Concepts & Techniques: Part Two

**Disclaimer: I apologize for any Art majors reading this story. LOL. My Art Professor was Google, so if some things are wrong just know it wasn't for lack of trying...but on the bright side? KLAROLINE SMUT!

Caroline shuffled through the door and dropped her schoolbag on the entryway table. She looked around and smiled to herself, thinking about how this was not her home but their home. She had tried to get a place of her own when she first moved to town but Klaus wouldn't have it. He told her that it would be safer, with how many enemies he had in NOLA, if she remained in his and his family's safe keeping.

She didn't argue...much, but pushed aside her independence to appease Klaus, and if she's honest it was what she wanted. Now that they were together she wanted to spend every moment she could with him, a part from when she was at school. Although it didn't take him long to infiltrate that part of her life as well.

She shook her head and chuckled softly, remembering earlier that day and how Professor Mikaelson had tried to make an example of her in front of the class. He should've known better than to bully her, and she should've known better than to think she could tease him without receiving some sort of punishment.

Her cheeks flushed thinking about their little tryst after class and how it was cut short due to Caroline's responsible nature getting the better of her. She regretted not finishing what they started because the rest of the day seemed to drag on from there on out. She might as well have gone home early after that, since her concentration in her classes was that of a child's with ADD standing in the town square of Disneyland. Every time she tried to focus on the professor, she would get a flash of Klaus' wicked smile or his fingertips lightly brushing up and under her skirt.

Just imagining it now had her taking large strides through the entryway in hot pursuit of her hybrid lover.

"Klaus?" she called out, although she knew right where she would find him. She all but vamp sped her way up the stairwell and down the hall to Klaus' studio.

The door was left ajar and as she placed her hand on it to let herself in a large and familiar hand grabbed hold of hers and pulled her inside. She hit Klaus' chest as he pulled her near and before she could say another word his mouth was on hers, forceful and hot. It seemed she wasn't the only one who was anxious to continue what they started earlier that day.

When he finally broke free from her, she looked up at him through glazed eyes and a wispy smile. "Well hello there," she swooned.

"Hello," he cooed back at her and lovingly swept the bangs from her eyes and cupped her face.

"How was the rest of your day?" she asked, exchanging pleasantries before they dove into their expected sexual romp.

"Terrible," he told her. "Couldn't concentrate worth a damn after you left my classroom."

"Oh, poor baby," Caroline teased and ran her hands up his chest. His head fell back as he let out an amused grumble.

"It took you too long to get home today, Caroline."

"Well you have me here now, Professor Mikaelson…" her words trailed off as she tiptoed her fingertips up his chest and began playing with the buttons of his shirt. "Why don't you finish what you started."

Caroline didn't wait for his response but reached high and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into another insatiable kiss. He wasted no time in reciprocating her actions and wrapped his arms around her waist, bunching her shirt in his fists as he pulled her even closer. He reached his hand down, following the same path as earlier, and found the soft skin of her thigh. He moved slowly up, digging his fingers into her firm ass causing Caroline to moan appreciatively into his mouth.

When he left her mouth to drag his teeth and tongue across her neck her eyes fluttered open. She peered in a haze across his shoulder, as he nibbled and sucked, and there she noticed the large blank canvas strewn across the floor and the plethora of paints scattered along side it. She braced her hands on his shoulders and pulled him gently away. "Looks like you were about to dive into your next project."

He turned his head to look at the canvas and then back at Caroline. The grin that spread across his face was a trademark of Klaus'. It was used when he was amused by something, or when he got what he wanted, but more often than not it was used when he was up to no good.

The way he was looking at her now, led Caroline to believe the latter was the reason behind it in that moment.

"Actually," he hummed into her neck and buried his nose into her soft blonde tendrals, "you were my next project."

"Oh really?" she lifted an eyebrow and viewed him curiously. "And what did you have in mind?"

He leaned in and moved his nose across her face, his wolf side taking over as he inhaled her arousal and grinned. "Take off your clothes," he demanded.

Caroline lounged on her back on the floor across the soft leather canvas and Klaus took in her beauty. She was an art form all her own, even without the paint splattered across her naked body. He knelt between her legs, still in his jeans but shirtless, his mixture of steel and wood adornments dangling from his neck. Paint was smeared across his torso and chest, reflecting the paths she had traveled with her small hands. He held a cup of yellow paint in his hands and he dangled the yellow tipped paintbrush over her breasts.

"Now this technique," he said, taking on a tone of a dutiful professor, "is what we call Automatism." He let the cool yellow paint drip from the tip of the brush, leaving marks of sunshine speckled across her breasts.

"And what is that exactly?" Caroline asked and palmed herself, spreading the yellow into her already saturated body and creating new and vibrant colors as it mixed with the others.

"It is painting without any conscious effort or thought," he told her and dipped the paintbrush into a nearby canister of blue paint. This time he took the brush to her skin and moved it in a snake like motion down between her breasts, across her stomach and swirled it around her navel. "The artist is so enthralled with his art that his actions are almost involuntary. As if what he is painting has been in existence from the beginning."

Caroline stretched out, her arms sweeping to the side and her fingers dancing in the pools of paint beside her. She brought a multi-colored hand up to his necklaces and entwined her fingers with them. She gently pulled on them, lowering Klaus down on top of her. He kissed her briefly but intensely before sitting up on his elbow, taking the paintbrush and playfully stroking it across her body once more.

