Notes: These kink list prompts are kind of like Tribbles, I keep getting more! But they're fun so here's a few more drabbles. All smut once again.
Making Electricity
(Prompt: #5 - Outdoors Sex + #19 Multiple Orgasms/Marathon Sex. Title from "Electric Feel" by MGMT. SMUT).
She's reeling as she leaves The Boardinghouse – and kind of pissed off. She hadn't been happy to receive Damon's summons in the first place - Caroline had a BioChem midterm tomorrow. She really didn't have time for whatever crisis of the week Damon was bent out of shape about, especially considering he was probably the one who instigated it.
Elena had insisted they go see what had happened, had deployed big worried eyes until she and Bonnie had caved.
Walking in she'd spied Stefan on the couch, brooding expression in place. Enzo had been there, but he'd looked amused. And Damon had a bottle dangling from his fingertips, was pacing the length of the living room.
Damon hadn't hedged, had dropped the bomb immediately.
And his news hadn't improved Caroline's mood.
Klaus was back.
It had been a year since she'd last seen him, a year and a half since The Originals had packed up and left Mystic Falls. Apparently he'd gotten belligerently drunk at The Grill last night, alerting Damon to his presence. Damon had taken it upon himself to skulk around Klaus' mansion, said that it didn't seem like Klaus had just returned.
It was on the outskirts of town, surrounded by woods, Damon pointed out. He could have been there for weeks and they never would have known.
Caroline had forced herself not to react, had listened to Damon drone on about getting to the bottom of things, sussing out threats. Blah, blah, blah. He'd pinned her with a look, his eyes calculating. Caroline had cut him off before he could attempt to issue an order.
"Sorry to interrupt your paranoia fest, but what exactly is the problem? Klaus is back, so what? Are we forgetting the last time he saved your ass, and didn't ask for anything in return? That's the closest thing to a truce you're ever going to get, Damon. Do you really want to piss him off?"
Uneasy looks had been exchanged, and eventually Elena had spoken. "Maybe if you…"
Caroline had stood abruptly, shaking her head. "Nope. No. My little blonde distraction days are over. You want to know something send someone else. Leave me out of it."
Stefan had tried next, He at least had the decency to look pained about it. "Caroline…"
She'd thrown up her hands, and turned on her heel, stalking out of the house muttering in disgust. Four vampires in that room, each with exceptional ears, and none of them had seemed to hear Caroline's very firm no.
Storming out had been her only option.
Taking a quick look around and finding the area deserted Caroline had sped away, behind the house, into the woods.
She wasn't going to go and pump Klaus for info at Damon's say so. But that didn't mean she didn't want answers.
He'd made her a promise, and he'd broken it.
Taking a deep breath, she heads in the direction of his house, flashing past the trees. She doesn't get very far, still a good mile away, when she skids to a stop, yelping out a curse at the sight of the large wolf in her path. Her heart races, and she takes a careful step back, eyes locked on it warily. It's huge, sandy colored, and its head tips to the side and studies her with something like interest in its blue eyes as she makes her careful retreat.
Caroline quickly realizes that it's totally not a wolf-wolf.
Tyler's long gone, and according to the app on her phone (old habits die hard) it's nowhere near the full moon. That leaves one option. Crossing her arms and tapping her foot Caroline forces a hard tone. "Hello, Klaus."
He approaches, slow measured steps, like he's worried about startling her.
She will not find that endearing.
He nudges her hand with his head, sits back down at her feet, peering up at her. "Don't try to be cute," she scolds him, feeling a little ridiculous. "I'm pissed. Would a 'Hey, Caroline. I'm back in town,' have killed you? I had things to do today and Damon called me away with a Code Red: the Big Bad is back."
He doesn't react for a moment and Caroline hears the distinct crack of a bone, sees him shudder as his head drops. She registers what he's doing, and turns around with a squeak, slapping her hand over her eyes.
More cracks follow, eventually a low human groan. Caroline waits to speak until she hears him get to his feet, "Please tell me you have pants stashed somewhere."
He laughs, "Afraid not, love. But come now, why so shy? It's nothing you've not seen before."
"I can't yell at you when you're naked!" Caroline sputters.
She jumps, when he speaks again, far closer than he had been. "Perhaps that's my evil plan. I note that you seem to be angry that I hadn't called you to announce my presence. Not that I am here at all."
She freezes, thinking back over her words. Ugh, he was right. She had said that. "Maybe I was getting there," she spits out defensively.
Caroline feels his warmth at her back, and he delicately shifts her hair over one shoulder. She hears him inhale, feels his exhalation against her skin. She can't stop the shiver. But he doesn't touch her. His tone is low, taunting and tempting, "Don't let me stop you, sweetheart."
"Why are you here?" she grits out.
"That's a bit of a long story. The witches of New Orleans thought to con me, force me to do their dirty work. I killed them. Had to leave, as their ancestors were getting to be a nuisance. Pity, because I do enjoy the city."
She's replying before she can think that maybe she shouldn't. "Yeah, I know."
"Ah, so you did get my message. I had wondered." He sounds pleased, and if she turned she's sure he'd be smirking smugly.
Caroline doesn't answer, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She forces a cheerful tone, "So what's the plan? I told Damon that you're probably not interested in any more pissing contests. Please tell me I'm not wrong."
"You are not. The Salvatores, the doppelganger. None of them interest me. And I find I'm not entirely certain of what I wish to do next. I've never lacked a goal before. I am at loose ends."
Caroline's eyes widen in shock, the fact that Klaus had just admitted he didn't know something flooring her. She whirls, wanting to see his face.
Completely forgetting about the whole naked situation.
Oops.
She makes a valiant effort not to look down. But she fails, her eyes falling, greedily taking in his pale skin, the stretch of it over the lean muscle and bone of his torso. The hair on his lower stomach, darker than the curls on his head. And lower…
Klaus shows not an ounce of shyness, there's not twitch of self-consciousness or an effort to cover himself from her (admittedly kind of leering, sue her) gaze
He looks every bit as good as she remembers and it's been way too long since she'd had sex. And he is leaving. Eventually. At which point Caroline can totally get back to her life, all those plans she still has for while she can still pass for human, when he does.
