A/N: Hey everyone! :) Thank you so much for the reviews, follows, and favorites! You guys are so amazing!
I posted something about this on tumblr, but a lot of you don't follow me, so I'll just say it here, too. There was some concern over Caroline's recent Elena behavior (and I assume that it was shared by others who didn't review as well, since that chapter had 15 less than the last one?), and I just want to clear up that I knew, that was purposeful, and she'll be over it soon (and by "soon" i mean this chapter).
This chapter has a scene that was requested by quite a few people a couple chapters ago (it involves an outfit Caroline may or may not have picked up during a mission), as well as a very important confession from Klaus.
Thank you justanotherfiveminutes & CKHybrid for beta work.
Enjoy!
-Angie
February 23rd, 2013
He had been sitting there for over ten hours, just holding Caroline's hand, his eyes fixed on her pale face.
She had lost a lot of blood, but he had been assured by Bonnie that she would wake, and it was just a matter of time. After she woke, she'd have to stay for observation for a week or so, just to make sure the serum worked and there were no side effects, and after that she was free to go back to work.
Well, theoretically she was, but Klaus had no intention of letting her back on the field for a long time, if ever.
He heard the click of the door and whirled around to face the intruder, his hand flying towards the clipboard resting on the bedside table as a makeshift weapon. Sage entered, her hands up in the air, eyes wide. "It's just me."
He nodded, setting the clipboard back down and fusing his palm to Caroline's again.
"You know, you can go take a shower and change your clothes. She probably won't wake in the next fifteen minutes."
He glared at her, and Sage just sighed and snatched the clipboard out of Klaus's hand. "Let me check her over. If anything happens I'll send Bonnie to come get you no matter how naked you are. You can use the suite bathrooms near my office."
He didn't move.
"Klaus…"
"I'm not leaving her."
"Suit yourself," Sage said, sighing, before edging around him to inspect the monitor linked to Caroline's arm.
It took less than five minutes for Sage to be completely satisfied with all of her findings. Before she left, she told Klaus that she'd send Katya along with brunch later that morning, since he was perfectly capable of tutoring her in a hospital room with his unconscious girlfriend present, and that he was welcome to get some sleep on the spare bed on the other side of the room.
A few hours later he was getting tired, and though he knew he could easily stay up for at least another half day without his reflexes suffering, he pushed the spare bed towards Caroline's to set them together and climbed in, fully clothed, grabbing her hand in his and just watching her.
He ran a finger down Caroline's cheek. She didn't stir, but he was glad he could see her breathe. When he'd seen her fall in the hallway, he felt like he was in a movie on a scratched disc. Caroline seemed to be frozen in midair for a few moments before she was suddenly lying in a heap on the ground, though he knew that he must have just been in shock.
He'd never felt anything like that in his life. He could almost feel his chest constrict again. It had taken him from the moment Stefan knocked her out with the serum until they got into the van Finn brought around while he clutched her hand in his to name it.
Terror.
Absolute terror.
He shifted on his side of their joined bed, watching the rise and fall of Caroline's chest and realized that he had a much more familiar feeling welling up inside his chest.
He was absolutely fucking furious with her.
February 25th, 2013
Bonnie opened her eyes to a repetitive banging against the front door of the house she shared with Rebekah.
"Bonnie!" Kol shouted through the door.
She groaned and rolled over, tugging the sheets up over her head.
"Bonnie!"
It was an accomplishment, she decided, that he could make himself heard through a solid-wood door and up a flight of stairs.
"Bonnie, I know you're home."
She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Maybe then she wouldn't have to talk to him.
"Bonnie, you have ten seconds before I come in whether you like it or not."
She pulled a pillow over her head and counted down the seconds, sighing in relief when she didn't hear the door open, figuring that Kol must have left. She squeaked loudly as the blankets were abruptly pulled off of her body.
Fucking assassins and their ability to be completely silent when they break into your fucking house.
She asked for years how he managed to sneak into her house like a stalker, but he'd just tell her that a magician never reveals their secrets. Rebekah eventually told her that Kol had convinced her to grease all the hinges and make sure that they would be silent (Bonnie hadn't spoken to either of them for a week).
"Go away."
He rolled his eyes and kicked off his shoes, preparing to get into bed with her. She rolled over and stretched across her mattress like a starfish, glaring at him.
