Notes: One of my favorite people reminded me that it had been a very long time since I'd written smut, so I went to this collection to find something that would allow me to work smut into a sequel and this one seemed easiest. There is zero plot here, friends!
Feel It In My Bones (Part Two)
(Prompt: would it be possible for you to write a part 2 to your superhero/supervillainess drabble from a while back? Part one found in Chapter 41. SMUT)
Caroline makes as much noise as she can opening the door, jingling her keys, letting the bottle of champagne in her hand scrape against the wood. "Honey, I'm…" her cheery call trails off when she sees her darkened apartment, lit only by a faint purple glow.
She's surprised by just how disappointed she is. Caroline prides herself on having backup plans for her backup plans but she hadn't even considered the possibility that Klaus would just leave.
She's a big fan of celebrating after a successful job, had told her team that she had plans when she'd begged off their usual gathering. She'd ignored the looks they'd thrown at her, the raised eyebrows and unsubtle hand gestures. She'd totally going to be interrogated later but she'd been willing to endure it.
Caroline had pilfered a really good bottle of Taittinger from Kat's stash, had been so sure she'd be sharing it. She tucks it under her arm, slipping out of her shoes and tossing her bag down on the table in her entryway.
Does she have ice cream? What kind of ice cream even pairs with a $200 dollar bottle of champagne?
She bypasses the living room, peeking in and noting that the cage is still intact. It cheers her up a bit – the parts had been freaking expensive to source and, if Klaus proves difficult to persuade, she can always try another kidnapping.
He'll be pissed but that could be fun.
She reaches the kitchen, flicks the light on. Caroline's just beginning to pull out the pins from the bun coiled on top of her head, freezes when she feels that something's not quite right.
Her abilities are always a little weak after a job, but she should have been paying more attention.
She shifts her grip, holding her hairpins like a weapon, just in case it's an intruder instead of a… well, guest is probably stretching it. She doesn't spot Klaus until he's right in front of her and he's too fast for her to attempt an attack. She's against the wall before she can dodge, her wrists stretched above her head and her hips firmly pinned by his.
Honestly, she's not mad about it.
Klaus is only a few inches taller than she is and Caroline rolls her hips, a pretense of a struggle. The slightest lowering of his lashes is the only reaction she gets. She considers wrapping her thighs around his hips, testing just how committed he is to being peeved about the whole abduction thing. Decides it might be smarted to let him vent a bit first.
In the interest of their potential partnership.
His earlier disillusionment with his previous do-gooding had gotten her thinking about a more long-term arrangement. Save for Kat (and the clones she can produce) Caroline's team's abilities are more mental than physical. They're good but there's always room for improvement.
One of the perks of being a bad guy is that she doesn't have to do any boring agonizing over the ethics of mixing business with pleasure.
Caroline wets her lips and Klaus' eyes dip to follow the movement. She twists her wrists slightly, testing him, but his grip doesn't slacken. "Have you just been skulking around in the dark for the last three hours?"
"I see perfectly well without light."
Huh. Interesting. The file Bonnie had compiled on Klaus has super senses listed as likely, given what they know of his lineage. The confirmation is nice.
His nose twitches a bit. "You're bleeding."
She'd healed the wound already, a bullet graze from a rent-a-cop with surprisingly good aim. "Not anymore."
He's quiet for a long moment, his body tense. When he speaks the words are reluctant, "Where?"
It's a fight not to grin in triumph. His concern is so very promising. "Left thigh."
Klaus shifts until he can close one hand over both her wrists, giving them a warning squeeze. His free hand lands on her leg, his touch tentative.
Well, Caroline can't have that. Not when things are just beginning to get interesting.
She presses her leg against his hand, encouraging. "Higher."
He finds the tear in her pants; she'd widened it to make it look like a purposeful rip for her cab ride home. He runs his thumb over where she'd been wounded, his expression darkening as he traces the length of newly knitted flesh along the top of her thigh. "What happened?"
"Lucky shot. I'll do a better job of healing it later. Can't have anyone asking awkward questions the next time I want to wear a skirt."
"You heal better than most," he says slowly, repeating earlier words.
"Yup," Caroline chirps. She's not about to offer any more details, not when they still have the particulars of their business to hash out.
