Where Words Fail
A Klaroline One Shot
Part 2 of 3
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"I'll have a double, on the rocks."
"Come on, Klaus, we're in a bar...at least be a little more imaginative." Klaus turned and looked at Stefan irritably before rolling his eyes and turning back to the bartender.
"Whiskey sour?" He corrected his order before turning back and after seeing his friend's smug face glanced back at the bartender, "Better make that a double." He saw the annoyed smirk on his friend's face and Klaus shrugged innocently.
"What? It has fruit in it..."
Stefan just chuckled, raising his eyebrows at his friend before reaching for his Jack and Coke and holding his glass up.
"Cheers," the younger Salvatore said, waiting for the lead singer to hold up the glass the bartender slid down to him, who begrudgingly clinked glasses with him before they both drank, Klaus' sip larger than Stefan's. Stefan looked over at his friend, taking in his moody expression, then followed his gaze and found what had captivated his friend; or whom, he should say. His blonde best friend was less than two feet away, doing shots with her bandmates and laughing, regaling their successful performance hours earlier.
"Oh my god! We rocked it! I hope the audiences are that great every night!" Anna said excitedly.
"Well it helps that this one slinks up from the audience every time," Lexi said, bumping hips with Caroline, who smirked and bumped her right back.
"Oh please, remember that guy in Chicago that got your autograph tattooed on his arm?! He followed us to four different cities!" Caroline teased, then suddenly acted like she'd been struck speechless and started trembling and shaking. "P-p-please Al-l-l-l-l-lexis! Sign m-m-my face! It'll match m-m-my b-b-b-bicep!" She made all the trembling gesticulations the man had made and Anna and Lexi cracked up.
"Well that right there was his problem!" Lexi said, smirking, sipping her cocktail, "No one fucking calls me, 'Alexis,' except my mom. And thank God that bitch is dead! She's probably rolling in her grave knowing her only daughter is a drummer, not a stay-at-home with a baby on each hip!"
"Well then, to rolling some graves!" Anna said proudly, holding up her glass and her bandmates clinked their glasses with hers.
"Cheers!" The two blondes laughed together and the three sipped their matching light pink drinks.
"Excuse me ladies!" the bartender called, getting their attention again, and suddenly he was placing more shots in front of them. Caroline's eyes widened, not sure what he was doing.
"I'm sorry, we didn't order these!"
"No, I did," she heard his husky voice behind her and it made a shiver run up her spine and made her tingle all over. She did her best to pull herself together before turning to see the dimpled smirk, she'd been hoping would've stayed home, directed at her.
"So, what are we drinking, girls?" Stefan said, suddenly appearing next to Anna.
"Red Headed Sluts!" Lexi called excitedly over the roar of the crowd and Caroline glanced to the side and saw the bartender sliding two more shot glasses over to them.
"Sounds delicious," Klaus murmured under his breath as he reached for his shot just past Caroline, their faces inches away and Caroline's breath caught.
They had ditched their jackets in the town car, knowing it'd be hotter in the packed club and they were all wearing the same clothes that they'd worn during the concert. Klaus had pushed the sleeves of his white henley up to his elbows and his forearm brushed the exposed skin of Caroline's upper arm when he reached for his shot.
She did her best to ignore the electricity that passed through her from the single brush, but she knew the liquor would help her forget anything she wanted to forget tonight. She turned quickly to the bar to take her shot and missed Klaus's knowing smirk. He was fairly certain he'd seen the blonde bombshell's eyelids flutter when he'd leaned forward to get his shot, and the brush against her arm might or might not have been accidental. Klaus would never tell.
"Cheers," Klaus said, smirking at the group, raising his shot glass to each person and Caroline last. Everyone murmured their cheers, except for Caroline, and they all threw back their shot glasses, downing the contents in one gulp. He reached past Caroline to put his shot glass back on the bar, but she was wise to his game this time and took a step closer to Lexi.
The music blasting through every speaker in the joint suddenly changed and Lexi screamed, blowing out the eardrums of everyone standing around her if they weren't already shot to hell.
"OH MY GOD! I LOVE THIS SONG!" As she screamed her declaration, Anna and Caroline listened and immediately realized what song it was and soon the three girls were singing along.
I hear your heartbeat to the beat of the drums
Everyone in the club matched the drum beat in the song and stomped with their feet, including Anna, Caroline and Lexi, and they even pounded on the bar with their fists.
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night
Like we're gonna die young!
"OH MY GOD, I LOVE THIS SONG TOO!" Caroline screamed happily with Lexi and Anna suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Come on!" the raven haired girl called, pulling Caroline to the dance floor. Just before she was out of reach, Caroline reached back and grabbed Lexi's wrist and yanked her away from the bar. Stefan was luckily close enough to take the drink out of the drummer's hand before she spilled it everywhere as her friend jerked her down to the dance floor, and he merely laughed and sniffed it questioningly before putting it back on the bar and reaching for his drink.
"A lively little bunch, aren't they?" Klaus said, watching the girls cross to the middle of the dance floor as the song started to pick up into the first verse. He was really watching one in particular, but Stefan chuckled at his question and his laugh made Klaus tear his eyes away from the blonde dancing with her friends.
"'Lively' is putting it nicely. After I introduced Caroline and Lexi, they took me to this new club they had heard of, and the next day was a shit show to say the least. We woke up in a stranger's apartment, had no cell phones, Caroline was wearing someone else's shirt and had no idea how she got it or who it belonged to, Lexi had at least three different phone numbers Sharpied on her arms, and I left without my pants."
