Taking Care of the Other One 21
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
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Caroline woke up to Klaus spooning her with one of his hands tucked beneath her panties, cupping her, or as close to it as he could in her position. Not a bad way to wake up and she moved a little, getting some friction. He was still asleep behind her. She could feel his soft breath against her shoulder. Enjoying the sensation for a few minutes, she then remembered their contest and her eyes slowly opened, not wanting to face the day. If she could come before he woke up, would that mean she lost? She thought about it for a second and decided it was worth a shot.
She carefully lifted her top leg up to move his hand into better position, giving him some space. She felt his morning erection prodding her lower back. Moving one of her hands on top of his, she pushed it down to give her something to rub against. She tried make the movements as subtle as possible to avoid waking him. He made a noise in his sleep and she froze. Once he was quiet again for a few minutes she started to grind against his hand.
She was getting closer to coming when she felt his middle finger circle her clit and plunge inside of her. He was obviously awake.
"You're so wet, love. Are we finally ending this ridiculous bet?" he whispered into her ear, pushing in and out of her tight heat.
"What?" She looked down as if she had no idea what was going on and sadly removed his hand. "Klaus, I am shocked, just shocked by your scandalous behavior."
He chuckled into her neck and she giggled.
She rolled onto her other side to face him, sharing the same pillow.
As she watched he lifted his finger to his mouth and slowly sucked on it. Her own mouth dropped open.
"That's low. Even for you," she accused him. Once again, knowing what turned her on and using it against her.
He smirked.
She rolled him onto his back, getting on top. She laid on top of him, straddling his hips, and reached for the bedside table, groping around for something, anything, so she could stay in this position for a few more minutes. She made sure her boobs were right in his face. Reaching for a minute and then pretending to not be able to actually touch anything, she sat back down on him, grinding on him, making sure to come in contact with his erection over and over.
"Sorry. I can't seem to reach my phone over there," she sweetly smiled at him, with her arm outstretched over him. "It's so hard. I mean, so far."
He closed his eyes and his hands automatically came up to rest on her hips.
"Got it." She gave a little wiggle on his lap for her accomplishment and he groaned.
She gave him a kiss and leapt off of him. It was Thanksgiving and she had plans other than trying to get her boyfriend to crack and have sex with her, which was really and truly ridiculous. What did a girl have to do to get laid around here? Other than giving in first of course.
She stopped a few feet away from the bed and turned around to face him. She pointed her finger at him.
"Wait a minute. You haven't been, you know, in the shower or anything have you?" She hadn't been taking care of herself, but maybe he was playing by different rules.
"Have you?" He narrowed his eyes at her. It would explain why she was resisting him so well. It sounded like she could have been doing that in the shower the day before, but he wasn't convinced.
"Nope."
"Me neither."
"Ok, good."
"Good."
She brushed her teeth and then got in the shower. Stefan was coming over for lunch otherwise it was just Mikaelsons who would be there. Once again, a caterer would be doing the heavy lifting. She was just a guest after all. Rebekah was not remotely interested in cooking.
While in the shower, she heard him come in the bathroom. He was fumbling around with something. She wasn't going to give in and be curious. She was going to be firm and think about the day ahead. Ohmmmm.
Stepping out and grabbing a towel, she froze with it wrapped around her. She blocked out what she was pretty sure he was doing and yup, he was doing it. He was in front of the mirror, lathering his face up with shaving cream.
"Oh, you decided to shave. I wonder why."
Darn it. Seeing his smooth back, all that skin exposed, with just his boxer briefs on and seeing swatches of his face come out smooth from underneath the shaving cream in the mirror was another one of those turn ons she told him about. She caught herself being unable to look away.
"You're dripping, love." His eyes lit up at his double entendre.
That snapped her out of her trance and she moved to the walk-in closet to get some clothes.
"Don't you want to watch me, Caroline?" he teased. Klaus knew seeing him shave was what got to her, not that he had shaved, so her leaving so quickly did lessen the effect.
"See if I tell you anything that gets me hot ever again!" she declared.