If he wants to go right to pleasure, Caroline's willing to play along.
She smiles at him, bats her lashes and breaks out her very best southern girl sweetness, "I'm so touched that you're fretting over little ol' me."
"I'm am not…"
She ignores him and teases, "Guess I wasn't the only one who had a hard time letting go of a stranger they banged in a crappy motel, huh?"
That her injury had overridden all his other plans has sealed it. She totally hadn't been the only one who'd regretted only spending a single night together.
Klaus exhales audibly, clearly frustrated. He crowds closer, his chest pressing into hers as his head dips towards her throat. She feels the scrape of stubble first, tips her head back to give him more room once his lips brush over her jaw. "I should have left," he mutters.
"Hey! That's totally…" Her snappy comeback is smothered by his mouth and Caroline quickly forgets that she's offended. Klaus is demanding, coaxing her open for him. He groans when she pushes back, just as eager for a taste. It's a messy clash, tongue and heat and the edge of teeth. Caroline can't catch her breath, but she can't bring herself to turn away, not when her pulse races and a good ache is building low in her stomach. Klaus lets her hands loose and she slides one into his hair, the other going under his shirt, to stroke over the tensing muscle of his stomach.
He only lets her play for a moment.
He spins her easily, pressing the front of her body to a wall. Klaus bites the side of her neck lightly when she tries to turn, caging her in by pressing his hand into the wall next to her head. Caroline stills and, twisting as much as she's able, glares over her shoulder.
She catches the briefest hint of a smile before his head lowers again and he sets is mouth to the mark his teeth had surely made. She shivers when his tongue presses against her skin, easing her legs further apart at his urging. His free hand moves, from her hip to her stomach, gliding upwards, featherlight, until he grasps the zipper at her throat. He tugs gently, slowly, and Caroline's so focused on the sound she almost misses Klaus' murmured question. "You said you wanted to talk about my boredom, didn't you?"
His thumb drags against her chest as he opens her zipper, rough against her heated skin. She bites her lip to keep in a whimper of disappointment when he gets to the neckline of the tank top she's wearing. Her voice isn't entirely steady when she answers, "We can do that."
He strips away the tight black jacket away, peeling it down her arms. He takes her hands again, stretching them above her head. "Excellent, will you keep your hands there for me?" Klaus seems to be in no hurry, stroking her arms, resting his palms on the slight curve of her waist. His hum when she nods is pleased and he gathers her flimsy shirt up, "Let's just get this off first."
Caroline doesn't resist as he pulls it over her head and tosses it aside, nor when he toys with the fastening of her jeans, his lips teasing the strap of her bra. "I want to know about you." Klaus pops the button, his fingertips just dragging against the waistband of her (nicer than she'd usually wear for a job) underwear. "Tell me, Caroline. What is it that you do?"
He's not asking about crime.
He's also playing dirty. Caroline can't say she's not into it. She tenses her stomach, trying to tip her hips up to encourage his hand to dip lower. Klaus's hand stills, resting heavily on her lower stomach. Caroline exhales noisily in frustration, "Does is really matter?"
"You know far more about me than I do about you, love. Do you blame me for wanting to even the field a bit?" He pauses, leaning away from her slightly. "It doesn't have to be like this. We can…"
Caroline grabs his wrist before he can step away. She's very into the game they're playing, can feel that Klaus is too. "I like this." She moves slowly, each move calculated, placing each of her palms in the same position he had.
He doesn't move away but he's no longer pressed tightly against the line of her back. "I'm stronger than you."
Ugh. Men. So patronizing.
Caroline moves again, groping behind her until she can clutch Klaus' shirt in her fist. "The technical term for what I do is molecular manipulation." She concentrates, not even very hard, and the noise Klaus makes is shocked. He presses closer finally as a small wave of water washes over them, his shirt now a puddle at their feet. "It works on living things too."
"That's how you heal."
"I can heal. I could also turn your blood to water or soy sauce or lava, if I wanted. You're stronger than me? Please."
"It's impressive."
