A/N: Thought I'd treat you guys for being so awesome! It's my first time writing something this graphic so I really hope I haven't made it totally embarrassing and silly! :) enjoy, review please please please and… don't kill me!
"Mind if I jump in the shower with you?" I teased as I was unbuttoning Tyler's white t-shirt. He rolled his eyes playfully and shrugged.
"Be my guest" He raised his eyebrows flirtatiously as his shirt fell off his sculpted arms and down on the floor. He lifted his hand to my neck, pushing my loose curls to my back revealing bare skin. I had taken my hair out and washed my face of all my make-up. His hand trailed down to my waist and spun me around in a fast motion so my back was now facing him, and swiftly I felt his fingers carefully pull the zipper down. The dress fell to the floor, leaving me standing in only my strapless white bra and silky white panties to match. His fingers created invisible lines down my sides as he pulled me closer to him, gently kissing my neck. I let out a small moan taking his hand and pulling him to his shower. Slipping out of the clothes that still remained on our bodies Tyler and I shut the shower door and turned the shower on. We didn't even notice the scorching spray bouncing of our skin as we were too busy kissing and exploring each other. I had Tyler cornered in the large shower cubicle, my hands rubbing viciously against his chest. His moist lips burned against mine as I let out a moan. His hands crept away from my lower back and traced an invisible trail along my stomach, stroking my breasts gently before placing his hands on my neck. My hands moved down South away from his luscious abs, to his cock. Tyler's whole body stiffened. Hand jobs were his weakness when it came to the physical side of our relationship. Anything else, he would be the one in control but this was the one area where I could take advantage. My body was still crushed against his, as I softly stroked him. Groans and moans escaped his lips and I simply laughed in amusement. Tyler's grip, now on my waist became harder, hungrier. I increased the pace of my active hand whilst making sure his lips never left mine. I watched his face in awe. He was so perfect. Every little part of him. His beauty created an ache in my heart it was that powerful. It amazed me that I had come to love this guy in front of me. If someone would have asked me what I thought of Tyler Lockwood two months ago, I would've easily shouted my mouth off about how he's a cocky asshole who gets special treatment just because of his parents. Ask me now? I'd say he's the most amazing thing in the world, and God bless Mr and Mrs Lockwood for conceiving such an amazing human being…/werewolf. Hearing my name escape Tyler's lips in between kisses only made me want him more, made me want him to take control. It wasn't long before I felt his orgasm approach, about to roll off his tongue. His eyes were shut as he bit down hard on his swollen lips. "Oh my god" He breathed, his eyes shut, his grip tightening around my small waist, somehow pulling me closer.
I ignored the sticky liquid that was now suddenly draped over my hands. I couldn't wait any longer and neither could he. Tyler switched positions with me and was pushing me hard against the cool, tiled walls. Panting, his lips compressed against mine. Our tongues moulded together in a way they hadn't before. His huge fingers wrapped in my tatted wet hair. His hips remained glued to my hips, holding me into place and within a minute he was inside me slow and careful to start with, worried that if he was too rough he would break my dainty body. I took care of that immediately. "Be reckless Tyler…I'm not like other girls. Go as rough as you want". Tyler didn't need to be told twice. A gasp escaped my lips at the sensational feeling of him. His lips now ghostly hovering over mine, our foreheads leaning against each others hot droplets falling of our skin and trailing down our faces making the whole scene seem ten times more sexier. My nails dug into his neck as his pace sped even more, and when one of Tyler's hands travelled upwards to my breasts my breathing became intensely unsteady. His hand softly rubbed against my medium sized, circular breast forcing a moan to release from my mouth. When the pad of his thumb delicately stroked across my nipple the moan turned into a screech. Tyler was more than pleased with my reaction as his small yet beautiful laughed sang into my ears. Tyler's breath was hot, luscious and incredibly teasing. It made me want his lips right back on mine. I never thought it would be possible to sweat in a shower, but here I am. It felt like every pore that my body possessed had been set a light, whether that had something to do with Tyler's sweltering abs, legs, arms and everything in between all over me I wasn't entirely sure. My legs were shaky as I let out a hushed screech and Tyler instantly noticed.
"I'm sorry…" He whispered removing his forehead from mine and placing tender kisses down to my neck. I shook my head with a laugh. He didn't hurt me. Not one bit, but I still found it adorable, even in the middle of shower sex that he would be concerned for my safety. I breathed heavily into his neck as he slowly increased the speed again. I ferociously nibbled on his ear as a moan escaped his lips. His name fell out of my mouth a hundred times as I begged for him to go faster. He was clearly pleased by that and I knew later he would go on and on about how he loves it when a women begs for him. Finally, after what felt like hours I collapsed into Tyler's strong arms panting like hell. Tyler slipped out of me easily and held me for a while. It was just then I realised Tyler's throbbing chest and the open skin on his shoulder that was knitting back together before my eyes. I had been digging my nails in so hard it had pierced his skin. Our soaked bodies remained still for while. I felt the small laugh of Tyler's vibrate through my ear as he planted more kisses against my collar bone. I bit my lip as I took a fist full of his hair in my hand forcing him to crush into me even more if such a thing were possible.