Klaus burst out laughing. "That's quite a story, mate."
"Yeah well, all you get are stories after you go out with these hellions," Stefan said, half laughing and half groaning as he finished off his drink and signaled the bartender for another. Before they knew it, the song was changing and Lexi was slinking back up towards Stefan and Klaus, an animated smile on her face as she zeroed in on the man to Klaus's left.
"No, I know that look. You know I don't dance, Lexi Branson," Stefan said, holding up a hand, gulping down some more of his drink.
"I know you don't dance," Lexi started, repeating his words and sounding defeated until a grin spread across her face, "unless you're dancing with me." Stefan groaned loudly like a child that was told he couldn't get an ice cream until after he got a check up and Klaus chuckled, liking the blonde even more as he saw how she challenged his friend.
"You already violently assaulted my hair with hair care products; haven't I suffered enough today?" He whined before taking a large gulp, and Lexi laughed and rolled her eyes at him.
"Oh my god! You're such a baby!" She half laughed and half growled at him, crossing to take his drink out of his hand and placed it on the bar. "Come on!" Klaus laughed as he watched the tenacious blonde drag his friend to the dance floor and it led his eyes to scan the crowd for another blonde again and he finally spotted her.
Caroline smiled as she moved her body in time to the music, flinging her head around, not caring how tangled or matted it might get. When Lexi had left them to grab Stefan, some cute guy, Jeremy he said his name was, came over to them and really sweetly and politely asked Anna to dance. She'd protested at first, saying that she was dancing with her friend, but Caroline saw the disappointment on the guy's face and she was getting really good vibes from him, so she insisted they dance together.
Jeremy and Anna were close, but still far enough away from Caroline to not be awkward as they got wrapped up in each other while they danced. Caroline glanced around, keeping tabs on her friends and once she'd taken her headcount and saw everyone, she smiled to herself and kept dancing, not concerned with finding herself a dance partner at all. But suddenly she felt someone tap her shoulder.
She turned and smiled back at the friendly, handsome face that was smiling at her. His bright brown eyes were almost as captivating as his big smile, just above his George Clooney-esque chin. The song had continued to the deep male synthesized portion and she did her best to listen in to what he was going to say over the top of the music.
Come on and evacuate
Feel the club is heating up
Move on and accelerate
Push it to the top
"Hi, I'm Joe, would you like to dance?"
"Sure, Joe," Caroline said, glancing at him and not picking up on anything that made her not want to dance with him, and wrapped her arms around his neck and slid closer to him. "I'm Caroline."
"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he said and she chuckled, even though she'd heard that one before. She tried grinding with him face to face, but he was struggling with it a bit, so she smoothly and stealthily turned so that she could grind with him front to back.
Most guys she meets aren't able to grind face to face, either by sheer lack of skill or discomfort with being face to face, and in either case were more than happy to grind and dance as was typical, with the girl in front of them and their hands on their hips. Joe immediately loosened up and his hands held her hips comfortably as they danced, and Caroline pulled out a more salacious body roll here and there when she felt like it or when the music called to her.
Come on and evacuate
Feel the club is heating up
Move on and accelerate
You don't have to be afraid
Just before the verse finished, they suddenly heard a verse call, "Caroline!" She and Joe looked up and Caroline could see Anna crossing to an opening in the dance floor near them and she began busting out the short dance routine they'd learned in a hip hop dance class they'd taken just for fun. She started to garner a small audience that had started to cheer her on, and she looked up again and called to Caroline again to join her.
Joe loosened his hands as if he knew Caroline would go join her friend, and Caroline threw him a smile quickly before she ran over and joined Anna, jumping in with the choreography. The crowd went wild as they danced to the rapper's beat, their movements seeming as if they'd been choreographed for the song even though Caroline and Anna knew they weren't.
Now guess who's back with a brand new track?
They got everybody in the club going mad
So everybody in the back
Get your back up off the wall and just shake that thang
Go crazy
Yo lady
Yo baby
Let me see you wreck that thang
Now drop it down low, low
Let me see you take it to the dancefloor, yo
Everybody in the club
(Evacuate the dancefloor)
Everybody in the club
(I'm infected by the sound)
Everybody in the club
(Stop this beat is killing me)
Hey Dr. DJ let the music take me underground
Once the song started to repeat the chorus's lyrics, Anna and Caroline's choreography died down and the girls laughed and high fived each other, and the small crowd around them cheered and applauded. Caroline watched as Jeremy reemerged from the crowd and snaked his arms around Anna's waist, pulling her back to his chest and he whispered something in her ear and she immediately spun in his arms and started kissing him passionately.
"Wow, that didn't take long," Caroline thought to herself, but she was happy for her friend. Anna had been having a bit of a dry spell when it came to guys, what with all the touring and some family issues she was having, but Caroline still got good vibes from Jeremy so she was okay with him being with Anna. She just hoped that Anna didn't get too attached since they were leaving tomorrow in the early afternoon.
Seeing her friend wrapped up in her impromptu dance partner, she thought back and wondered if she might be able to find Joe since she dashed away to join Anna to dance momentarily. Before she had to even start to look for him, she felt a pair of arms snake around her own waist and she chuckled and leaned back against the lean body behind her.
"I should've known you'd find me," Caroline said, knowing he had heard her by the way he squeezed her hips, and she resumed dancing with him and grinding her body against his.
