Mini. AU/AH. Caroline just wants to get Klaus out of her system, but he seems to have a different idea.
Her horns headband falls to the ground.
She's clutching at his broad shoulders with her hands, nails digging into the taut skin. The taut, naked skin. His upper body is bare if not for a pair of pristine white wings.
As if he could ever be anything other than a sinner.
"Kla—"
"Yes?" he prods when the rest of his name gets stuck in her throat, replaced by a moan. "You were saying, sweetheart?"
"You're such an ass," she manages to grit out.
His smirk is a tantalizing curve against her heated cheek.
"I believe you quite enjoy my ass."
Her legs are currently wrapped around his torso with her feet crossed over his backside, so she can't exactly deny that.
His hands trail up her thighs, caress under the flimsy material of her red satin dress, expecting to find lace or cotton but touching only more skin.
He gulps.
It's Caroline's turn to smirk.
"I couldn't risk panty lines."
"Of course not."
Klaus pushes her more firmly against the wall behind her to keep her upright as his hands rise to her face and cup her jaw, bringing her in forward for a soft kiss.
Caroline gasps, allowing his tongue entrance.
She did not sign up for intimacy.
All she wanted was to bang her best friend's older brother without consequences after years of pent-up sexual tension.
The Gilberts' annual Halloween party had seemed like the perfect occasion—sexy costumes, a severe lack of inhibitions, an abundance of alcohol to blame it on afterwards—but, now, Caroline isn't so sure anymore.
Klaus senses her hesitation and draws back.
"Is everything all right, sweetheart?"
"I... don't know."
He sets her back down on her feet when she refuses to meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry. This was a mistake."
"What? Caro—"
"I have to go."
He's too shocked to stop her, too shocked to process anything other than the fact that she really is the devil.
Stealing souls.
Harboring hearts.