"Maybe we should take this into the bedroom" Tyler breathed between gulps of salvia and panting. I noticed the cold making contact with my skin as he pressed a button on the wall behind me, which made the shower stop. I nodded, flirtatiously raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe we should too"
Tyler stroked my almost dry hair as we lay in his double bed. The night was becoming day and we didn't care. The night had been so perfect and we didn't want it to end, so we didn't sleep, although it was getting incredibly difficult at this point. My eyes shut automatically but I re-opened them quickly when I realised how beautiful everything was. I didn't want to dream. This right here was my dream. "Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake" Tyler whispered ever so softly into my hair. I tangled my legs with his laughing as his hairs tickled against my silky smooth skin.
"Promise?" I mumbled the question. Tyler took a while to answer, or maybe it was just because my head was hurting as sleep was creeping further and further. I let my eyes fall shut, but refused to let the darkness become permanent until Tyler answered my question, which became increasingly hard since he was taking so long to answer. "Ty?" I managed to mumble out.
"I promise" He whispered, placing a kiss in my hair and letting our fingers twine. I sensed uncertainty in his voice but was too happy to question it. Instead I let myself drift into a relaxing sleep…until I began dreaming. If you can call an old memory replaying like a movie in your mind a dream…
The coldness of the night hit me like a ton of bricks. What was I doing…? I had to go home. I couldn't do this anymore, because any time I found a distraction there was always a buzz kill. I brushed my hair back with my fingers, shutting my eyes tightly. I was acting like a freaking kid. This isn't me. I was Caroline Forbes for crying out loud. I needed to face my problems, be fearless. I wasn't doing that by running away to a fancy ass hotel, drinking with a guy I barley knew. I sighed.
I got my cell phone out of my little black purse and dialled in Tyler's cell phone number. I knew it off by heart. It rang twice. A woman picked up. It was Mrs Lockwood.
"Hello?" She said, her elegant polite voice radiating through the phone. Even though it wasn't Tyler I was still thrilled to hear a familiar voice. I instantly imagined her in one of her expensive suits sitting gracefully in a puffy arm chair.
"Hey, Mrs Lockwood um is Tyler there?" I asked shakily. I wanted him to come get me, even though I had my own car I wanted him to come to my rescue like he always did.
"I'm sorry dear he's out, left his phone. Do you want to leave a message? I'll make sure he gets it"
I shook my head and then stopped. She can't see you, idiot. "Um no thank you Mrs Lockwood…it's-I just-just- don't tell him I called it, doesn't matter" I said, hanging up abruptly.
I sighed leaning against the cool walls of the hotel. I then dragged my feet to my room. I switched on my laptop ready to check my e-mails. I smiled at the laptop screen opposite me. Stefan had agreed to check in on me every now and then and I had forgotten until now. I read his e-mail.
DEAR CAROLINE,
I'M NOT A TECHNICAL KIND OF GUY SO IT'S POSSIBLE YOU MAY NOT GET THIS, MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE ELENA GIVE ME MORE LESSONS. CAN'T YOU JUST IMAGINE ME ON FACEBOOK? ANYWAY I'M JUST SENDING THIS TO ASK HOW YOU'RE DOING. I HOPE EVERYTHINGS GOING ALRIGHT FOR YOU AND YOU'RE FEELING BETTER. EVERYONE IS WORRIED ABOUT YOU, BUT YOUR MOTHER IS TAKING CARE OF EVERYONE. I ALSO HAD A LITTLE RUN IN WITH TYLER THE OTHER DAY, DON'T WORRY I DIDN'T GO ALL CRAZY ON HIM I JUST TOLD HIM THAT HE NEEDED TO STOP BEING A DICK TO YOU. WELL I HOPE YOU'LL COME HOME SOON. DAMON IS GIVING ME SUSCPISIOUS EYES AS WE SPEAK SO I SHOULD PROBABLY GET OF THIS THING. SEE YOU SOON!
STEFAN.
I laughed for a while as I just starred at the e-mail before actually replying.