She had to do some ironing, one of her least favorite chores, but in order to keep the pressure on Klaus, she raided his part of the closet. She put on a pair of his clean boxer briefs and one of his button down shirts, only buttoning one button in the center. Seeing her wear his clothes was one of the things that turned him on. It was the least she could do.
She put her hair up in a towel while she did her ironing. She was just about finished when he came out of the bathroom, having showered himself. He paused once he got a good look at what she was wearing.
"I was going to wear that shirt, Caroline." He wasn't, but she didn't need to know that.
She walked up into him and stopped so her fingers brushed against his chest while she undid the lone button.
"Here, I'm done anyway."
Dropping the shirt from her shoulders, she put it into his hand. She leaned up into his neck, letting her bare breasts rest against his bare chest, "You smell good." She took a good long sniff and also was sure to feel his smooth cheeks.
Turning on her heel, she finished getting dressed. She wore a tank, cardigan, and skirt in fall colors. It was still warm outside in Louisiana, but she tried to get into the holiday spirit.
Preparations were under way when they both stepped into the dining room a little later, after Caroline finished drying her hair. Amazing smells were coming out of the kitchen and the table setting was gorgeous.
Elijah was in the study next door. She popped her head in.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Elijah," she greeted him.
"To you as well, Caroline. I wanted to apologize for putting you in the middle of my quarrel with Klaus. I hope this does not taint our friendship." He was solemn. He'd come to look at Caroline like a sister and her influence on Klaus had been tremendous. Causing any friction between the two of them was not his intention.
"Thanks. We still need to talk about this. I want to know everything and I mean everything, but that can wait. I need a favor from you." She gave him a smile that made him nervous. Klaus was busy ribbing Rebekah about something, so she leaned it to whisper in his ear what she wanted.
"Not a problem. It's the least I can do for you," he agreed.
She beamed at him and clasped her hands in front of her chest in excitement.
At one, they were ready to eat. They entered the dining room and took their places, except while Klaus and Elijah usually sat at the ends of the table, with Caroline on his right, Caroline sat at the other end of the table and Elijah sat on his right. Rebekah and Stefan took their usual places on the opposite side of Elijah.
"What's the meaning of this, Caroline?" Klaus asked across the table from her, nothing obstructing their view of one another. Always suspicious, this wasn't going according to his plan. He planned on touching her under the table, hoping she would break and drag him upstairs.
"Oh this, I just wanted to see what it was like on this side of the table. Elijah didn't mind switching," she gave him an innocent smile.
"It's true, Niklaus. I'm fine sitting here. Let's enjoy our dinner."
A large turkey was already carved in the middle with all of the traditional side dishes alongside. They each had goblets of wine and blood available for drinking. Caroline and Stefan's glasses were filled with blood bag blood of course.
Caroline started innocently enough, smiling sweetly at Klaus and he did the same in return. She once again asked Rebekah and Stefan how they liked the basketball game the other night and asked if she could convince them to go again. Both said yes. They talked about mundane things.
Caroline was acting like she normally did, but Klaus sat back in his chair, convinced she was up to something. They did have a bit of a temporary truce the other day, but both were starting to get a little cranky at their self-imposed dry spell. It wasn't normal, he told himself.
He watched her closely and then began to notice something, something that his blood pumping a little bit quicker. She started playing with her utensils, emphasizing how her lips closed over her fork. She subtly moaned when she ate something she particularly liked. He looked at the others, but they didn't seem to think anything was amiss.
By the time the main course was finished, he was rock hard under the table. She was torturing him in the sweetest way possible.
Making sure to catch her eye, he mouthed, "I know what you're doing."
She quirked a brow in return.
Pumpkin pie was brought out for dessert. Caroline was having too much fun. She was undoing herself at the same time she was undoing Klaus, but watching his eyes fire up was too great to let go of.
She started to obscenely use her spoon, licking it all over. At one point, Rebekah even covered Stefan's eyes as the others noticed what she was doing.
"Caroline! That is a spoon, not a toy," she scolded her. "Put it down."
Caroline blushed and looked down, meekly putting the spoon on the table.
