Sunrise peered through the half opened window blinds and directly into Caroline's waking eyes.
She was laying on her side content in her cozy bed. Groaning into her pillow—-languid and bothered from the disturbance of the morning light. Her hooded eyes looked over at the clock on her nightstand that read 8:00 AM. Today was Sunday which meant classes weren't on her agenda for the day. And after such a miraculous save with the Homecoming dance, she deserved a break, hell the entire semester had been a headache—-with promising results.
Last night was indescribable, for multiple reasons that all included the sleeping vampire with his arm draped over her waist behind her. His hard chest nestled along her spine. The thick duvet he enveloped their naked bodies in before drifting off to sleep was still securely covering them both. Caroline blushed at the fact that she was actually lying naked in bed, with Klaus Mikaelson.
-I really had sex last night...
For years she's heard about other people's sexual experiences—-horror stories, one night stands—-but none of them ever explained what she felt. The safety and tenderness of it all.
It couldn't have been more perfect and there wasn't a more perfect guy. Never did she imagine the safest arms she could be in belonged to the creature she once saw as her greatest threat. Klaus made her feel comfortable and loved. He was gentle and caring. They never moved from their comfortable spots on the bed except for Caroline needing to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.
After the first round they talked for some time and kissed even more—-pulling at each other aimlessly like a pair of hormonal teenagers. Not being able to keep their hands to themselves as Klaus rolled his body on top of hers. Caroline could feel her body already craving him again through the intensity of the kisses and Klaus felt it too. Lips hovering over each other's and breaths ragged until they both surrendered to the temptation. She remembered a glittery tint covering her eyes as he once again brought her to an exceptional high of euphoria—-as attentive as he was the first time. Whispering sweet words in her ear, stroking her most erogenous zones with care as she cried his name through each thrust and slick movement. Caroline felt him all over, in between and devouring her body with his attention. Nothing ever felt more right then the way he made her feel.
It was comforting when Klaus didn't freeze each time she murmured her love for him throughout the night. In fact, he found himself wanting her to say it for the rest of eternity or until she didn't feel it anymore.
As they lied in bed chest to chest—-embracing their afterglow and peering at one another tenderly—-Caroline's eyes began to weigh down mid conversation afterwards, underestimating how tired she actually was and after sharing such blissful but tiring moments with Klaus she was perfectly at peace. First she fell asleep then Klaus succumbed to his own slumber, eventually both resting in each other's arms.
She missed this—the warm feel of sharing a bed with him, inhaling his scent as she snuggled against his chest and the way he protected her overnight.
Biting down on her grinning lip, Caroline wiggled in place trying not to wake him as she turned on her other side to see his face. Her grin spread as she studied his sleeping form—as peaceful and pure as she remembered. Rarely was she able to see his jaw so lax and the blonde eyelashes folded over to hide his eyes from the dark world that's disappointed him. His chest was unmoving but his folded eyelids moving proved he was alive, and dreaming—-what was he dreaming about?
So badly she wanted to trace his nose, down to his jaw and then full bottom lip with her index finger. The urge so agonizing Caroline thought she'd explode of happiness. She was so in love it was overwhelming every crescent of her being—felt unnatural even.
She kissed the tip of his button nose before carefully rolling back on the opposite side of the prepare her exit from the bed. Unfortunately the twin sized bed was an ancient artifact and squeaked with every sudden movement. Her strides were cautious but she managed to make it to the edge of the mattress and climb off with only very minor disturbance. Klaus moved but his eyes remained closed and it was just to turn his head. She dropped the thin blue sheet as she walked towards her drawers to retrieve a pair of pants and a top to throw on.
Only now did Caroline realize neither Katherine or Bonnie came back to the room after the dance, preparing to be completely mortified. She stopped in her tracks when passing by her full length mirror, gasping when she began to wander her pleasantly nude appearance and tousled hair with her eyes. Looking back to make sure Klaus was still sleeping, she turned around to admire her reflection.
Nothing actually changed, per say, she was still Caroline—-same face but something was different. Emotionally and physically: Her hair was brighter, reflecting a gold shimmer and face glowing like the sun. Grazing her fingers over her bottom lip she realized it was pinker and more plump, probably from the harsh kisses, and eyes glittering blue. She billed as her hands slowly traveled from her face down over her arms—the hairs instantly standing up with her touch then wandering towards her chest. Engulfing her breasts in her palms, caressing over the light brown bruises surrounding both mounds from Klaus' sinful mouth adoring them. Pinching her nipples and suppressing the automatic moan pushing up her throat. Her lips parted as she caressed over her flat stomach before seeking out between her thighs, just shy of where their bodies connected the night prior. A faint amount of his, now dried, residue lingered on her inner thighs. She was still deliciously sore. Her mind venturing back to the way he made love to her and how perfectly he fit inside her. She knew there was no one else meant to be her first. Her eyes followed her every move as she continued admiring herself, a beaming smile playing on her lips.
Caroline never felt more beautiful—sexy. Not that she didn't think highly of herself prior but never this illuminated. She wasn't the same girl who entered this school year, or even who walked in that gymnasium last night. She didn't know if this was how everyone felt after having sex for the first time or just her own personal dramatics. Something was awakened within her last night that made her see herself in a brighter light, a better one and she never wanted to shut it out.
"You're stunning."
She yelped, jumping in place and immediately covering herself with her arms at Klaus' abrupt presence. His sleepy voice was raspy but sexy. The scruff covering his jaw was unholy and unfair with mussed curls on top of his head to top it off—why did he have to look so good after just waking up?
Too preoccupied with her own thoughts Caroline didn't even realize he was now awake. Her face now a nice crimson color, knowing that Klaus was watching her for god knows how long touching herself. Through the mirror she could see him sitting up on the bed with his leg hiked up, shirtless with the sheet covering his private area and a lazy smirk etched on his lips.
