He showed up back at the suite five minutes early. Becca and Stefan were laughing in the kitchen, cooking something together.
"Looking good, Mikaelson!" Stefan shouted over his shoulder.
Nik was glad that Stefan had finally warmed up to him.
"Thanks, mate. What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" Becca asked, dangling a piece of raw chicken in the air.
"Well, it's not a textbook or a shopping bag, so I don't really understand."
"I know how to cook, Nik!"
Stefan stood behind her and shook his head, mouthing the word 'no.'
Nik smirked.
Becca turned around to Stefan. "I saw that, you arse!"
She sighed. "Fine, Nik. Stefan is teaching me. Where are you off to dressed in a suit?"
"I have a date."
"Oh, I've got this." Stefan smiled, changing his posture and trying to do his best stern father impersonation. "No funny stuff, and have her home by curfew. I know the prom ends at ten p.m. sharp."
"And I completely forgot my corsage!" Nik joked back, playing along.
"Have you been drinking son? Let me smell your breath!"
"No sir! I wo-" Nik froze in the middle of their little game and stared down the hall. His face went from laughing to serious, and he was transfixed by the figure that just stepped into the hall.
"Hey." Caroline smiled at him. She was wearing the blue dress, the sparkly heels, even the bracelet. She had both stacked on the same wrist.
"Good evening." He greeted her, tipping his head down slightly. "You look lovely."
Stefan raised an eyebrow and exchanged a knowing look with Becca.
"Oh, well, you picked it out, so..."
"Not the dress. You look very beautiful."
She felt a blush burning through her cheeks and she could swear she could see Stefan and Becca making goofy faces at each other.
"Uh, thank you. You look nice too. I've never seen you dressed up before."
"Neither have I, and I've know him my whole life!" Becca interjected.
"Becca, is that supposed to be on fire?" Nik calmly asked.
She whipped her head around and scurried back over to the stove. Stefan followed her, grabbing a glass of wine to put out the fire, only making it worse when the alcohol fed the flames.
"Shall we get out of here before the burn the place down?" Nik held his hand out to Caroline. She smiled and laced her fingers though his.
The restaurant was on a pier that jutted out over the beach. There were only a few tables along the back near the glass panels that looked out at the crashing waves. The other patrons all looked impossibly wealthy and much older. She had been worried that they would be overdressed in their fancy clothes, but they seemed appropriate for this kind of place.
She had never seen a restaurant that had so few tables. It confused her and made her wonder how much the whole ordeal would cost. As the hostess led them though to one of the tables at the windows Caroline kept her hands close to her sides, afraid of breaking or bumping into anything.
When they got to the table, Nik hurried over to pull out her chair for her and she got confused and ended up almost tripping over her own feet. He looked nervous too. It created a weird awkward tension between them. He wasn't really one for dating, and she never went out with guys who opened car doors or pulled out chairs. They were both fidgeting a bit, unsure of how to go about this kind of date.
Caroline looked down at the table and felt a flood of panic. There were so many different utensils. She had four different glasses in front of her. How was she supposed to know which was which? The hostess placed a menu in front of each of them. There weren't any prices listed. Oh crap. That meant it was super expensive. She tried to read through the list, but half the words were unfamiliar. She didn't know what any of these dishes were.
"I um... I just have to go to the rest room." She shot up and scurried away.
Once she was past the corner into the fancy little sitting room inside the restroom, she called Elena. Maybe she would know. No answer, of course. She tried to think of who else to call. Who would have been to a place like this?
Elijah was sitting on the back porch drinking a glass of wine and looking out at the resort. He heard the sliding door open behind him. Katherine brought out the rest of the bottle, pouring a glass for herself and setting in on the table.
"It's not going to work, Kat."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You can't keep showing up in front of me, expecting me to just fall into your traps again."
"I know." She said quietly.
"So why are you here?"
"The boat's coming tomorrow. A few days before it docks again. That's probably the last I'll see of you."
"You don't honestly think I'm going to fall for that?"
"No. Just let me have this, ok? Talk to me a little. This morning reminded me how much I missed you."
He sighed and refilled his glass. "Kat. I'm a grump. I'm just some guy who lets his job rule his life and is impossibly cold to most people. When we were together you were always lighting up the room and catching the attention of the whole crowd and I would just stand by and watch you work your magic. No one even knew I was there. You went after me because I was lonely and rich. There's nothing else. There's nothing special about me to miss."
