And we finally get to some smut ;) My first attempt, so have some mercy!
Again, a huge thank you to everyone and your support.
"The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space." ~ Marilyn Monroe
Klaus laid on the couch, listening to Caroline sing in the shower.
"I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do? They're really saying, I love you"
Of course, she'd be singing something like that.
His cell rang from across the room. Cursing, he crossed over and answered with a growl.
"Rebekah, you seem to be quite irksome these days."
"Oh, don't feel so flattered. Stefan is taking me to another party tonight and I would like you and your little blonde bimbo to come along."
Klaus knew something like this would happen. He had listened to Rebekah chat with Caroline the day before yesterday and he knew Rebekah still considered Caroline a threat, even with Caroline's clear proclamation of how she was his guardian. He also believed Rebekah, in her confusion at Caroline's words, had only become more confused and had become more suspicious of Caroline.
"First of all, I will not have you speaking of Caroline in that manner. And second, Caroline will be the judge of what she wants to do." He almost laughed at the hypocrisy at that statement, seeing as he had forced her to stay with him.
"Well, let's hope for her sake she will come…if she wants to get on my good side. You seem much attached to her, I hope it isn't anything too serious. We all know what happened with your last lover."
Klaus growled. "Mind your own damn business, sister," and he snapped the cell shut.
He saw the bathroom door open and Caroline step out, looking breathtaking in a blue skirt and white blouse.
"How do I look?" She smiled and did a little twirl, giving him an excellent view of her perfect legs. She stopped at his silence and frowned slightly. "Is there something wrong?"
"Rebekah just called me and wanted us to join her and Stefan tonight at another party of hers."
As he suspected, she smiled and skipped over to him. "Perfect! And you said, yes I assume?"
"I didn't agree on anything, but it would be smart to go if we don't want Rebekah on our backs the rest of eternity."
"I'm taking that as a yes, then!" She grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the kitchen. "I made you pancakes this morning, did you not notice?"
Oh, he noticed. He took a bite of her goopy pancakes just to show he had indeed tried to eat them, but they were so undercooked, he resorted to a glass of blood and a bagel.
"From your silence, I'm guessing you didn't like them. I just didn't want them to burn!" She pouted and he slung an arm around her, pulling her close.
"I'll give you points for trying, love. Now how about I take you out to breakfast and you can find a dress for tonight."
"But I already have, like 15 dresses!"
"My girl can never have enough dresses! Besides, this party calls for a very regal dress, and I want you to outshine every woman there."
She smirked at him. "I'm the Angel of Light, Klaus. I already do."
"That's the spirit, love."
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Elijah and Kol sat in a sofa in the middle of the city's mall. Stefan and Rebekah had complained that they spent way too much time moping about the mansion. Elijah had argued that he was at least spending his time reading, unlike Kol who spent all day playing video games.
Damon was smart. He left the house way before Rebekah and Stefan had woken up.
"I despise malls," muttered Elijah for the millionth time. He watched a gaggle of preteens giggle and point at Kol before quickly walking away.
"Doesn't have to be. Pick a snack, you got a few hundred options," Kol laughed, looking around at the few people seated around them.
Elijah grunted. "Don't be disgusting, brother." Elijah was never one to hurt the truly innocent.
A sudden movement caught Kol's eye. Looking up, he saw a beautiful girl. She was dark-skinned, with long dark brown hair. Her bright red dress was perfect against her dark skin and to his pleasure, he saw that she was gazing at him. She winked at him and began to walk away, turning back to glance at him. She wanted him to follow her.
"Excuse me, Elijah," he said and got up quickly to follow the dark beauty.
Happy to be rid of his brother, Elijah picked up a newspaper. Sadly, someone quickly interrupted his peace by sitting down in his brother's vacant seat.
"Elijah."
Turning, he gasped at the sight before him.
"You," he breathed. To his surprise, she shook her head and placed her hand upon his.
"No. That was my sister Katherine who saved you from Mikael that day. My name is Elena."
He opened his mouth to speak, but her finger fell upon lips to hush him.
"Perhaps some other time, I can explain everything to you, but there is no time. I have come to warn you. Mikael will strike soon. He wishes to kill all his children, not just Niklaus. You must prepare."
