A/N: I need to thank all who reviewed my last chapter. Thank you so much for reading and motivating me. I really do appreciate it.
Here's the conclusion to the other chapter you have all probably been waiting impatiently for. I hope it lives up to your expectations. I am always curious to know what you think. I was using songs for inspiration again if you're interested. For the first three-quarters it was "Accidental Babies" by Damien Rice. The last portion was "Degausser" by Brand New.
Ignore any spelling or grammatical errors. I did a super quick edit this time because I didn't want to keep you waiting another day!
Also, be warned that this chapter contains plenty of adult content.
Enjoy :D
"Is that a challenge?" he asked boldly but hesitantly, as he looked down into her eyes for an answer.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he could see goose bumps begin to pop on her arms.
She parted her lips to provide him with answer, but his impatience would not allow her a response.
He crashed his lips against hers; savouring the contact he never thought he'd have the chance to experience again with her.
The palms of his hands framed her face, as if to hold her in place, scared that she would come to her senses and refuse him again.
Her own hands came to rest insecurely against his chest, and then on his shoulders.
She broke the kiss and he let her go, realizing that he had came on too strong.
They separated and stood inches apart from one another.
Both of them were gasping for air as they searched each other for any sign of where to go next.
He opted to give her time to make the next move. He had followed his recycled advice she had given him. Now it was up to her to decide whether or not she wanted to take things further, although he desperately hoped she did.
Excitement and relief rushed through his body when she stepped forward, closer to him. He could almost feel the energy between their bodies pulling them back together.
She was staring at his shirt fixedly, avoiding eye contact, as if too nervous to look at him.
When her eyes did finally come back to his, he felt overwhelmed by her. A single look from her had him reeling.
Mirroring his earlier move, she rested her hands against the stubble of his cheeks.
He welcomed the touch as he closed his eyes for a brief moment. Leaning his face into her hand, he kissed the skin of her palm.
As he did, she stood on her toes to bring herself up to his level.
Slowly, she closed the gap between them and kissed his bottom lip lightly. She repeated the action several times, before allowing him to reciprocate.
They took turns leading this dance, exchanging shy kisses between one another as they both became reacquainted and comfortable with one another again.
Gradually, the intensity of their kisses began to build as their lust for one another grew stronger.
His mind was becoming cloudier by the second. He could barely recall their conflict or any of his hesitations at this point. The only thing he knew for certain was how badly he wanted this girl in every way imaginable.
Her tongue slid against his lips demanding entrance.
He granted it to her, parting his lips to allow her tongue access to his own.
When her hands laced themselves through his hair, he couldn't help but give a low groan of appreciation.
His own hands were busy exploring the slender frame of her waist.
They kissed and fondled each other like that for some time; much longer than he was used to.
He didn't mind, he could kiss her and touch her like that for hours. She was an exceptional kisser.
He enjoyed the feel of her lips against his and the way her body melted into his hands perfectly.
The teasing was driving him insane, but that was half the fun.
Knowing that she wasn't about to back out now, he confidently ran his hands up over her covered breasts to confirm his suspicion that she was indeed braless underneath her tank top; she was. The discovery caused his growing cock to twitch in the most pleasurable way within the confines of his jeans.
Her nipples puckered and hardened through the material instantly with the touch of his hands and she moaned into his mouth signalling her approval.
When she began to tug at his jacket, he knew she was growing impatient. Truth be told, he was too. He was longing to feel her bare skin against his own. He wanted to feel himself inside of her once more. The scent of her arousal alone was enough to send him over the edge.
Dropping his hands away from her torso, he allowed her to pull his jacket off as they continued to kiss hungrily.
Once his jacket was off, he stepped back to remove his shirt and slip out of his shoes and socks, all of which ended up in their own random piles on the floor.
Her eyes were shamelessly glued to his exposed torso, and he smirked at her inability to be any less obvious.
He pushed himself towards her speedily, eagerly kissing at the flesh of her neck, while she ventured her hands over his freshly revealed back and chest.
"So are you going to tell me what you were dreaming about, love?" he asked against her jaw bone.
Her body immediately went frigid, and as he looked up at her, he could see her face redden.
"I don't kiss and tell," she smirked.
He frowned playfully before nibbling her earlobe with his lips.
"Come on," he urged her as he snaked a hand underneath the fabric of her shirt.
He expected that she would need more cajoling, so he was surprised when she finally decided to play along.