"I know-oh." Caroline's head falls back on a gasp, her nails digging uselessly into the smooth wall in front of her. Her anger slips away as Klaus touches her with purpose. He works his hand deeper into her jeans, next to her skin. He presses two fingers into her folds, they grow slick quickly because she's really turned on. He drags them along either side of her clit a few times, Caroline's spine stiffening as she rocks her hips, greedy for more contact.
Klaus, apparently, isn't feeling generous and he denies her direct contact. His lips drag along the side of her throat, "So eager," he teases. "Whatever were you thinking about on your way home?"
Her laugh is a little shaky, "Honestly? There were multiple scenarios."
Most of them angrier. She'd imagined him shoving her against the door when she'd arrived, mouth fierce and hands forceful. She'd been prepared for ripped seams – no major loss, she's got a half dozen identical jackets and jeans and the tank she'd been wearing underneath is the kind that you buy three in a pack. She'd figured he'd wear marks from her nails for at least a few hours, that her teeth would score the muscle of his shoulder because she'd be unwilling to give him the satisfaction of moaning his name when she came.
She'd planned to offer the champagne once they'd been spent. To see if Klaus could be seduced again, now that he knows who she really is.
Whatever this is hadn't crossed her mind. The questions, the lack of haste. He's not reacting at all how she'd anticipated and she's having a hell of a time maintaining her composure.
Klaus crowds her against the wall, his cock hard against her ass, Caroline grinds against his palm, shivering at the pleasure it sends rippling up her spine. "I'll admit my mind cooked up a few while I explored your home. The rope in your office, the toys in your bedside table. That three-sided mirror in your closet."
"You were busy," Caroline manages to grit out, though she can't muster any annoyance. Not when her thighs are beginning to tremble, her breath growing short as her pleasure builds. Left alone in Klaus' home, their circumstances reversed? She would have done the same thing. "Is that three separate fantasies? Or elements of one?"
He eases two fingers inside of her and Caroline moans at the stretch, her body clenching down. He moves, leisurely gliding in and out, curling and lingering when he finds a spot that pulls a cry from her. "I do like the way you think," Klaus rasps.
Then his fingers are gone, just as she'd been about to tip over the edge, and Caroline whines when he grabs her hips, stilling her movements. Her head rest against the wall and she tries her damnedest to hide her frustration. "Tease," she grumbles.
"I find that one of your other offers sticks in my head, sweetheart. The one about punishing you for kidnapping me? I've decided how I'd like to do that."
Caroline rubs back against him, savors the way his grip tighten on her hips. "I feel like I know where this is going."
"Do you?"
They'd barely slept, that night they'd spent together. She'd gotten a whirlwind tour of his sexual preferences, had found them delightfully aligned with hers. She's entirely sure he won't hurt her, not with how her minor, already healed fresh wound had aggravated him.
She pushes away from the wall, her arms still shaky. Caroline turns to face Klaus' is gratified to find him looking just as wrecked as she feels, his eyes drifting down her body, all heat and hunger. His fingers flex against her, his shoulders rising as he inhales deeply, like he's shoring up his control. His lips are wet and red, and she wonders if he's been pressing them together, swallowing his own groans.
"For the rest of the night, you can call the shots," Caroline says, reaching behind her for the clasp of her bra. "On two conditions." She lets the bra drop to the floor, kicks it away. Klaus' hands drift up, his thumb flicking over her straining nipple. She arches her back, a silent plea for more.
Klaus isn't so easily distracted, damn him. "Conditions?"
"First, you agree to meet with me tomorrow. You let me make my pitch." It'll give her enough time to whip up something convincing, maybe a PowerPoint presentation to support her position.
Is that a hint of a smile? Caroline suspects so. "I'm sure I can work that into my schedule. The second condition?"
"At some point, you will make me come."
This time he definitely smiles, slow and satisfied. He lifts Caroline easily, whirling to deposit her on the kitchen island before she even has time to clutch at his shoulders. "Ah. So you have guessed my cunning plan."
Klaus presses his mouth between her breasts, his eyes on hers as his tongue darts out to taste her there. She hears a stool scrape against the tile, watches as Klaus settles into it, between her spread thighs. "Cunning plans are kind of my thing," she says, lifting her hips when his hands curl into the waistband of her jeans. He discards her panties too, then his mouth brushes against her inner thigh. Caroline tenses, pushes her knee into his shoulder. "You haven't agreed to my second term."