"Really, Bonnie?"
She didn't answer, opting to turn her head away and ignore his existence.
She heard him huff before she was unceremoniously picked up and moved to the other edge of the bed, Kol sitting on the edge but not laying down, apparently trying to be respectful of her space.
And failing.
"Bonnie…"
"Leave, Kol. Really."
"Not until you hear me out. You practically shoved me out the door last week and barely talked to me since."
"We talked at Elena and Damon's wedding."
"Yeah, for about three seconds. Look, I'm sorry, Darling, all right?"
February 14th, 2013
"Where are you?" Bonnie demanded as Kol picked up his phone.
"I'm at Alaric and Jenna's."
"Why are you at Alaric and Jenna's?"
"They asked me to watch Summer, remember?"
"You said that was this weekend," Bonnie said, closing her eyes briefly.
Did he really forget?
"Yeah, because their date night is usually on Sunday. I guess they changed their mind this week for some reason."
He did.
He forgot Valentine's Day.
"Kol...Do you know what today is?"
"Not Sunday, I know."
"You're joking, right?" she asked, trying to keep the anger out of her voice.
There was silence on the other end of the line for a few moments and then Kol groaned.
"I'm sorry, Darling. I forgot."
"Clearly."
"We'll do it later this weekend. I'll get Stefan to bake you a cake and everything, all right?"
Wait, what?
"What are you talking about, Kol?"
"Your birthday party?" he half-asked, sounding honestly bewildered by her anger. "I'm sorry I was gone for it this year–"
"You're unbelievable."
"Why are you so angry, Darling? I know it was more than a week ago–"
"You. Are. Unbelievable."
They'd had her party, and she'd told Kol that it wasn't a big deal, since she really hated her birthday anyway, and he was the one who always wanted to make everyone celebrate their birthdays.
He had a thing about birthdays, she still wasn't sure what it was. She suspected it was the excuse to force someone to wear tacky paper party hats.
"Darling, calm down. I don't understand what–"
"Go look at a calendar," she snapped, hanging up on him.
She flopped down on her bed, setting her cell phone on the bedside table, then rubbing her eyes with her palms, trying to tune out Rebekah's sniffles from the room next to hers. When it became apparent that Rebekah wasn't going to stop feeling sorry for herself anytime soon, Bonnie sighed and walked down the stairs to watch a movie.
Thorn had just discovered that Soylent Green was people when the doorbell rang, and she paused the movie to open it, knowing exactly who would be on the other side.
"I'm sorry, Bonnie."
He really did look kind of pathetic standing on her doorstep, his shoulders slumped and his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. She just glared at him.
Let it never be said that Bonnie Bennett could not hold a grudge.
"I'm sure you are," she said coolly, letting her hand rest on the doorknob.
"Bonnie…"
"I don't want to talk to you right now, Kol."
"Don't you think you're overreacting just a tad?" he asked, before wincing.
The look on her face could not have been nice.
"I don't know, am I?"
He screwed up his face slightly, apparently debating his choices in ways to answer, before saying simply, "No, probably not. I'm really sorry, Darling."
She looked at the porch light, trying not to get sucked in by the patented Mikaelson sad-eyes.
"Look, we'll talk later, okay? I don't feel like it right now."
He opened his mouth to respond, frowning, but she shut the door before he could. There was a barrage of knocking that lasted for about three minutes straight before it stopped for a few minutes, and then began again, but more softly.
She opened the door, prepared to tell him that she really was serious and he needed to leave.
"Kol, I tol–Oh. Stefan, hey. When did you get back?"
February 25th, 2013
"Whatever."
"Bonnie. I have been trying to talk to you for more than a week. Every day."
"Yeah, pro tip, the amount of voice messages that you leave me does not have a direct correlation with the likelihood that I will return your calls."
He blinked. "I don't know half of those words, but I'm going to assume you meant that if I bother you, you won't want to talk to me."
"Basically."
He rolled his eyes and flopped down next to her, avoiding her outstretched limbs, apparently deciding that the whole sitting-on-the-edge-of-her-bed-and-respecting-her-space strategy was not working out all that well.
She sighed and turned on her side to look at him, and found him doing the same.
"It's not that you forgot," she admitted quietly.
"I know."