"Everyone was eating dinner at the Salvatores'; I was sitting in between you and Tyler," she recalled.
Okay, maybe he didn't want to know.
"Your hand was on me underneath the table," she breathed. "You were teasing me."
His ears perked up as he returned his lips to her jaw bone.
"I left for the kitchen to do dishes...you followed me," she said in almost a whisper.
He smirked against her skin, liking the way this dream was heading.
"And then what happened?" he asked in between the kisses he was planting along her collar bone.
She sighed in response to the crawling movement of his hand up her front.
"I was against the counter...you were behind me..."
Before she could continue, he shifted their position so that he was really behind her now.
"Like this?" he whispered over her shoulder.
She nodded.
"Yeah...but"
- "but what?" he asked.
"You were touching me..." she stammered apprehensively.
"How?" he asked, pushing her for detail.
He wanted her to show him. He wanted to hear the dirty words escape her lips.
"Your hand was under my blouse, against my breast," she answered shyly.
He responded by finally moving his hand over the swell of her breast under her shirt.
She whimpered, revelling in the sensation, allowing her body to completely relax against his.
Surely she could feel his aching erection pressed into her backside.
He was caught off guard when she grabbed his other free hand.
"Your other hand was here," she said, before boldly guiding his hand down underneath the elastic band of her gray pyjama pants.
He swallowed hard in anxious anticipation. For a moment, he almost felt like an inexperienced teenage boy.
She wasn't wearing any panties.
"Mmm..." she said as she pressed his hand against her sex.
He almost groaned himself when his fingers came into contact with the moist folds of flesh between her legs.
Her hips bucked into his hand as he stroked his fingers over her most sensitive button.
His lips continued to kiss and suck at her neck while his hands occupied themselves under her shirt and between her legs.
Her entire body was tense, her eyes were clenched shut, and she was struggling to hold herself up and stand still as he continued to pleasure her.
"Tyler caught us...just before...I could..." she explained in between laboured breaths, "...cum," she cried in conclusion as her body began to unravel with her orgasm.
He could feel her womanhood contracting against his fingers.
She had cum in minutes. He had made her cum in minutes. He hadn't expected that to happen. Regardless, his ego was elated.
At this point he was painfully hard for her. He needed relief.
Removing both of his hands from the most intimate parts of her body, he spun her back around kissing her fervidly.
"I need you," he growled, knowing in the back of his mind that those words had been the most emotionally revealing of the night, despite their present sexual connotation.
She responded to his admission by curling her fingers around the button of his pants and tugging them down to free his manhood.
As she kissed his neck, her hands lightly pushed against his chest, turning him slightly so that he was flush against her bed.
"Sit," she told him.
He could feel himself grow nervous as she took control. He had already surrendered enough power to her tonight. However, he wasn't exactly thinking with his head at the moment. Her assertiveness excited him.
Stepping out of his pants, he complied with her request and sat down.
She stood there for a moment in front of him, and he could tell that she too was apprehensive about her new found power.
Keeping her eyes locked on his, she slowly pulled her tank top off, revealing to him the perfect breasts he had been caressing only moments ago.
He admired her torso and the way her golden blonde tresses fell along her face, hoping he was being obvious enough to dispel any insecurity she may have felt.
Next, her hands pushed the material of her pants over the curve of her hips before allowing them to drop to her ankles.
The sight of her undressing in front of him had to be one of the most erotic things he had seen in his centuries of life.
She stepped out of her pants with ease and moved towards him so that her legs were practically touching his.
Instinctively, he reached out, gliding his hand up the length of her leg, appreciating the soft skin.
He looked up at her with want, and he was pleased to find her mirroring his expression.
As he pushed himself further back on the bed, she followed him, climbing onto the bed and then positioning herself over his lap.
He inhaled deeply, preparing himself for what he knew she was about to do.
She held herself above him with his shoulders as she adjusted her legs around his waist before lowering her hips down, taking him completely inside of her.
The combination of the sight and feeling of it was too amazing to describe. He groaned loudly and clenched her hips as she gave a contented sigh astride him.
He cupped the curve of her bottom, not only for his enjoyment, but to assist her movements.
She kissed him again before he even had a chance to.
As they kissed breathlessly, he realized this had become their sexual position of choice. Although he enjoyed quite a variety, this had become his favourite with her. There was something about the sight of her taking him inside of her above him that he found so lascivious and sensuous. Perhaps it had to do with the lack of control, maybe it was the way her breasts bounced to the rhythm of her movements, or the way her hair fell around her face and chest...he guessed it was a little of everything.