"How long have you been there?" Caroline asked shyly, still not facing him.
-So much for that new and improved you!
"Not long enough apparently." Klaus smirked, with his tilted head resting on a propped elbow. "Color me conflicted, love. I was disappointed to wake up alone but after being rewarded with you admiring your beauty in all its glory, I'm suddenly aroused beyond measure."
"So, you really do just wake up with these lines prepared, hm." Caroline teased before turning away from him again to hide her blush.
Klaus chuckled but Caroline could see the lust brewing in his eyes. His glare so hot and demanding she had to pierce her nails into her palms to prevent it from begging. Both their heavy stares screamed fire and desire and weren't letting up.
In a blink Klaus was already across the room directly behind her. His hair was a mess of curls that made him look more innocent than his actions. Caroline gasped when he pressed his front to her backside, realizing he was still shamelessly naked. How did she go from barely seeing Klaus' midriff to seeing his full naked body whenever she wanted? Her heart began to race feeling his morning wood rub against her, eyes fluttering in response but never fully closed. He smirked down at her equally darkened gaze when their eyes finally met through the reflection, watching her chest rise and fall to the tune of her breathing.
A delicious wave of chills coursed through her limbs when Klaus gently pushed down her arms that covered her breasts, awakening the thin blonde hairs there. Even though Klaus has already seen her naked she still felt weird baring herself to anyone. But the adoring way he was touching her eased her back into comfort. Caroline allowed him to drop her arms to her sides, stomach knotting and butterflies swarmed. Her abdomen clenched harder from the way Klaus was looking at her, like a man who finally found gold. Like she was a national treasure.
His tongue snaked out to lick his bottom lip while watching as she bit down on hers.
"Nonetheless, it was a shame waking up alone." He suggestively whispered in her ear as his calloused fingers danced across her ivory collarbone.
Heat rushed between her legs the longer they teased each other with stares and anticipation. Klaus could smell her desire as it dominated his nostrils and the urge to indulge in her body increased. Caroline wasn't too far either.
"Well not all of us can sleep like the dead." Her words sounded much huskier than she intended, trying to appear unaffected by his flaming touch.
He hummed, brushing her hair to the side to expose her neck to his hungry gaze.
"Do you have any plans for the day?" He asked, grazing his lips over her skin.
Caroline bit back a whimper. "At this moment, no but still my day is time consuming. I have to clean up from the dance, and work on my senior project and valedictorian speech."
"So what I'm hearing you say is you have time to spare?" He concluded.
"You truly are an expert in selective hearing." She scoffed, making him laugh.
That soft but seductive laugh that made her putty in his hand.
Try as she might, Caroline was no match for the hypnotic touch and lips that began a trail up the length of her neck. Both his hands secured their placements on her hips subtly pressing her backside against his front. His evident erection poking her, calling to her. Too soon Klaus dropped one hand down—Caroline's silent protest caught in her throat when he began caressing her inner thigh. Each gentle stroke of his fingers pushed her closer to a surrender. Caroline's eyes once again fluttering before closing—briefly—giving herself a few seconds to indulge in his heat.
"Klaus...I—I really do need to get ready." She whined, though deep down there was nothing she wanted less than for him to stop.
"Just a few minutes." He declared, kissing the spot behind her ear.
Her fingernails pierced into her palms as she continued to watch him work her body in the only way he could.
The rational side of her was screaming to push him away and prioritize her schedule, but she was tired of being rational. She's been rational her entire life with little to show for it. Allowing her fears and speculations to keep her from doing what she wanted, going after who she wanted. A few minutes of youthful bliss wasn't too much to ask for.
Opening her eyes fully nearly brought Caroline to her knees. Klaus' hand ventured back up her torso to gently cup her breast, pinching the hardening bud while the other hand rose higher up her thigh. Her hiss was subtle but his supernatural hearing picked it up immediately.
"Is this okay?" He asked.
Caroline moaned, unable to suppress her vocals of desire as she nodded her consent as her attention remained on him playing her body like a fiddle. Fixated on the way his fingertips shaped her nipple, exhibiting such gentle pressure but the sensation shot through her like lightening. Too attentive on his taunting hand pleasuring her breast, she slightly jerked forward at his other hand slid to her throbbing pussy.
"Mmm..." She whimpered when his finger outlined circles around her clit.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you are? How much you drive me absolutely mad..." Klaus muttered, sucking on her earlobe with his human teeth.
Caroline felt him all over, so hot and demanding it was almost too much but she needed more.
Needing leverage she reached out to grasp onto the mirror as his finger continued to tease her nether lips, entering his finger between them to match her approving moan.
"Does this feel good?" He asked, applying more pressure on both her throbbing core and tender breast.
"Yes." She frantically nodded in concurrence, her eyelids growing heavier as the pleasure began to take over. Practically tasting the impending orgasm at the tip of her tongue when he's barely touched her there yet.
"Watch." He softly commanded, his breath blowing against the flesh of her ear like a whisper. "Watch what I see when we're together like this, what I dream about every night. How mesmerizing you look when you come."
-Fuck.
Was all Caroline could think.
Biting the inside of her cheek as she forced her eyes opened, their mutually stormy gazes finding each other through the glass made her stomach violently clench. Caroline sighed when a second finger slipped through her folds and thrusted into her entrance slowly.
"Oh god." She murmured from the intrusion, her vaginal walls already clenching around his fingers.
Slowly, he began a torturous rhythm pumping his fingers in and out of her wet heat and groaning at the noises being coaxed out of her.
The urge to shut her eyes and completely fall into his art of seduction was becoming too strong, but she obeyed. Her core becoming more needy whenever they caught each other's stare through the mirror—-his fear-invoking mesmerizing red eyed stare. With one hand rolling her nipple, the other encased between her legs and his lips peppering kisses along her jaw and neck, Caroline didn't know what to focus on more. The tip of his fangs grazed her soft skin but never punctured.