DEAR STEFAN,
LOOK WHOSE E-MAIL GOT THROUGH? I HAVE TO SAY I'M VERY PROUD. MAYBE WHEN I'M HOME I'LL TEACH YOU MORE ABOUT THE SOCIAL NETOWRKING WORLD, AND YES, THAN INCLUDES CREATING A FACEBOOK ACCOUNT FOR YOU. LOL. WELL THINGS ARE GREAT HERE, I'M AT A REALLY NICE HOTEL AND I'VE MET THIS COOL GUY. NOTHING LIKE THAT, HE'S GOING THROUGH A ROUGH TIME TOO. AND YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME TO BE ALONE CAN YOU? I FEEL AWFUL FOR LEAVING EVERYONE BUT IT'S JUST FOR A LITTLE WHILE. I PLAN ON COMING HOME IN A COUPLE OF DAYS SO YES YOU WILL SEE ME SOON, AND DAMON IS JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE HE WISHES HE HAD FRIENDS TO E-MAIL HAHA.
CAROLINE.
I stretched, slapping my laptop shut. I stepped off the double bed and slipped out of the small black dress. When the dress was on the floor I walked in the bathroom, fluffing about with my hair. I examined my body in the mirror slightly insecure at what I saw. I may be a vampire, but there were still little shiny white scars from Damon's use of me last year. I brushed my finger over the ones on my hips and stomach, trailing an invisible line up to my neck where the more faded ones were. Flipping my hair back, letting it swing down my back I touched the scars that only I could see. The only reason I could see them is because I knew they were there. I had looked at them so many times, times like this. I shut my eyes, inhaled sharply before removing my hand. What's done was done. When I re-opened my eyes I jumped. My heart jolted up to my throat at the sight of Adrian behind me in the mirrors reflection. I turned around furious, standing in nothing but my underwear. "What the hell are you doing?" I yelled storming out of the bathroom on search of something to cover myself up. I considered the black dress but that could look seductive since it was kinda hard to get into. He may even offer some help and I wasn't into stuff like that, not with him. Eventually I found a long t-shirt and quickly pushed it over my head. I puffed out furiously. Adrian just stood there, not fazed by my anger. I placed my hands on my hip still waiting for my answer. Instead of a spoken answer Adrian just stepped forwards. Taking short, quick steps towards me. Before I knew it his hand was cradling my face so tenderly, his thumb stroking my cheek bone. My lips parted, about to protest in his sudden motions but nothing came out, even as his face leaned closer to mine, nothing escaped my lips. My eyes, however stayed wide open as his closed and his lips collided with mine. What the hell was he doing exactly? I'm sure the other night I told him I was in love with my best friend…
I kissed him back a little, but not enough to call it an actual make-out session. I felt Adrian's want to deepen the kiss as his hands fell down to my waist. I shook my head and pushed his lips from mine. He leaned his forehead against mine as his hands brushed against my palms. "You can't do that Adrian" I simply whispered. Adrian breathed out a laugh.
"Why not?" He said huskily. I placed my hand on his chest, forcing him backwards.
"You know why not…" I replied. Yes, he knew exactly why we couldn't do this. So he graciously nodded, apologised and left my hotel room. For crying out loud Caroline, what have you got yourself into?
The bird's melody woke me from my dream. It took a while before I could be bothered to open my eyes and when I did I knew immediately that something was wrong. I didn't feel the large hands wrapped around my waist, or the fingers twining through my hair. I didn't feel anything except the delicate fabric of the bedding against my skin. I shot up. Where was Tyler? I looked at my watch. Damn. It was 3:00 in the afternoon. Shame flushing through my body therefore I threw the covers off myself, letting the coldness nip against my skin and searched for any random t-shirt of Tyler's to throw on. From what I could see, nothing had changed. Everything was still in place. Except Tyler. He never left me of a morning…he would always wait for me to be awake. I got down on the floor and checked under the bed. Nope, nothing apart from shoes and books stuffed under there. I strolled into the shower room. My eyebrows knitted together. Spotless…just how we left it last night. I cleared my throat.
I hesitantly walked to the door of Tyler's room, flicking the lock so the door would open. I peaked my head out looking at both sides. Maybe he's making me breakfast? But he never did…something didn't feel right. I felt it in the very pit of my stomach. I shut the door, suddenly frustrated. Damn Tyler, whatever game you're playing just cut it out! I thought to myself, hands on my hips. Maybe I was being clingy, and neurotic and obsessive but something just felt…strange.
My stomach then flipped. On Tyler's side of the bed there was a small cream envelope addressed to me in perfect scroll handwriting. I gulped down. My feet barley moved at first, but eventually I was in front of the table starring down at the envelope. I picked it up with shaking hands and fell on the bed.
I ripped the paper and unfolded the note inside. My heart sank; tears burnt my eyes as the note dropped out of my hands. My other hand covered my mouth. It was impossible to breathe. How…could he do this to me? The note simply read;
I'm sorry…
Tyler