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Very few dialogues in that chapter, I wanted to explore what is on their mind, I hope it's ok and not too boring, please let me know...
I found the word "sitting" in the dictionnary to describe a model posing for a painter, I hope the word is ok, I didn't know it.
English is not my first language so please be nice with the mistakes and feel free to correct them.
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They started the sittings the following day. Caroline was beyond nervous but Klaus succeeded in making her comfortable. He made sure to turn his back on her while she was lying down on the couch, so she wouldn't feel like he was staring. He then sat a few inches from her, and not once he looked at her in a lustful way. Actually, he lifted his gaze from his sketchpad only to make sure that he was doing right. Klaus had asked for several sittings. He wished to make first a pencil drawing to become more familiar with Caroline's body, and then a real canvas with painting. Caroline had agreed. After all, once he would have seen her naked, no matter if she had to pose an hour or a month, right?
They never talked during the sittings. Klaus was focused and Caroline loved look at him while he was drawing. His face seemed so peaceful and happy. His eyes were softening, his jaw was unclenching and even a soft smile was curling his lips from time to time. Caroline couldn't get enough of seeing him like this. It was around the second week of their sittings that Caroline started to focus on Klaus' hands. They seemed so confident while they were moving on the paper and yet so sweet. Those hands were capable to kill, to torture, to harm. But they were also capable of these amazing drawings which touched Caroline on her very core. She couldn't believe that the same hands can do both such terrible and such beautiful things. Caroline suddenly wondered what his hands would feel on her body. If they feel as good as they lips had felt, it should be heaven. She quickly shook her head to clear her mind but the thought didn't disappear completely. On the following sittings, she found harder on harder to keep her mind away from a fantasy, including Klaus 'strong and capable hands stroking every inch of her skin.
Having Caroline as a model was actually an accurate agony for Klaus. The first time she had dropped her rope and had lie down naked on his couch, he had died a second time. She was perfection. Her body was perfection. He had to gather all his one thousand years of self control to not rush into her and ravish mercilessly her body. The following sittings had been worse and worse. His need for her was more and more painful, and every second he had to fight the urge to cover her body with his on that damn couch.
Klaus noticed when Caroline started to focus on his hands and it made him shiver. What was she thinking about while she was looking at his hands? Could she possibly wondering what it would like to have them on her body? He had to shake his head to clear his mind, because the thought was driving him more insane that he already was. But once, unable to resist as Caroline was staring at his hands, Klaus let his eyes wander all over her curves. He had never allowed himself to do it, knowing that he couldn't restrain himself. But there was something on Caroline's look that made him loosen his guard. Caroline noticed that for the first time, Klaus wasn't looking at her with his artist eyes but with his man eyes. The feeling made her shiver. She could literally feel his burning gaze all along her body.
His eyes first focused on her blond curls spread out all over her head. They were brushing her shoulders and his gaze paid attention to the soft skin. His eyes then lingered on her neck for a while, before lowering on her breasts. Klaus took his time to admire their perfect curves and the agonizingly tantalizing pink nipples in the middle. His gaze then brushed her ribs and her flat stomach before stopping at her long legs. He admired them from the apex of her thighs to the tip of her toes. His eyes lingered on the darker triangle between her thighs and Klaus had to bit his lips to suppress a low growl. Caroline was unable to utter a sound or to move an inch. She had never felt something as erotic as Klaus stroking her like this with his eyes. Her skin was burning at the sensation and a painful desire rose in her core. Closing her eyes, Caroline imagined his hands replacing his eyes.
Klaus felt that something was different in her behavior. She was loosening up and she seemed….aroused. Desperate to know what she was thinking about, he lost it. He knew he shouldn't, but his need from her had achieved such a painful level that he couldn't take it anymore. He had to know what there was in her head. As Caroline was still lying with her eyes closed, Klaus slowly entered her mind.
He knew she wouldn't notice if he was really careful. And what he saw drove him insane. Caroline was picturing him stroking her. His hands were on her breasts, gently massaging them as he was passionately ravaging her mouth. Trying to swallow a big lump in his throat, Klaus forgot to be careful and entered her mind deeper. Caroline suddenly flinched, feeling that something was wrong. Klaus froze, knowing for sure that she was going to be more than pissed off at him if she realized what was going on. Caroline looked at him straight in the eyes and he knew he was caught. He could saw her inner battle as she was hesitating between yell at him or run away from him as fast as she could. But to his greatest surprise, Caroline closed her eyes again and kept going with his fantasy. First puzzled, Klaus thought she hadn't noticed he had entered her mind. And then, with a gulp, realization suddenly hit him. Caroline was fully aware of what he was doing and she was actually invitinghim to keep going.
Closing his eyes, Klaus eagerly entered her mind again. He followed the progression on his own hands on Caroline's fantasy. He was reaching the apex of her thighs and started to stroke the soft flesh here. His mouth was busy with her belly button and Caroline was softly moaning. When his fingers started to slowly stroke her clit, Klaus grabbed the arms of his armchair so tightly that he ripped off half of the fabric. This girl was going to kill him. How was he supposed to stay still in his chair, while the girl he was fantasizing about since months was showing him her fantasy about him?
Unable to take it any longer, Klaus suddenly reversed the process. He took the control of her mind and started to imprint on her head what hewanted to do to her. Caroline felt her thoughts escaping her. She had a second of fear immediately replaced with full lust. Klaus was kissing her. She had never felt such urgency and desperation in one kiss. His lips was crushed against hers and he was exploring her mouth like there was no tomorrow. He slid along her jaw, until her collarbone, leaving a hot trail of kisses all along the way. His hands started to stroke her breasts, making Caroline moan. Lowering his head, Klaus licked mercilessly the sensitive flesh until Caroline was writhing beneath him. Klaus couldn't tell if it was the real Caroline or the Caroline in his head who was making those beautiful sounds but he didn't care.