"Sorry, Rebekah," she mumbled. Stefan and Elijah were both giving her weird looks. "Quit it you two. Show's over."
Klaus was amused that she was found out, until she did the one thing that absolutely drove him to the breaking point.
"No," he hissed.
She let her vampire features take over her face when she drank from the goblet of blood.
He slapped his open palm against the table and raced to the front door.
"Klaus!" she yelled after him, trying to get to him before he left. She pretty much knew what would happen next.
"Don't you dare turn into your wolf. You know that turns me on when you come back all hot and sweaty!" She marched right up to him in the open doorway and poked him in the chest with each word.
"It turns me on and it turns me on that it turns you on. As if you don't know what you just did to me!" He shouted right back at her.
"Fine."
"Fine!"
"I love you!"
"I love you!"
Caroline was always sure to say it to him, even when they were caught up in the most ridiculous fight she'd ever been a part of. Their love and relationship was bigger than any lame spat and she wanted to reinforce that for him and he always did the same for her. She also hoped her "I love you" doubled as "Don't do anything stupid" and "Be careful while you're out there."
They each stopped with their noses almost brushing. The tension between them was off the charts.
He whooshed off and she took a breath.
"Rebekah!" she shouted and then remembered she left them all in the dining room.
Each one had their mouths open, completely unsure of what just happened.
"Happy Thanksgiving, right? Rebekah, can I talk to you?"
Once everyone settled down, she was able to get Rebekah alone in the living room. She had to hurry though before Klaus returned in his post-wolf state. It was best not to be around him if she couldn't have him.
"Is this another one of your sex games with my brother? If it is, I really don't want to know anything about it."
"Well it is, but please, just listen." She grabbed Rebekah's arm when she wanted to get up. "This is important. This is about men versus women. Are you with me?"
"Not yet," Rebekah was checking out her manicure.
"Ok. I started a stupid bet with him to see who could go longer without having sex. Like I said, stupid, but I can't be the one to break first," she whined. She ran her hands through her hair, incredibly frustrated and cranky. "I'm trying everything to get him to cave. I think I know something that might do the trick, but I need your help to make it happen."
"He does always get his way, so it would be nice to see him get taken down. Figuratively, not literally. I do not want to be near either of you when one of you gives in. Please." She cocked her head to the side. "This is a good reason to stay with Stefan, though. Wait. Aren't you leaving in a few days? No! Caroline, no." She could not deal with that Klaus for weeks!
"I know," Caroline sighed, resigned.
"If you promise this ends before you leave, I'll help you. I live with him, you don't. I can't deal with him like that," Rebekah scoffed.
"No, I promise. I'll go crazy going without him that long anyway. I'm already going crazy and it's only been 48 hours. He has a thousand years of experience." She pretended not to see Rebekah wince. "I need your connections to get this thing to work and I think it might be enough to push him over the edge. You can stay with Stefan tonight. Tell Elijah he might want to find someplace else to stay. By the way, we need to talk about him. Back to business though."
Caroline filled her in on the plan. Rebekah wasn't sure exactly why Caroline thought this would do the trick, they had the weirdest sex life ever, but it was worth a shot. She didn't have anything planned for the rest of the day anyway. She made some calls. The process took a while, but Caroline was really happy when it was over. Rebekah got a similar thing done for herself, which she had fun with.
According to a phone call from Stefan, Klaus and Elijah were going out that night to Rousseau's. Stefan was going to join them as well. Their plan was to start early and stay out late. Klaus had come home after transforming back and Caroline wasn't even around to get tempted by him! He wanted to get as trashed as possible and thanks to his brother and friend, they were going to do it. He could practically hear the ticking clock over his head and he wanted to drown the clock in alcohol.
Finding a table wasn't hard. It was Thanksgiving night and it was still relatively early. More vampires would be coming out to play in the next hour or two. Klaus planned on getting a head start on them and possibly depleting the entire bar's alcohol stock.
"Brother, do you want to tell us what's going on?"
"No." He was full-on pouting.
"C'mon. It can't be that bad," Stefan tried to get him to open up. He did not want to be on the receiving end of Klaus' bad mood, so maybe he could help resolve it.
