Notes: Wow! Quite a reaction to that last chapter (the only one that's gotten more of a reaction in this collection is the Genie!Klaus and Mermaid!Caroline pair of drabbles). Most people want more so I will think on it! This chapter is my continuing adventures with the Kink Prompt List so more smut here.
Heater's Broken
(Prompt #61 – Morning Sex. Title from "Snowed In/Cruisin'" by Joel Plaskett Emergency. SMUT).
Caroline stirs when she hears the door open, burrows deeper into the bed to avoid the gust of cold air that blows into the cabin. She was firmly a beach girl but it had been Klaus' turn to pick their destination and he'd surprised her. Klaus usually picked cities, delighted in fancy restaurants and opulent hotels. Caroline had been dubious on the small plane from Helsinki, eyes glued to the snow covered ground. They were staying in a log cabin glass igloo combo – well-appointed and cozy but not what she thought of as Klaus' style.
They'd arrived late last night and Caroline had found out that Klaus had rented out the entire resort. She'd been tired from the long day of travel, had conked out before she'd really gotten to appreciate the Northern Lights. They were supposed to stay for two weeks so she wasn't too concerned. She'd woken up when Klaus had left the bed in the wee hours, blinking up at the glass dome above her to find the sky pitch black. He'd piled the covers on her, told her to go back to sleep. She'd assumed he was going to go get wolfy-y, run around in the surrounding forests, and had managed to drift off once more.
She rolls into Klaus when he slides under the blankets and then immediately recoils feeling how cold and damp he is. "Ew," she grumbles, squirming away. "What, did you polar bear swim or something?"
Klaus laughs softly, following her over onto her side of the bed, attempting to extricate her from the mass of bedding she'd wound herself in. "It's snowing, love."
"Gross," Caroline complains. "Go shower or something. Come back when you're warm."
"Or," Klaus says, managing to get a hand inside her blanket burrito, and under her clothes, cold fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "You could help me warm up and then we could shower together. Perhaps test out the sauna?"
She cracks her eyes open to look at him, considering the offer. Klaus didn't sleep much and sometimes his morning person-ness annoyed the crap out of her. She wouldn't have ever thought he'd be the type, had always assumed he'd lounge in a huge bed, smoking jacket on, compelled humans bringing him blood, peeled grapes and expresso while he lazed away.
It just seemed like the villain-y thing to do, in Caroline's mind.
That image had been quick to die. The first night they'd actually slept together he'd woken her up as the sun had been rising over Paris. His head had been between her thighs, his tongue stroking wicked patterns over her clit. It had been pretty damn hard to be pissed about her interrupted sleep as she'd come hard, grinding up against his mouth. Twice.
But she'd still managed to complain after even if the fluffiest, butteriest, croissant in the world had almost distracted her.
Klaus was far from an idiot and had quickly cottoned on to the fact that Caroline was not a morning person. At all. But he apparently liked to live dangerously and had no qualms about testing her commitment to sleeping in. Usually with sex and Caroline still found it hard to be all that mad about it.
She totally blamed the endorphins.
She relaxes her hold on the blankets and Klaus takes advantage, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her swiftly underneath him. He leans down, nuzzles into her neck as he settles between her thighs. One of his hands tugs the tab of her hoodie down. "You are wearing far too much fabric, sweetheart."
Caroline huffs, "We are in the arctic circle, Klaus." But she shifts up, lets him peel the sweatshirt away and toss it aside. She flinches when his cool palms land on her waist, pushing up the layers of tank top and long sleeved t-shirt that she was wearing underneath until Caroline peels it off the rest of the way herself.
"You're a vampire," Klaus points out, slipping under the blankets. She can't see him but she inhales sharply when his lips land on her stomach, again when he nips at her navel.
"Just because the cold won't kill me doesn't mean I don't feel it. And it sucks."
She feels him laugh against her skin, watches the blankets shake slightly. She's about to tell him to shut up but she's distracted by his fingers latching onto her leggings, working them down her legs. They're quickly lost somewhere beneath the sheets, and Caroline bites her lip when Klaus hooks her legs over his shoulders, pushing them wide.
Not being able to see him is driving her nuts. Klaus takes full advantage and seems to be intent on teasing her with inconsistent touches, building her up in fits and starts. The brush of his thumb along her slit, a nip at her hipbone. A playful squeeze of her ass has her jolting, his tongue licking along the crease of her thigh leaves her squirming.
Finally he deepens the caresses, parting her folds. But he still doesn't give her what she wants, blowing gently against her wetness, only lightly brushing a fingertip over her entrance. She clenches down with a groan but Klaus retreats and Caroline reaches down and yanks up the blankets so she can glare at him. "Klaus. Come on," she pleads, her hips shifting restlessly.
It seems to be what he'd wanted because his head dips immediately, and his tongue finds her clit, circling and pressing as he slips two fingers inside of her smoothly. He still refuses to rush. Caroline lets herself sink back into the pillows, pulls the blankets up over her head so she can still watch him and free her hands. One twines into Klaus' hair and the other toys with a nipple. He works her up slowly, luxurious laps that have him moaning appreciatively at her taste. Her thighs twitch wildly under his grip every time his lips wrap around her clit but he always pulls back just before it's enough to make her come. Caroline's breathing quickens, her temperature rises. Soon she's sweating, their blanket cocoon warm and humid.
Klaus really hadn't been kidding about warming up.
He meets her eyes when he brings her to the edge again and Caroline thinks he's going to let her go over this time, her muscles tensing in anticipation. But Klaus surprises her, throwing off the blankets and pulling away all together.
She whimpers, in shock and protest, her skin reacting to the cold, breaking out in goosebumps. Her nipples tighten into aching points, and she barely has time to process before Klaus is licking one. His mouth is hot and she arches up into him, her legs climbing up his sides, arms banding around her back, pressing his body tightly against hers. Caroline's eyes widen, taking in the snow covered glass and clear sky above her. Klaus' cock rubs against her folds for a moment, a purposeful tease, before he finds her entrance, and eases inside of her. Caroline moans as he slides deep, clamping down around his length. She'd been so very close and Klaus knows it, his hand sneaking between their bodies as his teeth scrape against her nipple. He rubs her clit, perfect circles of his thumb, and her climax bursts through her, limbs locking him to her as she trembles.