Elijah gazed upon her face. Her straight hair and the American accent were the only things different from the girl he had been dreaming about…Katherine.
"Elena, will you inform me about Katherine? How is she?"
Elena's face fell, looking a little sad that he had brought her up. "My sister will recover from her injury," she said before standing up. "You must not worry about her. I will be your guardian now."
"My guardian?"
"In time, Elijah," she whispered. "It would be wise not to mention my visit." Leaning down, she kissed him on his brow and walked away.
In complete confusion, Elijah rose and walked in the direction Kol had disappeared to.
After a few minutes, he found Kol leaning against a wall, looking just as confused as Elijah felt.
"Brother, I do believe I just met the most extraordinary girl…"
"You don't say."
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Damon took another shot of whiskey, loving the way it burned his throat. No one would ever guess, but Damon was lonely. Stefan spent most of his time with Rebekah and everyone else overlooked him. He was the bad brother, the alcoholic brother, and perhaps that was true.
"Rough day?"
A spiked haired girl sat down next to him at the bar, giving him a smirk.
"Rough few months," he replied, waving over another drink. "Name's Damon."
"Rose," she answered. He liked her accented voice. It soothed him.
"So what brings you here to my bar, Rose?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Your bar? Well, I don't know, I believe I just saw how gloomy you appeared over here all by your lonesome and thought I could give you a few kind words. Not feeling appreciated?"
"And where did you come up with that?"
She shrugged. "I'm good at figuring people out. Don't be too sad about it. I'm sure your friends and family will come to look at you in a different light soon."
He muttered to himself and turned back to his drink. As if they could. He didn't like the idea of continuously giving himself a pity party, but it seemed to be the only thing to keep him with Stefan. He loved Stefan and would never leave him, but sometimes he was tempted.
He tuned out the bar music for a few moments before realizing he was completely ignoring Rose.
"Sorry Rose, I must be…" he paused when he saw that the stool was empty. A letter had taken its place. Befuddled, he opened it and read.
Damon
Your friends are in danger. Mikael will be on his way back soon. He is becoming stronger and you are needed to protect them. Be prepared for him, Damon. You are worth so much more than just another sad man at a bar.
Rose
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Klaus and Caroline entered the party, gazing around at all the elegant tuxes and dresses around them.
"I was right, you are the most beautiful woman here."
Caroline smirked up at him and drew him closer. She wore a blue ball gown with white gloves. Her hair was pinned up with a few strands curled to hang down.
"Remember the plan. Stefan can't see me, so I'll just hang around over there until you're done with your chit chat with him and Rebekah," she said, looking over at the pastry table.
He followed her gaze and shook his head in mock distaste. "Very well, my angel, I can see where I come second. I'll be back soon," he said, kissing her hand and walking away.
Caroline quickly walked to a scone and picked it up. Taking a large unladylike bite, she gazed off at the object of her affection as he walked over to a cross-looking Rebekah.
Yesterday had been irritating to say the least. The sexual tension between them had grown times ten somehow. She almost saw him naked when she entered the bathroom, causing her to blush so much her hair glowed. Then some old couple had commented on what an adorable couple they were and that had made Klaus so happy that he kept his arm wrapped around her waist for the rest of the walk home. And she had liked it. Really liked it. Which scared her more than anything.
"Ah, here's our girl!"
"And looking quite hungry, I would add."
Caroline turned with scone crumbs dropping from her mouth to see Lexi and Matt smiling at her. Lexi wore a beautiful green gown and Matt wore a regal tux. They looked perfect.
"What are you guys doing here?" She asked, wiping her crumbs off her face in embarrassment.
"Watching over Stefan and Rebekah, of course. We are here by Gabriel's orders to deliver messages to them…and to you."
"Oh?"
Lexi and Matt moved in closer so they formed a tight circle. "Mikael is moving quickly. He wants the Original children dead, especially Niklaus, and we want everyone to know. They will plan what they want to do, but as their guardians, it is right to warn them," Matt spoke quickly.