"Caroline and I have a bet and I think I'm about to lose it," he mumbled into his glass before slamming it back and pouring himself another. They bought a bottle at a time, knowing glasses would be empty in seconds.
"That's it? I thought maybe you fought about something significant, like your tendency to kill people."
Klaus scowled at him.
"Rippah, you know that liver I'm always threatening? Do you think Rebekah would like it as a gift?"
Stefan couldn't help but laugh.
"Ok, I do want my liver. I need it for all the alcohol I end up drinking with you. What's the bet?"
"The bet is who can go longer without sex," he again mumbled before finishing another glass.
Stefan could not stop laughing. Even Elijah couldn't resist chuckling at the inane nature of their disagreement.
"This is too good. Does Rebekah know? I have to tell her." Stefan reached for his phone.
"No, you do not need to tell her." He slammed his hand down, preventing any texts. "Are you here as my friend or not?"
"Fine," he sighed. "What can we do?"
"Yes, brother. I'm not sure how we can help, but what is your plan?"
"I don't have a plan, Elijah" he shouted before lowering his voice. "The problem isn't not having sex. The problem is not having sex with her. Every time I think I'm making progress, she one ups me. She's clever, that girl. It's one of the many reasons why I love her, but our stubborn natures may drive me insane. She's also leaving in two days."
The other men looked at each other, worried, and tried to offer up any suggestions for Klaus.
"I'm not sure what she sees in you, so I'm not sure I can help. I could lend you some hair products."
"Really, Stefan? That's the best you can do?"
"I always find the ladies enjoy my suits. Let me give you my tailor's number."
Stefan and Klaus both rolled their eyes.
Klaus told them a few of the things he'd tried. If the others hadn't caught him and Caroline having sex all the time he wouldn't have shared, but they did, so they might as well help him.
"I've got it," Stefan crowed after the third bottle was finished. "I know something that will blow her mind. Something only Caroline would get turned on by, because it's truly weird," he added as an aside. "You'll be her hero. It's perfect."
Klaus heard him out and he had to admit, the idea had merit. It might actually work. It was just a matter of getting everyone in position at the right time. He slowed down on the alcohol, not wanting to be too impaired when the perfect opportunity presented itself.
In the meantime, Caroline and Rebekah got ready to surprise the boys. Caroline chose her outfit to maximize the effect on Klaus. She wore black knee-high boots, a short denim skirt, and a black retro concert T-shirt cut around the neckline and shoulders. Her makeup mostly consisted of a bright red lip and she had her hair in a fishtail braid.
"How do I look?" she asked, arms out doing a twirl.
Rebekah bit her lip, thinking about what wasn't quite right.
"Come here," she pulled her in and then pulled out her scissors. She then made the skirt about two inches shorter than it had been. "Perfect."
"Yikes. Ok." Caroline tugged the skirt down so it was riding low on her hip bones, but at least she wasn't worried she would be flashing everyone.
Rebekah looked amazing in her own tight jeans and black corset-style top.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but take no prisoners, Caroline."
Caroline brought her in for a hug. "I know this is bizarre, but when you have something weird going on, I owe you more than one."
They laughed and then plotted out their plan of attack.
Walking into Rousseau's they immediately spotted the guys and pretended to be engrossed in conversation.
"No time for you today either, Cami," Caroline announced as she didn't bother looking at the bartender.
Cami opened and closed her mouth. "I didn't even say anything."
"That's enough, Cami," Rebekah added and she shared a look with Caroline. Another bonding moment between the two.
Klaus heard her the minute she spoke and he elbowed his two companions and pointed out the visitors. He leaned back in his chair and smiled smugly. This was going to end tonight and he was going to be victorious.
He waited for them to get settled. They waved at the guys, but moved on to play some pool. Klaus gave Caroline a wink. Of course, she looked bloody sensational, although he did think the skirt was a little too short. After they had a few drinks, he stood up to make his big move and got close to the blonde.
As soon as Klaus stood up, her eyes couldn't help but follow him. When he reached the bar her eyes almost popped out of her head. He better not do what she thought he might do.
