As she walked barefooted along the cool marble floor in the hall, she heard what sounded like shattering glass; she stopped and opted to turn back but assumed it was Klaus attempting to put away the items they had carelessly knocked over.
She smiled to herself as she entered the dimly lit foyer.
Turning for the stairs, she jumped when the front door opened.
She gasped and stood there frozen as pair of devilish eyes and an artful smile met her embarrassed stare.
"Hello, darling," he mused as he closed the door behind him.
As he came into the light she recognized him as Klaus's brother Kol.
Clutching the edges of Klaus's shirt, she pulled it down modestly.
"I'm here for the family reunion," he chuckled. "But it looks as though the party already started without me," he said as his eyes roamed over her with great intrigue.
He approached her closer, extending his hand.
"I don't believe we were ever properly introduced, I'm Kol. Klaus's younger – more attractive half sibling," he said in a way that was flirtatious enough to make her feel uncomfortable.
She smiled faintly, politely accepting his hand with one of hers, while the other held the shirt she was wearing firmly in place.
"And you're the pretty little thing that my brother has taken quite the liking to..."
- "Caroline," an annoyed Klaus interjected as he appeared in the foyer.
Kol smirked at his brother as he dropped her hand instantly.
"That's right...sweet Caroline," Kol purred.
She could tell Klaus was not amused by Kol's efforts to rile him up.
"What are you doing here?" Klaus asked him angrily.
Kol shrugged nonchalantly.
"Elijah informed me that my other dear brother was back from the dead, so I had to come and see for myself," he said cheerfully.
"Well, here I am, back from the dead," Klaus stated through gritted teeth. "You're welcome to leave any time," he said in a fake polite tone.
Kol looked between both of them amusedly, clearly noticing both their states of undress.
"My apologies, angel," he said to her before turning to Klaus. "I didn't know the welcome-back-from-the-dead-party was a...private affair," Kol snickered.
Klaus's face strained and she could tell he was doing all he could to hold back from physically attacking him.
"She's quite the welcome-home entertainment, brother," Kol observed jovially, giving her another once-over.
Klaus grabbed Kol by the collar of his shirt and tossed him furiously across the room.
"Get out!" Klaus roared.
Kol seemed unfazed by his brother's reaction as he stood up from the floor, giggling to himself.
"I'm happy to see you too, brother," Kol said sarcastically.
She tugged at Klaus's hand sensing the trouble that would erupt if the confrontation between Kol and him continued.
"Fine, we'll leave," Klaus barked to his brother. "See yourself out."
He trudged up the staircase and she followed behind.
She entered his room warily, recalling the last time she had been here. It had not gone over well. Then again, that was a very different time. Things had changed now between them.
He shut the door behind them and she leaned against it as she laughed.
"I'm sorry for my annoying younger brother," Klaus apologized seriously.
She laughed some more and held her hands over her face.
"What?" he asked.
"That was so embarrassing," she chuckled. "Your brother seeing me like that," she clarified.
He smiled.
"Kol can be quite the pest," Klaus informed her.
She sneered.
"Well he had to learn from someone," she joked.
His eyebrows furrowed at her.
"Are you calling me a pest?" he asked.
"Maybe," she said playfully.
He used his vampire speed to take her by surprise, grabbing her by the waist and causing her to drop her things.
She screamed excitedly.
Throwing her down onto his bed mirthfully as she laughed, he pinned her down against the mattress.
Her fit of laughter soon subsided allowing her the opportunity to catch her breath. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her with amusement.
"I've never heard you laugh like that before," he pointed out.
"Well I guess you're just not a funny guy," she quipped, catching his lips in a quick kiss before resting her head back down against the soft blankets.
"So do you think that your brother Kol is gonna keep bothering me?" she asked, curious about Klaus's younger sibling.
"Not if I can help it," he stated simply. "I doubt he'll be much longer anyways. One, because I'll see to it that he isn't; two, Mystic Falls doesn't really appeal to him," he explained.
"I suppose not all your siblings can be like Elijah," she sighed.
She noted him shift uncomfortably with the mention of his older brother.
"Listen, I know you're kinda pissed at him still for his deal with Elena, but he was only trying to look out for everyone's best interests – including mine. He really helped me out when you were...gone," she told him.
"I know," he nodded reluctantly.
"So what were you and Elijah talking about tonight? It seemed important," she asked, curious to know what she had interrupted.
He smirked.