"Is that really how you see yourself?" She asked. "I know lonely and rich. It's kind of my specialty. You're so much more. And you're not the cold one. I am. I only ever look out for myself. You practically raised your siblings. You're the most noble person I've ever known. My greatest regret will always be hurting you."
"Kat, please don't say that. I can't go through this again."
"Eli..." She said quietly.
He looked off into the distance for a moment, but was interrupted when his phone beeped. A string of frantic text messages from Nik.
What is this food?
I'm sending you a picture of the menu.
What do I do?
Tell me what these words mean I don't know what to order.
Which fork do I use?
Elijah! Answer me! She's coming back any minute!
Am i supposed to put this napkin on my lap?
I think they're bringing bread. Is it ok to eat the bread with my hands?
Quick! Name a wine I can order that makes it seem like I know about wine.
Elijah smiled at his phone. Katherine tilted her head and he showed her. She laughed and put her hands over her heart.
"Oh that poor thing!" She laughed, and leaned closer to Elijah to look at the picture of the menu. "Tell him to order that one, and the one below it for her if she's not sure what to get. And the forks, just start with the out-"
She was cut off when her phone rang.
"Caroline?" She answered, and looked at Elijah, who had to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.
"Ok, calm down. I'm sure it's fine. No, he's able to pay for it. Caroline. He knows how much it costs, don't worry. Ok, just start with the fork or knife on the outside and you go towards the inside with each course."
She moved her chair right up against Elijah's and whispered to him to help him answer his brother's questions between the spurts of Caroline's meltdown.
Katherine turned back to the phone. "Ok. You're going to go back in there and let him pick something for you to order. I'm sure he'll suggest something great. Don't bring up money and make it awkward. Just let him deal with it. Now when you go back to the table, if he stands up, you can kiss him. Cheek or lips is fine. When you sit, if he puts his hand on the table it means he wants to hold your hand, so put yours on the table where he can reach it."
Katherine tucked the phone under her chin as Caroline rattled off more worries, and she looked down at Elijah's phone.
"Tell him to make sure he stands up when she gets back. And tell him to put his hand on the table, if she puts hers on the table too it means she wants to hold his hand." She whispered to Elijah and he texted her words to Nik quickly.
"Caroline, it'll be fine. Let him pick the drink, He'll probably get a bottle of something. You pick out a dessert and suggest you share it. The waiter will put in in the middle of the table, and you'll have to lean closer to each other to reach it, and it'l be adorable. Just go back to the table and relax before he wonders what's taking you so long, ok?"
Katherine hung up the phone.
"What wine should I tell him? I was thinking a caber-" Elijah asked.
"Champagne." Katherine butted in. "It's perfect for celebrating special occasions, and it was what she was drinking the first night they fu- the first night they kissed."
Elijah nodded and sent a final text to his brother and set the phone down.
"You know, it's scary how good you are at this." He said to her.
"I'm a woman of many talents." Katherine said suggestively.
"Oh, I haven't forgotten" Elijah smiled.
Caroline walked back to the table and she saw him tuck his phone away and scramble to stand up as she approached. She walked over to him and kissed him softly as he moved towards her to pull out her chair. He seemed pleasantly surprised by the gesture, and it, combined with Elijah's help, calmed his nerves.
She saw him put his hand on the table. Katherine said that was the signal that she should put hers there to so he could hold it. She seriously hoped Katherine wasn't full of shit and carefully placed her hand on the table.
He watched her hesitantly place her hand on the table, a few inches away from his. Elijah had said that meant he should hold her hand. Why was he trusting Elijah for this kind of advice? Well, lets see how this one goes and maybe the rest of his advice will be the same.
He reached out and wrapped his hand around hers. She smiled at him. It was working. He felt relieved that his nerd brother had some tricks up his sleeve.
"I don't know what to order." She said, looking at the menu.
He was glad Elijah had thought of that too.
"I think you should get this." He pointed "And I'll get this one" he pointed to the one next to it. "And if you don't like yours, we'll switch."
"Thanks" she smiled. "I have no idea how to even pronounce this stuff."
The waiter came over to take their orders.
"And to drink?" He asked.
Caroline looked to Nik for help.
"Can we have a bottle of champagne?" Nik asked the waiter, and he looked at the list and pointed to one at random, hoping it was good. "This one?"
The waiter nodded and came back quickly with their drinks.