She was surprised, though, that he was dancing with much more confidence and passion than he had before. Her dance break with Anna must have impressed him and he must have felt like he needed to step up his game. She was enjoying herself much more now that Joe was dancing more confidently because he was committing to his movements, feeling the music and responding to her much better.
She gasped as she felt his hands slide down the fronts of her thighs and drag down her fishnets, and she couldn't help her body's instinctive response to fall back against his torso as they did. She would've seen his face had he not had it buried in her neck, and found herself wishing he'd kiss it.
As his hands came sliding back up, Caroline pulled her torso away from his slightly and she felt his hands slide up adventurously from her waist to her sides, barely grazing the sides of her breasts. She brought her own hands up to her messy locks, bunching them up and welcoming some air on her hot neck.
Keeping her hands up had given him more access to drag his hands up her sides, but almost as if he were reading her mind, she suddenly felt a gentle puff of cold air on the back of her neck and down her back and she sighed at the exquisite feeling. The cool air had clung to the beads of sweat on her neck and she was almost embarrassed to think he could see sweat running down her back. Joe didn't seem to mind though, since his hands made their way back to her waist and pulled her back against his groin even more tightly.
"Oh, so that's what you want?" Caroline thought devilishly to herself, "Fine then, you've got it."
Caroline decided to pull out what Lexi had teasingly dubbed, "Her Stripper Move," and after glancing around and seeing that she had enough room, leaned forward completely, and arched her back before planting a hand on the ground to use as leverage to to grind against him. He didn't say a word, but she felt his fingers dig into her hips more and she proceeded to dance against him, half grinding and half popping her butt against him. Her free hand rooted itself in her locks again as she arched her back against him, and after a while she straightened up again and danced against him.
"You're quite the dancer," he suddenly said and Caroline froze completely and her heart dropped into her stomach.
That wasn't Joe's voice. It was an accented one that also came with a dimpled smirk.
She tried to dash away, but his hands grabbed her and spun her around to face him and she was face to face with the man himself, and he greeted her with the dimples and smirk she had predicted and it only induced her to scowl and scoff at him.
"Take your hands off of me," she said, but his hands held her tight to his body.
"You didn't seem to mind them being on you a moment ago, love," he said lasciviously, his hands sliding along her lower torso and legs, but never losing their hold on her.
"I thought you were someone else," she said through gritted teeth, trying to give him the most hateful look she could muster even though she knew her body was betraying her. Damn her fickle senses, revealing feelings and desires she wished to keep hidden.
"Oh, come now, don't try to pass off what we just did as something you meant for another," Klaus insisted and he leaned down to bury his nose back at her neck and she heard him murmur against her skin. "You didn't dance on stage tonight for the audience or anyone else. You know that as well as I do." She felt one of his hands leave her waist and lightly twirl a lock of her hair around his finger, and she took it as an opportunity to attempt fleeing again.
"Fuck off!" she spat at him, breaking free of him and stepping away quickly. She almost made it, but he caught her wrist at the last and yanked her back now so her back was pressed up against his chest.
"I'll take that as a challenge," he said, feeling her body half rigid and half relaxed against his. He brought his lips down to her right ear and murmured, "Just try and deny that you feel something, Caroline. Anything at all, just try; I dare you."
She cursed her body for betraying her once more as she felt herself melt into him. Her name fell from his lips, like the richest velvet or the smoothest silk, and she remembered the electricity she had felt when she performed with him on the stage that night. She realized she should've known that he had replaced Joe, and she heard him chuckle.
"The best part of this is that you're just as stubborn as I am," he chuckled, apparently amused with this fact rather than annoyed, "And it makes you that much more enthralling, sweetheart; knowing you're too smart to be seduced by me."
There was a perceptible shift, not just because the music had transitioned and a new song had begun to filter through the sound system, but the tone and quality of his words had made her turn her head gently, causing him to lift his up, and their eyes finally met. As they gazed into each other's eyes, Caroline searched for some quality, some sentiment in his eyes that she could fault him for, but was amazed when she found none.
Instead she saw not only lust, but sincerity and honesty in his eyes as well. His tone had been one not of arrogance or excitement at the prospect of wooing her; no, Caroline had looked up at him because there was a certain appreciation and reverence in his tone. It was there for her to read in his eyes as clear as day, as if he'd spoken his feelings aloud...
He saw her as his equal and not a prize to be won.
At the toast after the show, she'd been sure that his attempts to chat her up, woo her, and give her the heady sex eyes he was giving her now were all just some rockstar conquest he had; take the young ingenue, his opening act, and claim her before anyone else did and just because he could.
But looking back at him now, she knew he was doing exactly what he'd done with his guitar on the stage; he was challenging her and acknowledging her and her abilities and hoping that she'd reciprocate and match him in his endeavors; not swoon and fall subservient to him.
She heard the melodic and recognizable vocalization in the next song truly pick up, and Klaus's hands loosened their grip on her body but still rested lightly against her skin.
"The music calls to you the way your body calls to me," he said, his voice husky and she felt her breathing becoming labored, but she dare not tear her eyes away from his that blazed with the same fire as his words.
He slowly and languidly started to roll his body against hers, and the way he lightly held her body told her that if she tried to leave now, he'd let her go; and from the look on his face, it seemed as if he almost expected her to leave. Her mind was telling her to go, that it was too soon, that she was still heartbroken over losing Ty, that getting involved with her main act's lead singer was a bad idea.