"I hate her. I hate how she calls me every year on my birthday and makes me feel terrible because I don't want to talk to her. I hate how she ruins my entire month."
"You're perfectly within your rights to not want to talk to her, you know."
"I know, but...She's my mom."
"Maybe you should talk to Sheila or Ayana about it."
"Maybe," she mumbled, though both of them knew that she was just trying to make him stop talking.
"I really am sorry, though, Bonnie."
"Thanks."
February 28th, 2014
Klaus heard a sharp squeak from the bedsprings next to him and his eyes flew open. He turned to see Caroline covering her eyes with her palm. "Hold still," he said immediately, getting up to yell for Sage.
Sage arrived quickly and began to inspect Caroline, asking if she was in any pain, and a variety of other questions that Klaus barely listened to, his gaze completely fixed on Caroline's pale face.
"How long have I been out?" she asked quietly, as soon as Sage had stopped poking her with various medical instruments for the moment.
"A little less than a week."
They looked at each other, and Klaus shifted, trying to figure out what to say. He honestly would like nothing better than to give her the longest lecture possible on how absolutely idiotic she'd been, throwing herself in front of a bullet for no reason like she had.
"Sage says you must stay here for a week for observation, and you may leave next Friday," he said instead.
"Okay," she said quietly, apparently picking up on his anger.
"Now that you are awake, I'll go home. I'll return tomorrow."
"Wait, what do you mean 'now that I'm awake'? Did you stay here while I was out?"
"The farthest I went was the employee bathroom down the hall," he admitted quietly.
Her eyes widened. "Oh."
He nodded stiffly. "Indeed."
He shut the door quietly after him as he left, trying to forget that her breath had hitched slightly as he'd turned to leave.
XXX
He leaned against the wall of the cell holding Caroline's near-murderer, enjoying watching the man squirm.
"What do you want? I don't know anything," the man said again.
Klaus sank down into the chair opposite his captive, who was straining against the ropes that were binding him. "I've told you. I don't want to know anything you know. I just want to watch you die slowly in a pool of your own blood."
The man seemed to understand that Klaus meant business because he didn't talk again, just eyed the safety pin that Klaus was flipping through his fingers and the jar that he was clutching tightly in his other hand.
Klaus waited a few moments to make sure the man wasn't going to talk and then smirked to himself, unclipping the needle from the rest of the pin.
"This might hurt just a bit," he warned, before dragging the pin slowly down the man's arm, causing tiny beads of blood to well up on his skin.
The man gritted his teeth, apparently determined not to make a sound.
Klaus would change that, he was sure. He continued carving small lines through the man's skin, making him flinch. He got bored of this after about five minutes and unscrewed the lid of the jar, which was filled with a slightly goopy red liquid.
Klaus inhaled slowly as the spicy smell hit his nose, and stuck the pin inside, coating it with the liquid.
"This is tabasco sauce," he said conversationally to the man in the chair. "It may exacerbate the pain of your wounds, but I suppose that's an unfortunate side effect of getting handed to me after you shot my girlfriend."
He trailed the pin over the already open wounds on the man's arm.
The man screamed.
March 7th, 2013
"You will not accompany us on the mission on Tuesday."
"Excuse me?"
He repeated his statement.
"Why?" She asked, her expression somewhere between confusion and anger.
"It's too dangerous," he said simply.
"I don't care how dangerous this is. I can do it. I've had training."
"No, you can't. Mikael is after me, and therefore after you. You're staying here where it's safe."
She leaned toward him with her hands on her hips—the default position of angry girlfriends everywhere—and glared at him. "You can't make me stay here." she spat out. "It's my choice—"
"No it's not," Klaus interrupted, annoyed with her and wondering why she couldn't just do what he told her to do like a normal person would.
Caroline bristled, and Klaus saw April wince from her position on the couch over Caroline's shoulder.
"I beg your pardon?"
He had the sudden impression that he should word his answer very carefully.
"I didn't mean that you had no choice. I meant that, as your superior and the head of our team, I would like you to stay here," he said, hoping that the logic behind his statement made sense to her.
He realized that this was clearly the wrong answer when Caroline drew herself up to her full height, which, though he was a trained assassin and she was still about three inches shorter than him, was somehow incredibly threatening. "Did you seriously just call yourself my superior?"
"Not superior in value. Superior in position. It's my responsibility to do what's best for the team," he said quickly, trying to mitigate the depth of the hole he'd just dug himself.