After their first glasses they were both more relaxed. She was back to her bubbly self, telling him funny stories and asking questions. He would answer her and ask more back, curious to get to know her more, but sometimes he just got distracted looking at her. She was here. With him.
The food came and they were both relieved that it was really good, although it was so fancy it was hard to tell what it was exactly. She insisted on feeding him some of hers and he followed suit. They were joking as they ate and he was having fun seeing what he could say to make her giggle. One of the older couples near them turned to see what the noise was, and they looked at the young couple, then back to each other and smiled, a look of reminiscence on their faces. Nik saw the man whisper something to the woman and hold her hand. He felt like a new member in some secret club he never knew existed. Just like he could spot another assassin in a crowd, could people in love see it in others? Was it something that was obvious to most people? He had never noticed it before right now.
When the waiter asked if they wanted dessert, Caroline suggested they split something and he let her pick. She just looked for something with the word chocolate in it and pointed to that.
She wanted to hug Katherine for being right on the nose about this one. They both perched up a little, leaning into the table to reach the dome shaped cake type thing between them and she caught him stealing glances at her the whole time. She couldn't wait to get out of there and be alone with him. Caroline was already zoning in on how she was going to get that tie off him. She would go for the jacket first, then the tie, shirt, belt..."
"Caroline?" he asked.
"Huh?" She snapped out of her daze.
"Did you want to?"
"What?"
"Dance?" He motioned to the room next to the one the tables were in. There was a bar and a few couples were dancing. He noticed the happy looking older couple had gone in the other room to dance after they paid their check.
The waiter handed him a little leather folder holding the check and he simply put his credit card on the folder and handed it back without bothering to look first.
Caroline looked around, confused.
"I was saying, once I sign this, we can go in there if you like, people are dancing. Never mind, it was a stupid idea."
He wanted to smack himself for blurting out something from his own mind. Elijah had helped him though all this and he had to go and do something himself to make it awkward.
"No. I'd love to." Caroline smiled.
"Really?" He asked hesitantly.
The check was back and he signed it and slipped the card in his pocket.
"Yes." Caroline said.
They got up and he took her hand to lead her into the next room.
She looked out to the piano player in the corner and the half dozen couples swaying around the dance floor. He hesitated a bit as they got closer and she lead the way onto the dance floor.
"You don't really do this kind of stuff, do you?" She asked.
"No." he admitted, shifting his weight between his feet and trying to figure out what he was supposed to be doing.
She shook her head at him and wrapped her hands around his neck, leaning her head against his shoulder.
He felt her move slightly, swaying from side to side and he followed her lead, moving from side to side, circling his arms around her waist.
"This is nice." He said.
"Yeah." she agreed, moving closer to him.
They swayed together, quietly listening to the music for a few more songs.
"Ready to get out of here? We still have a second part of the date." He smiled.
"Finally." She smiled. "I can't wait to get you out of that-"
"Not so fast, sweetheart."
"What?" She looked disappointed.
"I didn't mean second part like that. There's another stop before the nights over."
"And after that, we go somewhere?"
"Well, normally I wouldn't be so presumptuous, but since you've made it clear that you wanted to spend the night away from the rest of the group, I've found a place to stay. We'll call that part three of our date."
"Alright, so where's part two?"
"You'll see when we get there."
He drove though a twisting narrow road though the jungle. She kept pestering him but he wouldn't tell her. They reached an empty parking lot that ran up against a tall privacy fence. There was a big door with a heavy lock along the fence.
"Where are we?"
"Glove box." He pointed.
She opened it up and there was a big metal ring full of keys and a pair of her flats.
"You kidnapped my shoes!" She protested.
"I figured you wouldn't want to spend the whole night in the ones you're wearing."
She smiled and took off her heels, slipping the flats on. She picked up the ring of keys and handed them over.
He walked up to the door, and unlocked it. There was a note next to it.
Nik - Security comes around at 1 am. make sure you're out and it's locked up by then. Leave the keys in the spot we talked about.
"What's that about?" She asked.
"Just calling in a favor with a friend." He said.
She watched him put the note in his pocket and walk through the door. She looked around, then followed him.
It was both the creepiest and sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. They were standing in the middle of a local theme park. Everything was eerie in the dark and silence and it made her inch closer to him and keep looking behind her shoulder.
"Which ride do you want to go on first?" He asked, jiggling the keys.