She can be patient. But only to a certain degree.
She squirms when he laughs, the puffs of air tickling already sensitized skin, "Oh, Caroline. As if I could resist. I'll drive to the brink. With my mouth and my hands. You'll touch yourself for me, won't you, love? Until you can't take any more. Until you need me inside you. Then, I'll let you come."
Caroline nods, her throat now dry, her mind whirling with what Klaus has shared of his plans.
She is so, so onboard.
Klaus drapes one of her legs over his shoulder, pushing the other to the side until she's fully bared. His thumb pets over the neatly trimmed blonde curls, dipping lower to part her folds. He grazes her slickness and she hisses, her arousal roaring back to life. Klaus hums, "Just as pretty as I remember. I want to taste." He licks his thumb, then rubs a rough circle over her clit. Caroline's toes curl and she clenches her teeth together.
It's far to early to start asking for more.
Then his mouth is on her, he makes a noise of pleasure after he takes a broad lick. He spends some time exploring, teasing her entrance but avoiding anything other than the lightest brushes of her clit and she finds it easy to relax into, sighing as she moves against his mouth. Klaus' hands run up and down her thighs, almost soothing. The heat builds slowly this time, fizzing through Caroline's veins, and her eyes grow heavy.
Klaus pulls back to take a few deep breaths, scrapping his stubbled cheek against her thigh. Her stomach jumps when his eyes gleam, grow challenging, just before lips seal over her clit. Caroline grips the edge of the counter to stay upright, her hips rocking as the pressure increases. His tongue flickers quickly and she's soon shaking, noises she can't control spilling from her. "Holy… Klaus!" Her vision grows hazy as muscles twitch, heat gathering lightening fast. She falls back when tremors start to build at the base of her spine, a hand coming up to pinch at her nipple as her hips rise, her muscles straining, the edge is just out of reach.
She groans when he pulls back, though she knew it was coming. His hands rest on her knees, preventing her from closing them like she wants to, Caroline closes her eyes and writhes thoughtlessly, chasing the wave she'd been so freaking close to. Klaus pries her fingers from their death grip on the countertop, his lips brushing against her palm as she tries to catch her breath. He doesn't flinch when her eyes pop open though she's sure her expression is thunderous. He tugs on her arm pulling her upright again. His brows rise and he watches her expression closely, "Alright, love?"
Caroline brings a shaky hand up to her hair, tugging out the few pins that had remained. They clink to the ground, hopelessly bent out of shape now. She swallows, licks her lips, and musters her haughtiest tone, though her voice is scratchy, "Is that all you've got?"
Klaus grins, his pleasure obvious and scoops her off the countertop. He settles her across his lap, pushing against her chest until she leans back. "Stay still for me, will you?" He murmurs and Caroline takes a deep breath, resists the urge to squirm. His cock is hard, just below where she wants it pressed. She can feel her wetness smearing against his skin and the temptation to rock against the hard muscle of his abdomen is immense. "Exhale," he croons, his lips brushing against her nipple.
She does so, a little shaky, and his murmured praise makes her hotter.
One of his arms crosses over her back, saving her from the dig of the counter's edge, his hand curing over her shoulder. She flexes her fingers, working out the strain, rests them tentatively on Klaus' shoulders.
He doesn't tell her not to touch him and so Caroline lets her palms explore. "How do you feel?" he asks, his touch gliding up, across her sternum to tip her face to his. His gaze is measuring, watchful and Caroline takes another deep breath, unprompted, feeling some of her tension ease. His thumb brushes across her mouth and she catches it between her teeth, enjoying the way his eyes darken.
"A little frustrated, a little achy. But good, overall." Better than she'd felt in ages, if she's being honest.
He nods, satisfied, tugging her closer, until the length of his torso presses to hers. He inhales, his face pressed into her throat, pressing a kiss just under her ear. "Lovely. Having my blood turned to lava sounds decidedly unpleasant."
That startles a laugh from her and Klaus winds her legs around his hips while she's distracted. Caroline clings to his shoulders as he begins to move, taking quick steps in the direction of her bedroom suite. "As long as you remember condition two you should be safe."
"Do those clever quips of yours ever get you into trouble?"