Caroline was actually surprised, and disappointed that Klaus hadn't bitten her since that first night. Despite the initial pain it was the most euphoric experience of her life. The memory of him moaning against her throat from the mere taste of her blood was unfairly hypnotic. Feeling the most connected in that brief couple of minutes than any other time spent together—-she wanted that again. But, Klaus was extremely hesitant about the ordeal in the first place and only obliged due to her request. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable but keeping her desires at bay was just as grand of a struggle—she'll save for another day.
Klaus' eyes followed hers, enjoying the flush of desire on her cheeks as she fixated on his fingers moving in and out of her. To say it was the most erotic view either have ever seen would be an understatement.
This wasn't how Caroline envisioned this morning playing out—-she would've been dressed for her day and heading downstairs for morning coffee in the cafeteria—-but she'd never been so grateful to be wrong. Her arousal on an unhealthy high as she watched his fingers, drenched with her desire for him, disappearing in and out of her right pussy to bring her over the edge. Even before now Caroline didn't doubt what an exceptional lover Klaus could be. How attentive he was to her needs and personal pleasure before worrying about his own. How he was evidently hard and strained behind her but not once complained or tried to rush the process. It was the little things.
Turning her head to the side she sought out his lips with hers, realizing they hadn't kissed once this morning. She missed his lips and the sheer rush of longing his kisses ignited. Her hand harshly grasped the back of his head to pull his face towards hers, fingers gently combing through his hair as the kisses became more passionate. Her whimper allowed a clear entrance for his tongue to invade the opening of her mouth. Their tongues caressed each other's in a swirly mess while Klaus' hands still rocked her body to new heights. Varying between teasing both nipples and scissoring inside her moist center. Caroline loved hearing his soft moans match hers as he ground his cock against her backside for some friction.
Her morning plans already filed away to the back of her mind in the postponed pile. She couldn't see herself stopping here, couldn't even if she did. They were too far gone at this point and there was no one else she wanted to spend the day with.
They never missed a beat, never faltered even as their movements progressed messily.
"Please..." Caroline begged against his lips when he pulled away.
"Please what?" Klaus' tone low and sultry, feathering his lips over hers. Teasing her with the possibility but never allowing them to touch. Her pleas grew more desperate. The disapproving groan caused a chuckle to rumble in Klaus' chest and a taunting smile to his lips.
"What do you want me to do Caroline?"
Her name slipping off his plump lips like silk only drove her more into a frenzy.
"Anything." She answered breathlessly and honestly.
She was at the point where she didn't care what he did as long as he did something.
"Don't say anything love, because there's a lot I want to do to you." Klaus promised, sucking on her bottom lip before consuming it with his.
God, she'd never got enough of the way he kissed her. So much more than just simple lust—-like a shot of adrenaline.
Caroline's stomach coiled in excitement. Their kisses grew deeper, tongues clashed and movements advanced as Caroline shook in his arms. If the mirror didn't only belong to her she'd beg him to take her right there.
"I want you...I want you inside of me."
Her bold admission brought a mischievous smile to his face.
Abruptly, Klaus dropped his hands from her body and took a step back. Caroline's eyes alarmed as she whipped around, sexually frustrated by his ceasing motions.
Her mouth instantly covered by his again before she could scream her protest. Caroline delightfully moaned, pressing their bodies closer with her arms around his neck. She marveled in the feel of Klaus' calloused hands roamed her body hungrily, trailing down her sides until finding her exposed buttocks. She yelped when he picked her up so her long legs wrapped around his waist. Their kiss never parted even as Klaus sped them back towards the bed, gently placing her down on the mattress with his body covering hers.
"Is this still okay?" Klaus asked between each kiss.
Even though they've now made love a couple of times it was still a new experience for her. Yes, his body quakes with need for her on a daily basis but he needed to make sure she was just as comfortable.
Caroline nodded frantically. "Yes." Pulling his face down to kiss him eagerly.
Not wasting anymore time, Klaus lifted himself as he positioned between her awaiting thighs. They both groaned as his tip teased her slick folds and it only added onto his overpowering lust. She looked too pure and delectable underneath his stare to let another second go by without giving what they both needed.
Klaus firmly grabbed her hips and thrusted inside of her in a slow stride, inch by inch her vaginal walls stretched until he fully sheathed inside her throbbing entrance . Their lips parted when Caroline thrashed her head back against the pillow in utter relief, already growing addicted to being so deliciously full. She slightly shifted her hips and pinched her eyes shut while adjusting to his length stretching her insides. It didn't hurt this time but the sudden invasion was still an adjustment.
Opening her eyes she was met with his, as dark and hungry as she suspected. Even with them high on lust all Caroline saw on his face was love, and she definitely knew that's all she felt too.
Slowly, Klaus pulled out of Caroline's warm heat completely until it was once again just the tip of his cock doing the teasing. She whimpered at the loss of friction, which only egged on his already massive ego. But Caroline could not find it in her to care right now.
"Klaus..." She pleaded and drove the vampire crazy.
He bent his head down to fuse their lips together as he buried himself inside of her again. Swallowing her moans and further pleas like a starving man, knowing they were all meant for him. Klaus could barely control his continuous thrusts, stroking in and out of her as gently as possible. He tried, so desperately to not get lost in the wet and demanding appeal of her pussy contracting around his cock. His pace slightly sped up in failed results. The last thing Klaus wanted to do was come off as some prepubescent boy but until Caroline experienced the glorious notion of feeling her so authentically, she couldn't judge.
"Faster." Caroline encouraged, panting her words, urging him on while clawing onto his back and tightening her legs around his waist.
Much to his surprise Caroline actually seemed to enjoy the quickened rhythm of his hips, meeting his every thrust. She wanted to feel more of him invading in the deepest depths of her desire.