"Are you seriously saying that…that because you are a higher…rank, or whatever, than me, that I don't get a choice in decisions about my own personal safety?"
Yes, actually, that was exactly what he was saying. Somehow though, he felt that he might want to phrase it a little bit differently to make her understand.
"Caroline, love, I don't want you to get hurt, and I have a higher chance of getting injured myself if I'm constantly worrying about your safety," he said, trying a different angle.
"Are you calling me a liability?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was she twisting his words? The meaning behind his statement was clear, and there was no need for her to be angry.
"No. I'm not. Contrary to what you seem to believe, I do believe that you can do this job. I think that you're perfectly capable. However, this isn't just about you, Caroline. It's not just about your personal safety. It's about mine, as well as Stefan's and the rest of the organization. The decisions you make impact all of us, love. No matter how good at your job you are, I would still be worried about you, especially after you nearly died because you couldn't follow directions on the field. Your capability is not in question here. What's in question is my ability to perform knowing that you could go off and do something incredibly stupid."
"But we've been on lots of missions together where you were worried about me. How is this any different?"
"Because you've never nearly died," Klaus pointed out angrily, "Yes, you've had guns and knives held to your head, but I always had the situation under control. I can't let that happen again."
Somehow, in less than a year Caroline had become one of the most important things in his life, if not the most important. He needed her, and he wasn't going to let some stupid insignificant thing like death come between them.
"I've nearly died several times, and frankly I don't understand your issue with this. I'm not being personally targeted, and I haven't even been slightly injured in any of the other missions we've done before—"
"Actually, you are being personally targeted. Perhaps it has escaped your notice, but you are important to me, Caroline, and therefore an excellent choice to gain leverage over me," he interrupted angrily.
"I'm fine, Klaus. I don't understand what your problem is. Your sister goes on missions. Your brothers go on missions. You care about them. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" She asked, angry tears forming in her eyes, her voice growing louder with every word.
It was because he couldn't take the risk; he couldn't let her leave him. He needed her.
He needed to make her stay.
"Because I love you," he burst out, not knowing exactly what the word meant or why it was so important to her, because he knew that it was, but hoping it would make her stay, that it would make her understand that he couldn't lose her.
Caroline had gone silent at his words, her eyes wide.
April was completely still on the couch, her mouth open with her eyebrows raised looking about as shocked as Caroline, if not more so.
Caroline closed her eyes briefly.
"Excuse me?"
"I love you," he said again, testing the words on his tongue as they spilled out.
"You're only saying that because you hope that it will make me do what you say," She said quietly, her eyes narrowed.
How did she read him so well?
"No," he insisted, "I'm saying it because it's true. Although, yes, I do hope that the knowledge that I love you alive will cause you to stop running into deadly situations with no concern for your own life or how losing you might affect other people."
"I value my own life!"
"Yes, which is why you ran into a situation and got shot in the side instead of following the given directions which, to be frank, would have ended with the exact same result with the only exception being that you nearly died."
And nearly left me alone.
Her face drained of color, and he almost regretted his outburst.
"I didn't think about it like that."
He opened his mouth to tell her that she didn't think at all, but decided that the comment would be counter-productive, so he settled for a simple, "Well, think about it like that from now on."
He took a step closer to her, taking it as a good sign that she didn't back away. "Caroline, love, I just need you to give me some peace of mind."
"So you want me to stop going on missions? Look, Klaus, I need to do my job," she said softly, though she looked much calmer now, much more willing to listen.
What was it that Stefan said a few months ago? Compromise. He needed to compromise.
"What if you stayed off the field just until Mikael is captured?" He suggested slowly.
She bit her lip. "I don't know, Klaus…That seems—"
"Reasonable?" He interrupted, bringing out the big sad-eyes.
She bit her lip, still looking uneasy. They were nose to nose now, and he let his hands rest on her hips, and she seemed to automatically lean into him. She was coming around, he just needed to pull out the big guns.
"Please?"
"Fine," she relented, allowing him to pull her closer, "But just until we get Mikael."
"Good," he said, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling her scent deeply, reflecting that he had a few weeks to convince her to exclusively be a handler, or even just to stay on base, and he planned to make the most of it.
"I love you," he said again, the words tasting sweeter every time he said them.
