Summary: Supervillain/Mafia AU. Originally for Fusion day of Klaroline AU Week. Posted early because drabble drought.
Contains: Shower sex, a blowjob, possessive!Klaus, murder, general mayhem, and jailbreaks.
Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door
~ "From Eden" by Hozier
"Caroline..."
"I'm here in an official capacity. Elijah had a conflict of interest, obviously," she said evenly, her voice icy, and his hands wrapped around the bars of his cell as he met her eyes with an amount of hate that made her heart clench. She swallowed, fighting down her tears as she looked at the prison that held him.
His cell was in the very back of the prison, protected by a door that could only be opened by fingerprint leading to a room separated from Klaus's cell by reinforced metal bars.
Caroline was required to have two fully armed guards accompany her to visit him, officially as his lawyer, though she'd never done a case for him and didn't intend to start.
That would mean he actually went to trial.
She'd met Klaus when she was in law school. She'd been interning for Elijah Mikaelson, the best criminal defense lawyer in the city. He took on high-profile cases like the Petrova triplets and Aurora DeMartel, generally getting them off with a clean record despite their clear guilt. Though she knew that her mother disagreed with her, Caroline's perspective on it was that he was just doing his job. Everyone deserved a fair trial, no matter how terrible they were, and the fact that Elijah managed to get them off meant that he knew what he was doing. She wanted to learn from the best, and knew that his tricks would help her defend innocent people who were at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Then she met his brother.
There had been something off about Klaus from the very beginning, something dangerous, and though he took an interest in her almost immediately, she'd tried to reject his advances, telling herself nothing good could come of it.
She'd been right, of course, but that didn't make her eventual surrender any less sweet.
Elijah had initially told Caroline that Klaus barely came around, usually only for legal advice, and assigned her research on some of the cases he was working on so that he could take a break to help his brother. However, Klaus had ended up staying even after whatever he wanted had been sorted out, hanging around for the rest of her internship seemingly for fun and refusing to stay out of her hair.
Eventually she'd connected the dots, had been annoyed with herself that she hadn't before. Klaus ran a massive crime ring, one of the largest in the world, that dealt with everything from illegal weapons to drugs to hitmen. He was incredibly dangerous, and he'd somehow developed a soft spot for her.
After she'd graduated, Elijah had offered her a job at his firm, saying he'd been impressed with her work ethic and intelligence, and offered her almost twice more than any other offer she'd gotten. It would have been stupid not to take it, and so she did.
Within a week, she'd found herself bent over her desk with her thong stretched between her knees, pencil skirt bunched around her waist, as she moaned Klaus's name.
She didn't regret it one bit.
Now well-known in the seedy underground as Klaus's right hand, his most treasured confidant, she helped him run his 'business' without worry of being caught, no one stupid enough to report her to the authorities.
Not if they wanted to keep breathing.
However, her mother being the sheriff meant that there was an admittedly healthy amount of wariness that rattled through the community, and when Klaus was captured, someone had managed to 'leak' false documents that claimed her as the informant.
She wasn't.
She looked at his face through the bars of the cell, she saw genuine betrayal, a heartbreaking amount of hurt present on his face.
There were at least five security cameras in the room, covering all angles, and there was no way that she'd be able to tell him the truth without being connected to him. For now she'd have to act like someone who was disgusted by what he'd done, and it made her stomach heave that she had to make it believable, even to him.
"It said you killed twenty-four people."
"Twenty-three. One had an allergic reaction to the peanut brittle on board. Couldn't be helped," he said, his face blanking, his voice flat and bored.
"Carrying concealed?"
"Obviously."
"Stole a vehicle?"
"Two," he said, flashing his teeth in a way that would have scared her if she hadn't known that despite his anger, he'd never hurt her. "A boat counts, does it not?"
"This is going to be a nightmare," she muttered.
"Aren't you supposed to be helping me get off rather than asking me to confess my guilt in front of two people?" he asked spitefully, the emphasis on 'get off' making her inwardly snort as she forced her lip to curl in disgust.
"I'll see what I can do," she said dryly, and his knuckles turned white and he gripped the bars, his shoulders tense, his eyes dark as he caught her gaze, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest.
"Best get out and get to work then. That is, if you're actually going to try at all," he ground out, walking to the cot in the corner and sitting on it, pointedly ignoring her.
"It's my job to do my best to get you the best plea deal I can, if not to prove your innocence completely, and I take that seriously," she said quietly, and he didn't respond.
His silence was a knife twisted in her back.
She took a deep breath and turned to the guard, gesturing for him to lead her out.
