Caroline - "Are you sure they won't find out?"

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Klaus pushed her up against the wall, smooth marble cold against the skin her low back dress left bare. His kisses were bruising; mouth working frantically against hers with his tongue dipping in to taste hers whenever he felt the need for it. It took effort and thought to keep up with him and Caroline had neither. So she allowed him to carry on with his passionate ministrations, taking every breath from her mouth and replacing it with his own. The mere feeling of his soft lips against hers was mindblowing and she had an inkling that it was more due to the three weeks they had spent apart than his kisses.

Winding her arms around his waist, she gripped at his dress shirt at the back under his tuxedo jacket, pulling him tighter into her so all she could feel was his heat at her front. It evened up the chill she got through her back.

One of his hands cradled the back of her head, fingers slipping under the strands of her updo and tugging ever-so-gently whenever he wanted to change the angle. Caroline shuddered at the feel of his other hand on the small of her back, still covered by her maroon silk dress but thin enough to stimulate his touch on her skin.

Klaus nipped softly at her top lip with his human teeth, soothing it with a loving kiss and swipe of the tip of his tongue before breaking away. It still amazed her how her senses could focus solely on him during their heated make out sessions. Parted, the sounds of ball hosted in the main rooms of the house came back to her; classical music mixed with the gentle tones of voices lilted by European accents. The scent of food and champagne reached her nose next, followed by the sight of shadows passing at the end of the corridor they had snuck into when she opened her eyes.

"Caroline," Klaus murmured, hoarse but adoring as his blue eyes searched deep into hers. She could see the reflection of her own eyes in them, surrounded by want, lust and unconditional love.

Heat pooled in her stomach. There was nothing she wanted more than him. Their bedroom was only a few seconds walk away (if they walked at his hybrid speed) and towards the opposite side of the ball. They could be there without anyone knowing; total privacy with over two hundred guests in their home.

Part of her reminded her that they were the host of the summer ball, despite it being Elijah's idea and Klaus only turning up that afternoon. Rebekah and her had had their fun in organising the event, hiring the right people to decorate their Spanish villa and making sure the night would be one to remember. Even Kol hadn't complained. She guessed it was due to the guests they would be inviting - it had turned out that the younger Mikaelson brother was partial to the local ladies.

The other part of her, however, said 'screw it'. Or rather, screw Klaus. Especially when he said her name like it was prayer, slipping from his lips and straight into her heart.

"We can't," she whispered, even as she tightened her hold on him and rested her forehead against his, nose brushing his softly. "Its our ball. We should be there."

"They haven't missed us yet," he replied, applying pressure to her back to press her hips against his. The dress pants did nothing to hide his arousal and she knew he could sense hers.

"Ok," was all she said before she found herself being whisked away and up the stairs, straight into their room which she had recently occupied by herself.

The door slammed close behind them and she gasped at both the sound and the way Klaus's lips found hers once again. Pulling back when he began to unzip her dress; her hands finding their way to his bowtie as his mouth trailed down her neck. His jacket hit the floor with his tie and belt, and Caroline was lifted up and out of the dress that pooled around her ankles, only to find herself on her back on their bed when he let her down.

"Are you sure they won't find out?" she panted, worriedly when he covered her body with his.

"I'm sure," he told her before reclaiming her lips and chasing away her thoughts once again. Two hundred guests downstairs and all she could (would) focus on was him.