Pulling You Closer

Before I start, I was working on your requests and my computer crashed. I didn't save any of them, because I do stupid things, and I really have no motivation to rewrite what I had already done. Hit up my ask her or on tumblr if it was something that you really wanted to see, I'm just too angry at everything to try to write them again right now.

Sort of smut (sorry, I know I asked for smut, but this is where my mind went) and based on personal headcanons for future Klaroline. Takes place in the same sort of universe as Of Birds and Triangles.

Caroline had a new obsession. It had started innocently enough; Klaus had been about to walk away from her, from them, and she wasn't sure if it would be for good or not. So she acted on instinct. She grabbed his necklaces, pulling his lips down to hers. And then she was fixed.

She could often be found with a necklace or two of his wrapped around her slim wrist or around her neck when she was not with him, in addition to shirts that obviously belonged to the hybrid and not Caroline, and she toyed with them endlessly.

When she kissed him, her hand tugged gently on the strands of beads always to be found on him. When they slept, her head against his chest, her hand would play with the strands unknowingly, a constant reminder that he was there, that he was hers. When he returned from a long trip, after running into his arms she would grab hold of them, pulling him down to her.

But her favorite use of his necklaces was to pull him to her when his body moved over hers. He liked to hover over her, and she never knew if it was because he was afraid of hurting her or if he just liked to look at her body, her face twisted in pleasure. But she liked him close to her, their chests touching, their mouths moving in sync, and so she would tug on the loops that hung around his neck, pulling him down to her, placing searing kisses on him as he continued to pound into her.

She liked to bring his head down to hers with the beads when they were in the shower together and he teased her mercilessly, brushing against her naked body, making her senses tingle. He knew when she did that that she had had enough with his teasing, and he would lift her up by her ass, pushing her against the shower wall, and have his way with her, all while she kept a close hold on the necklaces. When she rode him, she would pull him up by the necklaces, so that they could move together, kissing, touching the whole time.

Caroline supposed that it gave her a sense of power. All she had to do was grab hold of the beads and he would comply with whatever she wanted, a kiss, an apology, mind blowing sex. But it was more than that. They were him. She associated the necklaces with him, with the events that had managed to finally bring them together.

Then she added to it, buying him some more; staking her claim on him. Oh, she loved to pull those especially tight between her hands when he thrust into her, her knuckles turning white. She clenched them tighter when he brought her to her inevitable bliss.

She loved the way his necklaces looked against his bare chest as he slept. They had become their thing as much as champagne and tattoos. And she laughed one day when he took a necklace off of his neck, only to place it around hers saying something about "wanting to understand what the appeal was."

Klaus was gentle with her, wasn't he always?, and she wondered if she had been too rough with him, but he didn't seem to mind, as he pulled her close to him by the necklace around her neck, placing small kisses across her cheeks, stopping at the corner of her mouth. "Quite effective."

"Mmmmmmm…." She murmured her assent as his one of his hands moved to fondle one of her breasts, the other firmly holding onto his necklace around her throat, and his lips finally making contact with hers. Caroline tugged on the other necklace he had on in retaliation, bringing him closer still to her, and she didn't think there was an early way for them to get any closer as he thrust into her body suddenly, moving in and out of her, and the both tugged and pulled at the jewelry on their lover's neck. Trying to get closer, even if they couldn't. Logical thought had fled them, lost in their passion, lost in each other as they were.