She resisted one last look over her shoulder, despite feeling his eyes burning into her.
Klaus was a bad person, and he did terrible things. Objectively, he deserved to go to prison for life. He'd ruined countless lives, directly or indirectly, but somehow he'd managed to inch his way into her heart, and she just couldn't shake him. No matter how much her conscience screamed for her to let him go, she just couldn't.
She took a shaky breath as she left the room, and the guard pressed his thumb to the reader to relock the door before he turned to her. "You all right, Miss Forbes?"
"Yeah. You know, just...he's scary," she said quietly, and the guard turned to her, sympathy in his eyes.
"Well, that's why we're here. To protect you."
She nodded with a small smile, thanking him quietly before she left, her briefcase held tightly in her white-knuckled hand as she took a few deep breaths.
He seemed nice. She hoped he wouldn't be one of her victims tonight.
XXX
Caroline pulled on her boots and tied her hair up before grabbing a soft sweater and pulling it over her head, the necklace Klaus had given her for their two-year anniversary poking out from underneath the collar, the gun for their one-year tucked into the waistband of her jeans.
She bit her lip before grabbing Klaus's as well, knowing that he should be armed when they broke him out.
After they'd gotten together, she'd started working with one of Klaus's acquaintances on how to fight, not using a certain technique so much as staying alive.
Katerina Petrova seemed to be a master of that particular talent.
Breaking him out was a team effort. Rebekah was going to disable the security cameras and alarms, and she and Enzo were going to clear the place and get him out.
She took a final glance in the mirror before walking out of the room she'd shared with Klaus and down the stairs to the living room. Elijah and Enzo were waiting by the door. Elijah's suit was perfectly pressed, hands clasped behind his back, and Enzo was shifting from foot to foot, clearly ready to go.
"Are you ready, gorgeous?"
"Yep," she said, trying to conceal the nervousness in her voice, though she didn't really have any reason to be, and Elijah nodded once.
"Niklaus will never forgive me if I let you get hurt."
"I'll be careful."
"I'll text you when the security cameras are disabled," Elijah said grudgingly, and she gave him a bright smile, hugging him tightly. He cleared his throat and patted her back awkwardly.
"Thank you."
The drive to the prison was short. She and Enzo parked their motorcycles out of sight by the side door. She waited until Elijah texted her before she motioned for them to go, and they slipped by the fence silently. She headed to the solitary cells, nodding for Enzo to check the hallways. He walked off in the opposite direction as her, the knife ready in his hand, and she heard a yell before the thump of bodies hitting the floor. She managed to get most of the way to the solitary cells before she heard someone shout that there had been a breach. She sprinted towards the end of the hallway, looking over her shoulder, and winced when a guard rounded the corner, gun at the ready. He shot twice, but she threw herself out of the way, shooting back and managing to hit him in the stomach.
She walked over to him, shooting him twice more just to make sure he was dead, before grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him to the cell door, pressing his finger to the reader.
Thankfully he had access, and the door clicked open. She could still hear the yelling and pounding footsteps, and she saw Klaus sitting in his cot calmly, his legs stretched out in front of him.
"Caroline," he said softly, his voice tinged with anger, and she huffed, continuing to drag the dead guard behind her so that she could unlock the cell. "What are you doing here?"
She didn't answer, pressing the dead guard's hand to the reader to open the door with a click, and Klaus got up, walking to lean against the doorway to the cell as it slid open.
"What are you doing?" he asked again, his voice sharp.
"Rescuing you, obviously," she said, taking his gun out of her waistband and offering it to him.
"I can see that," he said, taking it from her and pulling the safety off. "Why?"
"Because I care about you," she said irritably, walking towards the door, and he grabbed her wrist. "Come on. We have to go. We can talk about this later."
"No, I meant who let you come?" he growled. "This is dangerous. You should be at home."
"I wanted to, so I did. Let's go. We can argue about this later."
"What of the people who planted the false documents?"
"I...took care of them," she said uncomfortably, and Klaus smirked, grabbing her hand, his fingers curled around hers.
"Ready to go, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," she said softly. "Let's go."
XXX
Rebekah had managed to clear the records of his arrest and the allegations and proof attached to it from the system without too much trouble, and because of the lack of proof, the police couldn't pin anything on him.
It was a good feeling.
He watched Caroline as she slept beside him. She was face down, her cheek pressed to the pillow, the sheets and blankets kicked down around her ankles. There was a small strip of skin peeking out from between the henley she stole from him to sleep in, which was bunched around her torso, the lace of her boyshorts framing her tight arse. He grabbed his sketchbook from the side table, flipping to a clean page and began to outline her body, the curves and shadows, the birthmark on her shoulderblade.