And then he starts to move, pulling one leg up over his arms, widening her thighs and allowing his cock to brush against her clit at each entry.
She quickly forgets about being cold, his measured thrusts the only thing she can concentrate on.
Caroline runs her hand down Klaus' back, claws at his skin when he begins to speed up. He leans up to kiss her, licking into her mouth, sucking on her lower lip. She tries to keep up but finds that she can't, wrapping her free leg high over his hip, pulling him into her more roughly.
They know how to move together, have had years of practice in learning each other's likes and dislikes, turn ons and triggers. Klaus begins to talk, low voiced encouragements about how good she feels, how badly he needs her come around him. What he's going to do to her in the shower, ideas he has for the benches in the sauna.
Caroline's eyes squeeze shut as she comes, crying his name, nails drawing blood. Klaus curses, the little bite of pain the thing that allows him to follow her and he trembles through his own climax, hips locked to hers.
He rolls them when he's spent, groping for the discarded blanket and pulling it up over her shoulders. Resting her head on his shoulder Caroline stretches, lets out a content groan as Klaus' fingers comb through her hair. "Still not sold on this whole winter thing," she tells him.
His laughter shakes her, and Caroline hides a smile of her own. "Really? No matter. I suspect that I can convince you."
Glancing up Caroline smirks, "How about you convince me in the shower?"
Klaus really isn't one to let an opening like that go and Caroline finds herself under the hot spray at a dizzying speed.
She's totally drawing the line at sex in the frigid woods though. It might be one of their things but Caroline was pretty sure getting pine needles in delicate areas was a bad idea.
Fight To Win
(#6 – Car Sex + #33 – Angry!Sex + #32 – Coming Untouched. SMUT).
"She's certainly friendly, isn't she? And with such a lovely little form. You always did have an eye for beauty, Klaus."
It's a taunt, said with a leer, by a vampire who's not going to survive the week.
Klaus casts his eyes down to the dance floor, not that he needs to check on Caroline. She looks radiant, skin flushed and damp from her exertions, hair a wild mess of curls and just a hint of red on her lips. She meets his eyes and grins, crooks a finger in a clear invitation to join her. Klaus shakes his head, a touch regretfully and she pouts before turning her attention to her current dance partner who's hands have begun to wander a bit too far. She shoves him away and slides through the crowd, easily finding another human to keep her occupied.
Klaus has been constantly aware of her movements, the people she dances with, those she chooses to feed from. Usually men, as is her habit. The occasional flares of guilt she feels (courtesy of Stefan Salvatore's subpar teachings) are almost nonexistent when she feeds from men who don't seem to understand the meaning of the word no, who attempt to push their way into her space without invitation.
There are plenty of them to be found in places like this, pounding music, flashing lights, bodies tightly packed on a dancefloor. Caroline had dived right into the thick of it, her short skirt and formfitting white top luring humans to her as she moves to the heavy bass.
It's not Klaus' favorite form of entertainment but he'd known he would find who he'd been looking for in the roped off area overlooking the writhing crowd.
Klaus' sources were excellent.
His prey had been dismayed to see him but had covered quickly, become the consummate host offering refreshments – both blood and alcohol, dismissing those he'd been seated with to give Klaus his full attention. He had asked all the appropriate questions an old acquaintance would all the while clumsily trying to ferret out the reasons behind Klaus' unannounced appearance in Belgrade.
They've been speaking for close to an hour, and Klaus is quite bored. His opponent is in no way worthy of Klaus' best attempts at manipulation, despite the man's delusions of grandeur.
The vampire, a sireling of Rebekah's, had been turned in the 17th century. Bekah had thought herself in love with Stannis Babic at the time though that hardly made him special. The fact that he was one of the few Klaus hadn't bothered to kill possibly did. But he hadn't needed to in the end. Turning had emphasized certain personality traits in Stannis that Bekah hadn't been able to abide so she'd compelled him to carve out his own heart if he ever looked in her direction again.
It had been a proud moment for Klaus, and conveniently offered him a neat way of disposing of Stannis. He'd already sent Rebekah a text, instructed her to fly out when she was done spending his money in Paris.
Stannis had gotten unbearably uppity, held court with a group of vampires. They were guilty of being entirely unsubtle, overfeeding on tourists. And Klaus had gotten word that there had been whispers of white oak from this corner of the world. He'd discovered it to be idle bragging but he'd not have been willing to let it stand even if he'd liked Stannis.
And Klaus definitely did not.
Even before Stannis had been unforgivably condescending to Caroline when they'd been introduced, had let his eyes linger on her in a way Klaus did not appreciate. She'd been polite about it, pulled out that practiced pageant smile that anyone with an ounce of intelligence would recognize as fake. She'd let it drop when her back had been to Stannis, favoring Klaus with a flat, unimpressed expression that had him hiding a smile as she excused herself to go dance.
Stannis evidently dislikes being ignored, breaking into Klaus' musings. "Wherever did you find her?"
"It's a very long story," Klaus tells him dismissively, draining his glass and standing. "And as lovely as it's been catching up I find I grow tired of what passes for music these days. "
"Should I expect to see you again?" Stannis asks, and Klaus isn't deaf to the relief there.
"Doubtful," Klaus tells him, unable to help the smirk that accompanies the words. A smarter man would have asked a different question. Klaus does hope Rebekah enjoys herself when she arrives.
He makes a beeline for Caroline, lifting drunken tourists out of his way as needed. Klaus comes up behind her setting a hand on her hip, glaring at the boy who'd been dancing with her until he holds up his hands and retreats. Caroline melts into him, one of her hands coming up to tangle in his hair as her hips move to the pounding music, her arse rubbing up against him teasingly. "He was cute," she complains. "Probably tasty."