She finds she can't resist running her hands over his skin, enjoys the way the muscles along his spine flex and twitch. She bends her head to scrape her teeth along his collarbone, thoroughly enjoys it when his breath hitches. "I'm a supervillain. I like trouble."
"Bit full of yourself, aren't you?"
"Says the superhero."
"Ah, but I didn't pick the moniker, did I? That was all the press."
Klaus sets her down on her bed and Caroline holds tight when he makes to leave, sliding up until she can draw his head down to hers. She kisses him and melts back into the mattress, welcoming Klaus' weight. When his mouth opens for her Caroline moans, tasting herself on his tongue. She presses up, rubbing the tips of her breasts against him, gratified to find his skin fever hot and the slightest bit damp.
He's supposed to be punishing her but he's suffering too.
Klaus looks the tiniest bit dazed when he pulls away.
Caroline draws her nails down the length of his spine, and he swallows harshly, "If the press knew who I was I'd be a pretty crappy villain, wouldn't I? Hence, super."
His head shakes, a touch of exasperation entering his expression. He smooths her hair away from her face, rolling slightly to the side. He grows contemplative and Caroline finds herself glancing down in disbelief. He's held his lower body rigidly away from her, but she'd felt him. Her eyes confirm that his cock still strains the front of his jeans. "Why'd you start?" he asks and she's a little impressed that he can ignore his body so easily.
Lord knows hers is screaming.
She tries to look away, but his hands tip her chin back in his direction, challenging her. She blows out a breath, defeated. A little trust won't kill her, will it? And, it'll be necessary, if he joins her team. "It's not that deep. I just needed money. A lot of it, quickly."
"For?"
"Shoes, obviously."
She's a great liar but Klaus isn't fooled. He doesn't speak and he doesn't move, his fingertips remain lightly brushing her jaw.
She caves. Embarrassingly quickly. "My mom got sick when I was in college. The insurance got eaten up within a few months, we couldn't pay for her treatment and school and she wanted to sell her house. I just… got a job."
He kisses her again, just a brush but warmth washes over Caroline as if he'd taken a deeper taste. "Was that so hard?" he murmurs.
There are only three other people on this planet who know the whole of her history. "Um, a little."
"Perhaps you deserve a reward."
He's off the bed before she can tease him about being a big softy. Caroline sits up, getting her elbows under her and watching him pull his belt apart. She wiggles her eyebrows, "Now who's conceited? As if you getting naked is a reward."
She's disappointed when he leaves his clingy black boxer briefs in place so maybe it kind of is. He turns and heads into her closet and Caroline remembers what he'd said earlier, her thoughts turning decidedly dirty. She's distracted when he returns, hefting the mirror – which she knows is plenty heavy – without even a hint of strain. He sets it down, fiddling until the two side panels are pushed apart, showing the whole of the bed. Caroline tucks her legs underneath her, makes a face at the mess her hair has become because it's going to require some serious conditioning in the morning. Klaus rounds the bed and climbs on, arranging himself with her pillows behind him, against the headboard. He beckons her with a crooked finger. Caroline gets to her knees and shuffles towards him, curious to see where this is going.
It's not like Klaus has steered her wrong yet.
He gestures for her to turn and she allows his hands to guide her, until her back is pressed against his chest, his legs bracketing hers.
He pushes her hair to one side, "Last summer, I almost kept driving."
His lips touch her neck, drag down to her shoulder. He lingers there and his palm comes up to cradle the underside of her breast. His free hand circles her wrist, guiding her hand between her thighs, even as his foot hooks around her ankle, widening her legs until they can both see how slick she is in the mirror. Caroline drags her fingers over her entrance, watches him watching her, tracks the growing need in the tension in his shoulders.
"Oh? And why'd you stop?"
She feels him smile, his mouth pressed into her skin, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. "I saw you. I pulled over without even really deciding to."
The rush of pleasure Caroline feels at the admission should shock her but she's self aware enough to know that her motives here had been murky from the beginning. Klaus had called her out on it and he'd still been shaking off the sedative she'd dosed him with. She'd been hurt to spot him in her city, had thought she'd felt a connection, something she hadn't allowed herself in years.