Given all that would anyone really blame her for throwing herself at him?
Probably, knowing her friends. But Caroline will worry about that later.
Klaus meets her hungrily when she crashes into him, open mouthed and eager, his hands immediately running under her shirt, seeking skin. Caroline finds herself on the ground, with no idea how she'd gotten there, but it quickly stops mattering. Klaus is sucking at her neck, nipping at her pulse point, his fingers racing up her thighs. Caroline's head tips back, digging into the ground as she moans.
She'd always kind of assumed they'd do this again someday. But she didn't think it would be so soon. And she'd kind of been hoping for a bed or at least somewhere where she didn't have to worry about rocks jabbing into her back.
He tears her shirt off, her bra following quickly. He teases her nipple with the point of his tongue just as his hand slips into her panties. Caroline's thighs drop open and she whines as he strokes over her slit, dipping a finger inside of her before he circles her clit. He plants a kiss between her breasts before he rears up, nudging her cheek with his, rasping his question into her ear. "How many times did you come for me last time, Caroline?"
Caroline swallows hard, licking her lips as she tries to think. His teeth catch her earlobe, the tiny lick of pain has her arching up into him. "F-five," she stutters out, staring unseeingly up at the forest canopy. Her hips are rolling, trying to direct the too light brushes of Klaus' fingers on her clit.
He hums against her skin, kissing her throat. "That's where we'll start. Five orgasms in the forest. We'll consider that one of our things, hmm? Then I'll take you to my bed. Followed by my shower."
A protest is on the tip of her tongue, her GPA nagging at her. But Klaus slips two fingers inside of her, his thumb rolling over her clit in smooth glides. His thrusts are rough, but his thumb remains delicate and the contrast leaves her panting, clawing at his back as she sobs out his name. She feels his fangs press lightly into her skin and Caroline hisses out a, "Yes," tipping her head to the side to give him more room.
She comes when he bites, keening sharply as her hips leave the ground. Klaus groans against her throat, tearing away her panties and working his cock inside of her while she's still coming, pushing past her fluttering muscles.
Caroline wraps her legs around him to pull him deeper, eyes rolling back when he starts to move. His teeth retract, and he laps at the wound, a low noise of satisfaction rumbling through him. "That's one," he grunts, picking up speed. One of his hands cradles her neck, the other going underneath her to wrap around her hips, and pull her up into him. "Drink, love," Klaus urges, drawing her mouth to his neck. "You need to heal, because we are far from done."
She feels her fangs drop, and she digs into his skin with a moan, drinking greedily. She shudders when his blood hits her tongue and the taste, something she's dreamed about, has her spiralling into another orgasm. Caroline quakes against him, wrapping her arms around his back, gasping for air.
He hasn't come, his cock hot and hard inside of her, and she clenches down and lets out a protesting whimper when he pulls out of her.
Klaus kisses her as she comes down, frantic and messy, blood on their tongues. "Two," Klaus mumbles against her lips. He moves swiftly down her body, pausing briefly to toy with her stiff nipples. Her skirt has been bunched up around her waist and it's the final victim of Klaus' destructive attack on her clothes, scraps of denim fluttering uselessly to the forest floor.
He was so lending her something to get back to school in. And buying her a new outfit.
Klaus' hands urge her thighs wide, pinning them open. She tenses, waiting for his mouth but he slows, breathes against where she's dripping. Caroline arches her back, uselessly, his grip easily keeping her from grinding up against him.
He kisses her folds, and then his mouth wanders over to her thigh. Caroline whimpers, reaches down to thread her fingers through his hair. "Klaus. Please," she begs, voice hoarse.
He smiles against her skin. "You're so lovely like this, Caroline. Flushed and wet and desperate for my touch. Tell me, have you thought of me? When you touch yourself, alone in your bed?"
Caroline's nodding, mindless, tugging his head towards her.
"Good," he murmurs. And it's impossible to be annoyed with how satisfied he sounds, because he sucks her clit into his mouth, rapid flicks of his tongue making her thighs twitch against his hands. She's so sensitive, her muscles pulled tight and need clawing at her nerves. Klaus doesn't let move and her climax builds up at a rapid pace. Caroline shouts when it hits her, pulling harshly at his hair.
She whines when he licks over her clit again, finding it almost too much. Klaus pulls back, and Caroline stares up at him, blinking and struggling for words. He grins down at her, and Caroline finds herself being turned, his hands arranging her on her hands and knees.
Klaus presses inside of her and begins to rock gently, the slick sounds audible as he moves. Caroline's head drops low, a long moan spilling from her as his hands stroke along her damp skin, his lips pressing hot kisses to her spine. The sensations are slower to overcome her this time, sneaking up, slow and achingly sweet. He starts to speak, and she distantly notes the slight shake, the tenseness in his frame along her spine. "You feel so good, love. Perfect around my cock. Come for me. Let me feel it."
He reaches under her, and it only takes a few touches of his finger, gentle swipes over her swollen clit, to have her gasping out his name, her shaking arms no longer able to hold her weight.
Klaus catches her, sitting up and wrapping an arm around her waist, letting her sprawl boneless across his lap. He circles his hips, still thick inside of her, one hand crawling up her belly to her breast. He tugs at her nipple, kisses her shoulder. "One more, love. Then you can have a little rest."
"This is ridiculous," Caroline breathes out, her head rolling back against his shoulder. One of her hands latches on to his forearm, nails digging in. She feels hazy, needs something to ground herself.
Klaus chuckles, the low sound vibrating through her. "Nonsense. You've done it before."
"In like six hours," Caroline protests weakly. But her hips are rolling against him, one of her hands joining his at her breast, chasing that final promised peak.
Klaus picks up speed, his own breaths coming faster. "You want it, Caroline," he mutters darkly. "You need it." Klaus lifts his wrist, letting it linger in front of her mouth. "Drink."
Caroline shakes her head, turning her head enough to get at his throat. She bites, letting out an ecstatic noise when his blood spills. It's messy, dripping onto his skin, rubbing into hers, the metallic scent intoxicating.