Klaus rolls his eyes, runs his hand up her bare stomach and under her top. Caroline's breath stutters as he cups her breast, pushing insistently into his palm. "You can't possibly still be hungry, love," Klaus says, teasing her nipple as he speaks. "You fed from four men and a woman."
She rakes her nails down his neck, rolling her hips insistently, "Mmm. You noticed."
"You wanted me to notice. "
"Maybe. You looked so very bored. I'm surprised you left him alive."
Klaus laughs, nips at the nape of her neck. "What happened to you disproving of casual acts of violence, sweetheart?"
"He was icky and was way too obviously staring at my ass."
Klaus spins her, and Caroline lets out a giggle of her own when she crashes into his chest, arms twining around his neck. One of his hands drops, fingertips dragging up the back of her thigh, teasing her skin just under the edge of her skirt as he slides a leg in between hers.
Caroline grinds against him and Klaus can feel the heat of her, is nearly certain there's nothing under her skirt. She does it again, head tipping back and lips parting around a moan. The hand on her leg wanders higher, confirming his suspicion when he finds no silk or lace to hinder his explorations. He uses his grip to pull her against him harder, dipping his head and kissing her throat as she moans again. "Naughty, naughty," he mock scolds, tongue darting out to taste her slick skin. "I do believe you forgot something."
He looks up to see a sly smile curling her lips, and Caroline shakes her head. "Do you remember the last time we were at a place like this? Or the time before that? I just decided to skip you shredding another pair of panties that I like."
A fair point. Caroline likes to dance and while Klaus rather enjoys watching her do it too many other people do as well. He always feels the need to touch her build, the desire to sink into her skin and make it known that she was his, when he sees how many strangers watch her with hungry eyes. He could rarely wait for privacy, and Caroline didn't mind. Liked the thrill of people watching them, knowing that they wished to do more than that.
He could get her off like this, Klaus knows, and quickly too given the frantic jerks of her hips against his thigh. A little maneuvering and he could slip his hand between her legs, find her slick and hot and toy with her clit until she was shaking and panting against him. But he knows Stannis is watching them and that's not an audience Klaus wants.
No need to give the doomed vampire a treat he did not deserve.
One last scrape of his teeth against Caroline's collarbone, just to feel her shudder against him and Klaus pulls away. Caroline makes a noise of protest, blinking at him in bewilderment. Her voice is thick, "I was almost there," she complains, thighs pressed together as she shifts in discomfort.
Klaus takes her hand, tugs her into his side, wrapping his arm around her, "I know. I'll make it up to you."
"You better," Caroline grumbles darkly, walking just the slightest bit unsteadily.
Klaus grins, shifts his hand so he can toy with her waistband, his palm hot on her side, "I always do you must admit. How would you like to come first, love? I bet I could to it with no more than a stroke of my tongue against your clit right now, as tense as you are."
Caroline turns her head to glare, tries to pry his hand away from her, and nails digging in, "Don't talk about it if you're not planning on doing it, Klaus."
"Perhaps you're right," Klaus muses, attempting to keep a straight face. Caroline relaxes fractionally. Until he speaks again, "I suspect it will take a little more effort by the time we return to the hotel. Not that I object to putting in a little more work. We could try the balcony, to satisfy your delightful little exhibitionist streak? I could hike up that tempting skirt you're wearing and watch you try not to break the railing as I fuck you from behind."
She elbows him sharply, swallowing hard. Her color's high, arousal evident. "You're a dick and I hate you."
"Lies," Klaus refutes cheerfully. "And you know it."
Their rental vehicle is in sight and Caroline speeds up with a grateful sigh, her heels clicking sharply on the cobblestones. Klaus opens the door for her, helping her in even as she huffs in annoyance and slaps away his wandering hands to fasten her own seatbelt.
She shoves him away when he grazes her thigh, "Get in the car or I'm leaving without you," Caroline bites out, eyes flashing. "You can sleep on the couch and listen to me get myself off if you keep this up."
Klaus presses a kiss to her cheek, lingering against her skin. "Careful, love. Or I'll take that as a challenge."
She lets out an exasperated noise, her hands reaching for him. He's not entirely certain if her intent had been to grab him and pull him closer or push him further away but she's evidently forgotten there had been something in her hand. Her clutch falls to the floorboard with a solid thunk and Caroline's attention is pulled away. "Ugh, I hope nothing broke," she says worriedly, undoing her seatbelt and leaning forward.
Klaus speeds around to the other side of the car, is in the driver's seat with keys in hand while she's still bent over, groping for her bag. He turns it over, revs the engine, and is just about to ask Caroline if everything's all right when she sits up abruptly, her hands reaching out to scrabble at the dashboard. Her eyes have slammed shut and a noise that Klaus is very familiar with tumbles from her lips, low and desperate as she squirms in her seat. Raising an eyebrow he repeats the action with the car and it rumbles beneath them. Caroline falls back in her seat, back arched and crying out as her limbs quiver.
Caroline pants, her eyes still closed, chest heaving and Klaus is unable to help the tinge of amusement he feels. "Did you just come, sweetheart? Without even a touch? I know you claim I'm unbearably egotistical but really…"
Her hand flies out, smacking him across the chest. Hard enough to crack a rib if he were a little more delicate. "Shut up," she tells him, trying to sound angry. It's difficult, when she's still short of breath, her expression lax and sated. Klaus takes advantage of her distraction, reaching over and insinuating his hand between her thighs. "Klaus," Caroline whines, but he doesn't take it as a protest. It would be hard to do when she's opening her legs to give him room to touch her, slouching down to the edge of the seat. He parts her gently, gliding his fingers through her folds, dipping into where she's the wettest before finding her clit. Caroline whimpers, head thrown back as one of her hands sneaks under her top, working against her breast as her hips rock against his hand. He circles her clit, speeding up as her thighs tense. It's not quite enough, and he keeps her there just on the edge for a long moment, denying her the direct contact that will have her coming again.