She looked around and the big ferris wheel caught her eye. He watched her look at it and took her hand to walk over to it.
She sat in the basket and waited while he plugged one of the keys into the machine and pushed a few buttons.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Caroline, they let teenagers operate these things, it's fine."
"Yeah but the teenagers aren't riding them at the same time."
"I'm sure some of them have tried it. There's an auto start and stop setting. I can push it and it starts after five seconds and it'll stop once it makes a full circle."
"Alright, I'm trusting you not to get yourself killed."
"Right. Ruthless hit-man killed by ferris wheel. You must be 48 inches or taller to go to his funeral."
"Not funny, Nik!"
The whole thing lit up and started making whirling noises. He punched a few buttons and scurried into the basket with her.
On the way up she leaned out the side and looked at all the different rides, trying to figure out which ones to go on. He watched her face, lit up by the glow of all the lights blinking on the machine. She was perfect.
"That's a haunted house!" She pointed off to the side. "And tea cups, and the roller coaster looks fun! Oh, what about that one over there?"
He smiled, watching her get excited over every thing that caught her eye.
After they went on all the rides she pointed out, they wandered off to the edges of the park looking for more. They passed a food stand and he caught her eyes go wide at the sight of the big bags of cotton candy. He flipped though the keys and found one that worked.
"You're stealing!" she whispered, as if other people could hear them.
He pealed the wrapper off and pulled a piece of the cotton candy off and ate it.
"Oh, did you not want any, then? Is petty theft where you draw the line?"
"Well, someone had to say it."
"Would you like some stolen candy or not?" he waved it in front of her.
She sighed and grabbed some. In the long run, this one little thing wouldn't matter, especially compared to everything else.
"You think Robbie would like this place?" She asked.
"It was his idea."
"You're kidding."
"Not kidding. I called Jimmy, had him put the kid on the phone, asked for some dating pointers."
"Really? And what did Robbie say?"
"He told me that girls were gross, but you're not. And he said to go somewhere with rides and junk food."
"Is that all?"
"He also suggested that I wear an Iron man suit and bring you video games, but i decided against that one."
"He's a fun kid." Caroline smiled.
"I have a job with Jimmy lined up in a few months." Nik said quietly.
"Oh?" Caroline asked, not sure how to respond.
"If you don't hate me again by that time, you can always come with me to visit them. I'm not letting you anywhere near the job itself, but if you wanted to come along for some time with Robbie."
She tilted her head and looked at him. He was already planning on her being around a few months in the future. He wanted her to spend time with one of the few people he actually cared about.
He misread her expression and thought he went too overboard, scaring her off by talking about the future. "It's not a big deal, just talking out loud, of course you don't have to say anything."
"No. I want to be there. I'd like to see Robbie again. And I... I'd like to still be with you then."
He felt relief wash over him. Her reaction made it ok to imagine them being together for a while. He could make little plans in his mind. She didn't mind talking about a future with him, even if it was as close as a few months away."
"But what are we going to do when we get off the boat in a few days?" She asked.
"Do you want to go home?" He asked "Is there a place you need to be?"
"No. I don't really have anything to go back to. My mom and I don't talk, because of the whole dropping out of college to run away with Tyler thing."
"Well I'm not Tyler. And you're not with him anymore. We could go to her, if you want to try to patch things up."
"I'm not really ready for that yet."
"We could tag along with your friends and my sister in Bogota. That way you won't be separated from Elena." He offered.
"I'd like that. Maybe we could catch up with them later, but do you think we could go somewhere for a little while first? Just the two of us?"
"I'd like that." He smiled. "Where to? Rome? Paris? Tokyo?"
"Really?" Her eyes grew wide. "Wow. We can go places like that?"
"Why not?"
"It's a lot cheaper to stay around here. The exchange rates over there, the airfare, not to mention the cost of living. And where would we stay?"
"Money isn't a problem." He shrugged.
"It is for me! I don't have that much! Damon would pay me to do little jobs for them, and Tyler just let me use his cards for most things. I don't have enough to cover my half of things if we're living in Rome."
"So what? You don't need to worry. I've got it."
"I don't want to be that person. Not with you."
"What person? I'm offering. It's nothing."
"The kind of person who's with a guy and learns to depend on him for money and it creates all these weird little power plays and I don't like it. I don't want to be some kept woman."
