Chapter 11: Maybe Dick
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Warning: Smutty times to be had...
"I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing."
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
The smooth satin of her dress was bunched at the top of her soft thighs, wrinkling it beyond recognition. They had yet to pose for pictures, but Caroline could not find the energy to be angry at Klaus, especially with his clever digits tapping a furious beat against her throbbing little button. She hissed as he slipped in two long fingers, curling them just right within her dripping heat. "God, you know just what I need," she whispered against his ear, nibbling on his tender lobe.
"How appropriate, love," Klaus murmured, pumping his hand in strong, short strokes against her parted thighs.
She rocked her hips, following the delicious rhythm he had set, wincing only slightly as her knees sharply hit the polished cherry of the pew. She reached down to fondle his burning erection through his black dress pants. She outlined his length, grinning against his powerful jaw as she felt his skin quiver at her playful touch. "Such an eager boy," she murmured, halting the sinful movement of her hips to concentrate on his zipper.
"I'll show you boy," he growled as he impatiently pushed away her hands. He quickly freed his rock-hard flesh and pushed into her with one smooth thrust. "Does that feel like a mere boy buried in your tight little cunt, sweetheart?"
Caroline swiveled her hips, gripping Klaus tightly as she met his powerful thrusts. She groaned in response, feeling the familiar, sweet ache that signaled she was about to come.
"No, my love," he rumbled, gray eyes flashing golden, "not like that. I need to taste your release. This is supposed to be my delicious distraction." He barely forced the words past his gritted teeth before he had yanked her from his soaked cock and pulled her trembling center toward his impatient tongue. She cried out as she reached her peak, his furious licking and swirling of her desire was her undoing.
As he slowly released her thighs and helped support her wobbly body as she tried to stand up, she caught his impressive length, still begging for attention. With a grin, she moved to her knees, gently resting her palms in his rumpled lap. "Your treat turned into my treat — perhaps you deserve another," she murmured playfully, lightly smearing a trail of their combined fluids across his rosy tip.
"By all means," Klaus said, panting slightly as he spread his strong thighs to accommodate Caroline's slender frame as she leaned over his throbbing erection. She eased his soft skin into her warm mouth, massaging the sensitive head with her tongue. She bobbed up and down, swallowing around him, causing him to gasp and buck his hips toward the pleasantly tortuous sensation.
"That's it, my love," he sighed, sliding his calloused hand across her cheek. "Almost there," he encouraged.
With a few well-placed pumps of her wrist, he spilled easily into her mouth; his eyes squeezed shut as he became lost in his private bliss.
Organ music suddenly floated upstairs, beautifully accompanied by the soothing notes of a harp. As the notes reached their ears, it seemed to spur them both into action. Caroline quickly stood up, smoothing down her dress as best she could, frowning at the stubborn wrinkles. She glanced over at Klaus who was adjusting his dress pants, searching the cramped room for his tuxedo jacket. She stepped in front of him, reaching up with both hands to fix his bowtie that had gone slightly askew during their amorous activities. "Are you ready for this," she asked quietly, noting the apprehension in his beautiful gray eyes.
"Of course not. How can I be? I never thought this day would arrive," he grumbled, running his fingers through his messy curls distractedly.
"We've been through this," she replied calmly, handing him his jacket. "It's her choice," she reminded him softly.
"Well, it's the wrong choice," he huffed impatiently. "Hope's far too young to know what she wants."
Caroline rolled her eyes. "She's 21, Klaus." She sighed, brushing lint from his satin lapel. "I'll admit I would feel better about all of this if she'd waited a few more years and had gotten to know him a little better…" she trailed off uncertainly.
"Precisely! She's rushing into this marriage and will regret this idiotic choice," Klaus rumbled, rubbing his forehead in exasperation. "You have no idea how difficult this is; to watch your child be stubborn and insist upon foolish decisions."
Caroline laughed, "Really? Because I seem to recall being in a similar situation about a decade ago when Remy was barely in college and decided to get married." Her blue eyes flashed dangerously, "I recall you telling me that it was no big deal and to let my godson go be a man." She snorted derisively. "It turned out my instincts were right and that girl was no good for him. I'm curious, did going through a divorce his sophomore year in college turn him into a man?"
Klaus took a breath, his eyes tinged with gold as his wolf instincts were clearly urging him to continue arguing with Caroline. His shoulders suddenly slumped and he sighed dejectedly. "I cannot bear the thought of her being hurt. I fear that will happen if she pledges her heart to this boy."
She visibly softened and pulled her hybrid into a tight embrace. She whispered in his ear. "I know, my love. But because we love her, we have to respect her choice." As she pulled away, she grinned, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. "And also because we love her, we'll be there to subject that boy to an unholy level of terror the instant he makes her unhappy."