He continued his lesson, "This technique is widely used amongst Surrealists. It is an outward expression of an inner longing that the artist never knew he had until brush hit canvas. It's as though it was placed in his heart and mind, awaiting the opportune moment for it to manifest itself into existence."

The vibrato of his voice and the mesmerizing description of his technique held her in a trance, and it was only broken when she felt the tickling textures of the brush wantoning lazily across her lower abdomen. She squirmed in place as the fine hairs of the brush began to inch closer and closer to her core. Klaus bent down and kissed her, lightly at first, with simple flicks of his tongue against her plump lower lip. He then grazed his teeth and nibbled, pulling her mouth open and slipping his tongue inside. Their tongues mingled slowly together, Klaus savoring the taste of her and opening his mouth wider to deepen the kiss.

Caroline let out another audible sound of pleasure as he simultaneously placed the wooden tip of the paintbrush between her legs and stroked it with impossible precision. The wooden handle slid between her lips, and he dragged it up and down, only stopping momentarily to play with the swollen bundle that he was punctiliously aware of.

Caroline's legs spread wider and she wrapped her paint soaked hands through his hair. He kissed along her jawline and nestled once again into her hair, breathing deeply and causing shivers to jolt through her body. He leaned in closely to her ear, his voice masked in heat and arousal, and whispered, "How does that feel, Caroline?"

"Amazing," she told him, her own voice heady and dripping with desire. He increased the pressure and smoothly replaced the brush with his fingers, taking over its rhythm and feeling himself grow hard as the heat from her legs spread up his arm.

"You're so wet," he murmured and watched her as her eyes closed and her breathing moved to a soft pant. The look of pure ecstasy was painted on her face, her mouth parted and her tongue darting between her lips as each stroke of his finger brought her closer to the edge. He palmed her completely and easily slipped his middle finger inside of her. She cried out as he pumped in and out of her, until she finally fell apart and her orgasm spilled out of her.

She lay limp and satisfied as he brought his hand out from between her legs and traipsed it along her colorful body. He could see the goosebumps littered across her stomach and arms, pressing through the paint and producing an outward expression of the sensation she just experienced. He sat up from his position, and removed his jeans, readying himself to fall between her legs and slide himself inside her when he was taken by surprise as she grabbed hold of his shoulders and tossed him to his back.

It was Caroline's turn to be in charge and she straddled him, strategically placing him inches from her entrance. She bucked her hips and rolled on top of him and reached to her side to pick up a new paint. She didn't even bother with the brush and poured the contents in its entirety across his chest and stomach. She ran her hands through it and across his body, delighting in the way the paint only enhanced the texture of every muscle.

He grabbed hold of her hips and moved them more frantically, delighting in the way she teased him as she brought his tip close before rocking back and sliding up his shaft. He growled impatiently when she leaned back and put her arms across his knees, holding herself just above him before finally spreading her legs and giving him access to what he was desperate for. She leaned forward and in a single moment he found relief as she slid him inside of her.

Her tight walls grabbed hold of him as she moved up and down, pumping lightly and lingering at his tip before slamming herself back down upon him. She did this over and over again, causing Klaus to grit his teeth and grab hold of her hips tighter. When she tried to pull back up once more he pushed her hips forcefully back down, filling her to the hilt and holding her in place. He pushed his hips up to fill her even more and Caroline cried out. Her head fell backward and he rocked her hips low and deep, and painstakingly slow.

He didn't stop. He didn't let her move more than a centimeter in any direction. Her head dropped back down and she placed a hand upon his chest. Her bright blue eyes became dark and ominous as the veins below her eyes began to protrude, and her fingernails dug into his flesh. It was as though Caroline were an engine being revved in place, waiting for her driver to release the brake and allow her to scream forward into unabandoned motion. He watched as her fangs dropped and Klaus, feeling his own arousal peek to a place of no return, let Caroline go and watched as her animal instinct flooded to the top.

She fell down upon him, and pumped fervently, causing the most delicious friction between them. Klaus felt his own fangs elongate as she grabbed hold of his hands and brought them over his head. His beautiful work of art lost in her desire and climbing toward her peak. She let out a final cry and instinctively plunged her fangs into his shoulder. He didn't think twice about doing the same, as he came with her, roaring and sinking his fangs into her as well.

The smell of blood, turpentine and sex filled the air as she laid silently on top of him. Heavy breathing and now covered in not only Klaus' paints but their blood as well, they remained as one. He pulsed inside of her, and she shuddered with aftershocks as the lingering sensations continued. It didn't bother her, rather, she took immense pleasure in knowing that she was with a man who happily accepted her true nature.

Klaus finally moved and she lifted her chin to peer up at him. He ran his hands through her hair and laughed.

"What?" she asked with similar amusement.

"Nothing, I'm just not sure what color of hair this would technically be called."

Caroline pulled a strand in front of her face and gasped. "Oh my god." She pulled another strand down, that one red, blue and creating a deep violet toward the tip. "I look like freaking Rainbow Brite."

"I think you look beautiful," he complimented, not having the slightest clue who Rainbow Brite was.

"Professor Mikaelson?"

"Yes?" he responded.

"Are you going to keep teaching my Intro to Art class?"

He smiled down at her and twirled one of her colorful strands through his fingers. "Would you like me to keep teaching your class, Miss Forbes?"

She rested her head across his chest and smirked. "If you promise to give me more one on one lessons, then you can teach all my classes for all I care."