Words are Weapons 26
Thanks everybody! I think this one is bittersweet and I cried.
Disclaimer: I still don't and will not ever own these characters.
"Please stay with me," she repeated, heart in her throat. "Klaus, I'm leaving tomorrow, but will you make love with me?"
Caroline went around the room and shut off the lights, leaving the shades up, opening the windows. The air conditioner stayed on. The air rushing in was warm. Outside, the sun had just set and there were pinks and purples decorating the city of New Orleans. Horns honked below them and she could hear people laughing down on the street along with some music.
As she moved, he unconsciously moved closer to her, neither used to being so far apart.
"Will you stay?" she asked as she worked.
Klaus nodded and licked his lips as he watched her. Spending one more night with Caroline was better than a million without her. "Make love?" He wasn't exactly sure what that meant. It sounded like something from a romance novel, but he did want her love.
Caroline stopped and smiled at him. "Sex with emotions and feelings, soft and slow. Loving. It's important."
He liked that. He liked that it would be important. "Do you have feelings for me?" he dared to ask, having to know.
Caroline walked so she was right in front of him. "So much that I need to go. Klaus," she said with a deep breath, "I'm not leaving because of you. I'm leaving because of me. Jumping into something new right away, something that would be…" She stopped and started again. "I need to figure things out and that starts with me leaving."
She stepped back and looked down. "You don't need to stay. I'm only making things more difficult for you." She looked up, catching his eye as he watched her so intensely. "I couldn't give you everything even if I wanted to until I have everything myself." She let that sink in. "First it was my humanity and then it was the bracelet making decisions for me. That's over. I get to choose anything and go anywhere. No promises, no commitments other than the ones I'm making to myself." She didn't promise to be back by a certain time. She couldn't. Putting a time limit on it made it seem like something to wait out, not live in the most real sense, even though the thought of not seeing him again terrified her. "I can only give you tonight, Klaus."
"I want to make love," he said so softly that she wanted to cry again. He was so vulnerable with her, accepting the scraps of herself she had to give. He deserved better.
"I'm being selfish, but I'm not sorry," she said and then she stroked along the sides of his face. His eyes warmed at her touch and his hands found her hips. "You're so beautiful, Klaus." She reached up and pulled his face to hers. She was hurting them while he kept trying to put them back together.
Klaus kissed her slowly and deeply. He was a piece of her as she was a piece of him. He wouldn't let her forget this night or him. If anything, he was more resolute than ever. She had to lick her wounds and let the scars heal over before she could return. That was the mantra rebounding inside his head.
Kiss after kiss, heads moved from side to side, never getting close enough. His tongue stroked hers, teasing her with what was to come. His lips were soft, his stubble scratchy, a delicious contrast.
By silent agreement to make love, they were intense, but not hurried, passionate and not crude. This was making love, not merely having sex.
Caroline caught the hands on her hips and brought them around to the lowest button on her corset top. He continued to kiss her, his lips moving to her neck. She melted and moaned like she wanted to every other time he did it. This time she gave herself completely to him, no limits. He sucked and laved her skin. He could feel her pulse under his tongue. He popped the first button on her shirt oh…so…slowly. She groaned.
One by one, his fingers traveled up her torso, undoing the small buttons. Goosebumps followed his fingers as they stroked along her sternum and ended between her breasts. She tugged on his hair when he was done. His long fingers pushed the straps off her shoulders and down her arms as she shivered, letting him go so the material could slide off her arms. Every movement was languorous.
"This is familiar," he said softly when he looked at her, running his fingers along the top of the cups of her bra, her soft flesh so smooth. It was the pink bra she almost left behind at the last apartment. He leaned down and pressed kisses to the tops of her breasts. "I am getting to see you in it." His breath was warm against her skin.
She looked at him through her lashes, hands returning to his curls. His cheekbones were harsh slashes in the shadows. "Do you want to rip it?"
"Not any more," he said, as his fingers traced along the top of the cups over and over. "I like it too much," he said and her eyes fluttered closed. His fingers moved along the bottom of the bra, stroking along the seams of the material and she was ready to rip it off herself, but what he was doing also felt amazing. Featherlight touches caressed her skin.
Each hand moved up to her shoulders, trailed achingly slowly down to her elbows, and moved to circle her back as if to hug her. His mouth moved to the other side of her neck.
"You're really good at this making love stuff, Klaus," she moaned as her head went limp. That wasn't fair. She could feel his smile against her skin. It made her smile and tuck her fingers tighter into his hair, keeping him in place.