"Ok, we'll figure it out. We'll think of something. Can you agree to letting me take care of you temporarily? I don't want you to feel like you're stuck with me because of money. I'll help you find whatever it is you want to do. Or you can go to school. Whatever you want."
"I don't even know what I want to do. I'm only good at throwing parties and organizing school fundraisers. That and doing 'little blonde distraction' duty for Damon."
"Really." He said, a smile slowly forming on his lips. "So you're good at throwing parties and getting people to buy things?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I think I've got a job for you already." He flipped though his phone. "Have I ever shown you the paintings I do?"
"No."
"Ok, It's just something I do when I'm not working, not anything serious but-"
"Holy crap, you did that?" She leaned into him to look at the pictures he was pulling up on the phone.
"It's nothing, really."
"Will you stop saying that? I knew you liked to paint, I didn't know you were a freaking artist."
"They aren't that good, just something to pass the time."
"Stop it, they're amazing."
"Thank you." He looked down, a little embarrassed.
"So what does this have to do with having an idea for a job?"
"Ah, yes. I have a storage unit full of paintings. It's near overflowing. I just keep making them and throwing them in there. A few years ago, Kol would put together these parties, with the paintings on display, and he would get people to buy them. I gave him 20 percent. We stopped doing it, because he got into gambling, couldn't be trusted with money. I hate doing it myself, I'm no good at people or parties."
"I think I can do that." Caroline smiled.
"So it's settled. You'll let me take care of everything for now, and once you're on your feet with that, we'll figure out a fair arraignment."
"Deal." She agreed.
He looked at the time on his phone. "We have time for one more before we have to sneak out of here."
She looked around and picked the go-karts.
"That one."
"I'm not going to let you win." He warned.
"You've never seen me drive." She challenged.
"I can't believe you beat me." He said again as he drove to the hotel he picked out for the night.
"I can't believe you're still pretending you didn't let me win."
"I didn't! You drive like a maniac!"
"At least I drove on the right side of the road!"
"There't no oncoming traffic in go-karts!"
He pulled into the parking space. They were in front of an expensive looking hotel on the water.
"Wow. Fancy." She muttered.
"You are dressed fancy." He motioned towards her dress.
"I still beat you in go-karts wearing this stupid thing!"
"Stupid? I'm offended, sweetheart. I picked it out almost by myself."
"Oh, did Robbie help you with this too?"
"No, a work associate gave me some advice. But I picked this one because it brings out your eyes."
She gave him an exasperated look. "You're too much! Just stop with all the complements, the crazy gifts and elaborate dates! I can't handle this level of romantic."
"So I should get rid of the flowers and champagne I ordered for our room?"
"Please tell me you're kidding."
"Too cliche? I could always see if they have some buffalo wings, I know you can go through a plate of them like someone three times your size. Would you like that instead?"
"Right now all I can think about is getting you alone in that room." She said.
They approached the front desk and he calmly chatted with the concierge as they got checked in. She stood close to him and leaned her head against his shoulder as he signed the receipt and waited for their keys.
She felt his hand trace circles along the side of her leg that was near him, and his hand wandered around the back of her leg until he noticed the seam up the back, and ran a finger up and down it.
Caroline gulped and tried to keep a straight face while he continued talking with the concierge, one hand on the table waiting for the keys, while his other hand was moving under her dress.
Elena told her that the ultimate in bad girl lingerie was a garter belt and stockings with a seam up the back, so she had trusted her and gone for the big guns.
She met his eye as he grabbed the key and she knew that even though he was keeping a calm facade, he was ready to pounce.
They walked to the elevator hand in hand, calmly making idle conversation. He pushed the button and the doors opened. She stepped inside and he followed.
The moment the doors shut he was on her. His lips roughly attacked her as he shoved her against the wall, making her gasp into his kiss. She was pinned, and he was taking full advantage of having her right where he wanted her. His hands were everywhere, sliding down her legs, hiking up her skirt. He moved his fingers along the seam at the back of her legs again. How had he gone all night without noticing that? He traced up the line until he felt skin. the stocking didn't go all the way up. He felt around and noticed thin straps holding them. He was already getting a picture in his mind of what was under that dress and he couldn't stand another moment of waiting. He was counting down the seconds until the elevator opened again and he could get her in their room. That dress needed to come off, now.