Klaus smirked down at her, flashing his dimples. "I find your terms acceptable, sweetheart."
Smiling, they exited the cathedral's supply closet holding hands and were surprised to spy Bonnie leading a mildly embarrassed Marcel out of the office at the end of the hallway. As they approached, Caroline noted the state of their rumpled clothes and raised a questioning eyebrow at Bonnie.
"What," Bonnie asked, shrugging her shoulders. "Marcel was feeling anxious so I decided to fuck the pre-wedding jitters out of him."
"It didn't work, did it," Caroline asked knowingly as she squeezed Klaus' hand.
"No, but that probably had more to do with Suity McSnooty walking in on us than anything else," Bonnie responded in irritation. "God, he's such a virgin."
Klaus chuckled, "I think it was your choice of venue rather than your activities themselves Elijah would call into question."
"Like you can talk," Marcel retorted, clearly still flustered.
A melodic voice interrupted the group, "What are you guys doing up here? I've been looking everywhere!" The rustling of tulle and the clacking of heels soon followed. As Hope came into view, Caroline had to blink back tears that threatened to gather. Hope was a vision with her dark curls gathered into an elegant, simple twist and her warm brown eyes were full of mischief as she examined the wrinkled clothes and slightly sweaty complexions of the group before her. They all seemed to shuffle their feet guiltily under her critical gaze. "Never mind — I can guess what you've been up to," Hope said dryly.
"Oh my god — did your uncle complain to you? Suity McSnooty's a whiny tattletale in addition to being a repressed, judgey virgin," Bonnie said in exasperation.
Caroline clapped loudly to garner everyone's attention. "Seriously, let's stop focusing on the formidable stick up Elijah's ass and onto what matters — Hope."
Hope grinned and said, "For the record, the stick up my ass is considerably more pliant." At everyone's disgusted expressions, she giggled, but then her impish smile disappeared as she clasped her hands in front of her, twiddling her fingers nervously as she added, "Before we go out there, I just wanted to say how much I love all of you." She hugged everyone, trying to maneuver her delicate dress carefully as she was embraced enthusiastically. Wiping away a stray tear, she nodded after Bonnie and Marcel as they headed downstairs. She smiled brightly at Klaus and Caroline and said, "And thank you both for the incredibly thoughtful gift. Funding my dig site for another year in Guadalajara is beyond what I could have hoped for!"
"Anything for you, sweetheart," Klaus said gruffly.
Hope sighed happily, "Everyone in this family has a knack for finding the perfect gift. Remy still brags about that famous pocket watch Caroline, Aunt Bex and Aunt Bonnie gave him."
Caroline smiled weakly, squeezing Hope's hand before following her down the stairs.
Klaus allowed Hope to get slightly ahead of them before leaning into Caroline's ear to whisper, "Ah yes, the infamous pocket watch. The cherished artifact that once graced the pocket of a president. The extravagant object that you three women hopped across multiple continents to steal that somehow inexplicably led to you mimicking a bison proctologist before getting arrested."
She narrowed her blue eyes at him before hissing, "Yes."
Dimples flashing, he cheekily said, "The pocket watch that turned out to be a reproduction."
"No one likes a smug asshat," Caroline grumbled. She kissed him on the cheek when they reached the bottom of the stairs and left him with Marcel and Hope. She and Bonnie hurriedly opened the heavy oak doors under the archway to join Rebekah and Elijah at the front of the cathedral. As she sat down, she glanced around the sumptuously decorated room and admired the gorgeous stained glass. Her thoughts drifted back to the conversation she had with Hope earlier that week.
"How did you know that my father was the one?" Hope's brown eyes burned fiercely as she waited for Caroline's answer.
"It was just a feeling I had. It was a simple spark and I think it happened instantly without my realizing it and certainly without my permission. By the time I understood its significance, I was caught and it grew into everything I had ever imagined but more than I dared ask," Caroline replied, studying Hope carefully. "Are you — are you having doubts?"
Hope quickly shook her head. "No, of course not. I mean, it makes sense that we'd end up together. We've been friends for ages and his family has done business with ours for years. And he has the werewolf gene, so we have that in common."
"Having things in common isn't a solid reason for making this type of commitment," Caroline said, her brows furrowed with concern.
Hope waved her hand carelessly. "I know, I know. But we definitely have more than that. Dick is really intelligent and I love that I can discuss the socio-political issues that surround my dig sites and he understands what I'm talking about because of his experience helping with the international side of his family's business." As though sensing Caroline's hesitation, she hurriedly added, "And we laugh together and are huge parts of each other's lives." She grinned and added, "Plus, we even appreciate the same craftsmanship. You once told me all about the importance of compatible craftsmanship. So we're happy, okay?"