Klaus was using everything he knew about Caroline to make it good. Slowly, he flicked the clasp of her bra at the back and her knees wanted to buckle. The loosened material was caught between their bodies. He kissed along her shoulder and back up to her neck.
One of her hands slipped under his shirt at the back, pulling him closer. His skin was warm and smooth as her hand ran from the waist of his jeans upwards. She reluctantly let go of his head and slid both hands under his shirt, pushing the material up. He detached his lips from her neck as she mewled. She whipped the black Henley up and over his head. He took the dangling straps of her bra and took them down her arms. Then he kissed both of her palms.
She stood there boldly. Her humility was gone. It never came back when her humanity returned and she was glad of it.
"Exceptional," he said, admiring her slim waist and full breasts. She was glorious. Her skin was flawless.
She admired his chest that she'd been ogling covertly and not so covertly all week. He was toned and with the necklaces and tattoos, he turned her on. All of him.
They reached for each other, needing skin on skin. Mouths met again and again, deep kisses. Movements were all slow and unhurried. It had been too long. Her hardened nipples rubbed against his chest.
The humid heat of the city warmed the room around them as the air conditioner fought against it.
Klaus led her to the bed behind him, pulling back the comforter and sheets.
Her shoes were off and his were too. She climbed up, settling in the center of the queen sized bed. He climbed up and settled on top of her.
"Klaus," she whispered, welcoming him into her arms, full of emotion.
"I'm here, sweetheart."
His weight comforted her. Her smooth legs slid up and down his denim-covered legs. Then her legs climbed his hips, locking behind his back. They kissed and kissed, sharing their feelings in their touch. What had been an issue, kissing, was as necessary as air.
Caroline twisted until she was on top of him. He was hard under her and she slowly rotated her hips over him. Her hands fell to his chest, her breasts hanging between them. She slid her palms down his rugged chest slowly until they were at his waistband. His harsh breathing matched hers.
She pressed soft kisses down his chest and over his tattoo. One by one. Her fingers stroked along the waist of his jeans and then she slowly flicked open the button as his eyes closed. Her kisses covered every inch of his chest, her hair tickling his skin. His hands returned to her hips, squeezing her tight until she moved too far from him, her knees on the bed as she backed up. With slow tugs of the zipper, she opened his jeans one centimeter at a time, making herself squirm, teasing the taut skin of his stomach with her tongue. His boxer briefs struggled to contain him.
There was no rush and every touch mattered.
Caroline tugged the material of his jeans down and his boxer briefs went along for the ride. He helped her, lifting his hips so she could pull the material off. When he was completely naked and his jeans were tossed off into the dark center of the room, her mouth watered. Her lip was caught between her teeth as she took in Klaus all laid out in front of her when she sat back. She wanted to devour Klaus, her vampire lover, in the dark.
He didn't have modesty either. He was gorgeous. The light coming in through the windows colored him in black and white. His necklace was a dark form in the center of his chest. The ridges of his abs were shadowed. His shaft rose up towards his bellybutton.
"Klaus."
Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to his inner thigh that gave him a jolt. She laid down on top of him, his hands finding her ass. He pulled her until her legs fell on each side of him. The kisses never ended, licking and sucking. He was hard and huge beneath her. She would be one with Klaus and she never wanted anything more, writhing on him, needing him to fill her.
Their movements stayed slow and steady, loving. His hands moved to the back of her thighs and his fingertips slid just under the hem of her shorts. Her hands were on his face and then it was her turn to slide down to his neck. His head moved to the side, giving her room and she licked and sucked Klaus' neck. Klaus never presented his neck to anyone, a vulnerability, except to Caroline. It was his veins she could feel under her tongue, his pulse fast. Sucking hard, she then let go, pressing kisses to his skin and moving to the other side, moving up occasionally to tug at his earlobe with her teeth. He loved that, groaning.
With reluctance, she leaned back and then stood up on the bed between his legs. As he watched with hooded eyes, the world's greatest predator, she undid the button on her shorts and slid them and her panties down her legs, kicking them away until she was naked.
His eyes took in every hair on her head, the subtle curve at her stomach, and her long, long legs. The windows were off to the side, setting one half of her in shadows. He knew there were freckles along the bridge of her nose hidden in the dark. Her nipples would be pale pink. She had a beauty mark near her panty line that intrigued him whenever he saw it, daring him to explore and linger.
"Come here, sweetheart," he said, lifting his arms and she went to him. No barriers.
Klaus turned her so she was under him and settled low on her body, cupping her breasts in his hands and bringing one then another to his mouth. Her legs tangled with his. His tongue curled around her nipple and pulled. Then he moved to the other, back and forth. She felt the pull deep inside. She was wet and ready for him, ready to have him be a part of her.