He felt her smile into his chest, but wasn't concerned that she hadn't said the words back. He was confident that she would soon, and there was no point in rushing it. She pulled back, dropping a light kiss on his lips. He caught her lips again as she began to pull away, letting his hands rest lightly on her waist, their kiss turning heated.
"I'm just gonna go," April said, grabbing her sweater and leaving, closing the front door behind her.
Caroline buried her head in his chest again, apparently having forgotten that April was present.
"Are you feeling better?"
She shrugged. "I mean, it's kind of achy, but–"
"I meant in terms of...feelings...but if you're feeling unwell you should most likely sleep."
She rolled her eyes. "I can make that decision for myself, thanks."
"Suit yourself."
She broke away, squeezing his hand lightly before she let go. "I'm fine, Klaus."
"All right."
"Will you stay the night?" she asked.
She looked hesitant to ask. Did she think that he was still unhappy with her?
"Yes, if that's what you'd like."
"Okay."
He followed her up the stairs and, though she tried to stay up, she was soon snuggled into him, dead to the world.
March 8th, 2013
"Caroline?"
Caroline groaned and rolled over to look at Klaus, who looked faintly amused as he gently shook her awake. "Hi."
"Good morning."
He didn't look angry anymore, and she was happy about that. She really just wanted to forget the entire incident. Looking back she realized how insensitive she was being, and she felt incredibly guilty.
"I'm sorry."
He snorted. "I'm aware."
"Hey, I'm trying to apologize."
"You don't need to."
She bit her lip, nodding. "Okay."
"I'm glad you're safe," he said quietly.
"Me too."
They were comfortably silent for a few moments before Caroline felt compelled to break it. "So, guess what?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"You have to guess."
"You don't like those repulsive drinks anymore."
"ICEEs? No, I like those a lot, and I maintain that you should try them."
"You've decided to convert to a tea person."
"You wish."
He sighed. "I don't know then, Caroline. What?"
"Well, before we left California, I picked something up from the post office."
"Did you?" he asked, a smirk stretching across his face.
She nodded, fighting down a smile. "Yep."
"May I see it?"
She pushed the covers back and got out of bed in lieu of an answer, pulling open her closet door. "You should go make breakfast," she said to Klaus over her shoulder as she pushed the hangers aside trying to find what she was looking for.
"Why would I do that when I can just have you?"
She was half-tempted to turn around just so he could see how close she came to pulling a retina with that eye-roll, but instead she just shook her head, laughing quietly.
"Well, I'm hungry, and I need to take a shower and stuff anyway."
"I could take the shower with you?"
"But then there would be no point in me putting the outfit on because I'd already be naked."
"I'm perfectly all right with that."
She laughed. "Out."
He gave her a long-suffering sigh and pulled himself out of bed, leaving the room. She waited until he was gone before grabbing her phone and sending a quick text to April, informing her that she might want to stay at Stefan's place for a bit longer, and took what felt like the world record for the fastest shower.
After she got out and blow-dried her hair, she put it up with a ribbon and wrapped a towel around herself, trying to ignore the smell of bacon wafting from downstairs as she pulled on the cheerleader uniform she'd managed to take with them.
She gave herself a quick once-over in the mirror before heading down the stairs, smiling to herself at the way Klaus's eyes moved over her figure as she perched herself on the chair closest to the stove, where he'd been making breakfast.
He switched off the burners for both of the pans and she frowned.
"Hey, weren't we going to eat?"
"No. I don't want to burn the house down, and there is nothing in this world more revolting than cold eggs."
"Except ICEEs, apparently."
He gave her a brief unimpressed look before his eyes flicked over the creamy skin of her legs, which were crossed in front of her. She grinned as she realized where his eyes were going and uncrossed her legs, spreading them slightly and leaning back with her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her breasts up to peek out of her top.
She stood up and walked to him, reaching past him to pluck a strip of bacon out of one of the pans and took a bite, closing her eyes and letting out an exaggerated moan, chewing it slowly and then licking her fingers, keeping eye contact with him.
He closed his eyes briefly, causing her to smile as she released her index finger from her mouth with a soft popping sound, swirling her tongue around the end for good measure when his eyes opened again.
He groaned, and she reached out past him to take another piece out of the pan, but he caught her wrist.
