AU/AH. Klaus is a lifeguard and, arguably, Caroline's favorite part about going to the beach.
"You're staring again," Katherine sing-songs from her comfortable position on the chaise on Caroline's right.
Caroline huffs through her nose, twirling the thin straw of her fruity cocktail in between her fingertips. "I am not staring. I'm simply—"
"Stalking?"
"—making sure he's competent enough to save our lives if need be!"
"Right. So you don't want to jump hot lifeguard's bones."
"Absolutely not," she concurs, though the words are absent-minded as she busies herself studying the way hot lifeguard's red t-shirt clings to every glorious inch of his body from behind her designer sunglasses.
Katherine hides her smirk against a cool slice of watermelon. "Good to know," she quips, "because I heard Genevieve is planning to."
A gasp.
A head whipping around.
"That bitch!"
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"Excuse me," Caroline loudly clears her throat, arms crossed over her chest, "I need help with something."
Two people turn to look at her.
Genevieve is glaring, unimpressed and obviously annoyed by the interruption, while, as soon as his eyes rest on her, one brow arched in interest, hot lifeguard is smiling.
He! has! dimples!
She hates life.
"Of course." He side-steps Genevieve with ease and inches closer. Suddenly, Caroline is painfully aware of just how skimpy her swimsuit is and, much more embarrassingly, of how little curves she has to offer if compared to the statuesque redhead he seems to already have forgotten all about. "What is it, love?"
"My name is Caroline," she bites back on instinct, regretting it not even a second later—snapping at him was so not the way she had imagined their first ever interaction to go.
If anything, however, he looks amused. "All right. Caroline," his accents curls around the elegant syllables as something else curls tight in her lower belly, "what is it that you need?"
She swallows, trapping her bottom lip beneath a row of perfect teeth and admiring the tanned skin of his arms where it peeks out of the short sleeves of his t-shirt.
"I—"
"Yes?"
Their eyes meet. Matching blue flames igniting an inferno.
"I think I should show you."
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"Klaus—oh."
His fingers push her bikini bottom aside and trail along her opening, teasing her.
"Is this what you needed, love?"
"Ca-Caroline."
He chuckles into her neck, his lips hot as he places open-mouthed kisses up the column of her throat. "Still stubborn, I see. I must be doing something wrong."
He dips one digit inside of her and she thinks he is definitely doing everything right.
"You're—oh—okay."
"Mmh. Just 'okay'?"
She tries to rock against his hand, but he has her pinned to one of the walls of her family's changing-room and movement proves to be difficult. Not that she's complaining.
She whimpers.
"A little desperate for an ego stroke, aren't you?"
"Well," he hitches her left leg up higher around his torso, better spreading her for his ministrations, "I can definitely think of something I'd like for you to stroke, love."
He adds a second digit and, this time, she doesn't bother correcting his use of pet-names.
"Hasn't Genevieve done enough?"
"Jealous?" he grins. When he's satisfied with the way she's keeping her knee bent at his waist, he allows his free hand to travel a little higher, to her flat stomach, then higher, still, to the hem of her bikini top. His touch is gentle and lingers there for a moment, then, without many ceremonies, he pulls at it until its strings untie.
"You wish."
"I do."
It feels like a revelation, but Caroline doesn't have the time to ponder over it.
His mouth latches onto a nipple and his thumb finds her clit and she's soaring, her thighs squeezing him in closer, her nails digging into his covered back.
She is basically naked, so why is he still covered?
"Take off your shirt!" she all but begs as soon as she has recovered from her orgasm. The first one, at least. She foresees a couple more before the day is out. "Take off your damn shirt!"
The offending piece of red cotton has been taunting her for weeks, now, and she's about to lose her mind.
Klaus—it feels so weird to be able to attach a proper name to her obsession, at long last, but she couldn't very well scream 'hot lifeguard!' while coming undone in his arms so, ever the queen of preparation, she had asked him for one before pouncing on him—laughs but obliges, briefly putting some distance between them in order to get rid of the garment.
"Much better," she hums her appreciation, immediately hauling him back to her.
He goes eagerly, covering her mouth with his, pushing his tongue past her lips. Her hands find the elastic band of his swimming trunks, are about to make their way inside.
"Wait."
He draws back and it's like a bucket of cold water being thrown right on her head.
Caroline's hands are empty, all of a sudden, and her lips puckered against air.
"Uh."
"Sorry. I—" Klaus shakes his head, runs a hand through his hair as if frustrated with himself. He hasn't moved away from the cradle for her legs, if anything, so, at least, Caroline can hold on to the illusion that she hasn't just made a fool out of herself for a little while longer. "This is all happening out of order."
Caroline frowns. "What are you talking about?"
"Us."
"Us?"
He sighs. "I have a crush on you, Caroline. I have for the whole summer."
"I—w-what?" she gapes, appalled. "You don't even know me!"
A shrug. A smile. "I'd like to."
She blushes.
He has already had his fingers inside of her, done sinful things with them until she was writhing against him and sobbing his name, but, of course, this is the bit that turns her into a shy mess.
"I'd like that, too."
They meet halfway in a kiss much softer than their previous ones.
Hours later, Caroline's theory about the multiple orgasms per day has been officially proved correct.