It's a little mean, Klaus knows. But the noises she makes, the needy little gasps and sighs, are lovely. The way she looks like this, flushed and focused on nothing but her own pleasure is one of Klaus' favorite sights.
Regretfully he pulls his hand away, tries not to smile at the indignant squeak she makes. Caroline's head rolls to look at him and something like an actual growl comes from low in her chest. Klaus tries to look innocent, licking her taste from his finger as he holds her gaze. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown and she shakes her head jerkily, "No," she grits out. "I am not playing this game right now, Klaus."
She's moving before he can reply, getting her knees under her and leaning over the centre console. "Take off your damn pants," she demands and tears open his shirt without preamble. She bites his shoulder with blunt teeth, and the sensation sends a jolt of pleasure streaking down his spine. His hands drop to obey and he expects her to crawl into his lap, to take him deep and hard, until the SUV is shaking with the force of it, once he's gotten his jeans out of the way.
But Caroline surprises him, as she is fond of doing, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock and sucking the head into her mouth, moaning as she descends. Klaus lets out a curse of his own, arms flying back to grip his headrest, shifting restlessly underneath her. She's rougher than she usually is, the edge of her teeth leaving him tensing, his hands digging into the leather he's clutching. She fondles his balls as she sucks him hard, tongue lashing as she goes. He fruitlessly tries to control his breathing, shuddering when her nails dig into his thigh, drawing a streak of blood. He lets out a garbled moan of protest when she pulls away from his cock to lap at the shallow wound, rasping out a curse at her pleased hum.
Caroline pulls back abruptly, grabs his neck and slants her mouth over his. It's hot and messy and his taste in her mouth pushes Klaus a little closer to the edge. He meets her tongue eagerly, threading his fingers into her hair and holding her close. He lets out a hiss when her fangs slice into his lip, opening his eyes and finding hers that brilliant red that he adores and focused on him. "What would you do if I left you hanging right now, Klaus?" she asks softly, throwing a leg over his but not letting her weight rest on him. He feels the barest brush of her heat on his cock but she sways away, running her nose down his throat. "How would you like it?" she taunts, right before he feels her teeth dig into his neck.
He grabs her hips and pulls her closer. His, "Fuck, Caroline," is a guttural curse as she tilts her hips and his cock slips inside of her. She slams down and moans against his skin as she drinks, hips picking up a harsh rhythm that Klaus frantically matches. He slides a hand up her back, holding her tightly against him, enjoying the shudders, the high pitched noises of delight, that wrack her frame. Klaus reaches between them with his free hand to rub at her clit. He'd been on the edge and there's no way he's going to come before her. He's enjoyed their game immensely but not enough to let Caroline win it. A few rough presses of his thumb and she's pulling back with a cry and letting go, her inner muscles coiling around his cock and pulling his own orgasm from him.
She slumps against him, breathing harshly against his throat. Her hands drop from the seat to rest on his chest, one covering his heart, fingertips absently tapping with the slowing beats. She presses one last kiss to the healing bite, shifting off of him with a disgruntled murmur and flopping into the passenger seat without a thought for grace. Her legs are spread, skirt hiked to her waist, and Klaus' eyes are riveted to her center, to the slick flesh covered in their mingled release. He grips the steering wheel to keep from reaching for her again.
Caroline stretches her arms above her head, breasts straining the fabric that covers unfortunately still them. "That was a fun game," she murmurs, a smirk curling her lips as her hand strokes her thigh under his avid gaze. It drifts higher, and she shudders as she flicks her index finger over her clit. "Wanna play another?" she asks impishly, bringing her fingertip to her mouth.
"Terms?" Klaus asks, already knowing he's going to agree.
She lets out a hum, widening her thighs and getting comfortable, "If you can get us back to the hotel before I can get myself off you can pick what we do the rest of the night. Fuck me any way you want."
A prize with definite appeal. "And if you can?"
"My pick. And your tongue better be up to the challenge."
Klaus nods his agreement, throwing the car into reverse (gently, since she'd never bothered to put her seatbelt back on) just as Caroline sinks a finger inside of herself.
It's not as if there's a losing side to that bargain, is there?
Slide A Little Closer
(#60 – Bed Sharing. Title from "Cabin Down Below" by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers. SMUT).
Caroline's not all that gentle when she drops Klaus on the bed. But her shoulders are aching and she's out of breath. Dragging Klaus' dead weight over god knows how many miles of rough terrain had been a serious strain on her vampire's stamina. The springs in the mattress squeak loudly at the added weight and Caroline wrinkles her nose in distaste at the shiny polyester green and gold bedspread.
Someone was a little too convinced they were a Slytherin.
They're at a Bed And Breakfast somewhere in Louisiana. It's not her usual style and definitely not Klaus' but she had no cash on her and hadn't been able to find a wallet when she'd patted Klaus down so she assumed he'd lost it at some point while she'd been dragging him through the forest. She'd picked this place because it had been out of the way and hadn't looked like the kind of place that had security cameras installed making it easier to compel the owners into giving them a room.
Caroline did feel a teeny bit guilty because the couple who ran the place had been welcoming and seemed sweet. She'd have to remember to convince Klaus to send them a check later.
Once he was conscious.
Another thing Caroline felt pretty guilty about.
She'd been running from a couple of Gemini Coven witches who seemed to think they could convince (read: torture) Caroline into giving up Alaric and Jo's location, their intention being to take the twins back into their creepy familicidal fold. Never mind the fact that she didn't even know where the happy family was and even if she had there's no way she would have talked. She'd stepped back after the twins had been born and Jo brought back. Caroline been happy for them but more than willing to reclaim her life and her body. It had been the push she'd needed to finally get away from Mystic Falls, finally sick of being a pawn in other people's supernatural schemes.
But that had only lasted so long.
A couple of witches had stormed her office in Dallas and Caroline had barely managed to pack a bag before they'd shown up at her apartment. They'd been on her tail ever since and she'd been desperate. A road sign pointing the direction, counting down the miles, to New Orleans had seemed like an omen.