"Okay," Caroline said soothingly, noticing that despite Hope's joking demeanor, there was a slightly defensive tone. "That's what counts — your happiness."
Hope shook her head and huffed impatiently, "It's just lately he's been upset that I'm spending so much time studying, but I told him how important this double major in archaeology and biology was to me. He's under a lot of pressure from his family and they've been expecting him to attend more business functions and charity events and I haven't been able to go with him as often as he'd like." She tugged on the ends of her dark curls in frustration, adding, "Plus, today he told me that we can't go on the honeymoon that we planned months ago because his parents have surprised us with a cruise to the Bahamas and they'll be really disappointed if we don't go." She rolled her eyes, a habit she had picked up from Caroline. "It had taken me months to get him to agree to evenly split our time between the resort in Mexico and the Olmec ruins. It was our first big compromise and I was really proud of that! And now, we're going to tourist-trap Bahamas."
Caroline had patted the girl's hand soothingly. In a gentle tone she said, "I know you've faced some challenges with his parents wanting to be involved in the wedding plans."
"That's the other thing! When we were out with our friends for karaoke at Lucky's Bar the other day, Dick told me that his mother didn't like the music I selected to walk down the aisle to and wanted me to change it to the more traditional Mendelssohn's 'Wedding March'. I put my foot down and told him that he had to tell his mother that was just too bad because Lennon's 'Grow Old with Me' is beautiful and wonderful and exactly what I wanted." Hope had sniffed as her brown eyes had started to water. She gave Caroline a shaky smile. "I told him that he had let his mother take away practically all of our decisions about this wedding, but she wasn't taking that one from me." She shrugged and added, "He agreed and told me he'd take care of it." She shuddered suddenly and said, "And then our night got super weird when this creepy old guy with a shaved head kept singing Nine Inch Nails songs."
Caroline struggled to keep her face impassive. "Really?"
"Actually, the weird part was that he was using a truly awful British accent. Why would anyone do that," Hope asked, scoffing.
"I have no idea," Caroline murmured, and then attempted to lighten the conversation. "So what you're telling me, is that in addition to marrying a guy whose name is 'Dick', he also has mommy issues? I mean, most women could tackle the deep-rooted issues associated with male genital-worshipping names, but do you really want to add mommy issues to that mess?" She chuckled, "Be grateful no one gave you a genital-worshipping name."
Hope wryly said, "Name one female genital-worshipping name."
Caroline squinted and rattled off, "Vulvienne, Labiette, Cliticia…"
"Cheater! Those aren't actually names!"
"Maybe not," Caroline readily agreed, "But the next time your Aunt Bex ruins girls' night by whining about Marcel, I'm tattooing 'Cliticia' to her forehead after she passes out."
Hope snorted, but couldn't contain herself and began laughing hysterically. When she finally managed to get her giggling under control, she quickly hugged Caroline and said, "Thank you for always knowing what to say." She smirked and said, "You know, when I was a kid and I had problems, you would tell me a story about a great female historical figure or legend. Got anything like that today?"
Caroline thought a moment and said, "Okay, there was once a highly intelligent and respected woman named Hypatia. She was the head of the Platonist school in Alexandria around 400 A.D. She taught geometry, astronomy and philosophy and students traveled throughout the Roman Empire to learn from her. She became a woman of influence in intellectual and political circles from well-known philosophers to royalty. Throughout her life, suitors would offer her marriage and she would tell them, 'As a philosopher, I am wedded to the truth.''
The organ music pulled Caroline from her thoughts and she eagerly stood with the rest of the wedding guests to watch Hope enter the room with both Marcel and Klaus escorting her down the aisle. She was momentarily distracted by how well Klaus could wear a tux and blushed a bit as she recalled their delightfully filthy interlude upstairs. As though he could hear her inappropriate thoughts, his steel gray eyes bore into hers and he treated her to a roguish wink as they walked by.
Caroline noticed how Hope's expression curiously morphed from nervous happiness to irritation, and she couldn't determine its cause until she realized that the music echoing throughout the chamber was most definitely not created by John Lennon. It appeared that Dick's mother got her way after all.
Hope suddenly dug her heels into the hardwood, causing an unpleasant screeching noise that startled the musicians enough to abruptly stop playing. As Mendelssohn's remaining notes ceased echoing throughout the room, she unlinked her arms from Klaus and Marcel's and glared at the contrite groom at the end of the aisle. Throwing down her simple bouquet of cornflowers, she yelled, "That's it! As a philosopher, I'm wedded to the truth!" She spun around, hitched up her long skirts with both hands and marched right out of the cathedral, leaving behind a stunned and somewhat baffled audience in her wake.