"Fuck," he groans. "Caroline…" The motions of his hips still as he shudders at her back, arms locking around her.
His hand drops to her clit, rubbing frantically, coaxing her into another climax. Her cry is sharp, her eyes squeezing shut. Caroline pants, her skin tingling, absently noting the soothing strokes of his hands along her sides.
His lips brush her shoulder, "Alright love?"
"Exhausted," she mumbles. "Did not know that was possible."
Klaus stands suddenly, lifting her easily and Caroline lets out a squeak. He sets her on her feet, steadying her as she finds her balance. His hands sift through her hair, picking out leaves. "Many things are possible, love. Are you coming home with me?"
Caroline narrows her eyes, "Are you going to tell me what really happened in New Orleans?"
Klaus smirks, his hands lingering on her skin. "If you'd like," he offers. "Later. After I've made good on a few more promises."
"Then yes," Caroline answers. She shakes her hair out, bends to quickly gather her clothes (just in case someone else came across them – that could get awkward) shoving them into her discarded purse.
The shakiness in her limbs is easing, perks of being a vampire. Klaus is still looking at her like he wants to devour her and she had always imagined them in a bed.
Why not find out just how good her imagination had been?
Finest Hour
(Prompt: #47 – Shaving Kink + AH-AU. Title from "Picture This" by Blondie. SMUT).
So watching Klaus shave? Not a thing Caroline had ever thought to consider a turn on. Such a routine little act. Utilitarian and necessary (because a little stubble was fine. Good even. That beard thing Klaus had tried last winter was not).
But maybe she should have.
She'd moved in with Klaus over the weekend, had taken the week off work to unpack, organize, claim a little space in his house.
Okay fine. It would probably end up being a lot of space. But they were engaged. That meant she was totally entitled.
Klaus has an interview for a promotion he really wants this morning, and Caroline had woken up when he'd rolled out of bed. She's fighting to stay awake, wants to wish him good luck, even though the bed is really warm and tempting and drifting back to sleep sounds amazing.
She's almost lost the struggle when the door to the bathroom creaks open, nudging her back into awareness. Caroline rolls over and stretches. Puffs of steam obscure Klaus, and when they dissipate he's paying her no mind, leaning into the mirror and lathering on shaving cream.
She takes a second to enjoy the view. Klaus' bare torso, dotted with beads of water, the towel sitting low on his hips – all worthy of a little visual appreciation.
It kind of made her wish he didn't have somewhere pressing to be, a trickle of heat thrumming through her. She could go for some hands on appreciating right about now.
Caroline realizes she's never seen him do this. Klaus doesn't shave every day and pre cohabitation they'd usually stayed at her place (because Caroline always felt super guilty about leaving her cat, Beau, to fend for himself). The bathroom at her apartment had been tiny, not built for two people. They'd usually rushed through their morning routines separately, sharing coffee and the newspaper before dashing out the door.
But she could get used to this.
Caroline's always been a big fan of Klaus' hands, beginning back at school when he hung out at the coffee shop she waited tables at, camping out and sketching for hours. He'd started leaving her drawings, of her, other customers, the view of the street from the window. She still had most of them. They started talking, he asked her out. And now here they were, five years later, regularly arguing over wedding decisions.
His hands have touched every inch of her body. Watching him shave, is a reminder of that. Of what they can do to her. Klaus is intent and careful, his long fingers wrapped delicately around his razor. He scraped away the cream slowly, revealing smooth skin. She knew the strength of his hands, the callouses on his fingers, his ability to tease and torture her with careful strokes and light pinches until she was a mess of need and sensation.
Tearing her eyes away she reaches over to the nightstand, fumbling for her phone. Biting her lip as she contemplates the time, Caroline decides that she has enough. Flipping the covers off of her she slides out of bed, discarding her sleep shorts and tank as she walks towards the bathroom.
She slips in behind Klaus, kissing his shoulder and running her hands down his chest. He stiffens slightly, when she presses her breasts into his back, more when she slips her fingers underneath the edge of his towel. She watches his eyes close briefly, the clear regret in his expression as he meets her eyes in the mirror. "Love, believe me when I say I hate to say this but I don't have time."
Caroline grins, leans up to plant a kiss below his ear on the side he's already done, dragging her lips across his skin. A quick pull of her fingers has the towel dropping to their feet. "Sure we do. You're just going to have to multitask."
She strokes his cock with light fingertips, feeling it twitch into awareness. "Love," Klaus grumbles, but he makes no move to push her hand away.
"Shh. Let me take care of you," Caroline murmurs, scratching lightly over his abs with her free hand. His muscles flex underneath her touch, his length thickening under her teasing strokes. She wraps her hand around his cock before he can attempt another protest, and Klaus braces a hand on the counter, groaning as she tightens her grip. She rests her forehead against his shoulder, her fist pulling at him lazily as his breaths grow heavy. He's swaying with her movements, and Caroline nips at his skin. "Shave, Klaus. You don't want to be late."
A ragged exhale and he straightens, bringing the razor back up to his chin. She keeps her movements easy, so she doesn't jostle him. She's not sure he'd thank her, the slow build leaving him tense. "I watched you," she confesses quietly. "When you opened the door. I don't know why it's so hot, but I needed to touch you."
He grunts when she runs her thumb over the head of his cock, rubbing along the underside on her next down stroke. His movements with the razor hasten, and Caroline watches avidly as he finishes up. The razor clatters into the sink and Caroline pulls her hand away, stepping back. Klaus makes a noise of protest. "Turn around," she urges him, dropping to her knees.
He does so quickly, leaning back against the sink, jaw locked. There's a faint flush high on his cheeks and Caroline flashes him a grin as she runs her hands up his taut thighs, reaching under to toy with his balls. Klaus' legs widen, his head falling back as he moans. His hands lock onto the counter, knuckles turning white. She kisses the tip of his cock, flicks her tongue out to taste the bead of precum that rests there.
"Caroline," he grits out, hoarse and needy.