Caroline nodded, but quickly asked the question that was bugging her. "What has happened that has made Gabriel change his mind about us and our guarded? He is allowing you to show yourself…not just me."
"I suppose with our circumstance, he is allowing some things to slip," shrugged Lexi. "Now, we must go. So much to do and so little time to do it!"
Lexi walked away and Matt was just about to follow her when Caroline was shocked to see Rebekah coming straight towards her.
"I knew you were around here somewhere. Klaus wouldn't come without you. We need to talk."
"Rebekah, I don't think that's a very…"
"Good idea?" Rebekah finished for her. "Who might your friend be?"
Caroline turned to Matt, who had simply chosen to stand there and stare at Rebekah. Dear Lord.
"Rebekah, Matthew. Matthew, Rebekah."
Matt took Rebekah's hand into his own and kissed it. "A pleasure to meet you, Rebekah. It would be an honor if you would call me Matt."
Rebekah blushed under his admiring gaze. "Hello, Matt."
"Would you like to dance? I've just been talking Caroline's head off for some time so I'm sure she would like a breather."
Rebekah hesitantly looked between Caroline and Matt, but Caroline could see she was too much attracted to Matt to give her the time of day.
"Thank you," she said, taking his hand and letting him lead her onto the dance floor.
Go Matt.
An hour went by. Caroline ate a few other pastries before finally spotting Klaus. He was discussing something with Stefan and she slowly made her way towards him. At this point, she believed Matt had successfully taken Rebekah all for himself and she couldn't have been happier.
"Caroline."
Startled, she turned to find Klaus chuckling down at her.
"Sorry, love."
"Don't scare me like that!"
"I like surprising you. I just watched Stefan and Rebekah leave, so you are free to roam around. Unless you care for a dance?"
She looked at the many couples on the dance floor and shrugged. It wouldn't it hurt.
He took her hand and led her onto the floor, putting his arms around her. Without really thinking about it, she rested her head on his chest in exhaustion. It had been a big day.
They danced in silence for some time and Caroline was content until Klaus decided to break the silence.
"You look incredible, Caroline."
She lightly blushed under his gaze as he pulled her closer on the dance floor. The song was slow and gentle, and Klaus easily held her in his arms, as if she were a precious china doll. She could hardly stand the way Klaus was looking at her. She feared if she continued to look into his eyes, she'd just have to kiss him.
"Are you sure Rebekah and Stefan are gone? They won't see me?"
He nodded. After her second encounter with Rebekah, she was in no mood to pretend and lie again.
Oh, if only he would say something! Something to stop that unspoken emotion in his eyes. She trembled under such a gaze. It was as if everything was suddenly heightened. The feel of one of his hands on her lower back, the other holding her hand. His lips looked entrancing and she wondered yet again why God made the most evil of creatures the most beautiful.
He chuckled and she shook herself from her thoughts.
"What?"
"Your hair is glowing again. Come, let's go out for a stroll," he gave her a knowing smile and lightly led her away from the dance floor.
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He led her to the nearby park. A few couples and some elderly women sitting on benches were the only people left in it at such late hours.
She took his hand in silent submission for him to lead the way. Part of him ached at her trust in him and the other yearned to kiss her again every time she touched him. If she knew just how much effect she had on him, then she was a cruel angel indeed.
"Stefan looks very nice," Caroline spoke softly, as if she didn't want to break the quiet around them.
"He's a very loyal companion."
She snorted. "I would have said "friend", but yes, a good companion too. He and Rebekah appear to be very much in love." She did worry, however, on the effect Matt had over Rebekah.
"For now. As immortals, they are bound to see that love will be their weakness," he scoffed. The infatuation Stefan had for his sister and his sister for Stefan drove him insane sometimes. Even if they weren't always showing too many public displays of affection, he could never explain why he always felt angry when he watched them kiss or banter sweetly with each other.
"For a comment so harsh, you speak as though you envied them," Caroline sighed heavily, as if he were some stupid child.
"You are wrong."
"No, you are wrong!" Caroline stopped and threw her hands on her hips. "Love is no weakness, Klaus. It is powerful, more powerful than even you. You are simply too angry and blind to see what is truth and what is lie."
She turned and walked towards a railing, looking out onto the river.