She twisted away from him. He looked confused as she slid along the wall and he reached out to pull her back, but she pushed him away. Her eye was on the little box next to the buttons for each floor. She pulled it open and pushed down the lever, causing the elevator to grind to a halt between floors.
Her lips were back on his instantly. He kissed back, moving down her neck, each kiss a thank you to her for being so brilliant to think of stopping the elevator.
She found his belt and loosened the buckle, then worked on his zipper.
That's odd, usually she goes for the shirt first, he thought, but he didn't mind one bit. He reached for the zipper at the back of her dress but she swatted his hand away.
He gave her a confused look, but she shut him up before he had a chance to speak by kissing him again. And again. And again. He was so caught up in it he didn't even notice his pants were around his ankles.
And then she broke away from the kiss and ducked down.
"Caroline, where are you go- oh!"
He grabbed onto the walls for support, feeling her warm mouth sliding along his erection. She was taking all of him in, then sliding her lips so she just at the tip, swirling her tongue around it, before diving all the way back down again.
His hips jerked forward involuntarily and he pushed his palms against the walls hard, trying to keep steady. He looked down and her eyes met his, sending shocks of pleasure though him at the sight of her, her mouth on him, her eyes full of fire.
She kept going, changing up the pace every time he got comfortable, making it near impossible for him to hold on much longer. He tried to pull her up but she pushed away his hand.
"Caroline, I don't think I can hold out much longer." He said, his voice shaky.
She hummed something out he couldn't understand. It's hard to talk with your mouth full. Something like "Mhhh hhhumm mmhhhur."
He was fairly certain she was saying "I don't care." but he was seconds away and the vibrations from her humming weren't making it any easier to hold back.
"Love... I'm about to..."
"mmmm hmmm." She responded, not stopping her movements, and he felt himself shudder from head to toe as she sucked an earth-shattering orgasm out of him. He thought he might have shouted something out in the moment, but he wasn't even sure what.
As soon as he was done, she bobbed her head one final time, making sure to catch every last drop, before pulling herself back up and wiping off her mouth with the back of her hand.
She smiled at him like nothing happened and walked over to flip the switch back.
He was frozen in place, just staring at her with his mouth open.
"Nik, you should pull your pants up. I'm going to turn the elevator back on."
"Oh. Right." He scrambled to get everything in place. He felt the whirr of gears starting up again and the elevator moved up. She was back at his side and he kissed her as soon as she was within reach. He kissed her hard and passionately, trying to submit the 'you should totally do that again any time' message. He leaned his forehead to hers. "You're incredible, you know?" he whispered, and she just giggled, so he pulled her closer and kissed her again.
There was a ding as the elevator stopped on the 6th floor.
"I thought we were on the tenth floor?" She asked.
"We are." He responded.
She shrugged and kissed him again.
The doors opened and a little old lady peered in.
"Going down?" She asked, shooting Caroline a judgmental look.
Nik snorted a laugh and covered his mouth. Caroline fell into a fit of giggles and leaned her face against his shirt.
"No.. ah.. we're going up." He managed to say, and the woman nodded, waiting for the next elevator down.
They made their way up to their floor and didn't stop laughing until they got halfway down the hall.
"16... 17... 18. Here we are, love."
The lock clicked and they were inside. His eyes scanned the room quickly, making a note of the path to the bed and the surrounding furniture.
She walked over to the window, peeking out at the ocean on the other side. It was gorgeous and brutal, rough waves attacking the shore, dragging the sand back and forth. She kicked her shoes off, and let a stocking covered toe graze across the carpet. Her heart was slamming though her chest and her breathing was shaky already. They hadn't even started yet.
She turned around and saw him watching her intensely. He was still way on the other side of the room, near the door. She met his gaze and stared back at him for a moment, the room suddenly electric.
Let the games begin, she thought.
He took a step towards her and she moved towards him in response. Both of them walked with purpose, eyes never wavering. They met in the middle of the room, and he held on to her roughly and he brought his lips to hers. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in, pushing him closer. There were no light or soft kisses here, she was slamming into him with as much force as she could bring.
Her tongue found his and started a playful battle for dominance. His hands were moving up her body, the landed on the sides of her face, gripping on to keep her close.
She moved her hands down to his shoulders and found the edge of his jacket, pushing it off. He begrudgingly let his hands leave her for a moment so he could move his arms out of the jacket and immediately moved them back to her, pulling on the back of her shoulders, open palms pushing down her back, landing at the base of her spine, pushing her forward so her hips met his.