Thrust after thrust became harder and deeper. Her pussy clamping around him with each pleasurable motion, practically feeling his length in her stomach. Caroline couldn't believe she was depriving herself of such pleasure all these years but knew it wouldn't be this amazing with anyone else.
"Fuck, you feel incredible." Klaus groaned, kissing her cheek sweetly before burying his face in her neck while his hip movements only increased in speed. Caroline had to again force back her silent request of his sharp fangs seeking out her neck, feeding off her blood. She was convinced the urge would follow them forever.
Gesturing for him to raise his head from her shoulder, their heartfelt eyes once again met and Caroline realized she never wanted to look at another pair again.
"Kiss me." She breathlessly demanded.
And he did.
Sucking on her bottom lip lightly before trapping her in a scorching kiss that gave her air as much as taking it away. One hand still caressed her most intimate areas while the other held himself up for support.
Their kisses wet and messy while their hips began moving erratically and not calculated as Caroline tightened her hold around his length like a fist. Her toes curled and her body was already shaking because of the orgasm eruption on its way.
Klaus could feel it, through their hot kisses and the way her walls latched onto him, he knew she wasn't far off and frankly he wasn't either. Trailing his hand down between her bodies until he found her clit, coaxing out her most absurd pleas and cries as his thumb applied pressure to the nub.
"God, I'm close." She warned.
"Let go sweetheart, let go." Klaus encouraged in between his own panting.
Caroline's release nearly snuck up on her, tugging on his hair to push their lips together again as she completely milked him. Her back arched and vision swam. A few more eager thrusts and Klaus came soon after, moaning her name into her mouth. He was still massaging her through the orgasm as her stomach sank and screams of desire muffled by his mouth. They kissed intensely, both coming down from their incredible highs.
Klaus kissed her lips, neck and down to her heaving damp chest. Peppering the lightest of kisses where her erratic heartbeat pounded in her chest. She softly giggled at his ticklish facial hair rubbing against her skin.
"I love your laugh." He said with another kiss to her heart.
Caroline lazily smiled, looking down at him while combing her fingers through his hair.
"That was amazing. You're amazing." He breathlessly praised while making his way up her body.
"Now who's stroking who's ego?" She teased with a cocked brow.
Their lips finding each other again for a quick kiss that made both their bodies hum. Caroline adjusted herself on her side with the duvet now draped over their naked bodies. She comfortably cradled herself into his warmth.
"Is it weird that I want every morning to start like this?" Caroline mumbled snuggling up to him with her head on his chest.
Klaus chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "And how is that exactly, spent and sated?"
Her blush pink and body tingled.
"Yes...but I meant with you." She added, drumming her fingertips up his abdomen. "I—I like waking up to you, and going to sleep with you."
They avoided each other's gazes—-Caroline focusing on the patterns her fingers traced on his chest, and Klaus focused on her jumping pulse.
She was still incredibly modest.
Klaus found her vulnerability adorable and admirable, considering he could never display his own—even to her—without feeling vomit rising up his throat.
He shook his head while caressing the top of hers with his fingers. "There's nothing weird about that. The feeling's mutual actually. I do however remember the days you wouldn't even let me kiss you and now you're begging me to ravish you on this surprisingly comfortable bed every morning. Life comes at you fast." He squeezed her side.
Caroline's infectious laughter vibrated through both their bodies welcomely. They sighed into a comfortable silence that came over them where the only noise in the room was her erratic breathing and his sighs. Both their bodies cooling off soundlessly. Caroline knew she had a list worth of priorities for the day but wanted to relax in his arms for a little longer—okay an hour longer.
Her head moved up to where his own life source would be beating, massaging over his tattoo and lingering a finger on the visible scar across his collarbone.
"No heartbeat." She noted.
For anyone else it would be odd, to say the least, not feeling the pounding organ in their chest. Even though Caroline was obviously aware he was technically dead these reminders still rattled her.
"Just another side effect of the undead." Klaus said as he made small circles on her arm with his finger.
Lifting her head to rest on her chin, she could see the slight sorrow on his face. Klaus didn't talk much about his past nor his life as a vampire. There was quite a bit he still wasn't comfortable sharing but moments like these when he was defenseless and willing gave her a chance.
"What?" He inquired when her silence lingered.
"Does it get easier, being a vampire?" She asked timidly.
Klaus' forehead crinkled as he lowered his head to observe her curious glare.
"Why are you asking this?"
She shrugged. "It's something we don't really talk about."
"And you want to talk about it now?"
"Why not?"
"Maybe because we were having such a great morning so why ruin it with subjects that don't matter?"
"They matter to me." Caroline said with pursed lips.
Klaus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he caught his annoyance before more could lash out.
She was asking a basic question, it wasn't too heavy—-he then realized.
"Yes it gets easier, when you finally accept it at least." Klaus vaguely explained.
Caroline simply nodded, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "Um, remember you told me that vampires aren't born but created?"
He concurred looking down at her again.
"How—how did you die?"
Klaus' face tensed and plump red lips pressed together into a tight line. He wasn't upset with Caroline for asking but more with himself for still being so guarded with her. Centuries of keeping everything bottled inside he wasn't sure he would ever be able to be completely authentic with anyone. His past constantly biting him on the ass the more people he allowed into his life. Now he had this girl who loved every crescent of his damned soul and even then, he couldn't let her see him.
"We severely need to work on your pillow talk." Klaus joked, switching the subject entirely when he propped up her chin with his finger to bring her in for a mild kiss, sighing against her lips as she kissed him back.
Caroline began to forget her hard-hitting question when his tongue licked inside her mouth and hand cupped her face. She shuddered at the dirty remarks he whispered against her lips before engulfing them with a kiss. Caroline could sense the mutual yearning and desire radiating through the heated make out session.