His fingers found how wet she was, starting to tease, and she tugged on his head until he looked up at her, releasing her nipple with a pop.
"Klaus, I need you inside me now," she said quietly, running her fingers along his jaw. She couldn't take a lot of foreplay, not then. "Please."
He nodded and turned his head to kiss her palm. Sliding up, he took his cock in hand and rubbed it against her, making sure it was wet enough. One of her hands joined him, causing his eyes to flutter, squeezing him, getting ready to receive him. Then her hands gripped his shoulders, lip caught between her teeth. She squeezed her thighs around him to draw him to her, impatient, and it made him smile despite his concentration, his dimples flashing, which made her smile when she saw it.
Leaning down, he kissed her as he smiled and she did the same, running her fingers through his hair and along his shoulders. That's when he pushed inside of her.
They each exhaled in each other's mouths, groaning with relief and bliss. Klaus pushed into her slowly and steadily, short strokes to get acclimated. She kissed him, hands on his face as he perched himself up on his elbows. He filled her and it was too much for a minute until her body naturally, instinctively, and happily responded to receive him.
As her body accepted him and got wetter, he pushed deeper and deeper until he was fully encased in her tight, wet warmth. Slowly in. Slowly out. They made love.
Caroline wrapped Klaus up, arms moving up to circle his neck and her feet crossed behind his pumping hips.
"You feel so good," she cried into his lips and down along his jaw.
"Caroline," he whispered as he kissed her.
They made love as long as they could hold on, neither one wanting to break the moment they may never get back. It both seemed to last forever, yet wouldn't ever be enough. Time drifted as they were one.
In and out. Slow and steady. Important. Loving.
Her body encased his, sending pleasurable sensations through their bodies with every push and pull. It was powerful and memorable.
It eventually became too much. Caroline could feel the tension building up that couldn't be ignored any longer. The tension coiled in her lower belly. Having Klaus in her arms and inside of her, feeling his necklaces trail up and down her chest with every thrust, having his mouth never leave hers, feeling his body work hard to pleasure hers, she knew it wouldn't be long. She could feel her body gear up to explode.
He saw it and he felt it. His hips picked up speed as he pushed into her a little harder, trying to give her that extra little bit. One of his hands reached down to pull her leg higher up his hips as he went deeper. She mewled in response, her stomach contracting. Their lips were never apart as kisses became as vital as blood. She was on the brink and could feel herself teeter. As he was about to reach down and stroke her clit, he hit that perfect spot and she surprised him, breaking into a thousand pieces he was there to catch. "Klaus." The pleasure radiated out through her body, all the tension letting go in one spectacular moment.
Klaus barely held on, wanting to join her in the moment, but resisting. He rolled to his side, briefly disengaging from her swollen tissues. He pulled her onto her side and lifted her top leg over his top leg. Then he pushed back inside of her and her arm came up to hold his head close to hers. She panted into his mouth as she kissed him. She moved her hand to grip his thigh to keep him going as she slowly came down from her high, ready to go back up again.
Loving. Important. Steady and slow. Out and in.
It was never ending. Sweat collected between their bodies, her back glued to his front. His erection filled her smoothy and deeply. The city buzzed around them. His hand cupped her breast, her nipple caught between his knuckles. Every thrust moved her.
He ran one hand up and down her slick torso from neck every so slowly past her breasts, down her smooth stomach, and down to her clit. Her pussy clenched in response. Caroline's hand went back to hold his head closer and closer to hers, needing his kiss as the tension was back. Her climax built in the dark. His fingers circled her swollen clit and it was too much so soon. Her synapses fired and her nerves crackled with the energy of her climax. Just that touch was too much. All of it was too much. Perfect.
She sobbed out her release into his mouth and he couldn't resist, following her, not wanting to be separated from her in that magical moment again. "Caroline." Her name fell from his lips in the shadows as he came. He filled her with his essence and she put him back together. His body was wracked with spasms as he came down from his own high along with her. Perfect.
Klaus gave her one last kiss before he maneuvered her onto her back. He laid his head down on her breasts. Her harsh breath lifted and lowered her chest. She stroked the sweaty hair along his temples. He kissed the breast in front of him and then he slid along her side until he was on the bed. She didn't want to let him go.
"That was making love?" he asked her, stroking her swollen lips. They'd been kissing forever and his stubble chafed her sensitive skin. It was so intimate, his touch, despite what they'd just done.
She nodded and licked her lips which had her licking the tip of his finger. "It was perfect."
He looked down. It was bittersweet, because it was over. "Important."