She went for the tie next and quickly realized that she hated ties. They were absolutely stupid. She was tugging and pulling at the damn thing without it budging at all. The only thing it was good for was pulling on the part that hung down to bring him closer. The knot at the top could go straight to hell. Stupid.
He noticed her losing her focus on kissing him back as her fingers continued to yank at his tie in different ways without actually getting it to slip. He smiled and moved her hand away, loosening it himself and undoing the knot completely so it was just a long strip of fabric hanging from his neck.
She pouted. He made it look so easy. She'd have to learn how to do that.
He held the ends of it and swung it behind her, pulling her back to him. She swatted it away and went for his shirt, moving her way down each button with unprecedented speed. Off, off, get it all off, she thought. Finally, skin. She ran her hands all over him, trying to touch every inch of exposed skin. Her fingers moved softly across scars and tattoos, finding the mark on his shoulder where he was stabbed a few weeks ago, where she sewed him up in that little shelter. There was still a bandage around his upper left arm, covering the rapidly healing bullet wound. She traced around it with her fingers first, before placing soft kisses around it, on top of the bandage, then moving to the mark where she sewed him up earlier, traveling around his skin, she tried to kiss every mark.
She finally moved on to reach his pants, but he pulled on her wrist, spinning her around so he was behind her.
"My turn." He spoke into her ear.
He moved her hair over her shoulder and kissed the center of the back of her neck. He moved down her shoulder, kissing bare skin until he met the strap of her dress, pushing it down her shoulder and kissing the skin that had been under it. He moved to the other side and repeated the actions, slipping that strap down her shoulder as well. He found the zipper and pulled gently. She was breathing franticly as she stood perfectly still, feeling his hand trace down her back behind the opening zipper, until he had it all the way down and the dress fell, a pool of silky fabric surrounding her feet.
He looked down at what she had underneath and had to bite his lip hard. It was an impossibly sexy mix of pale blue silk and deep blue lace, the delicate bra matching the garter belt at her waist, straps snaking down past the lace underwear to grip the tops of the flimsy stockings. Tiny circles of lace decorated the tops of her stockings, circling the tops of her thighs, trailing down into the dark seams that ran down the backs of her legs. It was a map of every spot on her body he wanted to kiss and lick.
He moved his hands around her stomach, and pulled her to him, her back against his chest. He nuzzled into her neck, kissing and sucking on every spot he could reach. She sighed and leaned into him, letting her head drop back against him. He moved his mouth just forward of the curve of her shoulder, able to watch his own hands move up her stomach and into her bra, toying with her soft flesh, grazing her nipples, enjoying the feeling of them hardening under his touch.
She moaned and wiggled her hips against him, able to feel him getting hard again, pressing against her.
He need her mouth on his again, so he moved, scooping her up and putting her on a table, pulling her legs around his waist before he took her lower lip between his and tugged on it.
It send waves of arousal through her and she pushed closer to the edge of the table, her core rubbing against him. She locked her legs around him and grinded against him. His hands were at her back and he unhooked her bra and threw it across the room before leaning down to attack her breasts with his mouth, kissing, sucking, pulling on her nipples with his teeth. He could feel her rapid heartbeat pounding though.
He scooped her up by the ass and moved her to the bed, letting her fall, splayed out in the middle. His hands moved to the contraption she was wearing, it circled around her waist, holding up those stocking with little hooks and straps, but his hands couldn't find the way to unclick it. The torture device she was wearing was driving him absolutely mad. It looked amazing, but he wanted to get to what was underneath it. It would be a shame to destroy something so beautiful. Oh well.
Caroline gasped as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. He flicked it out of it's casing and leaned closer, pulling on the garter belt.
"Aren't you going to ask me if I'm going to kill you?" He teased her.
"I'm not afraid of you."
"Stay very still." he warned.
He moved his hand under, placing it between her skin and what he was trying to cut away, Slowly, carefully, he sliced it apart and it was off. He pulled on it, the straps still attached dragging the stocking off until they reached her feet and fell to the floor.
She started to sit up but he pushed her down.
"Not done yet." He murmured.
He hooked a hand under the band of her underwear. Flimsy little thing, it would cut easily. He watched her try to stay still, biting her lip as he raised the knife close to her skin again, carefully cutting away the silk and lace covering her. She was completely naked in front of him. Finally. Again. The siren that had tormented his dreams for weeks with mere memories of once having had her was in front of him and she was real. She knew exactly who he was and yet she was still here, naked and writhing underneath him.