She wraps her lips around him in response, sucking lightly for a moment before pulling back to run her tongue along him. She takes her time, teasing him, until he looks down at her, eyes hazy and dark. His lips are wet, parted as he draws in air. She draws his cock back into her mouth, taking him deeper, humming as she pulls back. Klaus curses, and Caroline does it again, tightening her grip on what she can't fit into her mouth.
She picks up speed, sucking harder, applying the slightest touch of teeth where she knows he likes it. Klaus begins to shudder, and the next time he says her name there's a note of warning in it. Caroline pulls back, moving her hand over the slick skin of his cock rapidly, until he groans harshly and spills across her breasts.
He'd confessed that he liked it, once upon a time. And it wasn't always practical, but Caroline figured the shower was right there so why not?
She darts her tongue out, licking up the fluid that still clings to him and the noise he makes is highly satisfying, leaves her thighs clenching together. Caroline stands when she's done, leans into kiss him lightly. She buries her nose in his throat for a second, takes a minute to enjoy the scent of his skin, before she pulls back, patting his stomach. "Go. Get dressed. You don't want to be late, right?
He looks a little dazed, and it's kind of endearing. Klaus clears his throat, "Don't you need…"
"To get off?" Caroline continues bluntly. She switches their position, leaning against the counter, parting her thighs. Klaus' eyes track down, and Caroline lets her hand wander down her stomach. "I will. When you're gone. You can make it up to me later."
He reaches for her, grazes her thigh but Caroline stops him, shaking her head as she brings her fingers to her clit. She sighs as she traces a lazy circle, "Klaus. Seriously. As much as I want you to you really don't have time."
He's watching her touch herself longingly, hands balled into fists. "This is incredibly unfair, Caroline. How am I supposed to concentrate?"
Caroline laughs, and it comes out strained as she slips two fingers inside of herself, head tipping back against the mirror as she eases them in deeper. She begins to move them, fighting to answer Klaus' question. Concentration wasn't only his problem. "Tell you what," she offers. "Text me when your interview's done and I'll make it worth your while."
Klaus still looks torn, but Caroline brings her leg up, nudging his knee with her toes, "Go. I mean it. Or no dirty pictures for you."
He leaves, muttering under his breath. Vague threats about making her pay that Caroline really hopes he follows through on.
His headboard was much more conducive to bondage than hers was.
He texts her two hours later to tell her that the interview went very well. And isn't it time for a little quid pro quo?
Caroline hadn't bothered to get dressed after she'd showered. And she doesn't get much unpacking done, busy taunting Klaus with snaps of her in various compromising positions around the house.
She doesn't think he really minds.
And hey, she does have all week.
Start Living Dangerously
(#55 - Water/Rain/Ocean + #59 t Wall!Sex or other sex standing up + AH-AU with Klaus & Caroline having sex in the ocean. When they're ready to head back to land, Caroline realizes her bikini bottom has floated away. "Cake By The Ocean" by DNCE. SMUT).
"Stop staring at me," Caroline demands, feeling Klaus' eyes on her.
Again.
For the fifty-sixth billionth time.
Kol had conveniently neglected to mention that his older brother was already at his family's beach house when he'd invited Caroline and a couple of their other friends out for the long weekend. It wouldn't have been a problem, except for the fact that she was kind of acting as a fifth wheel and so she'd gotten stuck with Klaus' company more often than not.
Like right now.
All of her friends were occupied (and Caroline wished brain bleach was a thing so she could scrub the noises she'd heard from her memory) so she'd quickly thrown on a bikini, grabbed her sunblock and headed far away from the house.
She'd gone down to the ocean, tied her floating chair off to the dock, and had been content to spend an afternoon lazing in the sun. But, like a bad penny, Klaus had shown up quickly and followed her example. Caroline had lifted her sunglasses up long enough to glare at him but had settled back down without saying anything. Technically she was a guest and it was his house. Telling him to beat it would have been rude.
He's been quiet for a while and Caroline had almost relaxed. Until she felt him looking at her.
"A question, sweetheart," Klaus asks. "Exactly how long are you planning on loathing me for?
"How long are you planning on living for?" Caroline shoots back sweetly.
He makes a low noise of amusement. "I did apologize, you know. For the circumstances of our first meeting."
"You mean when you used me to get your clingy girlfriend to break up with you? And she threw a drink at me? And embarrassed me in front of your entire family? And because of that your sister only refers to me as 'that home-wrecking tart?'"
He'd approached her, looking unfairly delicious in a perfectly tailored tux, muttered something about playing along before his hands had delved into her hair and he'd kissed her.
Really kissed her.
It had been movie worthy. Caroline had practically been able to hear music swelling in the background as she'd clung to his lapels and tried to keep up with the hot strokes of his tongue.
And then she'd been wrenched away, only to be soaked with a glass of champagne and screeched at by a diminutive redhead. Ordinarily Caroline would have squished her like a bug but she'd been disoriented, her skin tingling and his taste in her mouth.
Kol had eventually swept her away, hustling her to a back hallway and away from all the gaping people. He'd barely held his laughter in, telling her that she was supposed to be his fake date, and that making out with his brother really wasn't going to endear her to her fake future in laws.
"Yes, those circumstances," Klaus replies blandly. "I honestly thought that Kol had paid you. I'm still shocked that he's managed to make a female friend who's not a complete airhead."
"Because that makes it so much better?" Caroline asks in disbelief.
Klaus sighs, and pushes off from the dock, his chair bumping in to hers. "I am sincerely sorry, Caroline. I was desperate. I'd tried breaking up with Aurora half a dozen times but she kept showing up at my apartment. Even after I changed the locks. I had to have security ban her from the building I work at. I couldn't go to any of my favorite places because she just kept popping up. I just sort of acted."
He appears so earnest, looking at her intently, and Caroline feels herself wavering. She'd dealt with a stage five clinger or two herself, and done a thing or two she wasn't proud of to shake them off. Blowing out a breath she nods grudgingly, "Fine. Fine! I will try to let it go. But don't piss me off again."
A tiny smirk pulls at the corner of Klaus' mouth, dimple carving into his cheek. "I solemnly swear," he tells her, resting a hand over his heart. "Now, tell me about this girl my brother's dating. Do you like her?"