Her gaze fell from his as she began to debate with herself, but once again, almost as if he could read her mind, one of his hands left her waist and gently turned her face back towards his.
"Hey," he said, sounding much softer and kinder than before, and she couldn't help but look at him in amazement and surprise, "It's okay, it's just me."
His tone and expression seemed to be trying to reassure her and calm her, and surprisingly they did. She didn't know what it was about him, but she was drawn to him just as much as he was apparently to her. She knew she'd probably regret it in the morning, but feeling his hand that had turned her face to rub her jaw with his thumb made her ready to go to Hell in a handbasket.
He continued rolling his body gently against hers, and as the first verse began, she began to move with him, her eyes never leaving his.
You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war.
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door.
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score.
You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can't do this no more.
At some point in the middle of the first part of the song, Caroline had turned in Klaus's arms to face him, and it had happened so fluidly, she wasn't sure if she'd turned or if he had turned her, or both; however it happened, she didn't care, because even so, he'd not torn his gaze from hers for one second.
One of her hands hung at her side while the other rested lightly against his chest, gently gripping the necklaces that hung around his neck, as they continued to move together. Slowly and gently, Klaus's hands left her waist and brought her hands up to wrap around his neck.
Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Once he felt her fingers lace at the back of his neck, his hands slid slowly down her arms, one resting on her wrist and the other on her forearm, and his face leaned down until their foreheads were touching and it was the first time that that they'd broken eye contact the entire time.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.
During the bridge, the hand that Klaus had rested on her forearm had slowly slid down her body to rest on her hip again. It wasn't as if he needed to anchor himself to her; if she wasn't lost in their synchronicity, she would've been amazed at how easily he danced with her face to face. She didn't know if she was drunk off the Red Headed Sluts and the Flirtini or drunk off of him, but she was losing herself in him and the music, and she couldn't deny how fucking brilliant and amazing it felt.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night
As the chorus turned into the next verse, Caroline opened her eyes and unlaced her fingers and slid her hands down Klaus's chest, causing him to pick his head up from hers and open his eyes as well. Once his eyes had found hers, she slid her hands down and leaned back, arching into him as she leaned back and she heard Adam Levine sing.
Try to tell you "no" but my body keeps on telling you "yes".
She felt his arms holding her, not letting her fall, and she gently rolled back up and looked at him heatedly. He gave her the same impassioned stare and she slid her hands up her torso and over her curves and up her neck until her hands were tangled in her blonde mane again, lifting it up from her neck.
Try to tell you "stop", but your lipstick got me so out of breath.
I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.
Klaus's hands had followed the trail her hands had left up her body and his hands found hers and laced his fingers with hers, but remained above her head as their bodies continued to move together. Caroline couldn't help the sigh that had escaped her as she imagined their bodies pressed together in a similar fashion, his hands pinning hers above her head, pinning her against a wall and ravishing her in the way his dancing promised he not only could, but would ravish her.
And I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.
Soon she felt his hands release hers and slide down her head to hold the sides of her face and her hands covered his as they pulled her face closer to his. Her heartbeat quickened and their faces were so close, their noses actually touched.
Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.
They never looked away from the other's eyes, and eventually his hands made their way back down her curves to her hips and her hands went to his chest. One of her hands grabbed and held the fabric of his vest and the other tangled in his necklaces again, pulling them and keeping their faces close together.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night
As the song began to repeat the well-known "Oooh Oooh Oooh Ooohs", Caroline sensed him shift and she watched as his face tilted slightly towards hers and she suddenly realized what was about to happen, and she remembered where she was, who she was dancing with and her earlier fears all came flooding back to her.
Her fingers quickly loosened their grip on both his vest and necklaces, and they flattened against his chest and pushed him away. His forward movement, however, met with her resistant gesture only caused her to push back from him and separate their bodies, which was just as effective for her and did the same job.
His eyes that had been half-lidded suddenly snapped open, looking surprised, and she couldn't help but feel a little guilty that he looked a little hurt as well. She hoped her eyes conveyed her apology and she turned and ran as fast as her feet could carry her to the bathroom, the one place she instinctually sought since she knew it was the one place she could be truly away from him.
The club, for some reason, had one of those single person bathrooms, even though she and Anna and Lexi had no idea why, but she saw her opening as she neared the door and line of women waiting and saw someone exiting the bathroom. Caroline pushed past all the women breathlessly, and when they all yelled and groaned and called her nasty names, she apologized and continued past them and into the bathroom.
There was a tiny stall surrounding the single toilet, but Caroline stopped and turned and placed a hand on either side of the sink, leaning against the countertop to take deep breaths and get her bearings back, not bothering to lock the door behind herself. She knew the women outside would wait, it was just too inefficient to lock the door that blocked the entire bathroom from the club.
What had just happened? She'd been dancing with Klaus for nearly a full three minutes but it felt as if she'd been transported to some other universe and they'd been wrapped up in each other's embrace for three hours instead. And she'd seen his face and knew immediately what he'd been about to do...he'd been about to kiss her.
And she'd ran away.
She looked up at herself in the mirror and studied herself. Her hair was even wilder than it was before, her eyes were dilated, her eye makeup was smudged a bit, her chest was heaving as her lungs tried to take in as much oxygen as possible and she couldn't help but notice her nipples were erect within her bra.