She had a small smile on her face, and she stirred, shifting closer to him and snuggling into his side.
"I was sketching you," he said, trying (and failing) to keep the petulance from bleeding into his voice.
"But I'm cold, and you're warm," she mumbled.
"Perhaps if you hadn't kicked the blankets off you wouldn't be in this situation."
"Hmmm, someone's grumpy," she said, her eyes opening slowly before she yawned, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. He couldn't help but smile at her mussed hair and rumpled clothes, and she gave him a small smile back, pulling herself up and resting her cheek against his shoulder as she peeked at the half-done sketch.
He let her take it to trace her fingertips over the curve of her lips he'd drawn on the page. "I could never be grumpy waking up next to you, sweetheart."
Caroline was clearly not tired enough to resist a good eyeroll. "Did you even sleep?" she asked, closing the sketchbook and reaching over him to set it on the side table.
"No," he admitted quietly, sliding his arm around her to pull her closer, unable to get enough of her skin under his fingers.
He'd known that there was a plan being developed to break him out as soon as the handcuffs were wrapped around his wrists, but he hadn't thought that Elijah would be stupid enough to let her participate.
He'd known when she walked in with her briefcase that she was there to check the layout of the prison under the guise of being his counsel. In his opinion, even doing that unassuming task had already been more than too dangerous for her.
It only got worse when she came for the actual jailbreak. He could still almost feel the acute stab of terror that had hit his heart when he saw her face. It was reckless, dangerous, and she shouldn't have risked it.
Every time he'd touched her since then had brought with it an overwhelming feeling of relief that she was still present, that she was alive.
"Thinking about something?"
"What you did was reckless," he said, bracing himself for another round of the same conversation they'd been having constantly since they'd arrived home.
She rolled her eyes. "Really? Again? It's been three days, Klaus. It went fine."
"It doesn't change the fact that it could have gone wrong."
She groaned, snuggling into him, and he heard her mutter something about him being an overprotective ass. He chose to ignore her grumbling in favor of pitching an idea that had been rolling around in his mind for a few days.
No matter how pristine Caroline's record was, he was hesitant to allow her to return to work at her current office. He would prefer that she moved her practice to somewhere safer, like one of his properties.
He said as much (replacing 'allow' with that it made him uncomfortable), watching her face carefully as he spoke, trying to get a feel for what she thought, and she seemed torn for a moment before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I mean, I hate to say it but I was kind of thinking the same thing. Not about not working, obviously, but I want to move offices. I know that my record's clean, but I feel like there might still be loose ends, and I don't want to take the risk, especially since I'm between cases right now."
Relief spread through him, and he let out a breath slowly. "The casino, perhaps?"
The casino was the unofficial base of operations, and Caroline could take over one of the offices on the top floor. It would be conveniently located near the VIP lounge, making it easy for her to attend meetings (and for him to keep watch).
She didn't look all that happy with his suggestion, and he pushed on, explaining his reasons and looking at her hopefully. "I was thinking that you could step into the role Elijah's been filling while he works on other projects."
"So, like, be your mafia's lawyer?" she asked, her lips twitching, and he smoothed a curl behind her ear.
"If that's what you want to call it, I suppose. I wouldn't ask if I didn't think that you were qualified."
"Oh, I know I'm qualified," she said with a roll of her eyes, and he grinned, pecking her on the lips.
"Good."
"It'll be easier to have private meetings too," she said softly, her eyes darkening as she reached to trail a finger along his collarbone. His adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, and she gave him a wicked grin, slinging a leg over his hip and pushing him down to straddle him.
"Caroline," he said warningly as she pressed a line of light kisses to his neck.
"What?" she asked, rolling her hips against his cock, which was hard and throbbing underneath the fabric of his sleep pants. He gritted his teeth, fighting down a groan, determined to finish their conversation before she broke him down.
He wasn't sure he could if she kept moving her hips like that...
She knew all of his sweet spots, having mapped every inch of his skin with her soft hands. Her fingertip made lazy trails up and down his back, the end of the path moving closer to the dip between his shoulder blades with every stroke. He caught her wrist just as her nails finally scraped against the ink of his tattoo, pulling it away and tracing her pulse with his thumb as he pushed her away gently with the other hand so that he could look at her, ignoring the pout on her lips as she looked at him imploringly.