Ugh, Caroline totally didn't. She debates telling the truth, pulling out some bland lie about not knowing the other woman well. But Klaus' eyes are knowing, and she senses he wouldn't buy it.
Oh well. It's not like Kol's relationships ever lasted very long anyway.
They talk for hours. And she kind of hates to admit it but Klaus really isn't that bad. Smart, observant. Dryly funny. A little arrogant, and kind of a snob, but Caroline wasn't about to claim to be perfect.
The sun's dipped low, the temp dropping slightly. Caroline's stomach growls and Klaus laughs. "Sounds like a hint. My parents are awful, but they'd be ashamed if I let a guest starve. Whatever would other people think?"
"It must be close to dinner time. Fingers crossed someone emerged from a bedroom long enough to get it going." Caroline reaches out to grasp the rope, intending to pull herself to the dock. But it's not where she'd expected it to be and she leans a touch too far, tipping her chair and going into the water with a short shriek.
She stays under for a moment, mentally berating herself for her complete and total lack of smoothness. Caroline pushes her hair away from her face when she surfaces, notes Klaus' lips are tightly pressed together, his shoulders shaking as he tries to keep his laughter in.
Well, that just won't do.
She moves quickly, grabbing the edge of his chair and tipping it over. Let's out a laugh of her own at the splash he makes. Klaus' head breaks the water quickly and he shakes his head in feigned regret, "You shouldn't have done that, love."
Right before his arm sweeps out, and a wave of water hits her in the face.
She doesn't even think about it before she launches herself at him. Caroline clutches his shoulders, lifts herself up to try and push him down. Klaus resists, trying to squirm away but Caroline locks her legs around his torso. She throws herself to the side, manages to take him down with her, and they grapple underwater, each trying to come out on top.
Caroline begins to think that this is a very bad idea.
She's wearing like a foot of fabric, tops. He's naked from the waist up. There's a lot of his skin sliding against a lot of hers and she feels herself start to react, pulse picking up due to more than just exertion. His hands span her thighs, sliding up, trying to peel her off of him and Caroline squeezes him tighter, refusing to be moved. She chokes out a moan when their bodies align, his cock grinding up against her. The two thin pieces of fabric between them do little to hide the fact that he's every bit as affected as she is. She does it again, purposefully, slicking her hand up his back and into his hair.
Klaus's body jolts at the pressure, a groan rumbling through him, and he kicks off the ocean floor, bringing them above the water line. Caroline pants, trying to catch her breath. She knows her eyes are wide, and Klaus is no better. He brings his hand around her neck, draws her closer. The pressure is light, she could easily pull away. He looks up at her questioningly, thumb rubbing circles against her skin.
She kisses him first this time, slanting her mouth over his and burying a hand in his wet curls, tipping his head back as licks inside his mouth. Klaus pulls her closer, so there's not a hint of space between their wet torsos, crushing her breasts to his chest. Her hips move without her permission, rocking against him seeking more friction.
Klaus hand reaches down, slips into her bikini bottom, palming her ass and pulling her harder against him.
Caroline's running out of air, she rips her mouth from hers and tips her head back, starring up and trying to get her breathing under control. Klaus' mouth stays on her skin, hot on her throat and then lower. He hitches her up and shoves one of the triangles that covers her breast to the side when it gets in his way, mouth wrapping around her nipple. Caroline moans, arches backwards and Klaus sucks harder, nibbling delicately with his teeth.
"Off," he mutters, tugging at the strings.
Caroline feels it loosen, is immediately distracted as he switches sides. "Klaus," she pants, clawing at his shoulders for support.
He hums against her nipple and spins them, boosting her up on to the dock in one swift motion. He attacks the ties at her hips, making swift work of her bikini bottom. He urges her thighs apart as his mouth dips, running along her folds before he parts her with his fingertips. Caroline squirms under his heated gaze. He looks up at her as his tongue meets her clit, circling it maddeningly slowly. She shudders, leaning back and holding her weight up with her palms.
Klaus grins, a bright flash of teeth in under the darkening sky, and then he's no longer teasing, his lips worrying her clit as his fingers press inside of her, hooking and searching until he finds the spot that rips a moan from her.
She falls back when her arms get weak, the cold wet planks at her back barely noticeable. He hooks her leg over his shoulder and the strokes of his tongue roughen with the quickening pace of his fingers. Caroline's toes curl, her thighs trembling, her muscles locking in anticipation. He holds her there on the edge until she can't take it anymore, her hands scratching uselessly at the wood. She cries his name, pleading and frustrated and he gives her the final push she'd needed, flicking over her clit in rapid strokes and she shouts his name once more as she shakes through her climax.
Relaxing is gradual, the tension in her limbs slow to dissipate. Klaus kisses down her thigh, nips at the inside of her knee. Caroline jolts, heaving herself up on her elbows to glare down at him. He smirks back, no trace of repentance in his features. He glances away from her, and his brows furrow, and then she hears a few faint splashes. "Shit," Klaus mutters, pushing himself back from the dock, glancing around him frantically.
Caroline pushes herself up, crossing an arm over her breasts. "What?" she asks, beginning to worry. He'd seemed totally onboard with what they'd been doing, enthusiastic even, so she can't imagine what's the matter.
He runs a hand through his hair, face twisting in chagrin, "I think I lost your bikini, love."
"What?" she squeaks, leaning over the edge, scanning the water lapping at the dock. "How?"
"I wasn't exactly thinking straight," Klaus defends weakly. "I meant to set it on the dock but I think I might have flung it in the water? Heat of the moment, gorgeous fascinating girl all spread out before me. You know."
She's slightly mollified by the compliment. "Everyone will know, Klaus. If I go strolling up wrapped in nothing but a towel."
He shakes his head scornfully, "And? I've been horrifically obvious about the fact that I fancy you, Caroline. Kol's been taking bets."
"He what?" she repeats shrilly. When she got her hands on him…
Klaus sets his hands on her knees, drawing her attention back to him. "I'll gladly help you maim him later, love. Perhaps after we go into town for dinner?"