His lips painted her skin with kisses while she continued to grind her hips into his.
Lifting his head from her neck, he paused to admire her.
Her head was tipped back, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was agape. She looked stunning at the height of pleasure. He had the urge to paint her like this.
When he felt himself becoming lost in the sight and feeling of her consuming him, he decided it was time for a change.
He needed to reassert himself; he wanted her submissive for a change.
Signalling to her his intent by tightening his grasp around her waist, she responded by clenching her legs around his torso.
He moved the both of them effortlessly, standing up only to return to the comfort of the bed once more, this time with her beneath him.
The missionary position was severely underrated he thought as he delighted at the sight of her below him.
He spread her legs apart and readied himself between her.
Her eyes fluttered open connecting to his automatically.
His eyes remained glued to hers as he eased inside of her cravingly.
She sighed appreciatively as he filled her completely.
As she whimpered against his neck, and raked her knife-like fingernails down his back, he couldn't help but want to devour her.
He continued to thrust inside of her frenziedly, completely hypnotized by the feeling.
When it became too much he kissed her lustfully in an effort to distract himself. He would not grant himself release until she found hers one more time.
Luckily for him she was not too far off. In anticipation of her impending climax, her body tensed against his once more.
"Harder Klaus," she demanded longingly.
The sound of his name rolling off her tongue was delicious. He acquiesced and slammed into her enthusiastically.
"Yeah," she purred into his ear. "Mmm, fuck," she hissed.
The sound of her cussing in this moment had driven him to the point of no return.
"I'm cumming," she cried delightfully.
The sight of her writhing beneath him and the feel of her womanhood constricting around him from her orgasm triggered his own euphoric release closely in time with hers.
The feeling of his orgasm consumed him and he grunted loudly, unable to contain himself.
He held himself inside her for a few prolonged moments to feel the tiny remaining ripples of her orgasm and savour the warmth of her around him.
Following that, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, his head against her chest, as he struggled to catch his breath.
She was murmuring contentedly to herself with one hand above her head and the other curled around the locks of his hair.
His own hand was busy drifting up her leg and onto her stomach.
He lied there like that for awhile, hoping she wouldn't protest, although he knew he would have to leave soon for Stefan's.
The steadiness of her breathing was soothing, and he listened intently.
He soon realized that she was what had been missing earlier; she was what he was forgetting.
He had to have her. He had to ask her again, confident that this time he could garner himself a favourable answer.
Rising from the bed, he climbed back over top of her.
She lay there seemingly lifeless below him with her eyes shut.
He thought she may have fallen asleep, but he soon felt her legs spread apart to welcome him once more, and he could see a small smirk playing on her lips.
Taking his time, he allowed his lips the opportunity to explore her stomach and then her breasts.
She whined softly under her breath, awakening once more to his touch.
He soon reached her left earlobe with his mouth.
It was now or never.
"Come with me," he whispered.
She giggled in response as her fingertips began to draw circles on his back.
"I think we already did that once tonight," she answered.
He smiled into her hair.
"No...when I leave Mystic Falls," he clarified, lifting his head above her to look down at her reaction. "Come with me."
Her eyes shot open, and for a second he thought he could see them sparkle at the prospect of his suggestion, but that quickly faded.
She was hesitating and his breathing quickened accordingly.
He nudged her cheek with his nose and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"What's holding you back?" he wondered. "Tyler?" he asked, anticipating an answer he didn't want to hear.
"Sort of," she whispered cryptically.
He hated playing guessing games, but he decided to humour her until he found the complete answer.
"If this is about finishing school, I told you I'd wait," he reassured her, hoping it was as simple as that.
It never was, and he knew that instantly by looking at her conflicted expression.
"If you're worried about leaving your friends and your mother we could stay close...stateside; New York, California, New Orleans," he listed, quickly realizing how pathetic he sounded trying to sell her on the idea.
He was done. He was finished trying to guess what her reservations were. He was done with trying to convince her.
Leaning in to kiss her cheek and smell the fruity scent of her hair one last time, she finally decided to speak up.
"Would Elena be coming?" she asked, the tone of her voice darkening.
He lifted his head to look at her. He should have expected the question, but he was still surprised by it nonetheless.
She gazed up at him expectantly for an answer.
When he couldn't give her the answer she wanted to hear, he knew he had lost her interest.
"She would," he finally admitted.
