graze her skin just as her own lowered to his neck. After a few beats, they both broke the skin at the same time and all movement stopped.
The pain of pleasure that his bite caused along with the sudden flash of passion that filled her as they both reached their climax was mind blowing! Her whole body erupted in pleasure as she clutched onto the back of the couch roughly.
She pulled her mouth from his neck and gasped while his arms held in place. He drank from her for a few seconds before pulling away. "More," he breathed. "You need to drink more from me."
She moved her head up and down. "In a moment," she responded as she felt his hands rubbing her back soothingly. As their bodies came down from their high, he lifted her upward to slip from her body and she found herself releasing a soft whimper at the loss of him.
Their eyes locked and both of them smiled at the other, contently. She pressed her forehead against his and murmured, "I love you, Nik."
"Say it again," he whispered as his eyes soften.
"I love you," she repeated.
"No, say Nik again," he corrected, his smile widening.
With wider grin of her own, she said it again, "Nik."
"Again," he insisted eagerly.
She giggled, "Nik, Nik, Nik." She lightly kissed his lips. "Satisfied?"
He nodded. "Never stop calling me that," he beseeched. "I'm yours, always."
"Okay," she whispered as she ran her fingers through his disheveled hair. "Always."
"Drink some more of my blood," he persisted, offering his neck to her again. She felt the slight sting left over from his bite and so she curled her fingers in his hair and lowered her mouth to his neck, letting her fangs puncture his skin.
She felt his arms tighten around her, pulling her tightly against his chest. Once she had gotten her fill and after his continued insistence to drink more, she withdrew and leaned back again to gaze into his eyes.
"Bedroom," he questioned coyly. "The night is still young."
"We still have some making up to do," she agreed and she slipped off his lap, grabbing the throw draped over the back of the couch, wrapping it around herself then grinned wickedly. "You'll have to catch me first!" With that, she zoomed off.
Klaus grinned and climbed to his feet, grabbing his boxers and slipping them on. "I'm in no mood for games, sweetheart!" He walked from the room and tried to detect her whereabouts. "Where are you?"
When he searched the entire lower half of the mansion, he heard her soft call from upstairs, "Up here, Nik!"
He rushed up the stairs and checked each room thoroughly. When he was heading toward his bedroom, a blur of motion flashed toward him and he was shoved against the hallway wall and his lips assaulted by the sweet pair belonging to his beloved.
While he enjoyed the intensity of her kiss, he needed to regain control and he tore his lips from hers and pushed forward and sent them across to the opposing wall. He pressed her firmly against it and grinned devilishly, "You gave up way too easily."
With a wink, she responded, "I guess my need for you is much more appealing than a silly human game of cat and mouse."
He groaned as she brushed up against him and he all but ripped the blanket from her body, revealing herself to him again. As his eyes took in her perfect body, he felt himself growing hard again and his need to be inside her once more was hard to resist.
His hands moved from where he had her pinned against the wall to slide down her arms which instantly wound around his neck, causing her breast to press against his chest. He reacted instantly and he reached down to clutch her hips. "God, baby," he moaned.
With a sexy grin, she leaned up to softly kiss him and whispered, "Take me to bed, love."
He gave her loving look before swiftly lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around him and he carried through the door, claiming her lips ferociously until his legs ran into the side of the bed. He leaned forward and carefully deposited her onto the duvet.
He hovered over her and broke contact with her lips so that he could stare down at her. His gaze softened as he admired the beautiful creature staring up at him with a content look upon her face. "I love you."
She reached up and touched his cheek, "I know." Her head lifted so that she could press her lips against his again and the rest of the night was filled with a lot getting reacquainted.
The next morning, Claire awoke from a very blissful sleep with her body pressed against his side, her head resting on his chest. Her head tilted upward to find him awake against the pillows above watching her with a smile. "Morning," she greeted.
"Morning, love," he said in return and ran his fingers through her tangled locks. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fabulously," she answered as she propped her elbow onto his chest and rested her chin in her palm. "You?"
He cupped her face with the hand that had been running through her hair, "Never better."
"I could stay like this forever," she whispered.
"I could go for that," he responded with a chuckle.
"Let's never leave," she insisted with a cheerful smile upon her face. "In fact, let's get away from Mystic Falls for a bit—just us. Please, Nik, just for a little while. I need to get away from my brothers and this town. I want what we had in Chicago…Paris. It was so less complicated then. I just want to relax and be with you without all this cure talk." When he seemed a bit hesitant, she persisted, "Look, Jeremy and the Hunter's mark will still be here and you have the sword so they can't exactly decipher the tattoo without you. Please? Do it for me?"
He sighed, "You would say that wouldn't you?" She bit her bottom lip and gave him a pleading look. "Of course, love, we'll leave right away."
With a tiny squeal, she pushed herself up and leaned upward to kiss him excitedly. "Thank you!"
He laughed, "Where would you request that we go?"
"Somewhere with a beach," she insisted with a wink then climbed from the bed and disappeared into his closet. When she reappeared she was dressed in one of his Henley shirts and winked at him as she headed to the door. "I'm going to head over to Alaric's and pack my things. Meet me there with the car?"
He nodded, "I'll make all the arrangements."
"Fabulous," she remarked and blew him a kiss before heading out.
As she made her way downstairs to gather her clothing, she couldn't help but feel relieved to be getting out of town even if it was just for a little bit. They needed this especially after everything that had happened.
After quickly putting back on the dress from the day before, she neatly folded his shirt and placed it on the arm of the couch then reached down to grab her heels then headed out.
Hours later, they were on a private jet heading toward St. Lucia where the spent a couple of weeks in the sunshine laying on the beach.