He took a deep breath, reaching to tuck a curl behind her ear, and he saw the moment when she realized he wasn't being playful, when her spine went straight, the pout disappearing in favor of a set jaw and a calculating gaze.
"I want to be clear: I am not often scared, but watching you walk into that cell was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. Never do it again, Caroline."
"Seriousl—"
"I have never been more serious," he said, his voice dangerously low, and her face blanked, her head tilted to the side, clearly considering it.
"Only if—"
"This isn't a request, sweetheart," he said bluntly, his hands squeezing her shoulders gently. "I will do whatever it takes. Shall I let Elijah know that if I ever get taken again you're to be locked up downstairs? I'll build a pretty cage for you tomorrow if you like. You can pick out whatever you want to make yourself comfortable should we need to use it. I do know how you love to decorate..."
She narrowed her eyes at the dark humor in his tone, the subtle undercurrent of danger, and he held her gaze unflinchingly. She finally looked away, her gaze fixed on the curtains fluttering against the window.
"I'll stay safe," she said reluctantly before she glared at him. "I need you to promise me that you won't do anything stupid, though."
"Have I ever done anything stupid, love?" he asked, shifting underneath her, needing some friction against his aching cock, and she scowled, huffing rather adorably, her hips rolling against his almost as though the movement was instinctive.
Though Caroline's mere presence turned him on more than the most filthy things he'd enjoyed with the women he'd had before her, he did have his preferences. 'Indignant' Caroline was one of his favorites, almost as enjoyable as 'Attempting to Stay Indignant Despite Her Clear Arousal' Caroline.
"You literally just bombed a yacht like, four days ago just for funsies and got yourself arrested, so yes."
He grinned, his hand trailing down her spine, relishing the way she leaned into his touch, her eyelids fluttering as she clearly fought to stay annoyed. "For you, I'll make an attempt."
"Not good enough," she growled.
"What are you willing to offer me?"
"This is not a negotiation, Klaus."
"I do recall saying that, yes," he said, giving her a teasing smile, and she wrinkled her nose.
"No. I never want to see you in one of those cells again."
"Yes, sweetheart," he drawled, tugging the ends of her hair between his fingers. She obviously wouldn't see him, since she'd be as far away from the rescue team as possible.
His mouth suddenly went dry as a wicked smirk stretched along her face, her fingers trailing down his chest, as she purposefully ground against him. "I guess I might let you make that cell for me though."
He raised an eyebrow in response, and she let her hands slide up his chest to grip his shoulders. "I just have one condition."
"What's that?" he asked, already quite sure of what was going to come out of her mouth.
"I want the mattress to be comfortable for when you shackle me to the—"
She squeaked in surprise as he caught her lips in a bruising kiss.
'Submissive, Tied-Up, and Begging' Caroline was, without a doubt, his most favorite of all.
She responded immediately, digging her fingers into his scalp as he flipped them over, pinning her to the mattress with his hips, her legs wrapping around his waist. She stuttered out his name as a breathless moan when his lips attached to her neck. As he watched her come apart under his fingers mere minutes later, looking at her like a lovesick fool, he wondered when he'd gotten in so deep.
Love was a weakness, but he found that the weakness was worth it for moments like these.
XXX
Caroline scowled as she flipped to the last page of the folder that had been dropped in her inbox that morning. She would have to do a ton of extra research if she wanted to get Lucien off clean for what he'd done, and she wasn't sure that it was worth the time. It might be easier to just throw him in prison and have an ear on the inside.
Freya would be upset, though, and it was probably best not to get their only member in the hospital all rattled.
She would ask Klaus, she decided, getting up and stretching.
She locked her office behind her and walked to the lounge, her heels clicking on the floor. She smiled at Tyler, Klaus's bodyguard, who was leaning against the wall outside the door. He looked up when she approached.
"Caroline."
"Hey. Is he busy?"
"Surprise meeting," Tyler said, shrugging. "He told me to call you, but I got your answering machine, and I didn't want to leave, since there are three of them and we've never seen them before."
"It's fine. I was probably on the line with Lucien. Can you let me in?"
Tyler nodded, pulling the door open, and Klaus looked up mid-sentence when she poked her head in.
"Sorry I'm late," she said, stepping over the threshold of the lounge, and taking a moment to study the scene.
Klaus was sitting on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table, his jeans, henley, and boots contrasting with the crisp suits of the three men sitting across from him.
"It's all right, sweetheart. Join us?"