His eyes are bright, hopeful. Caroline finds she really wants to say yes. Wants to talk to him some more. And then maybe continue exploring their chemistry in a more comfortable location.
Everyone else was getting laid. She totally deserved it.
"I pick the place," she tells him. "I do not share dessert. And you totally owe me a new bikini. Those things are expensive."
A Touch of You
(Prompt: #28 – Fuck or Die/Sex Pollen + #24 Bondage/restraints. Title from "Taste" by Lorna Vallings. SMUT).
The insistent knocking at her door in the middle of the night? Not welcome. Throwing it open, Caroline's ready to snarl insults and/or eat whoever dared interrupt her beauty sleep. She's taken aback when she finds Kol Mikaelson grinning on the other side. Although frankly he was even less welcome than the knocking.
She couldn't eat him. And she'd never interacted with Kol much – he'd been resurrected a couple of years after Klaus had left Mystic Falls – but she knew he was volatile. He might be amused if she'd thrown out something derogatory or he might have just ripped out a vital organ for funsies. Her occasional meet ups with Klaus (if you used a loose definition of 'occasional' since they happened almost annually at this point) were always (thankfully!) sans the other Mikaelsons. Caroline's not certain why Kol is here right now.
"Can I help you?" she asks warily.
His grin widens, and his eyes wander down her body appreciatively. Caroline really regrets not grabbing a robe. He heaves a loud, exaggerated sigh. "Oh, I'm quite certain that you could. But it's Nik that'll be needing your help."
Caroline stiffens, alarm bells ringing. She'd seen Klaus just over a week ago and he'd been perfectly fine. She always made herself wait awhile before shooting him an email or a text after one of their whirlwind tours of a city slash sex marathons.
All the better to convince herself that the thing with Klaus was casual. That she didn't actually have some big messy feelings lingering somewhere.
Her racing heart, the adrenaline that floods her upon hearing that something might be seriously wrong with him, makes it pretty clear that she's a big fat liar. But now's not the time to dwell on that. "What happened?" she asks urgently, stepping out into the hallway. "Where is he?"
Kol doesn't seem to be in a hurry, if anything his eyes light up with something like glee. "He killed the wrong witch. Her sister weaved a very interesting spell and we're reasonably certain that you're the only one that can break it. Now, Bekah got a little impatient while we were torturing her and she died. Rather unfortunate, and set us back. I think I found the spell she used in one of her grimoires. If my Lombardic is accurate, and I sifted through the drivel correctly, 'the one most often in his thoughts is the only relief.' You're the only person who can break the spell and relive the miserable agony Nik's living with at the moment."
Caroline's mouth drops open and she turns to hurry into her apartment, making a beeline for the closet where she keeps her suitcase. "Miserable agony?'" she repeats, wincing at her own shrillness. "And you didn't think to open with that? How far away is he? What does he need? Some blood?"
Kol's followed her in, is peering around her place with great interest. He laughs loudly when she finishes, throwing himself on to her couch, propping his feet up on her coffee table. "'Fraid it's not quite that simple, darling."
Caroline glares at him, hands on her hips, 100% done with his hedging and his amusement. "Kol. Spit it out. How am I supposed to break the spell?"
He makes a show of attempting to sober, leaning back and lacing his hands together behind his head, "Nothing you've not done before, don't you worry your pretty little head."
Ugh, annoyingly cryptic, of course. "What does that even mean?" she presses.
"Just that Nik takes these mysterious little trips occasionally. They have an interesting effect on his mood. He's downright bearable, for a good week before he leaves and two or three once he returns. That trickles away. He gets moody for a bit, glares at his phone like it's done something offensive. A brief bust of a good mood again, and then he's mostly back to normal. Until just before he takes another trip."
Caroline fights not to fidget under Kol's knowing gaze. "Still doesn't tell me what I need to do."
Kol leans forward, his giddiness almost palpable. "It's sex magic, sweet Caroline. Nik's hexed. Burning need, no outlet. We tried to throw a human at him but obviously that didn't end well. An old vampire friend survived, barely, but didn't help one jot. That's why I was sent to find you. Elijah and Bekah have their hands full, trying to keep Nik contained. We had plenty of practice, back when he killed The Five but it's a mite more difficult now."
Caroline can feel that her mouth has fallen open, and that it's moving, but no words are forming. She knows she probably looks like an idiot but it's kind of a lot to process. "I'm sorry, but what? Are you saying I have to have sex with Klaus to break a spell? Like, that's an actual thing that a witch did?"
Any attempt at seriousness falls away as Kol begins to laugh again. "Isn't it wonderful? You've got to give the woman points for creativity, bless her poor dead soul. Now, Nik doesn't know I've been sent to collect you, he was a bit miffed that we all seemed to know about your little dalliances. Thinks he's ever so much cleverer than the rest of us, you know. Bekah told me to snap your neck and stuff you in a trunk but I thought I'd try to do things all civilized-like."
Caroline rolls her eyes, "Gee, thanks."
"Welcome," Kol returns easily. "Now, time's a ticking. Shouldn't you get packing? You'll likely not need much for clothing, but women are so odd about that sort of thing."
She only hesitates for a second before she nods, and hurries into her room. It's a weird situation and totally breaks Caroline's own rules about spacing her visits with Klaus apart (but, once upon a time, she'd limited herself to once every five years and hadn't that dwindled quickly?) but he needs her help.
She's positive he'd do the same for her.
Caroline's nervous as she trails behind Kol. He'd mostly left her alone on the plane, content to pester the flight attendants. He'd been laying the innuendo on thick ever since they'd landed and she'd done her best to tune him out.
And now he's leading her to Klaus' bedroom. She only half listens to him as he casually assures her that they've had it sound proofed so she didn't need to worry about keeping it down, that Elijah had kindly tossed Klaus in the shower about an hour ago so he'd be 'fresh as a daisy for you, darling' and that the room was well stocked with blood so she and Klaus should be fine for at least a week.