Her retreat gave him a moment to control his anger. Damn her and her angel ways! Even with a temper, he could not bear to dement her beauty. He could never harm her the way he could anyone else.
He walked up slowly behind her.
"I have angered you."
"Clearly," she hissed and continued to stare at the sky.
"I know you have lived much longer than me, Caroline. But believe me, I know much more about Earth and it's cruel ways. Beauty can be turned to ugliness in less than a moment."
"But ugliness can be turned to beauty, Klaus. That is what love can do."
He didn't reply and there was no need to. She continued to stare at the starry sky, while he decided to stare at her own glorious figure. She was God's most stunning creation. He wanted more than anything to make her stay with him…he would do anything to make her stay. There was something, however, that made his own desire stop. It was the way she stared up at the sky, as if in a deep longing, and he knew she was missing home. She belonged with the angels, with her Gabriel, with God. She was of holy blood and he, he was tainted in all ways.
This didn't stop his longing for her. He wanted her lips on his own. He wanted the feel of his skin on hers. And after her, every other woman would be tasteless and dull. There was no one for him but his Angel of Light.
After a few minutes of silence, he finally couldn't take it anymore. As softly as he could, he stood next to her and placed his fingers on her shoulder.
He wanted to see if she felt anything close to the way he felt about her. Why want her more than any other woman when she only could look at him as a man needing protection?
He felt her tense up and as gentle as a lover, he trailed his fingers down her arm. He smiled as a soft sigh escaped her lips and he trailed his fingers back up her arm.
"Does that feel good, love?"
She hesitated for a moment, but nodded. He smiled as her hair began to glow and her body slackened in pleasure. Her head turned to face him, looking frightened. She was like a bird, one wrong move and she would fly away.
"Trust me, Caroline," he whispered, his hand coming to rest on her cheek. Her hair burned brighter as he swept his fingers down and up the side of her face and then into her hair. She purred slightly when his fingers reached certain points in her hair.
His other hand had unconsciously wrapped around her waist and turned her around so her back was pressed against the railing. Her eyes closed when his fingers came upon her neck and collarbone, tracing through the hollows and taking in all her perfection. He hadn't met one flaw.
He felt his length growing harder against her stomach and he wondered if Caroline understood how much he needed her.
"Klaus."
His eyes shot up from her throat and met her hooded eyes. He almost growled at the desire flowing through her blue orbs. He waited impatiently for her to speak. She would have to be the one to initiate the next move.
Her hand shakily met his cheek and she whispered, "Kiss me?"
His lips met hers in earnest, his body pressing firmly to hers. He felt her hesitation and he had to remind himself how innocent she was, how little she knew of all the pleasure of touches and caresses. He wanted to be gentle with her, but his desire for her was too strong.
He almost sighed in relief when Caroline hesitantly kissed him back, as if trying to figure out how the action was done. He smiled against her lips and pulled her closer to him. His knee wedged between her legs and he could feel her core heating up by the second.
She pulled back in surprise when his tongue swept out across her lower lip. She appeared intrigued, yet a little taken aback and she blushed when he smirked at her inexperience. Her hair was burning brighter by the second.
"I'm…I'm sorry, I really don't…"
He stopped her apology with another hard kiss, his hands stroking her back in an attempt of soothing her.
"Shhhh, love. You're perfect."
This time when his tongue peaked out, she was ready. She moaned as his tongue explored her mouth, her own tongue delicately feeling his own. She tasted so heavenly and pure. It was something foreign to him, but definitely not unwelcome. It was a prelude of what other offers her body had for him, and his groin ached to have them. After Caroline, he could never have another woman. She had ruined him.
His hands, moving as if on instinct, wrapped around her breasts. She grunted in pleasure as his thumbs circled around her nipples above the fabric, hardening them. His mouth quickly left hers to trail down to meet her breasts. He wanted to show her every way he could pleasure her and how, in the end, she could pleasure him.
He left many kisses around the tops of her breasts while kneading them, loving the way Caroline whimpered every time he pressed them together. Her head rested a top his, her fingers running circles through his hair and down to his neck.