"Hey," she protested. "I'm still hungry."
She felt an intense stab of arousal at his eyes darkening with lust for her, and she felt her skin heat. He tugged her over to the fridge and pressing her against it.
"I'm feeling a little peckish myself." He was smirking at her now, his smile rather predatory as he took her hand, bringing her fingers up to his mouth and running his tongue down the pads of her fingertips, making her moan.
When he moved to kiss her she ran her hands down his naked chest to stroke his well-sculpted stomach. His palms snuck under the short fabric of her skirt, stroking her hips and ass, moaning when he realized that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, before tugging lightly at her thighs. She obligingly spread her legs for him, moving her hand down to stroke him through his boxers, moaning into his mouth when she found him already hard for her.
His hands explored the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before stroking her dripping entrance. He plunged two fingers into her heat, and she moaned, tipping her neck to the side to allow him to create small red marks on her creamy skin. She looped her arms around his neck, leaning back against the cold metal door of the fridge and gasping at the loss of his fingers when he pulled them out of her. "How far can you spread your legs for me, love?" he asked, his hot breath on her ear making her core ache for his touch.
"Let's see."
She ducked out from where he'd been trapping her against the fridge and lifted herself up on the short end of the sturdy kitchen table. Wriggling to the edge of it, she hooked her ankles around the table legs, her dripping pussy now open to his gaze.
He licked his lips, seemingly unconsciously, and walked over, his palms resting on the insides of her thighs, pressing against them as though to make sure she was as open as she could be.
She moaned at the way his fingers brushed against her sensitive skin before traveling down to her pussy, beginning to rub her clit with his ring finger, the tip of his thumb dipping into her entrance repeatedly.
"Do you like that?" he asked, his voice rough and low, as she threw her head back, grinding her pussy into his palm, his other hand flat against the kitchen table as he bent towards her to rest his forehead against hers, speaking against her lips.
"Yes."
"I love how wide you're spread for me, love. Your pussy practically begging to be taken."
She moaned at his words, and he captured her lips while her mouth was still open, timing the thrusts of his tongue in her mouth with the rhythm of him stroking her aching center. Her fingers wound into his hair, and she gasped as he increased his speed before withdrawing, making her whine at the loss of sensation.
He shoved down his boxers, freeing his thick hard cock. He stroked himself a few times before slipping his hands between her ass and the table, cupping it in his hands and pulling her up so that he could position himself at her wet opening, and pushing into her, her skirt riding up high on her thighs.
She moaned loudly, arching herself against him. He fucked her slowly, a stark contrast to their usual couplings, and her fingernails dug into his upper back as she clawed at him.
"Faster," she gasped out.
"No," he mumbled against her shoulder, where he'd been marking her with his lips.
"Why?"
"I want to feel you. To enjoy you."
"Please?"
He chuckled, briefly letting his forehead fall against her neck, still keeping up the rhythm of his hips against hers. "You want me to fuck you harder, my love?"
She shivered slightly at the possessive aspect of his words. His love. The words made her pussy clench around him, and she realized she liked how possessive he was of her.
"Yes."
"How much?"
Her breath came out in short gasps. Did he want her to beg?
"A lot."
"Hmm...Not very specific."
She narrowed her eyes. He wanted her to tell him how much she wanted him? To talk dirty?
She'd give him dirty.
"Do you see how open I am for you? How ready and wanting my pussy is for you?" she panted out. "I want you to take me fast, Klaus. I want your cock to fuck me so hard that I'm sore later. I want my legs to ache from spreading them so far for you."
"Fuck," he muttered, squeezing the flesh of her ass and moving faster, his balls slapping against the sensitive skin between her pussy and ass.
She rocked against him, and she could feel her orgasm building slowly within her, and as it did, her breaths became shorter and shallower. Her skirt was hiked so high up that it didn't cover her at all, and there was something about being fucked with her clothes still on that was incredibly arousing.
She let out a series of breathy moans as he slammed into her with increasing speed.
"You're so beautiful, Sweetheart. I love how desperate you are for my cock. How you moan as you clench around me," he breathed into her ear.
"Klaus…" she gasped out.
She was desperate for him. He was right. Spreading her legs so far for him, grinding against him, begging him felt so filthy and hot and right and she needed him. His cock felt so thick and good, and she was so turned on that she felt like she could sit there for the rest of her life, enjoying the feeling of his cock slamming deep within her.
