As requested, a follow up one-shot : )
He tasted like a deep red wine, yet more concentrated, sweet and sticky to the back of the tongue, a strong lingering taste clinging to each taste bud and sensitive part of her gums where her fangs had dropped from. The texture was smooth and thick, cascading down the back of her throat effortlessly like ice cubes melting down the side of a glass water jug out on a hot summers day, and the smell was intoxicating, wonderfully so, it filled her nose and curled its way down into her lungs, residing there, a delicious ever-present reminder.
His blood was like every ailment, every antidote, every nutritional vital requirement she could ever want or need ever again, a precious prize she had been awarded with and wanted to savour over and over again. And she knew it was him, not the fact that his blood type was what she preferred, what she was used to. It was him, just him and everything about him that was making her veins sing with the taste of his blood, making her head spin and heart beat hard and excitingly in her chest, it was him giving her exactly what she needed. His penchant for wanting to help, his kind heart and clever mind, un-judging of her kind and his bashful, adoring smile and wholesome shimmering, deep blue eyes, they were all parts of him that added to what she felt in that moment, satisfied and flooded with raw emotion of all kinds.
Her fangs retracted after the first initial puncture a few seconds later and her lips replaced them, latching on to the smooth skin of his throat, sucking deeply, tongue licking over and around the area, causing a pleasurable distraction to his pain threshold. She caressed his face in her hands gently as she took what she needed, slowly drawing the blood from him and careful not to move to suddenly or too frantic, her fingers scratched delightfully and lazily at the nape of his neck, threading through the short hair there.
The quiet moans, hushed slight growls and low rumblings from his chest that escaped his lips as his eyes rolled backwards into his head were like music to her ears and a beautiful morning sunrise to her eyes as she peeked up at him and it only encouraged her to grip harder and take more, his hands soothed over her back and shoulders, her upper arms and back up towards her collarbone and pulled her body impossibly closer to his own with their legs entwined.
The world around them carried on, as they stood, draped over each other against the back brick wall of the bar, near the garbage cans and leaky drains, they didn't care, it was like time had stood still and they were protected by their little bubble of sinful desire and moment of pure bloodlust and passion. The back lane was dark and unlit, only the few stars that dotted the midnight sky above them caused some form of light as they reflected off of the cobbled street along with the large bright beam of the moon. Nobody would pass that way, but if they did, what they would see would only look like a couple that simply couldn't wait to get home before enjoying each other's company.
Seconds and minutes passed by lazily as the sweet sound of flesh on flesh, suckling and panting filled both the witch's and Vampire's ears, Klaus's body started to sag ever so and his legs felt weak beneath him, his head felt like he'd been sitting on a Carousel for far too long, or had consumed one too many JD and Cokes.
Caroline could sense she was reaching the limit of what Klaus's body could handle for the night, and with a few more lingering flicks of her tongue she peeled her lips away from his skin and straightened up, carefully she arranged them so that they were leaning against the wall side by side.
Klaus was using the wall as more of a prop-up as he slowly blinked his eyes open to look into the pair of blue ones a mere couple inches away from his own, his breathing at first shallow started to even out as he raised a hand to the small, throbbing open wound on his neck, he swiped his thumb carefully over the spot a few times and winced at the sensation but also delighted in the tingling feeling on his skin.
He had never felt anything like that before, nothing ever remotely like it in his life, it was like the sweetest kiss he'd ever received in the most sensitive, desired part of his body amplified by 100 and on repeat, a constant beautiful thrum in his skin, the pleasure over powering the pain and washing over him again and again, he never wanted to forget it, he wanted more.
"Y-you um should, we should get that cleaned up, you need a band aid or someth…" Klaus's finger reached out and tapped lightly at her lips, cutting off her current string of words, he brushed lightly over the lower one and in doing so gathered a small barely there droplet of blood on the tip. Her eyes widened at the sight and breath quickened coming fast past her slightly parted lips, he smiled, an adorable slight lift to the corner of his lips.
"I'll be ok, believe me, I've been through worse, I'll get patched up inside.."
"I um, th-thank you Kla.." He chuckled half heartedly, but took half a step backwards, his eyes clouding over with a sudden distance and un-surety.
"You don't have to thank me Caroline, I wanted to, I um, I mean I knew th.."
Her lips pushed against his firmly, sucking his words right from his mouth and silencing him between gentle brushes and pecks, she smiled against his lips and let him take over, taking control, taking what he needed from her in return.
"And what about that? Did you want that? What um do you wan..do you.." She whispered, mumbled and babbled unsure of what she was actually trying to say against his lips.
"I want to take you on a date." Her smile lit up her face and matched his own before faltering a little and blinking her eyes closed.
"I um, I have College, I go back tomorrow.." She sounded defeated and tired, like she was sick of playing the same old game, repeating the same words.
"Well I'm up for an early breakfast if you are… a-and you're technically only an hour away right?" She smirked.
"An hour and a half… tops.."
"Oh I'm sure we can adjust.." She grinned once again and stepped closer, trailing a finger over her lingering bite mark on the side of his neck and bringing the remnants up to her mouth, her tongue curling around the tip and suck appreciatively. His eyes widened at the side, hairs standing up on end on his sensitive skin and he bounced excitedly, slightly on his toes.
"So about that breakfast for you then? I've had mine.."