"Klaus…"
He nipped lightly down on her breast before looking up at her. She pulled him back up and kissed him, sighing into his mouth.
He pulled away her lips to rest his forehead against hers. Their hands, however, hadn't stopped moving. Hers were still in his hair and his trailed up and down her arms again. A she gazed at her, he watched as a strange combination of shyness and desire washed into her blue eyes. He smiled and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Now, what are you thinking about, my little angel?"
She giggled softly, and he swore it sounded like bells in the night air.
"Take me back home and I'll show you."
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Being the rebellious that she was, Caroline would often eavesdrop on the other angels. In particular, the angels who could not resist to indulge themselves in the pleasures of human intimacies.
They hardly spoke of them in heaven, but Caroline had found out where the women or men would meet and discuss their sexual encounters with humans. Of course, sex was forbidden and now because they did not wish to experience it. Caroline shivered, thinking of the consequences that would occur if that ever happened.
They had found other ways to pleasure the objects of their affection. She listened in fascination as they spoke of something they called "The Cleansing" or "Purifying". The actions they did upon their humans to show their love and lust.
Now, with her heart ramming in her chest as they entered his apartment. there was nothing more she wanted to do then to perform this cleansing for Klaus. There was a big chance she would screw this up and make a fool of herself.
She halted at the door of the bathroom and turned to face Klaus. She had to smile at his confused countenance.
"Caroline, what are doing?"
She closed her eyes and silently prayed that he would accept this. She couldn't give him what she knew he wanted back at the park. Lord, did she want it too, but it was something they had to accept, but she could give him this.
"Klaus, I can't give you what you want. I…I want it too, but you know I can't let it happen."
He raised a skeptical eyebrow and she gulped. Would this even work?
"I can't deny any longer that I want you and that's why I'm going to pleasure you tonight, just in a way you haven't seen before. Will…will you allow me to do so?"
She nervously watched as he took a step closer to her, flicking some loose hair behind her back. "As long as I can pleasure you," he spoke and she nodded. He wouldn't play nice.
Her hands wrapped around his tie and began to loosen it. "I'm going to be in the bathroom for a little while. When I come out, you are to be completely naked. Is that understood?"
She wanted to be the one in command, but it was so hard when he was looking at her like that. His eyes darkened, showing her just how much he wanted to slam her into the nearest wall and take her.
When he nodded, she rushed into the bathroom, closing the door and breathing out in relief. Now to take action, before she completely chickened out.
Walking over to his large bathtub, she turned on the faucet and let the hot water begin to fill the tub. She then removed her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Turning to the mirror, she removed the clips from her hair and began to wash away the makeup. She wanted to look natural for him, none of that fake beauty that women on Earth adored too much.
After a few minutes, she stood back and looked at her reflection. As she looked, she allowed her hair to grow back to its full length. Her full breasts still looked perked from Klaus' kisses and her flat stomach had now swollen just a tad from all the food she had consumed. With a deep breath, she turned to the door and opened it.
She gasped at beholding a naked Klaus right in front of the door. Her eyes immediately traveled down to his manhood and blushed at how large it was. She didn't remove her eyes, however, instead she stared and took it all in, before traveling over the rest of his body. When she met his gaze, she realized he had been doing the same to hers.
"You're beautiful," she whispered, not bothering to hide her admiration any longer. Let him laugh, she didn't care.
"There are no words to describe your beauty," he whispered back, putting a hand in her long hair.
She laughed at his cheesy words and stretched out her hand.
He took her outstretched hand and followed her into the bathroom. He still appeared confused and wary.
She stopped the faucet and turned to Klaus. Her whole body felt on fire, a fire that was growing and growing and she feared she would be consumed if she didn't continue.
"Go into the water," she said and kissed his hand as if in encouragement. He followed her command.
She grabbed her dress and moved it away from the tub. She turned her back on him, looking for his soaps and lotions.
She had just grabbed everything she needed when Klaus' stern voice made her freeze.
"Caroline, tell me what is the meaning of all this. I do not like to be teased."
She gulped again. He wasn't kidding around. Nervously, she put her things on the side of the tub and climbed in so she faced him.