She'd found Klaus in a bar in the quarter. Hadn't even had time to enjoy the sight of him, shocked and wide eyed and groping for something to say, before they'd been under attack. Witches had stormed in after her, glass had started flying. The handful of patrons and the blonde bartender had ducked for cover, seemingly used to that sort of disturbance.
Klaus' eyes had darkened, jaw tensed as he'd grown livid. He'd urged her behind him, demanding to know who dared come into his city and attack so brazenly.
The witch who'd seemed to be leading the charge (Caroline hadn't bothered to get her name, for obvious reasons, but she was a little Liv-like in her mannerisms) had stepped up, and crossed her arms as she'd stared Klaus down. "This isn't your business, Hybrid," she'd snarled, an edge of dismissiveness that Caroline knew was a mistake. "We'll be taking the blonde vampire. She's hidden something of ours and we need it back."
Klaus had chanced a curious glance Caroline's way and she'd shaken her head in denial.
He'd grinned, turned back to the witch, strolling forward in a manner that was deceptively casual. "She says she hasn't. And even if she had you'd be out of luck, I'm afraid. Caroline happens to be a friend of mine and I'm not very good at those. I'm sure you're aware of my reputation. I think it best to keep the ones I've already made. You understand."
Things had gotten blurry after that.
The witch had snarled something highly uncomplimentary back at Klaus and he'd lashed out. She'd ended up a heap on the floor, neck at an odd angle. The five remaining Gemini's had started throwing spells but Klaus had barely reacted beyond the occasional twitch or wince. Four had fallen quickly but then Klaus' tendency to speechify had reared its ugly head.
His hand around the final witch's throat Klaus had tried to offer him a deal – his life in return for turning tail and telling his coven that there would be dire consequences if they continued to harass Caroline, or set foot in New Orleans again.
It was pretty damn unlucky that the last witch standing had been another pesky siphoner.
Klaus' words had faltered and he'd swayed on his feet, face creasing in confusion. "Damn it," Caroline had bitten out, speeding forward and snapping the witch's neck. He'd hit the ground and Klaus had stumbled, blinking rapidly in confusion. She'd reached out to steady him. "He's a magic sucker," she'd explained. "The coven's lousy with them and they're a pain in the ass. You'll be fine in a couple days."
"Enemies," he'd pushed out, voice weak and thin. "I cannot be weak."
Right before his eyes rolled back in his head and he'd collapsed against her.
"Crap," Caroline had muttered, adjusting so she could hold him up, looping Klaus' limp arm over her shoulder. The people in the bar had begun shifting, peeking up over tables now that the noise had died down. She'd caught the bartender's eye, noted the worry in the other woman's gaze. "What's the fastest way out of New Orleans on foot from here?" Caroline had demanded.
Stupid witches had blown out her tires a couple miles out of the city.
"East," the woman had stuttered out. Caroline had nodded, and made to leave the bar. "Wait! You can't just take him," the bartender had called, voice pitching shrill. "Who even are you?"
Caroline had rolled her eyes, and swung back around. Swallowed back the slightly inappropriate 'taking' joke that was on the tip of her tongue. "Trust me, Klaus won't really mind. Is Rebekah around? Tell her Caroline stopped by and that I'll call her later to explain."
Ugh, that was going to suck.
She hauled Klaus out of the bar before the bartender could muster up another protest, or worse make a feeble attempt to stop Caroline. She'd sped walked down the street, keeping a sharp eye on her surroundings mindful of threats. No one tried to speak to her, or got in her way, most merely cast an amused stare as she passes. Probably assuming she was just a girl dragging her drunken boyfriend home. Score one for NOLA's party city reputation.
She was fairly certain that more witches would pop up, the Gemini Coven being both sprawling and dogged. And who knows who Klaus had lurking in the woodwork ready to pop up and strike at him while he couldn't defend himself. She'd known they needed to lay low for a couple of days, and a rough plan had formed in her mind as she'd headed east, like the bartender had directed.
Hence the reason they'd landed in a mildly to moderately tacky B&B in the middle of nowhere.
Glancing at Klaus, flopped awkwardly across the double bed Caroline feels another sharp pang of guilt. She had dragged him into her mess, so she should probably be a little more considerate. She tugs off his boots, hesitates before pulling off his belt and watch too. She shifts him so she can turn down the blankets, props his head on the pillow and covers him up.
Takes a step back and silently curses how small the bed is. Biting her lip Caroline silently weighs her options. She could sleep on the floor, avoid any potential awkwardness that way. But on the other hand Damon had been out for two days after tangling with a siphoner so it was entirely possible, likely even, that Klaus would never know she'd crawled in to bed with him, so there would be no awkwardness, right?
The floor is hardwood, unlikely to be comfortable. And Caroline suspects that she'd get an eyeful of the dust bunnies under the bed if she was to lay down on it and then she'd never get to sleep.
She was really freaking tired, having gotten little rest in the last few days and pushed her physical limits so far in the last few hours.
The bed is really her only option. Caroline kicks off her shoes, and strips off her cardigan before gingerly easing herself on to the bed. She sticks close the edge but she can feel Klaus behind her, the solid warmth of him, and she chances a glance over her shoulder. He's still passed out, looking younger and more relaxed than she's ever seen him, breathing evenly.
It's a good look and she wishes she still had her phone so she could sneak a picture.
Klaus would hate that.
Smiling to herself Caroline settles down, lets her eyes drift shut. Focuses on the steady beating of Klaus' heart to lull herself to sleep.
Drifting into consciousness Caroline's groggy but immediately aware of several things. One, hugging the edge of the bed hadn't lasted long. She's now firmly in the middle, one of her thighs draped over Klaus, her head tucked into his shoulder. Two, her inability to sleep without pants has reared its ugly head because her jeans are nowhere to be found. And three (something Caroline really should have considered – Klaus was way older and a hybrid) Klaus apparently hadn't taken nearly as long as Damon to recover and was definitely awake and tracing distracting shapes on the bare skin of her thigh.