How had she come to this? How had she come to hide out in the bathroom to avoid Klaus, whom she'd been grinding against like peppercorns in a pepper grinder only seconds ago.
It was a mistake. A mistake that could never happen again.
She took a deep breath before turning the faucet and letting some cold water run over her hands, and she turned and flicked her fingers at her face, spraying herself lightly with the droplets and she dabbed herself dry with a paper towel. She heard the door suddenly open, and she turned to tell the woman that she was done and the bathroom was all hers.
But it wasn't a her; it was Klaus, and his eyes were ablaze not with lust, but with fury.
"What the hell are you doing, Klaus?! This is the ladies' room!" Caroline said, defensively and Klaus strode right up to her.
"You're a coward." There was silence as Caroline gaped at him, then she finally found her voice.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," he growled, and suddenly he was pointing a finger in her face, "You're too scared to actually take what you want. Or maybe it's that you're scared to want something you want. Either way, that's total bollocks, Caroline, total fucking bollocks."
"Wow, you know I would've ventured a guess at what movie that was from, but the 'total fucking bollocks' is kind of throwing me off," she replied darkly, "But thank you for summarizing my own feelings and thoughts for me so succinctly."
"What do you want, Caroline?!" Klaus suddenly shouted. "I've done nothing but show you and tell you that I fancy you, and for some reason you refuse to believe me, and now you're in a strop for some reason. I mean bloody hell, I've gone as far as follow you into the loo, for Christ's sake..."
Caroline opened her mouth to reply, but his declaration reminded her of where they were having this little confrontation. She thought about telling him he was lucky that a bouncer wasn't dragging him out, or worse, that an angry group of women waiting for the bathroom hadn't jumped him. But no one was storming in after Klaus and dragging him off. The two of them were completely alone.
And that's when it occurred to her...he'd paid them off.
He'd paid off all those women waiting in line to leave them be. Just as easily as he'd bought those shots, he'd bought those women. He obviously was a man that, no matter how difficult or inconceivable it was, got what he wanted. And that was where there was dissonance between them; he didn't treat people he wasn't interested in or needing or using as anything more than his pawns.
"You know what the problem is, Klaus? You have no idea how to just be a normal human being. You've never had nothing. All your life, you've always gotten what you wanted, and if it wasn't handed to you, you took it. Everything is a game to you and for you and we're all just pieces in that game. This is all Klaus's world and we're just in it.
"Would you have shown up to play with my band if you hadn't deemed me attractive first? You were more than happy to have Stefan do the soundcheck and practice with us, even though you were never going to let him play. Then you waltz in, 45 minutes to curtain, and expect me to just fall at your feet, so impressed that you jumped in and played our entire set list?
"You use people and put people beneath you or you try to BUY THEM OFF, but... That's not how it works! You don't get to know people because you don't even try to understand them... I thought I wasn't a prize to be won in your eyes, and I was right. I'm just the first opponent to challenge you in God knows how long. Maybe not getting your way for once will finally teach you some humility and human decency." She finally finished her tirade and stormed past him to leave.
Just as her hand was on the door, she felt his hand grab her arm and pull her back like he had on the dance floor, and she turned angrily, ready to yell at him that she wasn't his yo-yo or toy to just be pushed and yanked around. She was taken completely off guard however as his lips crashed to hers, and she struggled angrily at first, but one of his hands latched to the back of her head, keeping their lips together and the other pulled her lower body flush against his.
Feeling their bodies pressed together once more made Caroline lose her senses all over again and she melted into his embrace without even realizing it and his grip on her softened noticeably. He finally pulled back to look at her face, and he waited for her eyes to slide open again before he spoke. He released her gently, merely taking her hand lightly in his, his thumb rubbing a circle on the top of her hand as he held it.
"Thank you for your honesty," was his quiet and simple reply. He gazed at her and she saw sincerity, just as she had before they really truly started dancing together. Now he really looked ready for her to leave, obviously having less confidence than he'd had on the dance floor moments before. He'd seemed fairly confident then that she'd stay and dance with him when she learned he wasn't Joe, however...
Here in the ladies' room, anything could happen and he looked slightly hopeful, grateful, and passionate, and Caroline was at a loss for words. Since she was without words and without a guitar, she expressed herself the only way she could, which was physically.
Klaus released her hand with a small sigh, telling himself he'd known it was a long shot and as he gently turned away to let her know that there were no hard feelings and he would deal with her choosing to leave; that he didn't expect anything from her.
What he didn't expect, though, was her suddenly jumping him and pushing him back against the stall that surrounded the toilet and planted her lips back on his.
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Caroline gasped as she felt Klaus's hands curl around her ass and pull her lower body flush against his and grind them together while he planted frantic kisses along her neck and chest. She let her head fall back against the elevator wall that they were standing in, and she scarcely remembered how they got in the service elevator of Klaus's hotel.
After a rather passionate interlude in the club bathroom, they finally made their way back to the town car and Klaus must have told the driver to take them to his hotel. It was all a little fuzzy since Klaus essentially had her horizontal the whole drive there, grinding his body into hers so forcefully it was like he was trying to bury them into the seat. And there must have been cameras or people waiting out front if they were in the rougher, dirtier service elevator that was typically off limits to guests and used only by employees. Caroline struggled to think through the rest of the details as she felt Klaus's hands slide along her stomach and torso underneath her shirt, just as they had in the car.