"There is something called "The Cleansing". It has many different names, but that is what I would like to call it," here she rubbed lotion into her hands and reached out to take Klaus' arm, slowing beginning to massage the lotion into it. "It is when an angel wishes to show affection to another. It…it hasn't been done too many times between angel and human…or in this case angel and hybrid…but sometimes an angel wishes to show them how she truly feels and…" She stopped again, too embarrassed to continue. His hand grasped her chin and lifted it up so she was looking at him.
"Then by all means, Caroline, show me how you truly feel."
She smiled and worked her way up into his shoulders and neck, loving the way she was making him croon.
"I wash every part of your body and I can pleasure you as I wish. Then you may pleasure me."
She continued to wash him, putting her hands on every part of him. Her hands massaged into his chest and she rubbed her fingers into his nipples. When she had washed everything she could sitting down she asked him to stand up. She moved around him so she was facing his back. Without the lotion, she decided to massage him, loosening out all the hybrid's tensions and stress. It was then that she noticed little scars crossing around his back.
"Klaus, what happened?" She asked as she traced them. He was silent. "Klaus?"
He whispered one word, but in that one word she heard all the pain that he had held in him for over a thousand years.
"My father."
She kissed the scars, almost crying at how many there were. "I apologize for not noticing before."
She lotioned his butt next, loving the way he tensed it up as she worked the lotion on it.
"God, Caroline," he moaned and she giggled. Her plan was working.
She walked back around and looked down at the grand finale. To reassure her perhaps, Klaus kissed her, rubbing his hands down her back and down to her butt.
Without another word, Caroline grabbed what was left of the lotion and worked her way from his inner things and then up to his hard length.
He moaned and laid his head on his shoulder. She was just about done, when he whispered harshly in her ear, "Stroke me faster, Caroline."
Not quite understanding, she stroked him faster. His body began to tremble and her free hand wrapped around to steady him.
"Harder."
If this was pleasuring him, then she would stroke him harder.
Not a moment later, with a loud yell, Klaus slackened against her and she looked down her hand covered in something wet. Realizing what it was, she laughed, feeling like an idiot.
"Oh," she laughed again and he kissed her, biting her lip and tugging.
"My turn," he smirked and grabbed a new bottle of lotion.
He repeated of all the same actions she did to him. This time, however, he kissed her before every lavish. His kissed every part of her face, down to her shoulders and breasts, her stomach and back.
"Lift a leg over my shoulder," Klaus commanded as he went to a kneeling position underneath her.
She did as she was told and no sooner did she wonder what he was going to do that he kissed her sex.
"Klaus! Oh my…" she gasped as his tongue moved against her slit, making her muscles clench in ways she hadn't known. He held her hips down as she bucked. This was unbelievable! She needed release, something like she had just given him. Her hands grasped his head closer to her, not allowing him to leave until she felt that pleasure he promised. Her body rocked against his mouth and suddenly his tongue was hitting a part of her that made her cry out harder. It was when she felt that sudden jolt through her body that she understood why the angels sighed as they spoke of these encounters. It was something unlike heaven altogether.
He removed her and stood up, rubbing the lotion on her aching sex as he held her limp body close. She had come with him in here to pleasure him out of his senses, but instead he had taken her by surprise and had blown her mind.
I should have known.
She pulled him from the tub, picking up a towel and drying him. He returned the favor and she squealed when he suddenly lifted her up into his arms.
"What are you doing?" She smiled and sighed when he kissed her. She swore she was going to die because of those kisses.
"May I sleep with you tonight?" He asked and she nodded silently, knowing that they had crossed a line they could never go back on.
He followed her into his bed, wrapping the sheet around them.
For some time, they simply kissed. They were lazy, sweet and innocent kisses, and it was calming to simply kiss after such an event as The Cleansing.
"I could kiss you all night, sweetheart," Klaus murmured as he kissed her again after they had tried to go to sleep. It was two in the morning and Caroline still was wide awake. His kisses were her drug.
"Then kiss me, my Klaus," she whispered. And he did.
It wasn't until much later, when he had fallen asleep, that she realized what she had said. And with one last long kiss to his lips, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Thank you everyone :) I hope that was readable!