"You're so tight for me, love. You're perfect." His fingers brushed the backs of her thighs under her skirt and he squeezed her ass. She was close, and as his finger started to circle her other opening, she felt herself nodding, her pussy clenching around him at the thrill and sin of it.
"Yes, do it. Please. I'm so close."
"Naughty girl, aren't you, sweetheart?" he breathed into her ear, and she nodded against his shoulder, rocking against his cock, absently wondering when he'd taken back control, but finding that she didn't care at all. In fact, she wanted it.
He pressed the tip of his finger into her and she came undone, practically screaming as she came around him. He groaned as he sped up his thrusts, panting in her ear.
Her fingernails pressed into his bare shoulders as she came down from her high, and she let her moans fill the air around them as he fucked her to find his own release.
March 12th, 2013
"Is this what you feel like every time they're gone?"
"Yep," Bonnie said shortly, barely looking up from her book.
Caroline had spent the last day fidgeting, pacing, starting movies and then stopping them twenty minutes in to pace some more, not eating, trying to eat, throwing away perfectly good food, and napping.
Stefan and Klaus had been gone for less than two days and she was already at the point where she was annoying everyone around her with her anxiety.
"Bonnie–"
"If you ask me when I think they'll be back again I will smack you over the head with this book so hard that you won't wake up until they're home."
Caroline glowered at her, but Bonnie just turned her book to the next page and kept reading.
"How do you deal with Kol not being here?"
"She becomes depressed and cries all day because she misses me so much," Kol said cheerfully as he walked into the room.
Bonnie threw a grape at him, which he cheerfully caught and popped in his mouth, making his girlfriend roll her eyes. "Actually, I just do what I normally do, but sure, if that's what you want to think."
Kol grinned and sat down next to her. "Speaking of, Darling, We're starting a long-termer this Friday."
Bonnie sighed. "How long-term?"
"Just a few months. We should be back by mid-June at the latest. I'm not sure of the details exactly, but hopefully it'll be long enough that we'll have a decent apartment."
"Have fun with that," Bonnie said disinterestedly, making Kol pout.
"You're not going to miss me?"
Caroline rolled her eyes and took a sip of her sparkling cranberry juice, nearly snorting it out of her nose when Bonnie informed Kol quite calmly that there were definitely parts of him she'd miss, but that she had artificial substitutes at the ready to compensate.
Kol raised an eyebrow and Caroline excused herself, resisting the urge to make vomit faces at her friend.
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"We don't have to do this yet, Elena," Damon said again, already done with the conversation, even though they hadn't even been talking about it for fifteen minutes.
"The sooner we get it out of the way, the better," Elena insisted, settling back against the pillows of their bed. "I like Vladmir."
"Vladmir Petrova? Really?"
Elena shrugged.
"I still don't understand why it has to be Slavic, Elena."
"It doesn't. It's just tradition that it's from the origin of the family, which for the Petrovas is Slavic or Bulgarian."
Damon huffed and peeked over her shoulder at the list of names on her computer screen. "What about Boris?"
Elena made a face.
"Never mind, then," Damon muttered under his breath.
"I'll add Vladmir to the list," Elena said, ignoring the last few seconds of the conversation and scribbling the name down on the notepad.
"Okay. So that's what, five choices now?"
Elena nodded, scanning the list one last time before flipping the page over. "What about for a girl?"
Damon shrugged. "What do you want?"
"I've always liked Nadia."
A/N: Thank you for reading! I know that a few chapters back I said that there would be five chapters to go, and I'm not sure if that's the case anymore, as I need to leave things somewhat open-ended in this (since I'm plotting a fic tentatively called The Path Less Traveled). ;)
As I said earlier, it was a bit concerning to me that there were significantly less reviews for last chapter than the ones before, and that always worries me because I wonder if I did something that people didn't like and no one felt comfortable telling me. This isn't me begging for reviews, because I really do write as much for me and my improvement as a writer as I do for you guys, but I won't get better if you don't give me feedback, even if it's constructive. I know some people flip out when given "negative" feedback, and I'd like to assure you that I don't do that. I need your constructive criticism just as much as I need your positive feedback (if not more!), and I'd really appreciate it if you told me what you thought, even if it's just a sentence. ;)
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