"Elijah was just giving me a hard time," he said.
"About?" she asked, wondering if he would tell her.
"You mostly," he admitted.
"Oh?" she laughed.
"He just set me straight about you," he confessed. "And of course, he scolded me for the bold move at the Founder's Hall," he groaned.
- "Stupid move," she interjected.
He laughed.
"Okay, stupid move at the Founder's Hall," he relented.
She huffed triumphantly.
"P.S. about that, fifty-thousand dollars?" she scoffed. "That's it? That's all I'm worth?" she chided.
A worried expression crossed his features until she couldn't suppress her smile any longer.
"Love, auctions aren't about what the item is worth; it's about the kind of deal you can get on the item. Personally, I think fifty-thousand was quite generous," he teased.
She scoffed jokingly as she punched him playfully in the chest to push him off of her.
Bringing herself up to the pillows, she sighed contentedly, discarding his shirt before pulling some of the heavy blankets overtop of her.
Closing her eyes she listened as she heard him step out of his jeans once more and climbed into his bed behind her.
The warmth of his body pressed against her was comforting; she never had that feeling with Tyler. In fact, she and Tyler had never spent a full night together apart from when Klaus was in his body.
All of this seemed so surreal. If someone had told her a month ago that she would be here like this with Klaus Mikaelson she would have laughed in their face. If someone had told her that she would be here like this with Klaus a few days ago, she would have leaped into their arms with excitement and relief.
After telling her friends everything tonight she expected to feel disgusted, guilty, and sad. To a degree she did feel those things; she was terribly sorry for hurting her friends – but she couldn't contain the pure delight she felt lying next to him; the pure delight she felt when he had told her in a roundabout – but no less meaningful – way that he loved her; the pure delight she felt when their bodies connected.
"You're invaluable," he whispered encouragingly into her ear.
His arm fell over her waist and he pulled her closer to him. His breath was fanning her shoulder and she shook slightly at the sensation. When his lips touched the nape of her neck she shook harder.
Heat rushed to her core instantly, and she cursed him for being able to have such an effect on her so soon after their last encounter.
"And you're incorrigible," she laughed without turning in his direction.
"I prefer insatiable," he said roughly as he raked his fingers through her hair.
She murmured as he kissed her back and pressed his warm body against hers.
"It doesn't sound like you're complaining," he pointed out.
Her cheeks flushed as she felt his hard length brush against the small of her back.
Admittedly, she was enjoying his so-called insatiable appetite for her. It was flattering to feel so lusted after.
She knew that he wanted her; and she wanted him again more than anything, but she wasn't about to grant him the satisfaction of knowing that yet.
His hand moved over her hip and down her thigh a few times as he planted kisses along her upper arm; the feel of his light stubble sent goose bumps down her body.
"We have eternity," she reminded him humorously, only realizing the gravity of her words after she spoke them.
His movements stopped and she could hear him suck in a breath anxiously behind her.
"Is eternity with me really what you want?" he asked meekly.
She twisted her head around to look at him before nodding slowly.
It was what she wanted. She hadn't been completely sure of that going into tonight, but now she had never been more certain of anything.
His hand slipped along her jaw and throat holding her face to him as he kissed her; taking all the air out of her lungs while breathing new life into her all at once.
This was what she had been dreaming about as long as she could remember. She wanted excitement, she wanted passion, she wanted spontaneity, she wanted adventure, she wanted romance, and she wanted his subtle but unwavering love; she had it all, she could feel it.
Relaxed, she rested her head back down against the pillow and stretched her arms out above her, hoping her eternity comment wouldn't stop him from continuing with his earlier plan.
To her elation, he planted more kisses along the back of her neck while his hand moved up the back of her thigh, cupping her ass before spreading out along her back.
She moaned under her breath approvingly, hoping it would give him reassurance.
Soon his hand had reached around to her front, drawing circles along her stomach as it made its way up below her breasts.
Her eyes closed in concentration and consternation as she awaited the feel of his hand on her chest.
To her relief, he didn't tease too long before dragging his fingertips over the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Her nipples awakened immediately to his touch and she scolded her body for being so responsive.
She began to breathe more erratically, and his smile against her neck signalled to her that he had caught on.
He rolled both nipples between his fingers, opting every now and then to cup and caress her aching bust.
The stimulation was overwhelming and the dull ache at her centre grew more pronounced as he continued.
Her thighs were wet with desire, something he was sure to discover the second his hand descended lower.