Nope. What he did was worse.
"Cami, hello," Klaus cooed in his most sensual voice. "Did you see my gorgeous girlfriend walk in here? She's incredible, is she not? I love her with all of my heart. One day soon I hope she'll agree to become Caroline Mikaelson. My life has never been better and I owe it all to her. Some impostors try to copy her generous spirit, fierce nature, uncompromising humanity, and even her looks. It's really sad to see them. Everyone else looks paler in comparison. Run along now."
With every word, Caroline gripped the pool table tighter and tighter until it started to crack under her hands.
Rebekah, Stefan, and Elijah's eyes went back and forth watching each of them and their reactions to one another.
"Unf. I think I just came," Caroline breathed out, flustered and flushed.
He smirked and his eyes flashed yellow when they met hers.
Nothing he could have done would have turned her on any more than what he did just then, praising her and insulting Cami all at the same time. Nothing. "Rebekah, hurry! Keep your distance, Klaus!"
Rebekah sprung into action while Klaus got closer and closer, stalking his prey. They both knew once he reached her she would be lost. Rebekah got behind Caroline and tugged her T-shirt up and out of the skirt. She quickly pulled it up and knotted it in the back, exposing her lower stomach and back in the process.
"Done," Rebekah announced, hoping this would work.
Caroline spun around so her back was to Klaus and waited for his reaction.
She heard him stop dead in his tracks, footsteps stopping.
"What. Is. That?" he barely breathed out, eyes glued to her right lower back and what he saw creeping up out of her skimpy skirt.
She couldn't speak or it would be for him to take her home right now. She could not remember even being more turned on in her life. Her nipples were hard and she was soaking wet.
His footsteps restarted and his fingers traced along the pattern he found. Her pussy involuntarily clenched. He moved even closer and brought his right arm across her stomach, pulling her into his chest.
"It's time for us to be alone," he murmured into her hair. She nodded her agreement and he whooshed her off to the mansion.
"Rebekah, what just happened?" Stefan was completely confused, although he was pleased that his idea seemed to mostly work.
"Do you really want to know?" He shook his head. He really didn't. "Ready to leave?" He nodded his head. "Goodnight, Elijah. I wouldn't even try to go home for at least twenty-four hours." He agreed. Rebekah was excited to show off for Stefan what she got for herself. She wasn't sure Stefan would react the same way Klaus did, but it couldn't hurt to try.
Klaus only set her down once they were back inside their bedroom. He turned on a bedside lamp.
"Well played, love. Show me."
"I will, but you get naked first," she ordered. She crossed her arms over her chest to see if he'd go along.
"Anything for you, sweetheart," he smirked.
He toed off his shoes first. Then he reached back and pulled the shirt out and over his head. Her eyes took in his gorgeous body. He undid his belt and then slowly unzipped his jeans, lowering them to the ground and kicking them free.
He raised his hands up, but she stopped him. "Nope, leave the necklaces."
He smiled and lowered his boxers to the ground. He was hard for her. He'd been hard for her since he woke up that morning. Just seeing his erection was enough for her to feel her pussy clench again. He was so beautiful.
He reached a hand down to himself and she stopped him. "Nope. Not that! If you want to see it, no touching." She was hanging on by a thread and watching him stroke himself in front of her after basically forty-eight hours of foreplay might kill her.
She sat down the bed, unzipped her boots, and pulled off her socks and boots. Slipping from the bed, she stood up, and turned around. She unbuttoned the top button and unzipped the skirt. She looked over her shoulder at him.
"Ready?"
"Always."
"No, really. Are you sure?" she teased.
"Caroline, yes!"
"Alright, no need to yell." She smirked at his crankiness.
She shimmied out of her skirt and panties at the same time, letting them drop. She turned her head over her shoulder and Klaus' eyes were glued to her brand new henna tattoo. She had gotten Rebekah's help to find someone who could do it for her and on Thanksgiving no less.
It was on her right hip. About four inches long and three inches wide, it was a floral pattern. She loved it.
His jaw dropped.