"I—I really should get out of bed." She sighed into another kiss. "I'm already behind schedule..."
"Fuck the schedule, love." Klaus bit out before enticing her with another round of the oral tango and she was all too eager to comply.
He rolled their bodies until he was once again on top of her. The duvet scooting lower and forgotten around their naked waists and his hand fisted in her hair.
Maybe it was concerning how weak she was to his ministrations but until her subconscious was devoured by him, it had no place to judge.
Caroline felt hot all over and their lips never stopped moving. Her hands wandered from his scalp down to his lower back as his determined hips pinned her down on the mattress to persuade her into another round. Based on her breathy moans she was willing to let him do anything he wanted until they both heard the doorknob jiggle.
"Shit." Caroline hissed, pushing Klaus off of her and jumping out of bed in search of clothes.
"You know love, I'm getting a severe case of deja vu." He mused still not loving from his very naked position.
"Klaus." She glared. "The last thing I want is to hear about this all day from Katherine so please get up and get dressed."
Rolling his eyes the vampire obeyed by speeding off the bed and immediately finding his shirt and slacks scattered on the floor from the night entire.
Caroline has never been more grateful for their room door's weak hinges, making an immediate entrance impossible.
She let out a relieved breath when throwing on a pair of random pajama shorts and a Henley she stole from Klaus then quickly wrapping her unruly hair in a bun. She tried to keep her blush to a minimal while looking in the mirror where their blissful morning began. Klaus just stood there, gawking, while tucking his shirt into his pants. What she saw as a frazzled appearance he saw as authentic. How raw, elegant and fresh she looked in this moment with no room to hide behind her hair. Why was she everything he was afraid of but needed?
Looking over she saw Klaus at least appeared presentable in his now fully clothed body but his softened face was peculiar.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Caroline smiled when she noticed his own silence.
Her modest inquiry made his already noted grin more apparent.
Klaus lifted his shoulders, sealing deeply. "I—I..."
-Say it. Say it you fuckin coward.
"Nothing I just, um—"
The door finally unlocked and opened before he could get a last word in. Caroline's eyes widened as she whipped around, preparing for a week of innuendos and mocking for catching them again. Little did she know the complete opposite roommate would be entering instead.
"Nice wake up call." She greeted with a teasing tone, leaving the couple standing awkwardly by the bed.
"Bonnie..." Caroline gulped. She pushed her discarded homecoming dress under her bed with her foot. "I didn't hear you come in."
"Obviously." The brown-skinned witch mumbled, closing the door behind her and placing her shoes and bag on her own bed. She walked in wearing a pair of jeans and graphic t-shirt so must've brought a change of clothes for after the dance.
The couple stood still as if they were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for her uproar, for Bonnie to lash out at a vampire who wasn't their roommate invading their place of living. Waiting for more shaming and blaming—but it never came. She didn't even give Klaus a double take when she saw him. Instead she plopped on her bed and phone on hand as she casually lied back against her pillows.
Both Klaus and Caroline gave each other obscured expressions like they were in the twilight zone.
"I think I saw Katherine stumbling her way over here as well." Bonnie blurted while still looking at her phone.
"Right." He cleared his throat. "Well since the gang is arriving soon I should be on my way out." Klaus announced searching for his jacket.
"I'll, um-I'll walk you out." Caroline offered, still recovering from her initial shock at her former friend's casual demeanor.
After sliding into his jacket and shoes, she led him to the door and closed it behind her when they both made it out to the empty hallway. Her back against the wood while Klaus stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets.
"That was..."
"Creepy?"
Klaus pursed his lips. "I was going to say unexpected but that works too."
Caroline huffed a laugh, hanging her head down as her nerves decided to make an appearance whenever their bubble was invaded.
He cocked his head to the side to look at her quizzically.
"You okay?"
Her head shot up when she heard the worry in his tone and then seeing it on his face. The same look he gave her when they first started their relationship, always worried she'd eventually talk herself out of it. She hated that face and hated that she contributed to it. After the most recent revelations and confessions she needed him to know he never needed to question her commitment to him.
A soft smile stretched her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I just spent the most incredible night and morning with the guy I love. I'm more than okay." She declared with a kiss that made her feel she was floating.
Klaus smiled against her lips, pushing her back against the door by her waist as the kiss deepened to block out his strained thoughts.
The pathetic thoughts and insecurities he's harbored for so long always managed to find a way to sneak into their relationship, even in the smallest forms. Convincing himself everyone would leave him in the end. He never wanted to think that with her and hated how much reassurance he needed, but just one of her kisses was strong enough to dissipate all the darkness.
She delightfully moaned when he squeezed her hips and whispered a faint 'I love you' in his mouth before pulling away. Caroline was quickly growing accustomed to saying those three powerful words to him.
Klaus sighed, tracing her cheek soothingly with one finger. His eyes beamed like he wanted to say something, similar to his expression before Bonnie walked in but he rewarded her with a quick kiss before flashing off into dawn.
Caroline's fingers brushed over her smiling bottom lip, still feeling the tingles of the effective kiss before making her way back inside. Bonnie was still browsing through her phone without any sign of anger or discomfort. They still hadn't said a word to each other, not even a small gainer, but the silence was better than the alternative. Hesitantly walking over to her closet Caroline groaned in frustration looking for an outfit.
"You left the dance early." Bonnie spoke, alarming Caroline to the point where she jumped in place. "It was your big night and you couldn't even stay long enough to accept your crown."
Caroline curled her eyebrows, looking over at the girl who's attention was still invested in the cellular device.
"Didn't think you were paying attention to my whereabouts."
"I wasn't." Bonnie claimed. "But you kinda left Tyler hanging solo on that stage, it wasn't too difficult to notice your absence. Klaus' too."
She mentally rolled her eyes.