"We have all night," she said, catching his eye and she slid over to him, getting set up with her leg across his lap and her breasts pressed into his ribcage, her head on his shoulder. She thought of it as her "position" with Klaus. His fingers as usual played along the smooth skin of her thigh. They were sweaty and messy between them, but it was beautiful too. They let the air conditioning try to cool them off.
They didn't sleep or speak for a long time, taking in what happened. She knew what fucking Klaus was like. She did that in the woods with him and it blew her mind, but this was special. This was more than a physical connection, but something deeper, something she hadn't ever experienced before. Klaus didn't know anything like it either. It felt amazing, but the way she clung to him and needed him to hold her and kiss her comforted the man inside who craved affection.
Five minutes turned into ten. Sleep tried to pull at them, but neither would allow it to intrude.
Caroline got an idea and positioned Klaus, who was putty in her hands, to lay flat on the bed on his stomach. Then she sat on his ass and ran her hands along his back. She gave him the back rub he wanted to win the other day.
"Klaus, your back is full of knots," she whispered, surprised as she felt them all along his shoulder blades. She couldn't keep her hands off him.
He groaned and sank into the mattress, one hand reaching her calf behind him and stroking it with one long finger. "I've been under a lot of stress."
She giggled and he smiled at the sound, heart fluttering as always. She worked on the knots, using her elbows to dissipate them until they were all gone and he loved it, moaning and groaning. Her fingers squeezed and rubbed the muscles in his back, his shoulders, and his neck until he melted. Her breasts brushed against him over and over. "Please don't stop," he requested pitifully.
"Flip over," she told him and he complied as she got off the bed for a minute. He was hard. She had been touching him after all and really that was enough. "Scoot down."
He did as she asked, heading towards the foot of the bed, and then she moved the pillows until she was at the head of the bed above him, kneeling. "They do this sometimes during facials," she said, moving her hands under his head, sliding her fingers down to his upper back and on the way back up, she held the base of his skull in her fingers. The release of pressure was amazing. She knew she loved when it happened to her.
His eyes fluttered and he made the same noise he did when he came.
"Right?" she said with a laugh. Then she did it a few more times.
Caroline set his head down and gently twisted it to one side, running her hand from under his ear along to his shoulder and he practically purred. He was cracking her up with how much he was getting out of it. She did it a few more times. Turning his head the other way, she did it to the other side and he moaned again. She moved her fingers to his hair, lightly scratching. He was never more of a wolf then, practically purring again if wolves could purr and loving it, a true hedonist.
Klaus put his arms up, looking back towards her. "Caroline, thank you, I will never forget that, but I really need you here right now."
She grinned and raised an eyebrow at him. "Not to make love?" she asked as she wiggled around to get next to him. His eyes watched the swaying of her breasts and she could see his cock bob in response.
"No, I need to hear you pleading and crying my name in my ear, asking me to go harder and harder as I either suck on your clit or fuck my cock into your tight heat. It will never be enough."
Whoa. She lost her breath and fanned herself. She was already turned on by having her hands all over his body, but that certainly increased the intensity. There was the earthy Klaus from the woods. She loved that he could be both a passionate, sensual lover and a down and dirty guy.
He grinned. "Then we can make love again."
"Ok, that's cool." She shrugged as if it was no big deal and he chuckled as she kissed his smiling mouth and climbed on top of him, sighing as she sank onto his thick cock, more than ready for him.
Klaus did as promised and he and Caroline went back and forth between making love, having sex, and fucking all through the night. It was beautiful. It was dirty. It was intense. It was playful. It was always loving, but it wasn't enough.
Klaus returned the favor and massaged Caroline's back and neck during a break. She loved it too, having his big hands running along every sinew and muscle in her body. The back of her knee was a surprising erogenous zone he honed in on. He learned her body as if it was his own. She melted under the warm hands that rubbed out any sign of tension in her lower back and gave relief to her hands that she didn't know she needed. He teased her that it was from the highlighters she had a death grip on for days.
Neither one slept all night and morning came too soon. Both of their anxiety built as the sun rose outside the windows, lighting the room, until they each came one last time, exhausted, giving everything they had to the other because it was all they could do. They eased onto their backs and stared at the ceiling.
Caroline dared to speak. She could see him getting ready to bare his heart, to see if that would convince her to at least promise a return, but she had to stop him, putting her fingers against his mouth.
"Klaus, please don't say anything that would make me want to stay even more. I don't want to hurt you, but there are so many things I need to take care of. I chased head long after something that wasn't real and ruined a lot of things in the process. I can't let that happen ever again and to be sure, I need to change what I've been doing."