There was no way she was getting out of this one gracefully.
She tries to shift off him but Klaus' hand stills her, wrapping around her knee. "Morning," he greets her, sounding perfectly content. "Or possibly afternoon. I can't get a proper view of the sun from here and I was loath to disturb you."
Caroline scoffs, propping her head up on her elbow. Klaus' head turns to look at her, smirk tugging at his lips. "Such a gentleman," she needles. "Mind telling me how I lost my pants?"
Klaus' amusement grows, dimples fully deployed, "That was all you, love. They were gone when I awoke, not that I minded." His hand caresses her, thumb dragging along the soft skin of her inner thigh, emphasizing his point, and Caroline's skin tingles under his touch.
She shifts restlessly but can't bring herself to pull away from him. Caroline attempts a joke, "Well, it's the least I can do for dragging you down with me."
Klaus' eyes narrow at the reminder, a hint of gold brightening the blue, "Right. I'll be needing you to tell me where I can find the rest of that coven. I'll be eliminating it."
"Good luck. They're prolific and persistent."
"So am I," Klaus tells her firmly. "What do they want with you?"
"Information." Caroline tells him. "That I don't have and wouldn't give them even if I did. But they don't seem to grasp that."
Klaus nods, expression resolved. "More reasons to get rid of them, then. I'll have it done within the week, sweetheart."
What does it say that she believes him? That she feels safer with his promise lingering between them? Probably something big and important and scary. So not what Caroline had been expecting to do today, and not in her plans at all.
"A week?" Caroline teases, reaching out to poke at his side, needing a little levity. "Seems like you're getting a little rusty, Klaus."
Klaus traps her hand against his stomach and Caroline's fingers twitch with the urge to explore the lean muscle there, that she'd had far too little time to catalogue before, nagging at her. Klaus is watching her knowingly, "I'm not altogether at full strength. I think it best if we stay here for a bit. Recoup."
Caroline's fairly certain that he's exaggerating, has something other than bedrest on his mind. And if she's right, the idea appeals. But still, a little trickle of worry flits through her. "Do you need blood? There are a couple other people staying here."
He yanks on the thigh that's still in his grasp sitting up in one smooth motion and settling her over his lap. "Later," he murmurs eyes on her face. His hands slip under her top, fingertips tracing her skin lightly. "I have a confession."
She'd rested her hands on his shoulders once her suspicions about his intentions had been confirmed, content to play along. Caroline toys with one of the leather cords Klaus wears around his neck. She raises a brow, "Oh?"
"When you rolled on to me you were dreaming. You touched me and I slipped in. I did not do it on purpose but I found I couldn't tear myself away once I saw what was playing in that fascinating mind of yours. Seemed fair since I was heavily featured, after all."
Caroline stiffens, eyes drifting shut in embarrassment. Dreams of Klaus aren't new, or that infrequent, and while they're not always sexual she kind of hopes whatever he'd seen had been. Way easier to explain than one of the mundane ones, where they're just talking in a random room, or silently exploring her imagination's rendering of one of the cities he'd promised to show her.
She cracks her eyes open to find him waiting for her patiently, and she can't get a read on his face. She decides to keep it vague, just in case. "Listen, don't judge the contents of my dreams. Just because I fantasize about something doesn't mean I'm game to do it. It's perfectly healthy!"
One of his brows ticks up and his hand on her back drops low, pulling her against him. He's hard behind the zipper of his jeans so at least her pervy subconscious is good for something. She grinds down against him, nails scraping at his neck. Klaus' lips brush her bare shoulder as he speaks, "So you don't want my mouth on you?"
She breath stutters at the hint of his teeth along her collarbone, "I didn't say that," she manages. Because she's not an idiot.
She feels his smile against her skin right before the world twists around her and she finds herself flat on her back. He kisses her stomach, fingers stroking over her panties. They're already sticking to her, damp from her dreams and the friction she'd found on his lap. Klaus presses harder, right over her clit and Caroline spreads her legs in a silent plea for more. He obliges her, knuckle curling under the fabric pulling it to the side as his head dips. He takes a taste of her, slow and luxurious, and Caroline's hands clutch at the sheets.
He pulls back and she whimpers, looking down to meet his eyes. Klaus smirks, lips wet. "And the ropes? I admit I find those particularly intriguing. I'm afraid we can't play with those now. I don't think this bed is up to the task even if we had them available. But if you'd like to stay for a while I'm sure we can find something around my house that would suffice."
He's holding her eyes expectantly but his thumb sneaks between them, rolling over her clit. Caroline shudders, rasps out, "Maybe."
He lets out a contemplative hum as his mouth touches her clit and Caroline's back arches at the sensation, a moan tumbling from her. "I'll just have to be convincing," he murmurs darkly right before he sets out to drive her insane.
Klaus rips away her panties and it's clear that he's forgotten nothing from those hours in the woods, knows exactly how to push her to the edge of coming with lips and tongue and teeth. But he holds back just enough until she's pulled taught and tense, Klaus' hands holding her still when all she wants to do is push herself against his mouth, direct it to where she needs it.
He'd stopped every time she'd reached for him, pulled back and given her a pointed look until she'd huffed and moved her hands away. They're clenched around a pillow, and she's sure she's ripped it but Caroline can't bring herself to care with the way her body's throbbing.
Taking a deep shuddering breath she looks down, finds him watching her, eyes hot and greedy on her flushed face. "Klaus, please," she manages, barely recognizing her own voice, thick with want as it is. "Please, please, I need more."
"Take off your shirt," he tells her softly. "The bra too."
Caroline fumbles, her hands clumsy as she strips the rest of her clothing away.
"Touch yourself for me, sweetheart. Help me give you what you want."
He hands fly to her breasts, cupping them and tugging at her nipples, head and heels digging into the bed.
"Look at me," Klaus urges and her eyes snap to him.
He sucks her clit into his mouth and Caroline shouts in relief. Klaus slides two fingers inside of her and then out again rapidly, the slick glide audible under her pants and sighs. He's no longer teasing and it doesn't take long until she's stiffening, coming hard under his ministrations, his name on her lips.