She moaned, feeling his hands move higher to cup her breast through the cup of her bra, and she buried her fingers in his hair to yank his head away from where it was, placing hot open mouthed kisses along the neckline of her shirt, and pull him back for a fiery kiss. Klaus had growled with a smirk playing on the corner of his lips when he felt her fingers tugging his roots demandingly and he was more than happy to bring his lips back to hers. She held his face in her hands tightly and kissed him roughly, her lips battering his and smearing her red lipstick all over his mouth, and he loved how strong and dominant she was being with him.
Her mouth broke away from his, though, to gasp as he hooked a hand under each knee to grind himself into her better and harder, and he smirked triumphantly at her reaction, a mixture of shock and ecstasy, before he went back to the soft skin of her chest and neck, kissing, licking and biting whatever he could; he wanted to leave his mark on her.
"You made my heart stop," he groaned against her skin as his hands ran the length of her thighs, still clad in fishnets, "sauntering up to the stage like my most erotic and sensual dream brought to life." Caroline gasped and murmured, his words turning her on as much as his ministrations. Her hands clawed his back as he continued touching her, everywhere and anywhere his hands could reach. Since his hands had begun to slide all over her body again, she'd wrapped her legs around his torso tightly, hooking her ankles and the heels of her boots digging into his backside.
"All I could think about was running my hands over your smooth, pale skin, imagining how soft and creamy it'd feel underneath my fingertips," he murmured, his hands dragging over her legs until she heard him growl low in his throat. She felt the tiny knit strings on her legs jerk and she suddenly felt his hands flush against her bare skin and she gasped.
He'd ripped her fishnets.
"You bastard," she groaned, wishing he could venture further down and take one of her nipples in his mouth instead of teasing her and kissing the tops of her breasts above and through her shirt. She heard him chuckle deep in his throat and felt the vibrations of it against her skin and it gave her goosebumps and she purred, burying her fingers in his messy, dirty blonde curls.
"I regret nothing," he gasped, raising his head and capturing her lips again, grinding into her body as his hands slid along the outsides of her thighs and beneath them, keeping her firmly pressed between his body and the wall. They heard the elevator ding and she felt his hands slide down to caress her ass to hoist her up to carry her out, as if they wouldn't have ended up there again anyway.
They made it a few steps off the elevator before Klaus couldn't help but press her up against one of the walls in the hallway again, their tongues dueling and fighting for control. Caroline released her legs and found her footing again and once she had, she took him by surprise and spun them so that she was instead the one pressing him against the wall. She held him there with a single hand, and they both gasped to catch their breath and smiled at each other devilishly.
Caroline reached down and started to unbutton his vest, displeased with how little of his skin she was able to touch, even though there were few parts of her he hadn't touched...yet. Her lips immediately went to his neck and began placing rough kisses to the column of his throat, the scruff of his chin tickling her forehead. She'd half kiss and half nip a bit of skin then drag her tongue over the spot as if to soothe it, and he groaned each time she did. However, she was getting impatient with the number of buttons she was expected to undo and then Klaus felt a tug and looked down.
She'd ripped open his vest halfway down.
"You bastard," he smirked, mimicking her earlier griping and she glanced up at him and grinned evilly.
"Sorry I'm not sorry," she replied, sliding her hands underneath his white Henley. Klaus shuddered, her smooth hands running up and down the length of his lean torso. Soon he felt her hands at his waist and he gritted his teeth and moaned as she teased him, hooking her fingers around the top edge of his jeans and running them back and forth, the backs of her fingers and knuckles skimming his skin lightly. They stopped and he heard her unbuckling his belt, and his heart skipped a beat.
She really was wicked and he had no doubt she'd have her way with him right there in the hallway, and her brazenness was both shocking and exhilarating. The fact that anyone could walk out at that moment and catch them in a compromising position was thrilling, but Klaus didn't want to share Caroline. He wanted her all to himself, to leave his mark on her, to make her scream his name again and again and forget she'd ever been with any other men before him.
He growled and yanked her up to him, kissing her intently and half scooped and half picked her up and rushed to his door. He slid the keycard into the slot, turning the handle quickly, and kicked it open for him to carry her inside, then quickly and forcefully kicked it closed behind them seconds later.
Jackets, shoes and belongings fell immediately once the door was closed and were left in a trail behind them as Klaus placed Caroline down and they made their way to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. Their hands were all over each other, frantically trying to rip their own clothes and each other's clothes off at the same time, all while their mouths tried to keep battling together.
Klaus's vest and Henley were both off quickly and once they were on the floor, he made quick work of her shirt while she held up her hands for him to pull it up and over her head. She grabbed his face and pulled it to hers again and his hands went to her waist, guiding her down so that she was lying at the foot of the bed and he was hovering over her.
He kissed down her face and neck and he heard her moan as he kissed down the valley between her breasts. He grunted, displeased that her soft mounds were still covered by the bra, and growled in frustration since he didn't know how to go about freeing them. He paused his ministrations and gazed down at her, his eyes intense with desire.
"Take it off," he commanded. "Now."
He thought she would just reach between them and take it off, however she was able to accomplish that, remaining where she was, lying beneath him. But she sat up fully, making him pull back to give her space; her eyes set on his with the ghost of a seductive smile on her lips, her lipstick smeared and rubbed off from his kisses. He watched her attentively as she reached to her left side first, peeling the sticker away, and she used her arm to hold the bra to her chest. She had seemed calm and patient when she'd done the left, but he watched her face twitch and grimace slightly once she'd pulled the right side off a little too quickly.