His hands slowly reached her thighs, stroking every inches of skin on their way. When he touched softly her clit, Caroline screamed and arched against his hand. He teased her for a while before sliding a finger in her core. Caroline was losing her mind. The last snatch of lucidity she had made her fully aware that Klaus wasn't even touching her. He was just playing with her mind but good lord, how could he do that? She was feeling his hands, she was feelinghis fingers torturing her. Klaus added another finger while he started stroking her clit with his thumb. Caroline arched so hard against his hand that only her toes and the back of her head was still resting on the couch. She almost sobbed from the pleasure he was eliciting from her. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to beg, she didn't know what she wanted. With a last pressure of his thumb, Klaus sent Caroline over the edge. She felt her orgasm hit her from the tip of her toes to the crown of her head.
With a scream, she suddenly opened her eyes and straightened up on the couch. Klaus was still sat on the armchair. He had ripped off half of the arms by griping them so tight and his knuckles were white from his restraint of not moving. His breathing was totally erratic and his eyes were completely black with desire. Caroline stared at him for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. Did she just have sex mind with Klaus? How her orgasm could have been so powerful even though he didn't even have touch her? How it was possible? A wave of panic suddenly washed over her. Quickly pulling herself on her feet, Caroline grabbed her clothes and disappeared in a blur. Klaus didn't make a move to stop her. Even if he had wanted to he couldn't have move. He knew he hadn't touched her for real, but he was still feeling her soft skin under his hands. He had never known something as much erotic as making Caroline come that hard without even touching her.
Caroline avoided Klaus during the next few days and he didn't try to talk to her. He knew she needed to figure things out and he wanted her to do it. He needed her to do it. He couldn't keep going like this, he was driving crazy. The way he felt about Caroline was far away to be only physical. Klaus had grown more and more attached to her over the past few months, and he had reach the point where her presence was painful. He couldn't keep seeing her without taking her in his arms and kissing her. He couldn't keep talking to her without whispering in her ear the sweet nothings he was craving to tell her. Things had become unbearable for him, especially after what happened during their last sitting.
Klaus knew Caroline wanted him. He knew it before and the fantasy they shared had just confirmed it. But it was not enough for Klaus. He didn't want to have only her body. He wanted, no, he needed her heart and her soul. So he needed that Caroline made a decision. They couldn't keep playing that cat and mouse game, it was unbearable. It was not about the deal anymore. It was about them and what they really wanted. So Klaus waited for her. It was the only thing he could do right now.
Caroline was freaking out. Probably like she never had before. Everything was so confused in her mind that she didn't know where to start. She knew that she cared about Klaus. She would have never thought that it was possible only three months earlier, but it was the truth. She had seen a side of him that nobody else had ever seen. His human side. His sweet side. The side that genuinely cared about her and would do anything to protect her. And she liked this side so much. But Caroline knew that it was not that simple. Klaus had done terrible things to her friends, especially Elena. How her friends would react if things became official with Klaus? Not so well thought Caroline.
But on the other hand, Klaus had a point. He had said that if everybody had accepted Elena's choice to have the Salvatore in her life, Caroline should have a chance to make accept them her own choice. After all, Damon had killed Jeremy. And try to turn Elena into a vampire. And turned Abby. And on some way, everyone was still ending by forgiving him. If Damon could have so many second chances, why Klaus couldn't have only one?
Actually, it wasn't really the point. Caroline knew that her friends loved her enough to give her a chance with her choice. The real point was that Caroline was terrified about the way she was feeling about Klaus. He was nothing like her former boyfriends. Nothing like Matt. Nothing like Tyler. Klaus was not a boy from high school. Klaus was a man of one thousand years. And deep down, Caroline was scared about disappointing him. She was only eighteen and she had never been anywhere. How could he really find her interesting? What would happen if he got tired of her? What would happen if he decided to leave her?
Caroline was terrified about the idea of starting something with Klaus and fall in love with him, and then being left. She was not sure she was ready to risk her heart like this. But with each day passing without seeing Klaus, her heart was aching a little bit more. She was missing him so much that it was painful. Her heart was clenching painfully every time she was thinking about him. Caroline was spending her nights turning and tossing in her bed, craving for Klaus' arms around her. She was picturing his smile, she was hearing his laugh, she was feeling his hands. It was unbearable. After two weeks of such torture, Caroline gave up. She was way too miserable without Klaus. Even if being with him might end badly, she had to give it a shot, otherwise she would regret it forever. She couldn't stand anymore the painful ache in her heart and her stomach. She needed him. She wanted him.
Caroline felt so relieved to have finally taken a decision that without thinking about it, she rushed from her house and run until the mansion like crazy. She had only one idea in mind: feel Klaus' arms around her again. Feel his hands on her skin. Feel his lips against hers. Lost herself in his warmth. Caroline barged into the mansion, yelling Klaus 'name. He sped up downstairs at vampire speed, scared by the urgency in Caroline's voice.
"What's wrong, love? Are you hurt?" Klaus urged her to talk.
Caroline shook her head trying desperately to catch her breath.
"I'm okay" she reassured him "I just needed to see you".
Klaus sighed in relief but he didn't have the time to answer as Caroline approached him slowly.
She looked at him straight in the eyes and her voice was steady and confident when she spoke.
"I want you to do to me for real what you did to me the other day in my mind."
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