She leaned to him and wrapped her hand around the handle of the knife. For a second he wondered if she would cut his clothing off as retaliation, but she turned it so the blade was facing down and she slammed it into the the bedside table, the blade jammed straight into the wood, and then her attention was back on him. Something about her in that moment made him decide that there was nothing sexier than her holding a deadly weapon. She really should do it more often.
He pushed her back down into the mattress, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder. He kissed her ankle and moved up her leg, nipping at her calf, licking behind her knee, leaving a hot trail running up her inner thigh until he was at her core, his mouth on her. He heard her shout out and her hands landed in his hair, holding on tight. He licked slowly, applying more and more pressure with his tongue, until he was moving faster and faster and she was screaming out his name. He felt her shudder and clench around him and he moved up her body, stopping again at her chest before she grabbed him by the hair and devoured his mouth with hers.
Her hands landed at his waist immediately, scrambling to yank his pants off. She wasn't interested in drawing this out anymore. She needed him right now. He loved watching her as she bit her bottom lip, concentrating on pulling his pants and underwear completely off. She managed to shove them all the way down so he could kick everything off, and he was advancing towards her again, looking hungrily at her.
She pulled him close so his body as pressed against her and she could feel him length pressed against her leg.
"Nik. Please."
"Please, what?"
"Nik."
"Say it."
"I need you inside me."
He had a few different smiles. The one she saw in that moment was the one she called 'the devil's smirk.'
The intensity of that moment, right before he was inside her, made her squirm with anticipation. She was practically whimpering for him. She couldn't stand another second of waiting.
He carefully moved above her, pulling her legs a little further apart.
Her nails were digging into his back as she felt his tip line up with her entrance.
His eyes were locked on hers. He wanted to see her react as he pushed into her.
He drove into her and she gasped out, fingers digging into his skin, her eyes wide. She let out the tiniest whimper and he vowed to make her scream again before he was through.
He started out slow, getting adjusted to the feel of it, letting her get used to him inside her. It took a minute for her to adjust to him, to be able to take all of him in. When she finally did, he felt triumphant in the mix of shock and ecstasy on her face, knowing for sure that no one had ever filled her as completely before him.
He tried to be careful, not wanting to hurt her, but she pushed for more and more. She was bucking her hips against him with every movement, her legs hooked around his back, pushing him closer.
She rolled over so she was on top, and he ran his hands all over her as she moved against him, arching her back and sliding up and down his length. She was sighing and murmuring as she leaned back down to kiss him again.
It wasn't enough. He needed her to be blind with ecstasy. He needed her to be unable to remember anything other than his name. He needed to make sure she was his forever, because no one else could possible compare to the passion he could bring her.
He flipped them over again, slipping her legs behind his hips as he drove into her mercilessly. She was humming out little noises of enjoyment. He changed the angle and pushed into her again, watching the delightful confused joy on her face. He loved that look, where she didn't even understand how what he was doing felt so good. She was gripping on to him tighter, and her muscles were fluttering. She was getting closer.
He pulled her up so he was sitting up and she was on his lap. His hands gripped onto her hips, controlling the movement. He drove into her, deep and slow and she began to shake.
"Nik." She breathed his name.
He felt himself getting closer as she pulsed around him. All he needed was to see her go over the edge, feel her explode around him.
"Nik!" It was much louder this time. She was shaking more now, trembling in his arms. He kissed along her neck, making her hold on to him even tighter.
He moved her shaking hips again, agonizingly slow.
"Nik!" She was screaming it now.
He held his face close to hers, watching her. She was squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth, trying to stifle the shouts that kept tumbling from her lips.
"Open your eyes." He whispered, and they flew open, landing right on his.
Another push and she was pulsing around him, screaming his name over and over, her entire body on fire with the most intense pleasure.
He felt a delicious mix of pleasure and pain as she dug her nails into his back as she came undone.
He drove into her twice more before succumbing to it himself, feeling the most fantastic release shoot through him.
They collapsed against the bed, panting and sweating. He smoothed her hair back and kissed away the bewildered look on her face.
She pulled close to him, resting her forehead against his chest.
"You know I'm never, ever getting rid of you now." She sighed.
He reached an arm around to keep her close.
"That's the idea, sweetheart."