Her eyes shut for a second when he shouted, "Caroline, you're slouching," waking her up as his dead darted out of the side of the canvas to make sure she was still in the right position.

In all honesty she had barely moved a fraction but Klaus kept looking for excuses to touch her today, even he couldn't understand why. But as his finger pushed back her shoulder, her eyes shot to his, stunning him into silence as his hand sparked with energy created from that first touch. The surprise fell from her eyes as she brushed his hand off of her arm where his thumb had been absently playing by the cover she held.

"You know I can't sit still, I dunno why you keep insisting on using me for your outlines," she grumbles as he stood over her to correct the fallen stray curl from her ornately done hair.

"I'm sorry did you not want to 'Carmen' at the opera house, is that not what our deal was?" Klaus asks her as he walks back to the canvas already know the answer.

Caroline's eyes narrow a sliver or two but she says nothing because he's right it was their deal, a better word might be treaty but still. Those were the conditions, Caroline sat for him and he would let her have his family's box at the opera house every time one of her favorites played there. She had a sneaking theory this one was for his personal collection because rent was paid for the month and he had no jobs until next week.

An idea formed in her head that he just wanted a proper picture, as he called his paintings, of her made her cheeks flame. It wasn't possible, Klaus didn't, he wouldn't have feelings for her after all of this time. He just wanted what he wanted back so long ago she thought feebly trying to convince herself as she sat marinating in her thoughts.

His head ducked out the side of the canvas, his eyes penetrating, a long silence flowing between them before he spoke, "That's a lovely shade a of pink," he murmured.

Her mouth nearly dropped open to respond when Klaus purposely lifted his chin in challenge to see if she would do it. Disappointingly, at least to Klaus, Caroline remembered not to move and instead she gripped the white sheet closer to her chest. He went back to work debating on keeping her there longer than he needed her to be because her presence really brought something to the room.

Meanwhile, the siren sat trying not to remember the night in the deserts of Cairo where he claimed her body as his own in the long nights that led to his disappearance. She blinks free of the memory, too late. It seems to Caroline as she feels her body heat, she risks a look at him only to find his eyes already on her sensing a shift in the air.

She rolls her eyes as her legs pressed together because apparently her body remembers all too well. Her mind simmers, but if he even thinks of mentioning the scent that lingers in the air she'll storm out and give him another week of silence. She feels Klaus' eyes over her but Caroline refuses to be baited as she poses forcing her mind elsewhere comparing things like fresh water and salt water.

Then the image of Klaus a few days ago pressing her against her door pops in her mind, "Not helping," she mutters.

Klaus seems to ignore her comment, probably saving it as arsenal for a later time as he works on the other end of the canvas that might have an illustrated donkey instead of her. For all she knows anyway, she hadn't really asked so her worry was partially her own fault, something she would never admit to. Caroline pushes his presence aside listening instead to the scratches of his crayon.

She lets out an audible calming breath as she thinks about the slow deliberate movements of his hands that quickly had her cheeks warming again. Damn him, she thinks as she curses the breath she hadn't meant to take alerting him to her inner monologue. Once again she is more than thankful her mind works differently than his own.

His mind drew blank at the gasp that escaped her, one familiar to him, much like the one that had tickled his neck on the satin jewel colored sheets. They had danced around the subject for as long as they had lived together, both pretending it hadn't happened. Pretending because there was not a chance Caroline had forgotten when he couldn't even try to.

So he makes a decision, "Thinking of that night?" Klaus asked feigning casualty as his hand drops the crayon on a tray beside him feeling as she watched him wipe his hands clean.

Her mouth fell open in reply, "I thought you couldn't read my mind?" she asked without thinking as she shifted in her chair.

Klaus drops the cloth finishing her thought, "Because of the frequency?" Caroline nodded as his face went void of emotion.

He takes three long strides to stand before her, "You moved." he whispers as he moves to fix her back into place.

Her eyes avoid his in favor of following his fingers, "I don't have to read your mind to know you remember." he says as his voice softened.

"Please," Caroline rebuffed as he took a step back, "I'm completely unaffected," his face was in perfect view when she spoke, she read it perfectly, he didn't believe her.

Klaus dropped his head to his chest, a chill ran through her at the look he gave her, "Should I test that theory?" he asked gruffly.

She pursed her lips at the demigod in front of her as she fought with her nerves, "I don't see the point." she bit out as calmly as she could muster.

He looks as if he's biting back a smile as he describes the memory he has played over in his head numerous times, "Your breath hitched," he sighed, his fingers dancing over her neck.

Her breath tickling his arm hair as he held the nape of her neck like she was carved of marble, "Your skin glowed," he murmured against her cheek.

His eyes shut as he groaned, "And that scent," he said listening to her erratic heartbeat, "I'll never forget it."