She's barely relaxed on the bed, muscles still fluttering when he's rearing up, urging her over on to her stomach. She hears him pulling his clothes away and then he's pressing against her back, one of his hands tugging her knee up and to the side as his cock slips over her folds. Klaus laces his fingers through hers, pinning her hands on either side of her head. He rolls his hips and Caroline curses, the sound muffled in the pillow as the head of his cock rubs over her achingly sensitive clit. She tilts her hips back and he finds her entrance, driving inside of her in one firm thrust.
She can't move much but she finds she doesn't mind, likes his skin on hers and all the things he's making her feel. It's probably all part of Klaus' plan to persuade her to let him tie her to his bed but she'll be pissed at the sneakiness later. Maybe.
Klaus sets a snapping pace and she's quickly climbing again, her nails digging into the skin of his hands. She shudders when she feels his fangs against her neck, tipping her head to the side in invitation. He lets go of her hands and rolls them to the side as he bites, shoving his wrist in front of her mouth so she can drink while his other hand slips down her belly, dipping between her thighs to toy with her clit until she's crying out a second release, quaking against him.
The motions of his hips grow erratic and he follows her soon after, gritting out a string of curses into the curve of her shoulder. She mutters out a protest when he pulls away but he's only reaching for the blankets, pulling them over their cooling bodies.
Caroline turns, pushing until Klaus is sprawled on his back and she's in much the same position as she'd awoken in even if her thighs are now sticky and still a little shaky. One of his hands finds its way into her hair and she fights the pleased little hum that wants to emerge at the pleasant tug.
"Not at full strength my ass," she grumbles as she relaxes against him.
Klaus' chest shakes underneath her with his laughter and Caroline can't even be mad at him. Not when she's pretty sure round two is imminent.
More Than I Can Take
(#7 – Shower/Tub Sex. AH-AU in which Klaus is a choreographer and Caroline's a dancer. Title from "Someone Who Can Dance" by Icona Pop. SMUT).
She's just started to relax – the jets of the tub and her favorite bubble bath working their magic on her sore muscles, the music coming from her earbuds soothing her frayed nerves. Caroline felt exactly zero guilt about storming out of rehearsal and the overbearing, demanding, annoying, choreographer her company had recently hired.
Klaus Mikaelson was awful and he's lucky she hadn't tossed a pointe shoe directly at his stupid face. The piece they were working on was short, meant to be performed at the company's annual showcase for their best patrons. It was a difficult one, intimate and physically demanding, full of lifts and while she trusted her partner, Enzo, implicitly having Klaus barking at her, breathing down her neck, touching her (to correct her form - like she needed it!) didn't make it any easier to perfect.
He seemed to think their chemistry was lacking, had muttered something under his breath about it being too bad that Bonnie was out with an injury since no one would buy that Caroline and Enzo wanted to have sex.
Which was exactly as much as Caroline could take without completely losing it and screaming at him in a very public room. She'd left to prevent that because dancers were the worst gossips and she really didn't want to deal with drama. She was a damn good dancer and she'd been working her ass off. Was a little acknowledgement of that too much to ask? Caroline didn't think so. But it was snide comments and constant criticism and disapproving pursed lips.
Maybe the chemistry wasn't perfect yet but they'd only been at it for two days. She and Enzo were pretty firmly just friends, and Bonnie was one of Caroline's favorite people, but they were professionals and people would totally buy it once the kinks were worked out. Klaus just needed to be a little patient and let them work.
And stop pressing himself against her, attempting to demonstrate what he thought they should be doing, because it was really freaking distracting.
His big hands on her stomach or dragging down her spine, his voice in her ear, all things that made it really hard to concentrate on Enzo on the steps.
And were currently killing her attempts at relaxation.
Caroline presses her thighs together, wills the ache that's begun to build to fade away. But her brain is rebellious, easily conjuring the idea of his body behind her. She's memorized the feel of his chest against her back, the firm muscle evident behind the thin t-shirts he favors. She brings her hands up to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples and imagining Klaus' hands instead.
She takes her time, the goal is relaxation, and a decent orgasm can't hurt. She's just letting her hand wander lower, slipping under the bubbles when the door to the bathroom flies open. Caroline shrieks, sinking under the water and snatching up a bottle of shampoo, lobbing it at the doorway.
"Ouch, love," the too familiar intruder complains, rubbing at his shoulder. "You've got quite an arm."
"Are you kidding me?" Caroline spits out groping for the bottle of conditioner. "What are you doing here? Get out!"
She aims for his head but he dodges. Unfortunately.
He holds up his hands, taking a step forward, "I just want to talk."
"I am naked. Hello, boundaries! How did you even get into my apartment? Why would you barge into my bathroom, you creep?"
His eyes drop and Caroline realizes that the bubbles aren't covering much so she lets out an indignant noise and crosses her arm over her breasts. Klaus' gaze snaps to her face and it's the first time she's ever seen him look anything but perfectly self-assured.
Klaus spins around, a hand coming up to run through his hair. "Enzo gave me your spare key, told me we needed to sort out our issues. Said that our tension was affecting his work."
"I'm going to freaking kill him," Caroline mutters darkly. She'd wait until after the showcase, of course. But Enzo was a dead man.
"But he has a point. Why don't you get out and we can talk things through?"
Caroline snorts, "Um, no thanks. You can march your ass out of my apartment. I'll talk to you tomorrow, at rehearsal. I'm busy."
Klaus chances a glance over his shoulder, eyebrow raised in intrigue, "Oh, really? And what's so pressing in that bathtub, sweetheart?"
She glowers at him and he merely smirks back, his confidence back in spades. "That," she says primly, bringing her knees up to her chest, "is really none of your business. Especially since I'm apparently lacking anything remotely resembling sex appeal. At least according to you."
His face creases in confusion, "I am certain I said nothing of the sort."
"Close enough," Caroline drawls resentfully. "And why haven't you left yet?"