One of them seemed to be about to object when the man on his left elbowed him in the side, shaking his head. They really must be new, she realized as she walked over and settled on the cushions. Anyone who dealt with Klaus had usually been warned beforehand not to question her presence. Often, it was clear that they assumed that she was irrelevant arm candy, there for some non-existent pissing contest to show how powerful Klaus was.
It was ridiculous, and she'd never understand men.
To be fair, he was always touching her, claiming her with a hand on her knee or an arm around her shoulders, his thumb and forefinger fiddling with her sleeve as he talked. She knew that it was his way of trying to reassure her of her safety, and she wondered if he'd ever realize that she always felt safe with him.
Either way, Caroline hardly ever talked, simply listening carefully, trying to observe things that Klaus might have missed while he was negotiating. She noted loopholes or weaknesses, hints of uncertainty, and once Klaus dismissed the meeting, he'd turn to her and ask for her observations.
They always talked it out together, sometimes with Elijah as well, to decide on the best course of action. Klaus took her opinion very seriously, always weighing it as much as his own, if not more depending on the situation, and so far it had worked very well.
She walked over to him, noting the way the third man didn't even spare her a glance and how the other two looked at her body appreciatively, but didn't ask questions. They were all well dressed, probably designer suits, and one wore a wedding ring.
Klaus pulled her into his side, his arm snaking around her shoulders, and she let her hand rest on his thigh. After a moment, he impatiently waved for the man to keep going.
Caroline quickly realized that this was the meeting regarding the properties in New Orleans that Klaus had acquired (through less than legal means), something that she hadn't been especially interested in, but she paid attention nonetheless. Once the business part of the meeting was over, Klaus offered them brandy, and she restrained a roll of her eyes when the three visitors looked at her expectantly, as though it was her job to get it from the other room.
Klaus was just about to touch the intercom button, probably to ask Tyler to send someone, when one of them spoke. It was one of the ones who'd been staring at her when she came in, his eyes lingering on her legs, and his pointed nose and fedora made her wince almost as much as his words. "Well, Blondie?"
The room went still, the two other men glancing at each other with horror in their eyes. Clearly no one had told Fedora McRatface that it wasn't a good idea to mouth off to her, and she resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose.
Klaus didn't bother asking him to repeat himself or give him a chance to backtrack before he calmly pulled a knife out of his pocket, throwing it so that it buried itself in the man's neck, and got up to walk to the couch to pull it out, leaving the man slumped on the couch, bleeding out.
He reached for the intercom as the two other men remained frozen, clearly still stunned enough to not react. "Tyler, would you come in for a moment?"
The door opened, and Klaus motioned for Tyler to grab one of the men as he pushed the other back onto the blood soaked couch, and he shot Caroline an apologetic look.
"Caroline, leave please."
"What?" she snapped, annoyed at the blatant order.
"As I recall, the last time I murdered someone slowly in front of you, you told me you felt nauseated."
She fought to keep her face straight. Nausea had been her excuse, but she hadn't wanted to incentivize the whole 'murder' thing by telling him that it kind of turned her on when he got all vengeful on her behalf.
Truly, she wanted to stay, to watch the blood run down his palms as he methodically cut them down, but ultimately decided that in this specific case it was probably better to go back to their house.
She was wearing a new dress, after all.
Caroline sat in the back of the luxury car staring out the window as Enzo drove her home, absently wondering when she'd become so desensitized to violence, so cold-hearted. She had no doubt that if her mother knew anything about the kind of life she led, she wouldn't even hesitate to put her behind bars, daughter or not.
Did it make her a bad person if the blood on her hands had dripped from the wounds of criminals?
She didn't know.
After taking off her make-up and stripping out of her work clothes, she stole one Klaus's shirts to wear over her lace boyshorts and settled herself face-down on their bed, turning on the television. It had only been an hour since she'd left the casino when the front door opened, and she paused the movie she was watching as she heard footsteps on the stairs.
Klaus walked through the doorway, dried blood clinging to his skin, the cloth of his shirt dark with the stains of it, and she winced as he kicked his bloody shoes off onto their cream carpet. His eyes were on her as she slid out of bed, and she walked up to him, looking at him through her eyelashes as she smoothed his shirt before sliding her arms around his neck, and his hands landed naturally on her hips, stroking her hipbones with his thumb before moving down to cup her ass.
"Clean kill? They didn't hurt you?"
"Well, I don't know if I'd call it clean, but they didn't so much as scratch me."
Her lips twitched, and he gave her a dimpled smile in return. She stood on her toes to press a kiss to his lips, her tongue flicking against the seam of his mouth, her hand moving to cup the back of his head before she stroked the skin of his neck with her fingers, their lips meeting in long, drugging kisses.