The petty close-minded students would vote her and her ex boyfriend to be crowned Homecoming king & queen together, knowing she was with someone else.
Typical.
"I had other obligations." She muttered, continuing to paw through her hung up clothes.
They hadn't talked in months; she didn't even know how to talk to her anymore.
"Of the vampire variety?" Bonnie teased. "
Caroline groaned, aggressively turning away from the closet and peering at the fellow witch.
"You can't do that." She said, shaking her head. "You can't—you can't have these casual conversations with me and make harmless jokes about my relationship after giving me the cold shoulder because of it!"
Bonnie's eyebrows furrowed. "Caroline—"
"No!" She yelled, eyes suddenly flooding. "Don't say anything, don't you dare say anything to try justifying yourself. Don't try to make yourself feel better, because you deserve to feel just as defenseless and ostracized as I did."
The two girls both heavily breathe for different reasonings.
"You were my best friend, for 10 years." Caroline sobbed. "10 years of being to hell and back through our most troubling moments and bounced back from them every time. I thought I could count on you with anything and vice versa. I thought our love for each other was unconditional until you proved otherwise. Until I stepped out of line to live my life my way. Until I fell in love with the wrong person, until I grew into a better version of myself and that's when you couldn't handle it. Everyone gave me shit for being with Klaus, hell, they still do and I expected no less but I didn't expect someone who I considered family to be a part of it too."
Bonnie stayed silent as the rant prolonged.
This was bottled up anger and frustration Caroline didn't even know she was still harboring. She thought she surpassed the hurt that Bonnie caused, couldn't even fathom the possibility that her former best friend had a sudden change in heart. Even if so, after all the awful things she said it would take more than a simple white flag to heal those wounds.
"Multiple nights I cried myself to sleep, beating myself up thinking it was my fault why we weren't friends anymore. Considered ending things with a guy who makes me happy to be alive just so I could have you back instead. For months you have written me off, even after the countless attempts I made to rekindle our friendship. Attempts I shouldn't have needed to make because our 'feud' should have never happened. You were supposed to be my support but you wanted nothing to do with me, said horrible things about me and treated me like shit just because of who I decided to date. So no I'm not going to suddenly accept your lighthearted remarks as if none of that happened, as if you didn't hurt me the most."
Caroline concluded with tearful eyes, puffy and red. Even with the rage and sorrow Caroline felt so strong. For most of her life she never stood up for herself with anything, constantly allowing others to dictate how she was to live. Deep down she wished this newfound strength didn't come at the price of her relationships, but nonetheless it was welcomed with open arms.
Another long pause.
Bonnie's big brown eyes blinked away her own set of tears. Rising from the comfort of her bed to now stand in front of the frustrated blonde, reaching her hand out to place on her shoulder before lowering to her hand. Caroline flinched at the surprise act of affection, staring down at their hands.
"I'm so sorry, Care. For everything." Bonnie apologized. "I was being selfish, and weak. I get that now. I didn't even realize how much I was hurting my best friend nor cared. I may have not shown it but I've missed you everyday and my stupid pride is what kept me from reaching out sooner. I know you don't owe me anything, not even your forgiveness or time but—but I want to make it up to you."
The temptation of blindly accepting her pleas was stronger than anticipated-maybe because Caroline was used to playing the bigger person role in every situation. But she kept her foot down—pulling her hand away to rest it on her side.
"I'm not breaking up with Klaus."
"I never expected you to. I've vilified every vampire in the world after what happened to my mom, including Klaus, and that wasn't fair. I see that now. Though I don't know if I'll ever truly be team Mikaelson any time soon or ever but...I am team you and it's been exhausting acting like I'm not. To be honest I don't care about him, okay? I just want to be in your life again, if you'll have me."
Caroline pressed her lips together nervously, feeling conflicted.
"Well Klaus is part of my life now." She clarified with crossed arms. "Being in mine would mean you have to accept that."
The hesitation was clear as day on Bonnie's face-her right eye slightly twitching- but Caroline wasn't budging.
For so long she's waited for this moment when Bonnie would run back to her—to have her friend back. Too long did she kid herself into believing it'd happen sooner than later but now with the opportunity presenting itself she felt indifferent.
She still loved Bonnie as the sister she never had but so much has happened the past few months. So much has changed, Caroline herself has changed. She was stronger, more secure and confident with her choices and prioritizing her well being. Created a new circle with minimal people involved but it was just enough to make her feel more supported and loved than the entourage she once had. She made an unlikely ally who demonstrated what it meant to be labeled a 'best friend'. She was loving and adjusting to this new, and better, version of herself and feared that accepting someone from her past back could tarnish all her progress.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" Bonnie blurted, interrupting the other girl's conflicted thoughts.
"Sundays are always the best brunch days and they bring out those cinnamon rolls you love so much. We can talk about anything or anyone you want. My treat."
-I do love those cinnamon rolls...
She at least appeared sincere, even if she brushed off the last condition. Caroline didn't want to let her guard down entirely but she couldn't deny how much she did miss her friend.
"Yeah, sure. I'm actually starving." The blonde nodded, with such a subtle smile.
The tension was obvious on both ends but they decided to power through, at least for a meal.
Caroline grabbed her towel from the rack and shower basket from the floor, exiting the room promptly before Bonnie could even respond.
Today was a 'catch up day' for most people—-with class assignments and stressful studies—-but for Klaus it was just a free day. The school wasn't always crowded on weekends due to most students visiting their homes. He managed to finish his schoolwork before the weekend so he had no dire obligations. While his friends slaved over essays, Klaus occupied himself with one of his first loves: his art. Caging himself in the school's art studio for hours drawing and painting whatever was on his mind or undead heart. His senior project was already completed so he had time to spare.
Now changed in his usual burgundy henley, signature necklaces and black jeans, Klaus sat on the stool while carefully painting red rose petals on the rest of the canvas. After the euphoric time shared with Caroline he was inspired—she always managed to do that—-and relaxed.