Caroline turned away from him, her cheek resting against the pillow.
"Right. Hybrids. How could I forget?" she scoffed quietly to herself. "You know I can't come with you," she said further shifting her gaze to meet his again.
He closed his eyes and sighed in defeat.
"It appears as though we've hit a fork in the road, love," he admitted.
"A completely avoidable one," she spoke bitterly, the hurt evident in her voice.
He huffed in frustration and climbed off of the bed.
She sat up, covering herself with one of the blankets they had managed to push down to the end of her bed during their fleeting moments of passion, as she followed him with her eyes.
He began to dress, slipping on his pants and shirt in silence before searching for his socks and shoes.
As he slipped on his footwear, he could hear her muffled cries from behind him.
"You've lived for centuries without hybrids, what's a few more?" she argued.
He turned to her.
"You don't understand," he said sternly.
"Of course I don't understand, because you won't let me," she cried.
He tried hard to ignore her as he put his jacket on.
"Are your siblings not good enough for you?" she asked. "Am I not good enough for you?" she added self-consciously.
He winced in response to her questions. She sounded like his sister.
"You and Elena would be safe with me," he growled, turning on the defensive, ignoring her questions altogether.
She rolled her eyes.
"Maybe so, but that doesn't mean you should take Elena with you against her will," she replied. "I can't be a part of that," she refused as she wiped her eyes.
He bit his tongue and choked back whatever hurtful comments he wanted to retaliate with.
"Then I guess we're done here," he said plainly as he turned for her door.
She resumed sobbing under her breath.
He wasn't going to look back. He didn't want to see her like this.
"Klaus wait," she pleaded.
He turned around hopeful that she had a change of heart, but he knew that was probably asking for too much.
"You need to know..."
- "Need to know what?" he interrupted, agitated by the twist of events and eager to leave.
"When your brother Finn was killed, every vampire created in his bloodline died too..." she revealed.
"I know," he said flatly. "Stefan informed me."
"Damon and Elena are in Denver with Jeremy," she continued.
He nodded.
"I know that too. I spoke with my brother Kol," he responded.
Although annoyed by the repetitive information she was feeding him, the fact that she was telling him this at all piqued his interest.
She didn't seem discouraged by the fact he had already been aware of all she had just said, signalling to him that she had more to say.
"They aren't just there to pick him up," she finally said, getting to information that he was unaware of.
He stepped back closer to the bed to listen to what she had to tell him.
"Go on..." he urged.
"They're going to see if Jeremy can contact Rose...to find out who sired her," she explained. "If they find out that she wasn't sired by you...they'll do whatever it takes to kill you," she revealed.
Knowing that it was Rose who sired Katherine, the picture became clear to him. If the Salvatores discovered that their survival no longer depended on his survival, they would do everything to kill him.
If he was dead, Tyler would be dead for certain.
He turned for the door once more, ready to escape this situation.
Just as he was about to walk out, he paused and turned slightly towards her.
"Who are you trying to protect me or Tyler?" he asked bluntly.
She frowned.
"Does it matter?" she answered.
And with that his vampire speed pushed him out onto her porch.
Repressing his inclination towards self-loathing and rage, he texted Kol with the latest information about Damon and Elena's trip to Denver. Mary Porter would have to be dealt with.
As he stepped out onto the walkway, the cool night breeze hit his face; so too did his sister's words.
"...as long as you're on your little hybrid mission with Elena, Caroline will never ever give you her heart."
She was right.
A/N: Some things I want to address...
- In terms of the Denver issue...in my fic I'm going to assume that Klaus already was aware of Jeremy's ability to contact the dead (perhaps he did find out on the show, I just don't remember, and I'm too lazy to research it).
- Also, there's a time difference between Denver and Mystic Falls, so that explains how Caroline was able to tell Klaus about Damon and Elena's plans, and then how Klaus was able to tell Kol, and then Kol was able to handle business.
- remember, I'm trying to keep this fic in line with the real show as much as possible, so that's why this chapter ended on a sour note. Recall that the next episode following this would be 3x20, the decade dance. I haven't started planning the next chapter, but it will likely deal with the events of that episode and integrate what I have created.
- Also, if any of you were thinking that there was too much smut in this chapter, my motto is go big or go home, lol. If you were thinking that perhaps it's too much for Caroline in a two day span, my defence is that the time with Tyler doesn't count...and as for the times with Klaus, who wouldn't want to have sex with him two times in two days? Hehe.