He turns back around, crouching down next to the tub. Caroline shifts back suspiciously, "Caroline. You're a brilliant dancer. It's why I selected you for this piece. And you're completely insane if you think I am blind to the fact that you're gorgeous. I'm honestly ashamed of how much my hands linger but I can't seem to help it."
She blinks at him, mouth falling open in shock. "Um, what?"
He rolls his eyes, "I fancy you. How have you not noticed?"
Caroline's mind races attempting to process the new information. Enzo had been cracking constant jokes about how she and Klaus needed to fuck each other out of their systems but she'd brushed those off.
But maybe she shouldn't have. Caroline makes a split second decision, "Get in here," she demands.
It's Klaus' turn to be shocked. "Pardon me?" he sputters, eyes wide.
"Look, I was spinning a really good sexual fantasy before you interrupted me. The least you could do is help me make it a reality."
His hesitation doesn't last long before he's pushing himself to his feet his clothes rapidly hitting the bathroom floor. She leans forward to let Klaus can climb in behind her letting out a pleased hum when he pulls her back against his chest, his lips hot on her shoulder. "Were you thinking of me?" he asks, fingertips stroking her stomach.
Well, she hasn't gotten this far by being shy.
Caroline rakes her nails down Klaus' thigh, grins at his audible swallow. "Yep. I was touching myself imagining it was you. I was going for my clit when you came in. Which was super rude by the way."
"Allow me to acquit myself," Klaus says, low and edged in promise. Caroline spreads her thighs, lets her head tip back against his shoulder. She bites her lip as he parts her folds. One long finger finds her clit and traces it delicately.
Too delicately.
She grinds her ass back into his hardening cock, "If you're going to be a tease I can do it myself," she breathes out, reaching down to grab his wrist.
Klaus huffs out a laugh, nipping at the nape of her neck. "So impatient," he croons. But he slips a finger inside of her before she can say anything snippy in response and a moan emerges instead. "Good?" he asks, adding a second and dragging them out of her slowly.
Caroline nods frantically her hips rocking with the quickening thrusts of his fingers. Water's sloshing around the tub, and she can hear it splashing on the floor but she can't bring herself to care as his palm drags against her clit. Klaus hums against her skin, his free hand cupping her breast, thumb scraping roughly over her tight nipple. "I have to say I didn't imagine this, love. Perhaps I should have because you're lovely like this. Wet and flushed, your skin slick against mine."
She lifts her arm, clutching the edge of the tub, "Funny how that works out," Caroline manages. "You did always talk in mine."
She feels his lips stretch into a smile. "Noted. Shall I tell you the things I have thought of?" Klaus doesn't wait for a reply and Caroline's not sure she'd have been able to formulate one. "Every time we're in a rehearsal room I think about fucking you in front of the mirrors. Using that perfect balance of yours and lifting your leg over my arm so you can watch my cock slide into you. I think about bending you over the barre constantly, peeling off your leotard and making you beg. I think about you on my desk in my tiny cramped office, your legs spread wide while I taste you and you try to stay quiet so no one will know what we're doing."
His words push her closer, her body clamping down on his fingers every time he retreats. Caroline cuts him off, twisting and reaching up to yank his mouth to hers, her other hand leaving its death grip on the tub to dive into the water. She rubs her clit frantically as she kisses him, cries out into his mouth as she comes. She fights to keep her eyes open as she shudders, wanting to remember how he's looking at her, the awe in his gaze making her wonder how she'd never picked up on it before.
Enzo was going to be such a dick about this later.
When she feels like she can string a coherent sentence together she clears her throat. She wants more, new flutters of arousal building while he continues to roll her nipple. "I have an IUD. Are you clean?" she asks.
Klaus gulps, a faint groan emerging when Caroline reaches behind her, her hand wrapping around his cock and pumping him slowly. He nods, and Caroline grins, brushing her lips over his as she maneuvers, shifting up so she can press him to her entrance and sinking back down with a sigh. The noise he makes is louder, strangled, and Caroline echoes it, settling back against him. She brings her knees up, resting her feet next to Klaus' calves on the bottom of the tub, giving herself the leverage she needs to rock against him. His hands span her hips, helping her move, and soon she's panting, straining for another release. "You feel incredible," Klaus rasps out, hand dropping between her thighs. It only takes a few passes, a quick pinch of her clit, and Caroline's muscles lock, her orgasm washing over her. "Fuck," he bites out, his frame tensing behind her. His arms tighten around her, and he quakes, burying his face in her neck.
His cock slips out of her but Caroline makes no move to get up, even if the water is growing cool. "So… this was unexpected," she ventures.
"Inevitable," Klaus corrects, his hands idly tracing her skin. "I was going to ask you out after the showcase."
"I would have said no," Caroline tells him, turning her head to look at him.
Klaus smirks, unbothered. "I suspect I would have been able to convince you. I have it on good authority that you think my hot body is such a waste since I'm such a… what was it? Oh, right. 'Douchebag.'"
Ugh, Caroline was totally adding Bonnie to her 'To Kill' list.
"I stand by that statement. And don't expect me to fawn all over you at work tomorrow. I'm not going to fall all over myself to bend to your every whim just because this happened."
His laughter shakes her body where they're still pressed together. "I'm not an idiot, Caroline. I expect nothing will change between us professionally. We'll just have working out our differences unprofessionally to work forward to once we've left the studio."
Caroline found that she didn't hate that idea.
Caroline sits up and Klaus lets out an annoyed noise, trying to pull her back. Caroline slaps his hands away, stepping out of the tub and reaching for a towel. His disgruntled expression bleeds away and turns hungry his eyes raking over the skin she's not trying to cover. Caroline strives for a casual tone, finds it hard to fight the smile that wants to emerge. "Sex in the workplace? Probably not a good idea. But I do have a three-way mirror in my room. If you want to test out one of your fantasies for round two…"
Klaus practically leaps from the tub, a wave of water following him.
Caroline will have to tell him to clean that up. Later.