Then, she suddenly started to push herself back towards the headboard, using one hand while the other held the bra to her breasts. He watched her with fascination and a smile spread across his face, half-intrigued and half-driven to madness as she continued her seduction, keeping them from his view. She rested against the pillows and brought her free hand back up to her face and hooked her finger at him, beckoning him to come to her.
He should've known she wouldn't just serve herself up on a silver platter; of course she'd make him work for it, and he loved that about her. Nothing came easily with Caroline, and although their chemistry was practically ingrained in their bodies, she always surprised him and she was ever the enigma that had suddenly strutted up onto the stage, turning his world upside down.
He slowly crept onto the bed, like a tiger stalking his prey, but he paused and took in her challenging stance as she waited patiently for him to come to her. Just for the fact that she was expecting him to come to her reminded him that she wasn't his prey; she was the tigress, comfortably sitting in what she claimed as her territory, and this confident display of control and dominance drove Klaus absolutely mad. He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his existence battling with his ever fierce counterpart that was laid out before him, beckoning him to her like a siren.
If she was his demise, he couldn't think of a better way to go.
Once he was hovering over her again, Caroline's hands released the bra to pull his face to hers again and she met his lips with the same desperate urgency they had in the hallway. He kissed her back, matching her passion and fervor, but slowly he pulled away, and gazed into her eyes as his hands found the bra and tossed it aside. It landed somewhere off the side of the bed, but was completely forgotten the moment it left Klaus's hand.
He slowly tore his heated gaze from hers and pulled back slightly in order to better take her in, lying beneath him, bare except for her torn fishnets and shorts. He glanced back up at her before leaning his head down, and Caroline relaxed, feeling her head touch the wooden headboard as she leaned back. But instead of going right for her breasts, as she'd expected and hoped he would, he peppered light kisses to her chest and the tops of her breasts as he had before. However, with her breasts freed from the black satin bra, the scruff on his chin and face brushed against the smooth, sensitive skin and she gasped, her body tingling and her goosebumps returning.
He kissed between her soft mounds and directly below them, as his hands, calloused and hard from years of playing guitar, gently palmed them and Caroline's hands were in his hair and on his shoulder, gripping them tightly. Suddenly she felt him kiss the side of her breast before kissing the spot where the bra's tape had been and one of his hands rubbed the spot gently. Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed across her torso and repeated the action, kissing the skin that had been taped and caressing it softly, on the other side.
He stilled when he heard her breathing stop and felt her fingers in his hair and on his shoulder soften. He looked back up at her and saw her looking at him in confusion and awe, as if she couldn't believe how gentle he was being or that he'd paid such special attention to the skin that had been restricted with tape. They gazed at each other for a moment before he slowly moved back towards her face, pausing millimeters from her lips and his eyes flitting around her face.
Her fingertips slowly came up and began caressing his face and it took him completely by surprise. He hadn't kissed her skin in order to get her to respond in kind, but she was touching his face as lightly and tenderly as he had kissed her strained skin and he couldn't help himself and he let his eyelids slide shut, reveling in the feeling of her smooth fingertips tracing patterns along his face.
Her fingers did have small callouses on the very point of her finger from playing guitar, but the pads of her fingers, which were tracing the lines and features of his face, were amazingly soft and smooth and he sighed contentedly and gasped when suddenly something else was caressing his face. He felt her body shift up and knew then that she was kissing his face gently, starting on one eyelid then gently ghosting them all over his face before pressing a firm but sweet kiss to his lips.
For a moment, they remained where they were, him comfortably settled between her legs, her lips lightly pressed to his, and then he felt her tongue on his lips again, asking for permission to enter which he gladly gave. Even though their tongues battled again, it was slower, more purposeful and articulated than before, like a slow, sensual tango.
After a while, Klaus began trailing his mouth down her jaw and neck, sucking on her soft, sweet skin as if to consume her and she sighed and moaned with pleasure. he finally made his way down and took a nipple in his mouth, then turned and lavished the same attention upon its twin. The beautiful sighs and murmurs and affirmations that came from her were music to his ears and his payment in kind for his attention, and soon he was insatiable again, and he had to have her.
He began to kiss down her body more and more quickly and she felt him hook his fingers around the tops of her shorts and the waistband of her fishnets and he paused to look up at her, and when she bit her lip and nodded, he peeled them quickly from her body.
She wanted to have him bare and at her fingertips, just as she was to him, but a moan ripped from her throat as she suddenly felt his hand cupping her, and a finger languidly tracing her slit. She was already so wet, and it made him even harder knowing she was just as aroused for him as he was for her.
"Klaus," she breathed, and it was the first time she'd said his name since they were at the club and he immediately, without warning, sunk two fingers into her, hoping to draw his name from her lips again.
"Oh my god, oh, Klaus," she moaned loudly, her back arching off the bed and pushing her closer to his hand, which began to move and tease her, his fingers pumping while his thumb teased her little bundle of nerves. After awhile the only things she gasped and moaned were either wordless sounds or his name, if she even was able to say it in its entirety. He felt her walls begin to tighten around his hand and he knew she was reaching her climax.
He then hooked his fingers, knowing he'd reach that spot inside of her, and her moans let him know he had her as they became louder and became more like screams. He continued his movements, kissing her stomach and torso as he did, and soon her fingers were grabbing his short curls and her body trembled as she screamed, her walls clenching down around his fingers, and waves of bliss rolling over her. Klaus groaned with her, the thought of her walls clenching around his dick like that almost too much for him to handle. He had to have her right now.