He squeezed her ass gently, his finger dipping under the lace hem to stroke her skin, and she shivered, humming against his mouth and trailing a finger down his cheek when she pulled away to catch the speck of blood in the crease of his dimple with her fingertip.
"Let's get you cleaned up," she said softly, and he grinned, following her to the bathroom.
She stripped off her shirt, smirking at the way his eyes were locked on her, and she pursed her lips when she was the two large bloody handprints printed on the lace of her boyshorts. She shot Klaus a glare, and he ducked his head with a grin.
"Seriously?"
"I still don't understand why you insist on wearing them in the first place," he said teasingly, and she rolled her eyes before throwing them in the hamper in the corner. She turned on the spray and stepped onto the tile, looking over her shoulder to watch Klaus strip, the water dripping down her body.
She reached up to thread her fingers through his hair when he stepped in, rubbing the curls between her fingers as he rested his forehead against hers, their eyes locked as the steam built up around them. She could feel his calloused palms against her hips, his breath sweet on her cheek as he moved to nose her temple before he pulled back. He trailed his hand up her side, his knuckle brushing the curve of her breast, his fingertips dancing over the smooth skin of her neck before he twirled a lock of her hair between his fingers, smiling as her breath caught.
It sometimes surprised her that they'd been together for two and a half years and he still looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, the warmth in his eyes still making her flush like a teenager, her heart skipping a beat in her chest. There was water clinging to his eyelashes even as it turned pink dripping down his body, but his gaze was locked on hers as she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, pulling it closer. His palms and fingertips were incredibly sensitive, and she watched him fight back a moan as she dragged the pad of her thumb in slow circles against his skin to carefully wash the blood away.
She cleaned each finger slowly, bringing his palm to her lips when it was finally clean and running her tongue down his lifeline, smiling as she pressed a kiss to it when he hissed out her name.
"Give me your other hand," she said, repeating the process, watching each twitch of his jaw, each shuddering breath as she washed the blood off of his hands, kissing it as well and lacing her fingers through his for a few seconds, just letting the water pour over them, enjoying the way his hair stuck to his forehead.
She blindly reached for his body wash, pouring some into her hand and dragging her palm along his chest. He swallowed, the fingers attached her hair twitching slightly, his eyes closing, and she couldn't help but smile. She carefully massaged the body wash into his skin, tracing the suds trailing down his abs with her fingertips. She could feel his muscles tense under her hands, hear the low groan in his throat when she dragged her palms up his abdomen, her nails scraping over his nipples.
His cock twitched against her thigh, and when he opened his eyes again they were dark and full of lust. He reached for the body wash she used, but she shook her head, her nails digging into his chest for a moment, making him take a sharp breath. "Let me," she said quietly, moving to flick her tongue over each imprint her fingers had left against his skin.
"I want to touch you," he said, but he let his hand tangle back on her hair, leaving the bottle where it was. She felt heat burn in her lower belly at the husky tone, the need bleeding into his words.
"I know," she said, her lips moving against his chest as she spoke. "Think about how much better it will be if you wait."
He gently tugged her head back by her hair, the look he was giving her indicating that he did not share her opinion, but she just pecked him on the lips and continued her exploration of his skin, relishing the low growl in his throat as she let her wrist brush against the tip of his erect cock as she scrubbed a particularly stubborn spot of blood with her palm.
The familiar planes and angles of his chest and stomach slid under her fingers, and she watched him with greedy eyes as she lightly dragged the pad of her thumb against his ribcage just the way he liked it, the muscles contracting under her hands.
This was the best part of sex with Klaus. She liked watching him come apart from her touch.
Klaus was notoriously unreadable, his face always blank and emotionless, the twitch of an eye or a flex of a finger the only clue as to what he was thinking. Knowing that she was the only person who would ever see his face unguarded like this, his eyes glazed, lips slightly parted, was a power high unlike one she'd ever experienced before she fell into his bed the first time.
And she hadn't even let her fingers really wander yet...
The pink suds were pooling on the tile floor of the shower, the front of his torso clean of blood, and she pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his neck, flicking her tongue against his skin. She felt his cock throb against the inside of her thigh, and she smiled as she pulled away before capturing his lips with hers. Her pussy clenched as he immediately took control, tugging her hair lightly, his tongue flicking against the seam of her mouth before she parted her lips to allow him entrance. His kisses were rough and biting, a low groan sounding in his throat as he ground against her, his hand moving from his hip to the small of her back, pressing her against him. She loved the feel of him against her, the way fire lit under her skin when he stroked it, and it felt like an eternity before she could finally find it in herself to break away, reaching to gently disentangle his fingers from her hair.
