A/N: Inspired by Taylor Swift's 1989 Styler.
I should just tell you to leave 'cause I
Know exactly where it leads but I
Watch us go 'round and 'round each time
It's the thrumming of heart beats mixed with the music that Caroline loved the most about the club scene. Hundreds of people thrown together in a dark room, bodies practically humming with the bass of whichever song was currently playing. The anonymity of it, the freedom to let go and just dance was something she didn't think she would ever get enough of. Every city that she had been to in the last ten years she had found a place she could get lost in, a place to simply move to the music and enjoy the electricity that seemed to run through the crowd.
There was an undercurrent of danger as well. Not so much for her but she could sense it with the other women who were there. Anyone who got too handsy with her or tried something she wasn't in the mood for was swiftly dealt with-either through compulsion which she'd perfected as she'd moved along or a broken wrist. Sometimes it went a little further than that when she saw the predators on the move, ready to take what wasn't theirs.
Women needed to stick together and, really, it was the men's fault for thinking that slipping something into someone else's drink wouldn't go unnoticed forever or that it was A-OK to try and grope someone without their permission because of the crowded space.
But there wasn't worrying about any of that tonight. Not with the music that the DJ was fanning out into the crowd, not with how the blood pumping through various veins was causing her to move. She drifted from stranger to stranger, welcoming the rush of hands, the pressing of bodies as they moved to the music. She always moved on whenever they wanted to speak, when they asked if she wanted a drink, or her name, or a million other little things.
It wasn't anything like the polished dances that she'd learned for her stint as Miss Mystic Falls and while she adored the intricacies of those kind, the control one needed to work with a partner to successfully balance one another during them, she had come to need the freedom of simply moving however her body wanted to the music.
Definitely didn't hurt that the club scene also made it easier to get a bite here and there. It was something she had told herself she would never do back in those early days, back when she had held so rigidly to morals that didn't quite work for a vampire. Blood bags were well and good when they were available but once out of the confines of her tiny town Caroline had quickly learned that they weren't always the easiest thing to get. Compelling and feeding was far easier and it wasn't like she'd turn into Stefan or Damon by doing so.
That had been a hard lesson to learn, one she hadn't even wanted to tempt herself with, but going without blood would only end in disaster. She'd let herself go that far once, convinced she could hold out, that she would pick up blood bags at the next town and some poor man had paid the price of her hunger.
But those were thoughts for another night and she'd forgiven herself long ago for that mistake and had planned out how to make sure it never happened again. It'd been nine years and she hadn't killed while feeding again so she figured her plan was working.
Hands settled on her hips, pulling her back toward a hard body and Caroline grinned, arms already in the air as she moved to the beat, ready to turn around and take this one for her meal. But she caught a scent in the air, one that she would never be able to scrub clean from her body-not that she even wanted to-one that she knew like the back of her hands but she won't let that falter her movements.
She didn't know exactly where he was yet, somewhere in the room, no doubt watching her as she moved. He was always watching her when he was near, even when she thought his attention was focused on important matters, his eyes would be drawn to her.
One year since she last saw him.
One year since she left that last hotel room before dawn, annoying him to no end.
She won't look around for him. There's no point in doing so. He'll show up at her side as soon as he's ready and they'll continue on their own little dance that she's not quite ready to put to bed yet.
Caroline turned around to look at the boy who's hands on her hips. He's older than her foreverseventeen years but woefully behind her in actual years being around the planet. She would have fallen all over him at one point. He's got that bad boy glint to him, that smirk that pales in comparison to the one she knew would be directed her way in a few minutes. But this one is pretty enough and he'll do for her purposes.
"Don't talk," she compelled, simple and easy as he opened his mouth to no doubt compliment her dancing or looks. "Just dance and do what I say."
Her arms looped around his shoulders, fingers brushing through brown hair as her chest pressed up against the boy's. It's easy enough to pick up the hooting of his friend's to the right of them as she murmured into the boy's ear. "Don't scream. You're perfectly fine."
And then her fangs are out and scraping along the boy's throat before she finally sunk them into his skin. To anyone else it looked like she was kissing his neck, getting lost in the mood the atmosphere helped to foster. She drank her fill, knowing she'll need the added energy that fresh blood provided her for what will be happening next. It's not enough to harm him, only make him a little woozy as she pulled back, licking her lips clean before locking her gaze with his again.
