Fine Line

And now, because I've put you all through so much undue trauma: smut! I'm not sure if there's any real plot to this, I'm just trying to make you all love me again. I think there might be a couple double entendres in here, they were not intentional.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" She screamed before falling against his chest sobbing, felt him hesitate for a moment before drawing his arms around her.

Tyler was gone, Jeremy was dead, the cure was lost, and Elena's emotions were shut off. For a moment, it had been so easy to put all the blame for the choices that they had made on him and now, now she just wanted him.

Elena had gone off the deep end, and when Caroline had tried to talk to her, she had brought up Damon again, and all the hurt that that entailed bubbled up in Caroline till she went and confronted Klaus. It was stupid of her honestly, but she was so tired of being the one that felt guilty for every little thing when everyone else did whatever they wanted.

She placed a small kiss on his collarbone, and again his body went rigid before relaxing. "What are you doing Caroline?"

"I just want to feel wanted. I just- I need you Klaus." He groaned, whatever tenuous control he had slipping from the combination of having her in his arms and the pure want that was in her voice. He lowered his head, capturing her lips with his, wanting to go slowly, wanting to savor the feel of her, but her hands were pulling her shirt off and over her head and the sight of her nearly exposed chest made him lose any semblance of control.

What could only be described as an animalistic look entered his eyes when she removed her shirt. He stopped her when she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, but kissed her again when her face fell, thinking he was rejecting her. "Slowly, love. Please."

She nodded at his soft plea, gasping into his mouth when his hands ran down her sides. Slowly he pushed her bra straps down her arms before unclasping the fabric.

He still didn't touch her newly freed breasts though; he was going torturously slow, tracing his fingers over her ribs. Every little touch of his on her skin sent a shot of desire straight through her. Caroline was tired of waiting. "Klaus, I need you inside of me."

His control flew out the window, and the rest of their clothing was flung across the living room, and he lowered her to the sofa. Klaus entered her with one thrust and she gasped in pleasure as her back arched. He pumped into her roughly, and she moaned in pleasure.

This, this wasn't love. Wasn't affection. It was raw and passionate, and there was a feral sense of claiming each other in the act as she brought her hips up to meet his, trying to get closer, closer, it wasn't close enough, would never be close enough, and she would always want this, more, more, it would never be enough.

Caroline was screaming his name in ecstasy as he dragged his hands over her skin, squeezing and caressing, as his mouth found one of her hardened nipples, and she gripped his hair trying to hold him against her forever.

It felt like seconds and hours all at once, and the waves of pleasure were washing over her, the contracting of her walls causing him to fall over the edge moments after her. She shook from the aftershocks, the orgasm the strongest, the best, she had ever experienced in her life.

The glint in his eye told her he wasn't done with her yet, and she shivered in anticipation for what was sure to come.

Sated. The only word that could possibly describe how she felt right now. Her body sore in all the right ways in all the right places, Klaus' hard body under hers as he stroked her hair.

They had made it to the bed, and and this time, this time he told her, he was going to worship her. She was sure every inch of her had been kissed and licked and- with human teeth- bitten by him until finally, finally, he was where she wanted, needed him to be, and he teased her still, kissing the insides of her thighs first, before he ran his tongue over her slit with one languid stroke. He had her orgasming again in minutes.

Three times more through the night; right after that, well not right after, as he made slow, purposeful strokes into her body, and this, this was lovemaking. He woke her after that and had her from behind, and it was erotic and no one had ever... Again he woke her and this time she rode him, and she relished at the feeling of power that came with it before he flipped them over, taking control again.

"Shower, love?" His voice, his voice alone sent shivers down her body now.

"Are you joining me?" Caroline asked, the intent in her voice very clear. Maybe she wasn't as sated as she had thought she was.

"Of course." Klaus purred as he pulled her body up, placing a kiss on her willing, waiting, lips.

Caroline had had good sex before, she would even venture to say that she had had great sex. This, this was better. More. Extraordinary.

Her body longed to connect with his again as they washed each other, kissing under the spray of the water before he lifted her up, positioned himself at her opening, and entered her.

"Yes." She moaned, her head hitting the shower wall as he nipped and sucked along her collarbone. He licked up her neck, stopping under her ear.

"I'm not going to let you go after this Caroline."

She turned her head so that she was looking into his eyes. "I don't want you to." Their lips met as he thrust into her, and she thought that this, what they had, it might just be enough for forever.

A/N: Whew. So next up (because it was requested) back to sadness and angst (with smut).