"Turn around and put your palms against the tile for me," she said, holding eye contact with him until he finally did as she asked.
She soaped up his shoulders, her thumbs working the knots in his back, and she smiled as he mumbled her name, the sound an odd mix of an expletive and a prayer.
"Do you want me to touch you?" she breathed against his ear, nipping the skin playfully, and he laughed quietly, his shoulders tightening as she dragged her hands up and down his biceps, the flecks of blood washing off easily.
"I always want you to touch me, sweetheart."
She smiled as she pressed a kiss to his spine, her lips wandering across the back of his shoulder to his triangle tattoo. Flicking her tongue against each point, she crushed her breasts against his back, unable to resist rubbing her tight nipples against his skin, needing some sort of friction. She wrapped her arms around him as she laid her cheek against his shoulderblade, let her hands wander down his torso, and he swore as she wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke him.
"Caroline..." he groaned, and she could see his fingers flex against the tile where he was bracing himself.
She smiled against his skin as she flicked her thumb over the head of his cock. "Yeah?"
"Do that again," he said, his voice hoarse, his head falling forward.
She laughed quietly, stroking him more firmly. She loved the way he reacted to her touch, the soft sound of his breath hitching, the way he groaned her name through gritted teeth, and she was wet and ready for him, her core aching for him to fill her.
She pulled her hand away when he groaned her name again, and when he turned to face her she sucked the precum off of her thumb, keeping eye contact with him.
"I think I've waited long enough now, love," he growled, and she couldn't suppress a grin as he backed her up against the wall, his hands resting on either side of her head, trapping her.
"I guess," she said, sighing long-sufferingly, and she wasn't surprised when he bent to bite her lower lip harshly, the bolt of pain making her core clench, a whimper escaping her lips, and she spread her legs for him, needing him to fill her.
"Put your hands on my shoulders," he said, the lust in his voice sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine, and she did as he asked.
The next thing she knew, his hands were on her hips, lifting her against the wall as his cock slid inside of her, and she clenched around him, letting out a breathless moan as her head tipped back against the tile, her eyes closing.
"You're so beautiful, Caroline," he whispered, his fingertips tigging into the flesh of her hips as he began to move. "I could touch you for hours. I want to slide my hands along your skin, watch you quiver beneath my fingers, your cheeks flushed from the steam."
She could hear the water pounding against his back, his body shielding her from the spray, and her moans echoed off the walls before he bent to capture her lips with his. She matched every rough thrust of his hips with one of her own, parting her lips to allow his tongue to explore her mouth, and she whimpered as he bit hard against her lower lip again, the pleasurable pain building her up fast.
"After this I'll take you to bed and map your skin with my mouth," he spoke against her lips, his voice low and rough. "I love to watch your face as I trace the tattoo on your wrist with my tongue. I remember the night you got it with perfect clarity, how you told me that having my mark under your pulse would remind you of who held your heart."
She clenched around him, remembering the heated look in his eyes as he drew the shape of a bird on her wrist before they went to the tattoo shop, the way she'd traced it with her fingertip after he'd fallen asleep next to her that night, loving the idea of having his mark on her skin.
"Before you came to me you knew nothing of how a gentle stroke of my finger against your knee or wrist, the scratch of a nail under the curves under your breasts, could make you moan for me."
She whimpered as his hands traveled up and down her sides before settling on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and she arched her back, her fingers tangled in his hair.
"I'm going to torture you with the most exquisite pleasure, Caroline. I'll make you moan from just the lightest of touches, make you writhe beneath me from just the brush of my knuckle against your inner thigh. I love the way you look with your teeth gritted, your fingers clutching the sheets. I'll tease you until you beg for my tongue against your pussy."
Her mind was blank as he shifted the angle so that he'd hit her g-spot with every thrust, his pelvic bone pressing against her clit whenever he filled her. A strangled gasp of his name left her lips as he pressed a finger to her back entrance, just dipping it in, and she felt her legs turn to jelly, her back bowed as her lips parted, her orgasm crashing through her in waves of pleasure as Klaus expertly dragged it on.
Her breathing was ragged, eyes glassy as she came down from her high, and she felt her breath catch in her throat as her knees buckled, her oversensitive skin clenching. "I want you to come in my mouth," she gasped out, her nipples tight and aching from overstimulation, and he groaned at her words, pulling out and bracing his hands on the wall as she dropped to her knees.