"And you need to do it on your own," he concluded solemnly.
"Yes." She sighed, fingers catching in his necklace as she rolled to face him, memorizing his profile. "I'm sorry, so sorry, Klaus. I know you want to help me. Do you understand?"
He was sick of understanding why she was leaving him even though he did get it. "I suppose." He looked down at her fingers on him. "I won't put my life on hold when you go." He left once before and they both survived. They would have to do it again. There couldn't be one person in a relationship. That's what her experiences taught him.
"Good. Klaus, I don't want you to. You've got a family that needs you. Live," she said, trying not to tear up when she looked in his eyes.
Klaus had plenty of things to deal with other than his romantic woes. Hope needed more stability in her life. He had to come up with an arrangement with Hayley on which days he would get her. Freya and Elijah remained thorns in his sides. Not to mention his house was covered in piles of dirt. Caroline didn't want him to put his life on hold for her and she would see, he vowed, that the changes he was making for Hope were extending to others. He wasn't giving up on Caroline. He never would, but he had to keep going.
"Do you hate it?"
"Yes."
"Me too," she said miserably, getting up and slipping his shirt over her head since she could reach it. According to her phone she had a half hour before her ride would be there. Klaus offered to drive, but it would be too hard. It was best to rip the Bandaid off there.
Slipping into the shower, hating to wash the smell of him off her, she got ready for her trip, leaving Klaus in bed.
Klaus used the bathroom while she made them breakfast, using almost everything left in the fridge. She pulled everything else out and left it on the table, hoping Klaus would take it.
They were quiet as they ate, but they sat close together. They stripped the bed and she packed the sheets and blankets to wash when she was home. Her eyes scanned their little nest, taking all signs of her presence with her. "I'm going to miss this place."
He was going to miss it too.
Bonnie and Rebekah knocked. "Good morning. Ready?"
Neither woman was surprised to see Klaus there.
"Yes," Caroline said with a forced smile, shoving bags into their arms to carry. The four of them toted all the bags she'd accumulated in the past month to Klaus' SUV, pulling out the baby seat. He was loaning it to Rebekah for the trip. It was bigger than her sedan. Rebekah and Bonnie stowed the bags as Klaus went back upstairs.
"Give me a minute," Caroline said to the girls, preparing to break her own heart. She had to say goodbye. It already hurt.
Klaus was standing there with his hands behind his back, looking at what was left, facing away from her.
Caroline was already crying. He turned and tugged her into his arms where she fit perfectly. "Shhh. It will be ok." He tried to mean it. His hands smoothed up and down her back.
Telling him she was leaving was one thing, but actually doing it was a thousand times worse. She sobbed into his shirt. Letting go of Klaus was so, so hard. He'd become a part of her, the part that encouraged her when her own inner voice was quiet and beaten down. She was going to take his words with her and keep using them to rebuild the voice inside that used to tell her the same thing, that she could do anything, as she'd started. What a gift he gave her.
Caroline tried to talk. "I…paid…for…a month." She took a breath and backed up to put her key on the table. "If I forget anything…"
"I'll get it to you. You have your mom's letter?"
She sniffed and nodded.
"I'll be in Mystic Falls for your concert," he reminded her gently, torn up inside that she was leaving again, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb.
She nodded. That was good. "Klaus, I…" She started over. "It's because you're so important to me that I have to let you go," she said again. Her smile was so sad and her eyes were shining with tears.
"Not forever," he vowed and then he kissed her. His hands were on her face and her hands were on his wrists. He could taste her tears. In his kiss she felt the love, passion, faith, and trust he was giving her. She wasn't ready to accept it all and when she did, she wanted to be able to return it.
With unsteady breath, she turned to leave him behind. "Goodbye, Klaus."
"Goodbye, sweetheart."
Caroline could barely see as she made her way down the five flights of stairs, her vision blurry.
She cried harder and harder with each step she took away from him.
Outside it wasn't Bonnie, but Rebekah who came around and hugged her first.
It was about time Caroline loved her brother as much as he loved her, Rebekah thought, and no one would look that devastated if it wasn't love.
Bonnie came over and hugged her too, admitting and accepting that Caroline's feelings for Klaus wouldn't disappear due to geography or her humanity. When he was hurt, they all saw her reaction, but Caroline was letting him go for herself, Bonnie saw, and she was proud. Caroline could have taken the easy road and just stayed, but that wouldn't be the way to face what happened and learn from it.
"That's a very ugly cry," Rebekah said after a minute, breaking up the moment.
Caroline laughed. "Thanks, Bex." She stepped back and wiped under her eyes. "Let's go home."