Mornings of Gold
15,000th post on tumblr drabble. Enjoy the fluff while it lasts. And if you get the title reference I love you.
Smut.
There was something beautiful about the intimacy that came from waking up in bed with the person you were in love with. Caroline would never tire of waking up in bed with him, not if they were together until the end of time, which was sincerely her hope.
Klaus' variance of morning poses would never cease to amuse her- when she woke up before him that was. Some days she woke up, cradled against his chest; those days she knew he would stay with her for the duration of the day, his old fear that she would leave him rising up making him have to be near her. Other days, an arm was draped over her waist as he laid sprawled on his stomach. And other days still, she woke up with him spooning her. Always some contact with her, even if they had been fighting the night before; an arm over her, a leg placed over hers. An unconscious need to know that she was safe, that she was there, a reassurance to her that he would protect her, love her, through everything.
This morning she woke to him on his side facing her, an arm over her waist, and she scooted closer to the heat of his body. His morning arousal was already evident through the sweat pants he wore and her body went flush with desire. She pressed herself up against him more, desperate to wake him. "Mm, morning love."
Caroline shuddered at the gruff tone to his voice laced with desire, feeling herself grow wet. "Morning."
She found herself pinned to the bed under him rather suddenly and she shrieked in surprise and delight as her tore the negligee from her body. "That was quite the nice wake up call," He paused, looking over her body as though contemplating where to start, before he lowered himself down her body, tracing kisses down the way as she gripped the sheets in her hands, "I like I'd like to taste you." He did just that, burying his head between her thighs, finding her sensitive bundle of nerves with his teeth and tongue. He added two fingers to the delicious mixture, thrusting them into her body, preparing her for his considerable length.
Moaning at his touch, crying out when he hit the right spot combined with the feeling of his tongue on her, she couldn't imagine a better way to start the day as wave after wave of euphoric bliss crashed over her.
The next rational thought her sated brain was able to come up with was that she quite enjoyed the taste of herself on his lips. Then he was inside of her and she wondered idly when he had stripped himself of his pants, but then that did not matter, because he was setting a furious pace and she was moaning his name out between cries as he hit her sweet spot, her nails raking into his arms as she gripped onto them trying to find something to tether her to earth, but then she didn't care anymore, and she let go once more to his satisfied growl as he collapsed against her, burying his face in her neck as their pleasure washed over them.
Eventually he lifted his head up, placing a kiss on her nose. "You are extraordinary." Klaus rolled off of her then, picking up his discarded sweat pants. "I'll go make us breakfast. Wait for me?"
"Hurry back." She breathed, already anticipating that they wouldn't be leaving their room much on that day. Not that she would ever complain. She quite liked what he did to her.