She whimpered as he nibbled and sucked on her earlobe, clenching her legs together in a frantic attempt to release the pressure that had built so quickly between them.
Her face was practically burning with arousal as his lips skimmed her neck.
She was almost tempted to force his hand between her legs to satisfy the hunger he had stirred inside of her, but she was determined to wait it out until he made his move.
By the time his hand reached between her legs she was almost ready to pass out from the desperate yearning she felt.
Again, he smirked against her neck as he felt how wet she was for him.
He swirled his index finger expertly over her throbbing clit a few times; not enough to send her over the edge, but enough to take her there and drag her back a few times.
She was squirming under his touch and she lifted her leg slightly to allow his fingers better access to her aching womanhood.
Two of his fingers buried themselves inside of her while the flat of his palm was pressed firmly against her sensitive bud.
She gasped delightfully at the sensation, grabbing at the pillows and blankets to quell her desire.
His forearm held her tightly against him effectively preventing her from turning or shifting in any significant way, but she could contort her head just enough to brush her lips against his.
He captured her lips with his, deepening the kiss as his fingers delved deeper inside of her.
She needed him, and he knew it without her even having to say it.
Removing his fingers, he eagerly positioned himself at her opening from behind.
His legs entangled with hers as he eased himself inside of her in one swift movement.
Their sweat intermixed and glued their bodies together as he steadily moved in and out of her.
Much to her satisfaction, his fingers returned to her clit and in seconds she was running towards that cliff edge with no sign of holding back.
Her body was on fire, her jaw was clenched, and her breathing turned shallow as she went completely rigid.
She jumped over that edge with no reservations.
"I'm cumming," she declared as her hands clenched the sheets and her toes curled against his.
Her body convulsed while her orgasm rocked through her.
She could feel her walls spasm tightly around his manhood as her orgasm completely coated him in her juices.
His hand moved from her centre to her stomach as he tightened his grip on her. She felt like he was holding onto her for dear life.
With a few more frantic thrusts he was moaning gratefully into her ear.
She loved hearing the sound of his voice like this; so consumed by her; so animalistic but so vulnerable.
He gasped loudly in surprise as if his orgasm had snuck up on him.
His body shook sporadically as his hips moved against her steadily. She could feel the warm evidence of his climax inside of her.
After riding the wave of his orgasm with a few more shallow thrusts he collapsed behind her in exhaustion.
She rolled over to face him slowly.
His hands were spread out over the mattress as he stabilized his breathing.
Curling up against him, she was practically on top of him as she hitched her leg over his.
She inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of his body, and their lingering arousal.
Making her way to his lips with hers, she could tell his mind was in contemplation, but she couldn't be certain about what.
She hesitated, but kissed his lips lightly anyways, only stopping when she noticed him studying her.
"What?" she asked nervously.
He chewed on his lips for a few moments before speaking up.
"So does eternity mean you'll come with me when I leave Mystic Falls?" he asked, sounding more confident this time than the last.
She looked at him for a few moments before she acquiesced.
"Yes," she whispered.
A/N: *fans self* So what did you think?
Before anyone sends me angry messages about me turning Klaroline into Forwood by making them have sex all the time, let me point a few things out. First, my last smutty chapter was chapter 8. Second, whereas I feel that Forwood sex has lost its meaning and purpose and seems to function as a way to move the TVD story along on the show, I believe that my Klaus and Caroline sex (especially in these two chapters) has a purpose. It's meant to convey their connection to one another and how enthralled they are with one another. If there is any complaint about this or the abundance of Klaroline fluff in these two chapters, PM me and I'll be more than happy to explain and justify the chapters in further detail.
With that said, I hope the dialogue between them was not overshadowed. I hope the dialogue made sense in the context of my story and that Klaus's admission to Caroline was on point and how you expected it to be.
Did you enjoy Kol's appearance? I know some of you were asking about him. Putting him into my story was kind of a spur of the moment decision as I typed out the chapter, so I haven't decided how much of a role he'll play in further chapters (if at all). We'll see.
On a final note, I'm at another crossroads with this story. As I've said, I have my ending in mind, but it's filling in the blank chapters in between to get there that is giving me trouble. Thus, it will be awhile until another update. I am always open to suggestions and I'd love to hear from you if there's anything you want to see, or anything you want addressed.
I apologize for these lengthy author's notes. Please review me and let me know what your thoughts!