Caroline texted that she would be spending the morning to talk with Bonnie—-which he was suspicious of, so he figured might as well occupy this alone time with other creative activities.
His back suddenly stiffened, sitting in a stir hut posture on the wooden stool but his body remained still.
"Either you've completely lost your way around this school or you consider yourself an artist. For my own peace of mind, I hope it's the former." Klaus said, still facing away from the door as he sensed the presence behind him before they even entered the room.
The raven-haired werewolf emerged from the shield of the door, walking inside the room hesitantly.
"Looks like a blob of paint splattered everywhere. Is that what we call 'fine art' now?" Tyler observed, now leaning against the door frame to maintain a safe distance.
The corners of Klaus' lips twitched up into an amused smirk.
"Can't exactly say I'm surprised you of all people are incapable of grasping the concept of a simple landscape." He said as he continued his artistic work.
"Most of us weren't reading art history magazines like it was porn."
"What do you want, Lockwood?" Klaus asked exasperatedly, dropping his brush and turning towards him. "Last time we had a chat it ended in a brawl which I'm all for recreating if you're willing."
He loved the automatic annoyance washing over the werewolf's face. Klaus' arms folded and body leaning back on the table as he entertained himself with the fiery double ego.
"Please don't make me regret coming here, douchebag."
"You're the one who sought me out, prick." Klaus barked. "I've succeeded quite well with pretending your existence is obsolete."
He shook his head laughing. "You make wanting to be civil so difficult. I honestly don't get how she puts up with you."
"Ah, so this is about Caroline." Klaus smirked.
"Well she is the only thing we have in common after all, and don't worry I'm not trying to win her back or anything. Wouldn't succeed even if I wanted to."
"I wasn't worried." Klaus claimed nonchalantly.
Well...
Deep down he was, for the briefest moment. Would he ever admit how inferior he once felt towards the pathetic werewolf or the daily insecure voices in his head convincing him she'd go back to the boy who made everything for her easier? Absolutely not but he felt better about himself for overcoming it.
Tyler scoffed. "Me and her were crowned King and Queen last night, did you know that?"
Klaus' shoulders lifted in a careless matter.
"I've known Caroline for quite some time and through it all I noticed there was nothing she took pride in more than her status, and titles." He said. "She's been talking about the Homecoming dance for years, solidifying her stellar reputation of supreme witch. It was everything to her only to ditch it not even an hour in—to be with you."
The vampire's eyebrows raised, curious of where this was going.
"That's when it hit me, I guess." Tyler lightly scoffed. "How much she's changed in just these past couple of months. The way she values your relationship together over the reputation she's been building for herself for five years. When she didn't appear on that stage when her name was called to stand beside me, and your absence being just as obvious, it didn't take a genius. The reality hit...that she finally found something, someone she loved more."
Without even realizing it, now it was hitting Klaus too.
He rustled with his feet placement to emphasize his impatience.
"Full offense but I'm failing to see where I'm supposed to care about any of this." Klaus remarked.
Tyler sighed. "Despite everything I still care about Caroline a lot, and for some twisted reason she cares about you so just—just don't hurt her."
"I don't intend to."
"That's interesting, since I heard the reason you two broke was because you couldn't keep your greedy hand out of the redheaded cookie jar." Tyler recalled.
In an instant Tyler's backside was crushed against the wall, cracking the plaster, and Klaus' hand securely wrapped around his throat. Holding him up with one strong hand his feet dangled from the unswept floor. He squeezed tighter the more Tyler gasped in pain, oxygen and fear. Forced to stare into the demonic red hue of Klaus' eyes and double fangs awaiting a coating of blood.
"You better choose the next words very carefully." Klaus hissed, smirking as he brought Tyler down to ear level. "Because I don't give a damn who you are or what you meant to Caroline, I will gladly rip out your spleen and feast on it for lunch."
Tyler wiggled in place, dangling like a rag doll midair. Any attempt of breaking free with his own supernatural strength was unmatched and pointless—-which he finally conceded with a reluctant nod.
With that threat, Klaus let him go by throwing him across the room. The werewolf boy's body collided with the opposite wall, leaving large dents in both and ruining a row of blank canvas as he stumbled to the ground. Klaus dusted off his hands while watching Tyler struggle to get back on his feet. Coughing up blood while his supernatural healing slowly worked on his bruises and sore throat.
This wasn't how Klaus envisioned his morning, in fact he didn't plan on any violence for the day, but who was he not to accept an invitation?
"What the hell!" Tyler's insult muffled by his own blood.
Klaus wickedly grinned and hands thrown up in defense. "You started it, and just for the record, I will make good on that promise if you ever mention me and Caroline's personal affairs again."
"Point taken." Tyler wiped his mouth with his arm, trying to catch his breath as he found a comfortable stool to sit on.
"I do however find it odd that you're trying to preach to me about how I should be treating Caroline. Given how unhappy she was and with you calling her a 'whore' in front of the entire school and all." Klaus said casually to disguise his hidden anger.
He actually never let that go, now physically forcing himself from lunging forward in attack mode. The severe beating he inflicted that day in the cafeteria didn't make up for even a fraction of the rage he actually felt.
"I know how much of a dick I was to her, alright? I don't need a recap." Tyler groaned, sweeping his hand back through his hair frantically. "Look, I'm not denying that I handled our break up poorly or that I didn't say shit I regret. I know I did, but how was I supposed to react to finding out the girl I loved cheated on me with a murderous demon!"
Only briefly did Tyler's anger get the best of him and his fangs and darkened eyes were exposed but shook the fleeing away before Klaus could react.
The dark-haired boy took a deep breath followed by a dramatic exhale.
"Graduation is in about a month and a half. Most of us will go our separate ways and I doubt I'm ever going to see her again."