Caroline clenches her teeth together to refrain from blurting out a question about timelines here. Surely this thing couldn't last that long? She'd once spent nearly two days in bed with Klaus, a storm making venturing outside their hotel inadvisable. Contemplating a week is daunting. And maybe a teeny bit intriguing.
Kol stops in front of a door, barging into a room before Caroline can tell him to give her a minute (to be able to mentally prepare a little would be nice!) and strolling in. He throws her a curious look over his shoulder when she doesn't follow him, "Now, now. Don't be nervous. Nik had been hoarding all sorts of nifty little trinkets. He won't bite. Can't bite."
Furrowing her eyebrows at that odd statement Caroline tentatively steps into the room. And almost swallows her tongue when she sees what Kol had meant.
Klaus is stretched out on the bed, clearly naked and covered by a sheet, his arms splayed out over his head. His wrists are wrapped in heavy metal cuffs, connected by a metal bar. The whole set up's a steely grey color, and Caroline can just make out symbols scratched into the metal's surface. His skin is flushed, slightly damp and his eyes are closed. His breathing appears labored and the thin sheet is doing little to hide his erection.
Caroline tries not to look directly at it, but its right there.
Kol's voice drops conspiratorially, "An invention of our dear fathers, apparently. I do wish I could ask him to point me in the direction of the witch who spelled those. He can't break out of them and the bar won't move much from where it's rested." Caroline knows the whisper is just Kol being a troll since Klaus and Elijah (calmly sitting at the bedside, tapping away at a tablet in his typically immaculate suit – which was almost the weirdest part of the whole tableau) can hear him perfectly well.
Klaus' eyes snap open and lock on her, his arms straining against his bonds, the muscles in sharp relief. He wets his lips, and rasps out her name. There's need there, heavy and apparent, but also a note of apology, a tinge of shame. Caroline shakes her head but Elijah rises before she can say anything, drawing her attention.
Another Original she's not entirely sure how to deal with. Elena had liked him but Elena was also Damon's number one fan so her taste in people was questionable.
"Caroline Forbes," he says formally, holding his hand out. "I regret we meet again under these circumstances."
She lets out a nervous laugh, and shakes his hand. "Yeah. They're a little… different."
Elijah's eyes drift upwards, his expression reading exasperation, "I'm afraid there's little end to the unfortunate scenarios my younger siblings manage to find themselves enmeshed in." His gaze shifts to Kol, turning hard and measuring, "I assume Kol behaved himself?"
Caroline considers her answer, probably for a beat too long if the angry growl-y noise Klaus lets out is anything to go by. "He was fine!" she rushes, sneaking another peek in Klaus' direction. "Really. I came totally voluntarily," she assures him. Because a couple of perv-y remarks wasn't worth Kol getting a dagger in his heart. She did owe him one for not following Rebekah's advice. As nervous as Caroline is it would have been way more awkward to have been dumped into this situation without preparation. Klaus relaxes just the tiniest bit, head resting back on the pillows.
"I am glad to hear it," Elijah says. "And now Kol and I will take our leave. If you need anything just open the door. We'll send a maid along."
Caroline stutters out a thanks, her hands wringing together anxiously as they leave, Kol shooting her one last leer for good measure, before the door snaps shut. She takes a deep breath and approaches the bed. "Hi," she manages. She fidgets for a moment before she perches on the side of it, keeping her eyes trained on Klaus' face. "How are you?" she asks, trying not to visibly cringe at what an idiotic thing that was to say.
Klaus' laugh is strained and rusty sounding, "I've been better, love."
"I'll bet." Caroline bites her lip and marshals her courage. She had questions, obviously. But she hadn't been willing to as Kol for answers, hadn't trusted him to give her solid, factual, ones either. "Tell me what you need, Klaus."
"Did Kol not…"
Caroline cuts him off with a wave of her hand, "Something about a witch and sex magic and needing a specific, me-shaped, partner for the spell to be broken."
Klaus swallows hard. "That is the gist of it. I need to come. I need you to make me come."
"Because you just got back from seeing me?" Caroline asks, unsure of why she needs to know the answer. "That's why I was on your mind?"
Klaus smirks and it seems like a taunt. "We both know that the timing has nothing to do with it. That I think of you often. But, if that's what you'd like to believe, to maintain your little bubble of denial, I won't stop you."
"Should you really be so condescending right now?" Caroline asks incredulously, letting her eyes linger on his straining form.
Klaus says nothing, merely shifts his shoulders in what she imagines is supposed to be a shrug. The clank of metal, his cuffs scraping against the bed frame, reminds Caroline to get back on topic. He might be a dick, but she'd always known that. And she was long since passed a point where she really wanted him to suffer.
She clears her throat, asks the next question that had been on her list, "Come how?"
"I don't think it matters. In your hand, or your mouth, with my cock buried inside of you. All will do the trick."
"How long?"
"That I'm not entirely certain of. There was no indication that she'd never actually performed this particular bit of magic."
"Lucky you being the guinea pig," Caroline mutters, pushing herself to her feet. She shrugs off her jacket and wriggles out of her leggings and socks. Klaus' intake of air is sharp and audible and she climbs on to the bed.
"Take the rest of it off," he demands, eyes hot on her still clothed breasts.
Caroline lifts an eyebrow as she knee walks closer, reaching out to lightly scrape her nail over his stomach, just above where the sheet rests. He arches up into the touch, eyes drifting closed. "You're awfully bossy for a guy who's tied up," Caroline muses teasingly.
"Caroline," he grits out, and she can hear the thread of pain he's trying to hide.
She softens, throws her tank top aside before she tugs the sheet down, baring him fully. "I know," she says gently, running a fingertip up his cock. It looks painful, flushed a deep red and leaking profusely and Caroline remembers that he's been like this for close to fourteen hours. His jaw clenches tight and he hisses when she wraps her hand around him. She strokes him firmly, adds her other hand immediately, letting them work in tandem. Caroline shifts so she can kneel between his legs. Klaus' moan is one part relief, one part arousal, and his hips roll with her motions, the lean muscles in his abs tensing. She looks up curiously, "Is this okay?"