Her bottom lip trembles as she replies, "That, could have been anyone," doing her best not to run out of the room or worse give in.

"It was you." Klaus insists, "You remember. But if you insist on forgetting, I won't stop you." he says quietly pushing back on his heels to step away.

She's left with a cold feeling as the heat of his body disappears and she's left with the satin cover he's lent her and a great disdain rises to the surface. This time her naked body isn't her body armor, she isn't a siren who can sing him into submission without ever truly killing him. She stands feeling the fabric slid over the goosebumps of her flesh as he turns to leave.

"You're the one who left." she says at his back wrapping the satin closer in her rage as she stormed across the room after him.

Klaus turns back around just as she reaches him, "I was dragged away." he confesses, something dark lurking in his eyes, like a memory, she registers.

"I woke up alone." she whispers, anger leaving the void she felt the moment she woke up to find his space in her bed cold, empty.

"Allow me to rectify." Klaus growled deep in his chest as he ripped the fabric from her waist pulling her up into his arms.

"Hellhound," she grumbles out before succumbing to him, his teeth nipping, sucking at her lips asking for admission as he carried her to his bedroom.

Klaus pinned her to the wall of the hallway when Caroline gasped into his mouth. He saw colors as his tongue traced hers and he felt her thighs tighten around him. A moan ripped from her throat when he rocked himself against her body.

He bit her neck only to soothe her with his tongue whilst she sobbed his name into his collar, her nails scraping down his shoulder blades. Her writhing legs caused his shirt to ride up, her soaking heat rutting against the hard planes of his stomach. Klaus' hands holding her as he pushes off of the wall with her only to pin her to the wall next to his door as he kicks out of his shoes.

Her hands are nimble as she pulls his shirt over his head dropping it at his feet as he opens the bedroom door only to flash them inside. Caroline feels her naked back hit his sheets as the door slams shut behind them, she only has a moment to suck in a breath before Klaus steals it with his lips. He's naked now, she registers between hot kisses, feeling him crawling over her with his hand in her hair making her arch into his kiss.

Her leg slides down the length of his side down to his calve, as her hands grip the flesh of his ass, her hips encouraging him. Klaus chuckles against her mouth as his tongue glides over her own, her taste, her feel, better than thousand old memories. His hand roams her stomach over the taunt muscles that jump under his touch before his fingers brush over her pelvis.

With all of their movements the bed sheets are tossed away, all but the one he has her writhing over, the sheets are ruined she thinks waywardly as his cock brushes her entrance. She gasps, air leaving her lungs, as he lifts her other leg over his hip brushing his coak over her swollen lips, teasing, testing, before he pushes into her. The feeling is too good to keep in.

Klaus moans with desire, feeling her walls clench around him, sucking him in deeper as he pushes forward wanting to stay inside of her forever. With his lifespan and hers, it was entirely possible, he thought as he kissed her, his breaths harsh as she rocks into him enjoying the angle. He bites her lip as she clings to him, pressing him closer as he glides out only to push back in, setting a pace that torturous on them both.

Caroline cries out as his forehead touched hers, "Open your eyes," he urges, she can't figure out when she shut them in the first place but complies.

His hand holds hers, bravery surges within her mixing with the crawling desire as in one move she flips them over. Klaus' eyes flicker with gold making her grin, riding him him was her greatest pleasure, making him lose control. Beads of sweat drop as she rests her head on his rocking harder into him, focusing on the feeling.

No words, nothing. She smiled in pleasure making Klaus's chest rumble with gratification as he rolled his hips into her matching her pace. His fingers feeling over the scales of her waist emerging from her slicken body. He marveled at the soft hues of blue glowing under his touch as her eyes lit up in green as his name escaped her mouth in a silent cry.
Klaus nodded encouraging her, feeling her walls quiver around his cock, his thumb rubbing her clit, once, twice that much harder, pressing down on it as she felt him as held her body feeling him hard inside of her as she stretched and shook riding the ending waves of her orgasm.

He looked at her in delight as she lay over his chest, still hard, Klaus pushed up on his elbows, his hands sliding down her back as he held her to him. She smiled sublimely into his neck before she realized what they'd done. She pushed off of him, taking him by surprise as he slid out of her and she reached for one of the sheets on the floor.

"I can't believe we," she says leaving him in his bed alone, horny and confused as he heard her bedroom door slam shut.

"Hey guys, I'm home," Dana called from the front door, Klaus dropped his head back, the human, hadn't he sent her on a vacation someplace?

Right, he grumbled remembering her vacation was over today, Klaus snapped his fingers to shut the door before the brunette found him naked and alone on his bed. Caroline and he were supposed to meet her at the airport after he started his new project and he handed over the tickets for 'Carmen'. He sat up beyond frustrated knowing he needed to think of a new way to close to Caroline, but first he had to get rid of his raging erection.