"Wishful thinking."
"More like definite thinking." Tyler said while taking a step forward. "I doubt you're going to stick around this small town longer than need be, and wherever you go I know she's going to follow."
Klaus felt his stomach drop and throat dry at the bold assumption. Of all the ways Tyler Lockwood could frustrate him with right now, this was a winner.
The future.
Made Klaus ill just thinking about it. Hadn't thought about his own in centuries.
He failed seeing the point in entertaining his fantasies that would never become reality—-teasing himself with visions of a better existence that would never be. The only thing that changed was the location. All around the world he was met with the same gore, promiscuous partners and misery. He never had anything or anyone to live for until a few months ago.
Neither Klaus nor Caroline had mentioned what they were going to do after graduation, their plans and so on. They never talked about the future yet. Klaus always figured he'd move back to London, maybe reside in Paris too for a while. All he knew was getting as far away from Whitmore as possible was the goal but everything was different now. Despite his own desires he couldn't be selfish with decisions anymore, forging himself to confront a dire question:
-Do you see yourself being able to live without her?
-Another day, another time.
"Let me guess, you haven't even gotten that far with her yet?" Tyler once again assumed.
"I'm starting to think I didn't throw you hard enough."
Tyler's lips pressed into a tight grin as he took another step forward, now directly standing directly in front of each other.
"Me and Caroline talked about it a lot, sharing a future together." Tyler commented. "We always expected to have a life together here in Whitmore after graduation. She held no hesitation from me on what she wanted, and I think it's because she knew she would never have to compromise herself by being with me. Even with us being two different species, she would never have to become another one in order to be with me. We could live as long and normal human life as possible. Something tells me both of you know, that's not realistic in your scenario."
Klaus physically tensed but fought it off just as quickly-not willing to give the arrogant werewolf the satisfaction. He stepped closer, still slightly taller in height which forced the other male to look up.
Tyler searched for the blue gems of Klaus' eyes like he was expecting to find an ounce of fear, or intimidation.
"And you're telling me all of this because..."
"I'll never understand what she sees in you. I'll never understand how she manages to look past everything you are and all you've done." Tyler remarked. "I'll never understand why she gave you her heart when it'd be so easy for you to rip it out."
Klaus opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the irritated werewolf.
"You're never going to give her the future she wants, or deserves." He continued. "The only way you two could ever have more is if you turn her into the same heartless monster that you are. An option she'll never go for, no matter how much she feels for you. Why put her in that position?"
Klaus's mouth closed and thoughts began to race.
"If you really care about her as much as you claim to, you'll cut your losses now and let her go."
Storing everything to the back of his mind for later, Klaus puffed his chest out for his defense.
"Maybe our relationship was never yours to understand." He shortened their gap more, increasing the intimidation as Tyler slightly stumbled back.
The vampire didn't hesitate invading his personal space.
"Forgive me if I'm not expressing my gratitude over your sudden 'protective and caring' ex-boyfriend act. I'm not a particularly forgiving person and I already despised you prior to the recent events. But if you think I'll ever show you, or anyone at this school grace after what you've put her through you're more of an arrogant prick than I already knew. The only reason your heart is still beating and legs are still moving is because of her. Be sure to remember that. And as for my potential future with Caroline, that will be discussed between me and her only. You don't have a say, and never did." His eyes as threatening as his words—practically getting off to the fear he was invoking in the young wolf.
But Tyler didn't object—with any crude remarks or backhand comments—-like for the first time, and only, he actually understood where Klaus was coming from. He was also in fear for his life.
After exchanging apprehensive glares, their eyes softened and Klaus leaned back against the table again—one ankle over the other. Slowly, Tyler picked up his backpack that was tossed to the floor midair during the assault, throwing it over his shoulder swiftly.
They stood there awkwardly—Tyler scratching the back of his neck while Klaus impatiently waited for him to leave.
-Am I going to have to throw him out the room too?
As quickly as he contemplated, the dark-haired boy pressed his lips together and nodded his head before making his highly anticipated departure.
Finally alone again, Klaus was able to exhale and gather his scattered thoughts.
No, he and Caroline haven't talked about their relationship post-graduation yet. Neither initiated the conversation, too consumed in their present, and it never seemed like such a focal point until knowing she planned one with Tyler Lockwood. Though it shouldn't have been as much of a shock, for Klaus it felt like a gloomy cloud hovering a sunny day.
A normal human life...
Was that what Caroline still wanted?
- But she said she loves you...
- A lot of people claim to feel one way but act the other.
His vibrating phone shook his right jeans' pocket, thankfully. He sighed, pulling it out and immediately wincing at the name 'Elijah' appearing on the screen—squeezing the phone in his grip but not enough to break.
- I can't have one good fuckin' morning, can I?
Each time Klaus caught any ounce of tranquility the other shoe would drop to bring him back to reality. Suddenly having counterproductive conversations with the Lockwood boy sounded like the world's greatest gift.
"Fuckin' hell." He cursed under his breath before eventually accepting the call. "Older brother, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
That ending...*shook face*
Happy and in-love klaroline are the best. I hope you all enjoy reading them like this as much as I fuckin enjoy writing them UGH! I appreciate and love reading all your reviews and am just as eager what you all have to say about this one, and what you think is coming up...LIKE THAT CLIFFHANGER. I love a good cliffhanger.
First intro to Elijah...what do you think he's calling about? (I'm soooo excited that we're at the point in the story of the Mikaelson family).
What do you think about the confrontations with Bonnie and Tyler? Do you think Caroline should just forgive Bonnie after months of the cold shoulder? Tyler now has Klaus thinking about post-graduation, his future and if he sees Caroline in his? Hm...what you think about that?
P.S. small detail change: Klaus' vampire eyes are now red instead of gold. I will be changing them in the previous chapters as well.
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