She took him in her hand, stroking a few times, smirking at the way his arms tensed, his eyes squeezing shut. "Turn off the water," she ordered, her voice quiet but firm. "I want to hear you."
His hand flew to the knob almost before her sentence was over, shutting off the spray, his eyes opening as he took her in. She bent forward and ran her tongue along his length, swirling it around the head before taking him fully in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him, humming at the taste of her arousal on her tongue.
"Fuck, Caroline," he ground out, and she pulled her mouth off to stroke him, her other hand cupping his balls, gently massaging them as she watched him fight to not come apart.
She wrapped her lips around him again, taking in as much of him as she could, bracing her hand on his hip to try to keep him from bucking into her mouth.
"Touch yourself for me, sweetheart."
She let the hand on his hip trail down his leg before she brought it to her breast, pinching and tugging at her nipple as she moaned around him. He watched with dark eyes as she let her fingers trace the valley between her breasts before trailing down her belly to tease her folds, her pussy clenching as she rubbed her oversensitive clit. She could tell he was close, the tightness of his shoulders and the clenching of his abs giving him away. She ran her teeth gently along the top of his shaft, and he ground out her name as he came, spilling down her throat.
She pulled back, licking her lips, and he grabbed her wrist to pull her up for a rough, biting kiss.
"You know, sweetheart. If I didn't know better, I'd almost say that you're not as sickened by the violence as you pretend to be," he said between kisses.
"What do you mean?" she asked breathlessly when she pulled away, though from the glint in his eye, the satisfied smile spreading over his face, he knew he was right.
"I think you know exactly what I mean. I highly doubt that you agree with the killings, but I'd wager that seeing me willing to kill for you, only you, makes you hot underneath your skin. You like knowing that you have the power of someone's life in your fingertips if only you should ask. You're drunk on it."
She bit her lip, unable to meet his eyes, her fingers flexing against his shoulders, and he hummed low in his throat, bending to press a kiss to her temple, a stark contrast to the way he was devouring her only moments before.
"Okay, so maybe a little," she admitted, leaning to press her forehead to his shoulder. "But that's not an excuse, okay?"
"Not even if it makes arousal stir between your thighs for me?" he asked, his voice low and thick with temptation, and she hummed, closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of him against her. "I must admit that I understand. Watching the blood of those who threaten you stain your skin after you finish them haunts my fantasies, Caroline. I do love the look on your face when you watch them take their last breaths; I always want to taste the smile that twists your lips before you fight it down."
"Only the bad guys," she said, pulling back, trying for a stern look (though she knew she was failing miserably).
"If that's what you want to call them, I will not object," he said with a grin. "Though you must admit that you've drifted to the edge of your morality more than once."
"It's not my fault you led me off the path of righteousness," she said dryly.
"You could have resisted the temptation, sweetheart."
"No, actually. I couldn't have," she said, looking up at him through her lashes. "Not forever."
"Is that so?"
She trailed her fingers up the back of his neck to tug the hair at the nape, standing on her toes to press her lips to his in a sweet, passionate kiss. That was all the answer he seemed to need, his hands tightening on her hips as he groaned into her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he picked her up, his fingers buried in her tangled hair. Their bodies were still slippery from the water as he carried her to bed, dropping her on the mattress before crawling on top of her, his eyes greedy as he drank in her face.
Sure, Klaus was fucked up. She was fucked up. Their entire relationship was fucked up.
She didn't mind.
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The Mystic Falls Police Department scratched their heads at the dead bodies in the gutters, the corpses' fingertips burnt off, personal items gone. They'd try to find any sort of link, any way to trace the murders to the Mikaelsons, but they never managed to. They knowingly led innocent people away in handcuffs, the evidence too perfect to argue with, everyone completely aware that the only crime of the defendant was getting on the bad side of a Mikaelson.
Meanwhile, Caroline straddled Klaus in their bed, her hair falling in a curtain around them as she trailed a finger down his chest before she bent to press soft, open mouthed kisses against his shoulder, down his stomach, her eyes locked on his as a playful glint danced in her gaze.
"I took care of the tattling bitch," she said between kisses. "We don't have to worry about her anymore."
"And you didn't let me watch?"
"Of course not. You wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself, and I didn't want to give her a show while she was bleeding out."
His breath caught as she dragged her teeth along the skin just above the waistband of his jeans.
"You like that?"
He swallowed and nodded, his eyes heavy-lidded, his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans.
Her crimson-painted lips curled into a smile.
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