"Forget what just happened and head on over to your friends now."
She pushed away from him but kept her body moving to the beat. Hips swaying as her arms move over her head again with careless abandon. A sense of danger seemed to curl around all those closest to her, filling the limited space and if their flight or fight response wasn't severely impaired by the amount of drinks in them they would have fled the scene already. But it only added to the sense of careless abandonment that was flowing through the room.
The next hand that settled on her hips was all too familiar. She's certain that it's actually branded beneath her skin, unseen by anyone's eyes but its the only explanation she had for how perfectly the two of them settle against one another.
His other hand pressed against her stomach, enjoying the span of skin between her rising shirt and the jeans that settled low on her hips. "Hello, Caroline." It's unfair how much that damn accent can have her insides quivering with need.
She's missed it. She's missed him but that's something he can't know. Then he'll get her to stay and she's not ready for that yet. "Klaus." His hands tighten against her body at the desire she was able to put into one tiny little word.
She could let him take her from the club now, let him lead her off the dance floor and back to the hotel room that she was staying at for the night, but she came to dance and like hell is she leaving before closing time.
He's already hard against her bottom and she couldn't help but tempt fate as she slid against him, letting her body continue to move to the music. One hand settled over the one he has on her stomach, threading their fingers together as he finally moved to the music with her. She knew this isn't his favorite form of dance, that he found the whole ordeal to be undignified and not at all a form of art, but that hardly ever mattered when she was practically molding her body to his.
His lips on her neck is something she can't allow. It's too much and it'll break her resolve, something he damn well knew. So she twisted around so that she was facing him, rolling her eyes at his smirk. It doesn't last long as her arms settled around his neck, body pressing against his as she continued to sway and shift to the music.
She forgot about his eyes though. How those damn things focused on her face could render her useless. His smirks never do much for her but the way he looked at her, regarded her like she hung the moon and stars, would always be her undoing. She won't let it this time though. She refused.
But then his hands moved around to cup her ass and his mouth pressed against hers, tongue delving inside. It gave her no time to adjust to the feel of him again and had her reassessing the need for staying in the club. She would much rather move onto the next bit that didn't require any clothing between them.
Thank god for hybrid speed.
The club is a distant memory when she slammed him against the hallway wall, ignoring the cracks that come with the impact. They keycard distracted the two of them for a moment, the damn thing needing to be slid through a certain way for the door to actually open. There was always tearing the door open but that would bring unwanted attention and delay the gratification they were both desperately seeking.
Their shirts are removed before the door has even fully shut behind them and she's pleased she removed her own this time. He'd ruined the last one she had been wearing and she wasn't losing this one as well.
She attacked, mouth pressing against his neck, teeth coming out to scrape against his skin because Caroline knew that once he got her on that bed, that he would be entirely too focused on her pleasure to allow her to work at his own. His necklaces brushed against her skin and she released one hand from the grip she had on his shoulders to delve between the two of them and wrap her hands around the chains. His hands are on her jeans, tearing at the button and practically ripping the fabric off her body, causing her to shiver.
She didn't even realize he had been walking her backwards toward the bed until the back of knees hit the mattress and she tumbled backward, pulling him down with her. Her fangs sunk into his neck, refusing to give up control yet. His hiss is music to her ears and she closed her eyes, letting her other senses take over, needing to immortalize the scent of him, the taste of him all over again.
Her bra is rendered useless by the flick of his finger, the fabric discarded before his hands moved to palm them, brushing over her already hardening nipples. She knew he wanted them in his mouth, but she kept her teeth embedded in his skin, even as she's stopped drinking. He nipped her neck and she finally released him, letting her tongue lick over the already healing wound before she was pressed back against the bed.
He doesn't go immediately for her breasts like she's used to and Caroline propped herself up on her elbows, watching as Klaus slid down the length of her body, frowning at how dressed her still is. It doesn't last for long though as his mouth presses against her thigh and she lets them drift apart, her thong easily disposed of. There's no way to keep looking down at him when he moved in between her thighs, hands pressing against them to keep her still.