"Does that say Klaus?" he peered in to get a better look, bending to get within inches of it. He even pressed a quick kiss on it before standing up again.
"Yup." She was able to get the talented artist to add Klaus' name in subtly within the design. It wasn't obvious. She was actually surprised he picked it out so fast, but again since he hadn't blinked it shouldn't be too big of a shock. She wasn't into names in tattoos, but since this wasn't permanent and was really meant to torture him, she thought it was appropriate.
While he was busy staring, she finished getting undressed and soon she was as naked as he was. She turned around and lifted her arms around his neck.
"I wasn't done looking," he pouted.
"I know, Nik. I know. It will last at least until I leave," she soothed him.
The mention of her having to leave made the moment a little more serious.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too, sweetheart."
They kissed and it was sweet rather than passionate. They were both so close to the edge that it helped slightly calm them.
He picked her and placed her on the bed. She helped by pushing all the sheets and covers to the foot of the bed.
He once again settled in the cradle of her thighs. It was the same position he was in two days ago that started it all.
They kissed again. This time it was passionate and all the lust between them flared up. It was all lips, teeth, and tongue. Clashing mouths and roaming hands.
She pulled back, ready to concede, needing her inside of him right that minute. This was the man who chased Katherine for 500 years. He wasn't built to give up and it's one of the things she loved about him. Being with him in every way, including physically, was more important than besting him. They had to resolve this before it went on any longer.
"Klaus," she started.
"No, let me," he interrupted her holding her face in his hands. "Caroline, you win. You're right. I can't take not being able to make love to you."
She wanted to burst into tears. All of the built up emotions for the past few days were overwhelming her and her eyes began to water.
"That is the nicest, most romantic thing you've ever said to me. I love you, Niklaus Mikaelson."
He quirked a brow at her.
"That's the most romantic thing I've ever said to you? Not I intend to be your last love? More romantic than when I told you I love you?" he teased.
"You know what I mean. You did this for me and I love you for it." She smiled up into his gorgeous blue eyes and lifted her head to give him a peck. "Now fuck me!"
He chuckled and she joined him. Her laughter stopped when he pushed his way inside of her. He could see her wet pussy when he put her on the bed and it eased his slow and steady pressure as his cock pushed through her swollen tissues.
She moaned and closed her eyes at finally getting him inside of her. Her long legs came up around his waist.
"You feel so good, love. So wet."
She wasn't going to last very long and his hips rocked into her, his cock pushing in so deep over and over, going faster and faster. His pelvic bone hit her swollen clit and she could feel her climax starting deep inside.
"Don't stop. Klaus. Right there," she pleaded thrashing her head from side to side.
He pumped his hips harder and faster, pushing her up towards the headboard, groaning when he felt her clench on him, her pussy milking him over and over.
"YES! Yes, Klaus," she screamed and sobbed into his ear, nails scratching down his back and he couldn't resist her. He came as hard as he ever had, shooting deep inside of her.
He collapsed on top of her, being unable to move. When he was able to, he propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her. Her eyes were closed. Her cheeks were flushed. Her chest was rising and falling quickly.
"Caroline?"
Her eyes popped open and she gave him a big grin.
"That was amazing. I told you. I'm that good," she smirked. "Can we agree to not get into that bet again? We're too stubborn and full of pride."
"I did like some of the things you did though. How about we wait another hundred years?"
"Deal." They shook hands in their awkward position.
"That was for the ice cube trick by the way," he told as he pressed kisses to her sweaty temple.
"Is that so? Then I guess next time will be for you wearing that outfit that you know gets me all hot and bothered," she rolled them over so she was on top. "It's going to be a long night, Klaus. Can you handle this?"
"Let's find out," he smiled up at her.
"I can't wait until we get to that talk with Cami. I think I might have broken the pool table. It was so freaking hot, Klaus. You have no idea what that did to me." She shivered on top of him and he felt it where they were still joined. "That's going to blow your mind."
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The end of this drabble.
That was long! I almost broke it up again, but I couldn't do that to you.
Lots of teasing with a little smut for these two. I had a lot of fun writing it.
Thoughts?