He nods frantically, spots of gold bleeding into the blue of his eyes, "It's good," he breathes, "I'm going to… fuck." Klaus comes, all over her hands, a string of guttural curse words falling from his lips. He breathes raggedly but he doesn't soften.
Caroline's eyes widen, taking that in, and she wipes her hands on the sheets. "Kol said that you couldn't come before. But you just did. So… is that a good sign?"
"Yes," Klaus pants out.
"Oh. Good."
Klaus chuckles, "In case I forget to say it later, thank you, Caroline."
"Welcome. Let's not pretend that I'm not going to be getting something here. Just, you know, later." She's a little aroused, the sight of Klaus bound and debauched looking had sent the first stirrings through her (maybe a fantasy she drew on from time to time). Touching him, feeling him tremble under her hands had pushed her a little further. But she definitely still needs to catch up if she wants him inside of her.
Caroline gathers her hair over one shoulder and bends, settling her hands on Klaus' hips. He tenses, a shudder wracking his body. She lets his cock brush her lips, parting them and sucking lightly, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him in deeper. Klaus is louder than he usually is, but she chalks that up to his frayed control. She flicks her eyes up to watch Klaus' face as she works him over, sucking hard and humming around his length. It's not the first time she's done this, not by a long shot, and she kind of misses his hands in her hair, the little tug of his tightening fingers when she hits someplace especially sensitive.
His eyes are heavy lidded, and he's watching her right back, chest heaving and fingers locked tight around the bar that connects his wrists. Caroline pulls back, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She shoots Klaus a smirk as she removes her bra, before she lowers her mouth back to him. She blows against him, and his thighs twitch when the cool air hits his wet cock before sucking him back into her mouth. She takes him as deep as she can, swallowing around him and stroking what remains firmly. Klaus grunts, hoarse and strained, "Caroline, I'm…"
He was always good about the warnings.
She doesn't pull back, quickens her pace. Klaus is soon groaning out her name, neck arched and the cords of his throat pulled tight. She swallows rapidly, and pulls off his length with an audible pop. Caroline crawls up his body and nips at his collarbone, kissing just under his stubbled jaw before brushing her lips over his. He's slow to kiss her back, and she takes that as a compliment. He moans a little when her tongue dips into his mouth, sucking on it eagerly.
She pulls back and sits up, notes that his cock is still solid and ready where it's pressed against her ass.
Yeah, this was definitely going to take a while.
"Any better?" she asks him, setting her hands on his chest and letting them wander. She grazes his nipple with her nail as she rocks against his stomach lightly, teasing herself a little bit. Watching him come apart under her mouth has always kind of turned her on and the lace is of her panties is soaked. The slide of it between their bodies is nice and Klaus kindly shifts up, moving with her and making it even better.
"A little," he allows, eyes locked on her swaying breasts. "The ache is not quite so sharp, though that could just be because I know it can be relieved."
Caroline absorbs that, wonders if it means he'd thought she wouldn't come.
They'll definitely have to address that, once he's back to normal.
But in the meantime her body's throbbing, needing more than just the light friction she's getting against her clit. Caroline shifts back, pushing her panties aside and aligning the tip of him with her entrance. She sinks down, taking him easily, throwing her head back and releasing a moan of her own when he's buried inside of her. She hasn't had time to forget just how good he feels, the delicious stretch of her muscles around him. Not that she ever really does.
Klaus' satisfied noise echoes hers, but his voice stills her before she can start to move. "Take them off?" he repeats, glancing down at her panties. "You'll need to touch your clit, make yourself come. I want to watch."
It's phrased like a question this time so Caroline doesn't debate before she does what he's asked, ripping them away and tossing them aside. She plants a hand on his abs for leverage, sliding up off of his cock slowly before dropping back down, swiveling her hips as she does. "This won't take long," Klaus warns her, tone tight and strained.
Caroline nods, lets her free hand roll her nipple for a minute before she lets it drop and rub at her clit. "Don't care," she murmurs. She won't need much, sweat gathering at the base of her spine as her body tenses. Her thighs are just beginning to shake, the burn as she moves a welcome distraction. "It's not like I don't already know you can whip out ridiculous stamina when you want to. Or when you just want to torture me."
Klaus smirks, and begins to move with her, rolling his hips up, perfectly timed with her down strokes. Caroline speeds up and soon it's rough and messy, the clash of their hips frantic and needy. Klaus stiffens as he comes again and her fingers fly over her clit as her climax sneaks up on her. Caroline cries out his name as she collapses onto his chest.
She drops idle kisses on his skin, darting out her tongue to taste occasionally. Caroline gives herself a minute to enjoy his skin against hers (once again missing his hands. Klaus didn't seem like a snuggler but he was actually really good at it) before she heaves herself up. Notes that he's still hard, even though she can feel that he's come, the slickness spilling down her thighs a dead giveaway. Caroline shakes her head, leans up to kiss him again. He hums into her mouth, strives to deepen it immediately. Caroline pulls back, begins a slow grind against him, arching her back to make the most of the angle. "I thought Kol was exaggerating about needing a week but maybe he wasn't."
Klaus doesn't say anything, but he looks vaguely apologetic.
She squeezes his thigh, hopes he takes it as reassurance. "I hope the cuffs can come off at some point. I like how you look like this, believe me. Would be totally down for trying it again but we're kind of limited in positions."
Caroline suspects Klaus had copped to having the cuffs, something that could contain him, when he'd found out she was coming. That he hadn't wanted to hurt her like he had the other (older, stronger) vampire that Kol had mentioned.
She'd made the connection easily, had been surprised by how unsurprised the realization had left her.
She thinks it might be the push she needs to take a closer look at those feelings she likes to think she doesn't have. Of what they mean and what she should do about them.
Klaus' knees come up behind her swiftly and Caroline leans back against them, fingers once more returning to her clit. "I have to agree," Klaus rasps. "But, until then, I'm sure we can get creative, hmm?"
And then he does something with his hips, a twist at just the right moment that leaves Caroline crying out, thoughts about anything other than racing towards another climax flying out of her mind.
Her feelings, whatever they are, will still be there in a week.