Pairing: Klaus and Caroline.
Summary: She dreams of him.
Rating: M.
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She felt it as soon as she closed her eyes, the dream-like state. She was slowly fading away into unconsciousness and the sweet darkness, captivating her into it's own magical land.
She found herself looking at her through a mirror, a room full of mirrors that captured her beauty from every angle. It was fascinating and yet a little creepy, watching herself watching herself and so on.
She caught movement from the corner of her eyes, where a tall, proud figure was standing, tilting it's head from side to side. She became aware of her dress state - only wearing a dark blue see-through dress that left all of her private parts in full display. She turned around, staring at the man that she knew oh so well.
He was wearing that stupid smirk on his face, but she saw nothing humorous or lovingly in his beautiful blue eyes, only a shadow of wickedness and dark, primal lust.
It was scary, yet alluring.
She found herself walking towards him, while tugging on her good for nothing dress.
"I've been waiting for you." he announced her and his raspy voice echoed through the mirrors, punching her right on her belly were the preassure was buliding higher and higher.
"I'm here now." she replied, doing nothing to cover-up her shame.
"You're very beautiful like this."
"So are you."
Her half-compliment ripped a dry laugh from him.
"Do you like the place that I have chosen for you?"
"To be honest, I don't know why you chose it."
Why?
"Why?" he murmured her unspoken question, a smirk forming on his plump lips. "So you can see yourself, of course. Look around. It's full of you."
He stared at the floor and she followed his look. It pointed exactly at her core. Pink, and glistening with arousal. She rubbed her thigh together. She followed his eyes again, this time staring at the ceiling, the roundness of her breasts and the pink hard buds evident even with that excuse of a dress.
"You're beautiful, it doesn't matter where I look." he said caressing the side of her neck, pulling her closer until her breasts were flat agains his chest and swollen on the sides. "The smell of your arousal is intoxicating."
"Is it?" she whispered, their lips at a kiss away from each other.
"I am going to taste you now, Caroline."
"Where?"
"Where you need me the most, Caroline."
He got down on his knees, chuckling lightly.
"The only person that I'd get on my knees for is you, my sweet, sweet Caroline."
He pushed the dress up on her hips, the smell of her arousal making him growl like a beast. He spread her legs a little, and touched her right there, with his long talented fingers. He stroked the flesh mesmerized by how easily he had her whimpering for him, and then, his lips closed around the bundle of nerves and she lost it.
He loved her with his mouth and fingers untill she became a mass of vibrating flesh in his arms, on the floor. It was intense and the best she ever had by now. His fingers were sticky and warm, glistening with her arousal and he brought his fingers to her mouth, forcing her to close her lips around them.
"Taste yourself. Feel yourself." he whispered kissing and sucking on her neck.
It tasted like sin, but it was the sweetest thing.
"You like us here, don't you? You like me invading your dreams and taking control." he acknowledged.
"Yes." she whispered breathless when she felt his hands stroking her again through the dress. The roughness of the material was too much and within minutes she was crying out in pure extasy again.
He then got up, leaving her whimpering on the floor, he fixed his clothes and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Until next time, sweetheart."
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Her eyes shot open and breathless Caroline stood up on the bed of the hotel. A hand on her chest and her heart pounding like a crazy animal. The feeling of emptiness punched her in the gut, and her eyes half-closed, letting out a frustrated sigh.
No... not frustrated. Feeling frustrated meant that she actually felt something.
She let out an empty sigh. Those dreams were becoming annoying, but she enjoyed every single one of them. It always started with a dream location and her half-naked, and Klaus.
Because the man who was fucking her in her dreams was actually Klaus. The dreams started about a month after she turned off her humanity, and she was kind of impressed with the fact that he held so much power to enter her dreams while being so far away.
Was he showing her how it could be if she would fuck him and not Stefan?
Looking on her bed, she saw Stefan fast asleep making her realise that every dream ended up with her fucking Stefan to ease the sexual tension.
And every time she remained unsatisfied.
"Wake up!" she ordered poking Stefan with her leg. "Wake up, Salvatore."
He opened one eye and groaned, turning on his back and making her land on his lap."
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Fuck me."
"Gladly."
And after everything was over she seriously considered on going to New Orleans and force Klaus to fuck her and claim her.
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Smooth, eh? Tell me what you think. Someone suggested that I should make a part two to the last chapter, and I will. :)
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