Knowing what is coming next never quite lessened the intensity of his tongue running along her slit. She was already entirely too wet for him and she knew he would be smug about that later, use that fact to try and lessen the amount of time between now and their next meeting, but none of that knowledge quite helped her stifle her moan as his tongue dipped inside of her.
The bedspread tore beneath her fingers as she clawed at it, trying to maintain some control as his fingers found and pressed against her clit. His mouth moved down, pressing kisses along her thighs but Caroline knew better than to think of this as a short reprieve. His fingers took the place of his mouth, one plunging into her before being joined by another and then one more. His thumb moved to rub her clit every so often, drawing out long breaths of his name as he kept up his movements. She was practically riding his hand when she felt his teeth scraping against her thigh, stealing her for what would come next.
There was no holding back once he bit her; the combination of him feeding her and fucking her with his fingers pushing her over that delicious edge that she happily fell off of. She meant to cry out his name but its mostly an incoherent mess of sounds as she collapses against the bed, knowing the night is far from over.
Tasting the mixture of her blood and juices when he kissed her was always an odd sensation, but she barely had time to think about it as he adjusted their bodies and pressed inside of her. Last time she didn't wait for morning to leave, hadn't allowed for anything more after their first round, knowing she would be too tempted to stay. Which is why he was barely letting her come up for air as he pounded into her, hooking her legs around his waist for a better angle.
If this is all he'll get for another year then Caroline knew he would want to make sure to leave a lasting impression. His hands grabbed her wrists and pull her arms up over her head, locking them there as he continued to move. The pace is fast, faster than ever before but its the way he stares down at her, like he's memorizing her features all over again that has her struggling against his hold.
He relinquished one wrist but that was all she needed in order to cup his cheek, her gaze gentle as he slowed the pace. She still wasn't ready for commitment yet. Caroline wasn't stupid, there would be no walking away once she did that with him, and while she'd seen and learned a lot in the years since leaving Mystic Falls, she wasn't ready to be bound to Klaus forever. She wasn't ready to have him bound to her as well.
Her fingers left his face, moving to tangle in his necklaces again and she tugged on them, pulling him down to her even as they continued to move together. She kissed him, slowly but with every intention of showing him how much she did care, how much she needed this and him, but she could sense it from the way he kissed her back that he knew she would be leaving once they were done.
Klaus pressed his forehead to hers as he dipped one finger between the two of them, seeking out the bundle of nerves between her thighs that would plummet her over the edge again. "Drink," he told her as she gasped, eyes sliding shut as he rubbed her clit all the while continuing to thrust into her.
Caroline didn't need to be told twice, her fangs coming out again and plunging into his neck as his own scraped against hers. Her eyes shut as she took him in, breaking all over again and feeling him release inside of her. They stayed locked together for a long moment, feeding from one another as their bodies settled down.
"Stay," Klaus murmured against her shoulder after pressing a kiss to it.
She didn't answer him, sighing as he rolled off of her, the mood in the room darkening considerably. She looked over at him as he sat up, shoulders tense as he gazed at their clothes strewn over the floor.
Caroline moved to sit behind him and pressed her lips to his shoulder, noting that he didn't seem to relax at the gesture. "Klaus," she started but he shook his head, moving away to retrieve his pants.
She didn't know what to say, didn't quite know how to respond and so she looked away, pulling the ripped bedspread up to cover her some. "I won't let it be a year that goes by this time, Caroline," he told her as he snapped the button of his jeans back into place.
She didn't think she could handle it being a year before seeing him again either. "I'm heading to Sweden in a month," she finally said and looked up at him, watching him pause as he went to grab his shirt from the floor as well. The tension he'd been holding seemed to dissipate a little. "Maybe I'll see you there?"
It wasn't quite what he wanted to hear, she knew that, but it was what she could give then, and considering he was smiling at her as he stepped forward, Caroline figured it was enough for now. "I'll see you soon then, sweetheart."
He kissed her, long and hard, making sure the taste and feel of him lingered against her lips, before flashing out of the room and away from her. Caroline pressed a hand to her lips as the door shut behind him before falling back onto the bed, knowing there would be no walking away for either of them once they met again next month.