Caroline whimpered as she felt his body leave hers, but when she saw him sit up into a kneeling position, she knew it was time for the main event and a wanton grin spread across her face. She sat up with him and held his torso as she began to place kisses along his bare chest. He watched her adoringly, and she slipped her hands into both of his front pockets and found what she was looking for. She immediately and unexpectedly took control and she pulled him down with her and flipped him so that she was straddling him. He chuckled seeing her triumphant expression and she kissed down his torso and quickly rid him of his jeans and boxer briefs.
"Really? Mr. Big Bad Rocker doesn't go commando?"
"Oh I do, love, and I did during the concert," he replied, an amused smile on his face as they discussed the irony of his underwear. "Actually, I did during your opening. Found myself needing a bit of a barrier after your...inspiring performance on the stage. I thought I might be a little more comfortable with some kind of buffer." He smiled when she chuckled, loving the sound of her laugh and feeling happy he made her smile.
As her chuckling simmered down, the mood changed as she watched him and all he could figure was that the lust that was slowly returning to her gaze was the knowledge that his arousal for her was the only reason he donned underwear. Just another example of the power she had over him, whether she was aware of it or not.
He sat up on his forearms watched her and before he knew it, she'd ripped the condom she had retrieved from his pocket open with her teeth and was sliding down his body.
"Joan Jett said that, 'My guitar is not a thing. It is an extension of myself. It is who I am,'" Caroline said, in between kissing his lower abdomen, driving him wild with want, as all he wanted her to do was take him in her mouth and have her way with him. He hissed as he felt her suddenly grab his base and as she slid the condom slowly down his length, her confession continued.
"When you played, I was...mesmerized. You were channeling everything you had inside you, every thought, every feeling, every memory, and put it in your guitar and it was one of the most breathtaking things I've ever seen in my entire life. It was inspiring, and soul-bearing, and raw and I've never wanted a person more. I thought if that's even a glimpse of who he is, I want every bit of him," she took his sheathed length in her hand and pumped her hand around it.
Her words and actions making Klaus thrash a bit, gripping the sheets tightly in his fists as she kissed his lower abdomen, murmuring against his skin. "I want every single inch of him if that's his soul he's playing..."
"Then take me," Klaus barked, his voice strained, trying to contain himself despite how her hand and body were demanding otherwise. Caroline pursed her lips before grinning, seeing how keyed up she'd made him, and quickly crawled up his body and, taking hold of him again, slid herself down on him and they both groaned.
They began moving quickly, Caroline's hands clawed at his chest while Klaus's nails dug into her hips, neither caring if one or the other drew blood. Caroline's hands flew to her breasts, gripping them as she impaled herself on him again and again and Klaus's hands pulled her down on him harder and harder each time. Soon Caroline's hands were gripping the headboard, using it for leverage to push down on him and she moaned, "Harder, Klaus."
She didn't have to ask him twice and soon his hips were rearing up off the bed, meeting her thrust for thrust, the sound of skin slapping and their moans and gasps of pleasure filling the air. Caroline shuttered and he felt her walls clamping down on him as another orgasm took her, and he took deep, heaving breaths to keep himself from falling over the edge with her. The alpha in him wouldn't stop until she was begging him for mercy; until she was screaming his name so loudly that the entire hotel knew he was branding her, body and soul.
Klaus sat up and gathered her in his arms, his mouth scorching hers with his kiss, and he easily began to move her body up and down again. His hands were on her face and her hands were on his, just as they had been at the club, and this wasn't lost on Klaus. After her second orgasm, she was like putty in his hands. He began kissing her chest as he continued pumping into her, and she did exactly what he wanted and leaned back to give him better access to her chest. He'd seen her flexibility in her stage performance, and he was eager to see it now in the bedroom.
He kissed across her chest, gently pushing her back further and further until she was laying on her back against his legs, still straddling him on her knees with him inside her. They both murmured in delight as they felt how deep he was in her at this new angle.
Klaus wrapped his arms around her torso and locked her in place so he could ravish each breast and start pumping again. Caroline's hands wrapped around the back of his neck, keeping him close, and it is was ridiculously easy for Klaus to get her to climax again. She began to tremble and when her walls clamped down on him, Klaus moaned and gritted his teeth. No, he was not done with her yet; Klaus refused to stop until he was literally too weak to even hold Caroline, much less make love to her.
Caroline gasped, trying to catch her breath, but she felt Klaus pull her up and readjust her legs so they were in front of her again in a more missionary position; the only difference being that he threw her legs up and over her shoulders. She knew right away that this was going to be a very, very long night.
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Author's Note:
Thank you guys so much for all your words of support for this and for Green Card! You guys are the best! Hopefully I'll have Part 3 and Chapter 6 of GC done soon, but I've got a lot going on, so it maybe be a while before I update either!
Thanks to my Google Doc gang: Christine (melanoradrood), Miranda (livingdeadblondegirl), Alex (klarolineepiclove; authenticheart), Leah (approvesomuch) and Chrizta (channelmodern) for beta-ing and giving me notes and fangirling! xo
And a special big thanks to Ashley (jomosfamilyjewels; The Deej) for making sure my writing is top notch and pushing me to be a better writer! :)
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xo Becky