A/N: Yes, it's finally updated. Requested by a Guest here, and for Klaroline Writing Week Day 4: Smut

Caroline never slept over. Sleeping over was for couples and they were not a couple. Fuck buddies, friends with benefits, work colleagues, lovers, those were the terms she allowed. Couple did not fit anywhere in there.

She had never met his friends; he had never been to her house. It was fun, it was effortless, it was sexy. She never wanted it to get to the point where she got angry because he left his wet towel on the floor or he ever stopped getting excited when he saw her in her underwear.

She was Caroline, the-serial-monogamist-currently-on-sabbatical, and he was Klaus Mikaelson, successful, sexy, number-one-most-eligible-bachelor, he had no intention of changing his status and she had no intention of ending her sabbatical.

That was why once they had completed another round of remarkable sex on his too-comfortable-to-be-legal bed, she rolled over and began gathering her clothes.

"Leaving so soon, love," he murmured as he stared from the bed, the white sheet lightly draped around him,

"You have to earn the all-nighter," she replied with a wink as she carried her clothes to his en-suite bathroom. The night's activities had her feeling sweaty and she swore she still had chocolate sauce in awkward places, so a shower was needed before she took the walk of shame.

One of the perks of her arrangement with such a successful man was the fact that his apartment was filled with luxury. His shower was large enough to house a small council, and the water was always the right heat.

She had barely began to wash herself when she felt the shower door open and that Adonis physique that haunted her dreams at night entered the spacious shower behind her.

"You didn't think I would allow you to leave without having you one more time, did you?" He asked, an amused expression adorning his face.

"Seriously Klaus! Haven't you had enough yet?"

"Of you? Never!" He looked at her as he though what she was proposing was ludicrous.

Her breath hitched. It was at moments like these, when he looked at her with adoration and said things that were so earnestly affectionate that she thought that maybe spending one night with him, as he consistently asked her, wouldn't be that bad. But Caroline knew herself and she before she could blink, one night would turn into a week, breakfast will turn into dinner, and soon the chuckles and giggles will be traded for hurtful words and aggressive tones. And then he would take a liking to a new pretty associate and she would be tossed aside like an old toy.

No it was better like this: no commitment, no emotions, no pain.

She slipped her hands around his neck and looped her fingers around his necklaces, pulling him closer to her so their lips could meet and she could let all her confusion about her feelings for him out in that one searing kiss.

He hungrily grabbed her face, edging her body even closer to his, his tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth. Dominating, owning, impacting.

He pushed her against the cold tiles that clothed the walls, his hands dropping down her body, tracing the same path as the drops of water that was caressing her. His mouth moved to her neck and began to lap at the water there, first licking, then sucking, leaving marks, his hands that were currently palming her breasts, distracting her from protesting against him.

That magical tongue of his moved down to her collar bone, kissing lightly before he looked up at her again and offered her a mischievous smile as if an idea had just come to him and he got down on his knees. The water from the shower cascaded over him, as he lifted up her right leg and draped it over his shoulder and he shifted closer to her.

"This is my way of saying thank you for giving me the best birthday ever," he said as his nose rubbed against her core. She gasped as all coherent thoughts left her mind.

Klaus breathed in, smelling her arousal, before his tongue replaced it and he began to lap at her folds, her breath staggering.

He took advantage of the angle that her center was in as he used his tongue to slip in between her folds, searching, discovering, reveling. His fingers supported him as they rubbed against her clit. Far away he could hear her screaming his name, but he was engrossed in giving her the utmost pleasure that nothing else matter.

His tongue rode out her orgasm, her hands deep in his hair, keeping his head in place.

He smiled to himself as he felt he relax her hold and hoisted himself leaving little kisses on her stomach, the side of her breast, the nape of neck. She didn't allow him to go any further as she grabbed his face again and kissed him aggressively again, tasting herself on his tongue. Her right foot stroked his calf, and slowly moved up his leg to rest around him as he rested his hands on the tiles on either side of her and slowly entered her. She gulped, feeling him fill her to the hilt. No matter how many times they had sex, even that same evening, it never ceased to shock her how much one man could give her pleasure. Orgasms used to be a rare luxury, now it was a common indulgence.

He slipped out of her and then thrust back in harder, and repeated the action. Her body rocked in time with his rhythm, each thrust more pleasurable than the last, He moved his hand in between their bodies and massaged her clit as she felt the familiar warmth in lower abdominal area. She moved her lips down to his neck, and began sucking, leaving similar marks on his neck as he had done to her. Klaus grunted loudly as the feeling of her lips on him and his cock inside of her became too much. It wasn't long before Caroline came undone from his actions and he followed soon after. Both of them finishing yet again that evening.

He rested his forehead against hers before letting their lips meet in yet another soft kiss, "You" (kiss) "are" (kiss) "sensational" (kiss).

Caroline smiled at him, accepting his kisses and becoming all too worried at how much she enjoyed hearing those three words from him.

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