It had been a gut punch to think she'd been wrong, that Klaus had been so close but hadn't bothered to reach out.
Caroline's no stranger to being wanted. Her work often involves flirting, wrapping a mark around her finger until they're pliant and willing to give up what she needs to get a job done. They never really know her, and she's never cared much about them.
She'd been herself with Klaus last summer, and in every minute they've spent together since he'd woken up in her apartment. He could have left hours ago but he didn't. And he's already planning on coming back.
She hadn't been wrong about what had sprung up between them. Klaus might not have wanted to drag her into his mess but Caroline's freaking great at those.
If he hasn't already changed his mind, she'll just have to convince him.
She relaxes against him, eyes growing heavy lidded as her fingers trace her clit. Lightly because there's no need to torture herself. "My outfit was cute that day."
"That must have been it."
"Do you regret it?" Caroline asks, the words out before she can consider if they're smart.
Klaus' reply is immediate, fervent. "No, not for a moment."
Flattering, considering the whole kidnapping thing.
She reaches behind her, snaps the band of his boxer briefs against his skin. "Can I get rid of these?" She wants his bare now, and all for her, but she doesn't want to move.
"Please do," he rasps and then there's nothing between them. His cock presses into the small of her back, hot and leaking and they reach an accord – the time for teasing is over.
For now. The night's still young and Klaus has made certain promises.
There's no fumbling, they remember each other. Klaus slouches down a touch, his arm banding around her waist to help Caroline lift and maneuver. His cock presses through her folds, the head catching the underside of her clit and pulling a whine from her. She tilts her hips when he draws back, enough so that he can sink into her with a groan. He pushes in slowly, pauses when he's buried all the way.
Caroline's head lolls back, eyes squeezed shut to better enjoy how good this feels, her body already fluttering around his thick length. She'd close and he hasn't even moved. "Watch," Klaus orders, and she can't resist, eyes sharpening to take in the sight of them, tangled together. The tendons in his arm flex as he draws her up, then pulls her down over his cock, again and again. Her skin's tinged pink and she can see marks on her inner thighs, made by his mouth. She plants a foot on the bed, quickening their pace.
He's inside her now, he promised he wouldn't be able to resist.
"Touch yourself," he urges, "I want you to come for me."
She cries out in relief, her fingers stroking and teasing her clit, not especially carefully. The first wave leaves her reeling and Klaus takes over when she thrashes against him, prolonging her pleasure until he takes what he needs, his groans muffled against her neck as his hips jerk against her.
She has no recollection of getting under the covers, but she finds herself there, half sprawled on top of Klaus, pleasantly sore and exhilarated as she catches her breath. He seems less winded and she'd be a little offended if not for his enhanced physiology.
Which they're going to have to test later. Caroline generally has reservations about shower sex but, considering Klaus' strength, his superhuman reflexes… maybe it's doable.
She feels his cock stir against her hip and she twists her head up to look at him, eyes narrowing suspiciously, "Mind reading isn't one of your things, is it?"
His brows lift, face reading intrigue. "No. Were you thinking something lascivious, sweetheart?"
There will be time for her fantasies later. Hopefully.
Caroline lifts a shoulder, striving for nonchalance, "Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to stay for breakfast. Maybe go out after, see a movie or something."
It's about the most mundane possible first date she can imagine, probably wildly inappropriate considering the things they've already done. Who they are.
She's decided she wants more than business. More than just pleasure.
Her heart's beating quickly and she'd given up biting her nails years ago but she's nervous enough to that her hands twitch, her index finger curling until the nail worries her thumb's cuticle.
Klaus' eyes are wider than they had been a second ago and she's pleased to have shocked him. The feeling grows when he cups the back of her neck, dragging her up and rolling her over, until he hovers over her. His lips skim her cheek affectionately, "What'll you be feeding me then? I did skip dinner."
She drags her fingers down his side, wondering if Klaus is at all ticklish, "I did offer you dinner."
He hums, lips twitching in amusement. "Are there any leftovers? It smelled good."
At her affirmative Klaus moves quickly, upending her over his shoulder.
It's probably frowned upon to drink luxury champagne with food fresh from the microwave. Passing the bottle back and forth, sharing a plate with Klaus, Caroline can't find it in her to care.