This drabble was written as a response to a prompt I was sent on my Tumblr (venomandchampagne): Caroline tells Klaus that they're just friends (knowing that it's a lie) and he takes it as a challenge and starts touching and teasing her.
This is my first smut attempt, so be gentle!
Also, for the sake of my sanity and smooth story lines, Klaus stayed in bed all day sulking for all of 4x16. Hayley is probably dead in a ditch somewhere, idec.
Rated M
I am going to add a second part to this, so stay tuned!
(Feel free to send me prompts on Tumblr or PM me them here.)
Caroline wasn't sure what possessed her to spend spring break in New Orleans. Well, maybe she did know, somewhere deep, deep down inside, but she wasn't about to admit it; not to herself and certainly not to anyone else. When Klaus had first offered her a ticket she had scoffed at the idea. She wouldn't be caught dead (undead?) spending her vacation with Klaus. The idea was laughable.
But as the weeks passed her thoughts kept making their way back to his offer. Was it really such an absurd idea? They were supposed to be friends, right? And it was normal for friends to visit each other. Plus her mom was going to be out of town that week for some sheriff related thing (Caroline had zoned out on the details, too focused on the fact that her mother was finally getting out of Mystic Falls for once), so she wouldn't have anyone to go home to. And furthermore, she deserved some fun! College was hard work, and not just her course load, all the vampire extracurriculars her and her friends had been engaged in were starting to take their toll (she could swear she had bags under her eyes, even though Stefan insisted that was impossible). And what better way to get some fun and relaxation in than to visit a new city? And hello, Mardi Gras!
So that's how she found herself sitting on Klaus' couch, staring into her tumbler of scotch and wondering once more how she ended up in this situation.
She had been down in NOLA for three days now, and she had to admit she had thoroughly enjoyed herself so far. Klaus had picked her up at the airport himself, dimples at full volume the minute they locked eyes. She did not blush, of course, when he so gentlemanly offered to carry her luggage, all five suitcases worth (what, a girl's gotta have options!), and still managed to hold every single door open for her. He had shown her all the best spots in New Orleans, places tourists didn't know about. Hell, she was sure most residents weren't aware of some of the places Klaus took her. Beautiful natural settings around his mansion (of course he had a mansion) on the outskirts of the city, vibrant bars in the heart of vampire territory, museums full of artwork and culture (surprisingly free of the hybrid's own work), and of course the Mardi Gras parades.
The few dozen beaded necklaces she was given required nothing more than her pretty smile and a few batted eyelashes, she was proud to say. Klaus even received a few himself from some female admirers (and she definitely did not glare at them when their hands lingered longer than strictly necessary as they slipped the necklaces around his neck). She had even given Klaus a few herself tonight, and managed to become trapped within his piercing gaze as she placed them on him. The look in his eyes burned right through her. Time seemed to stop as her breath caught and she had felt herself unconsciously leaning in towards him, her eyes beginning to flutter closed, Klaus mirroring her actions. Caroline was lost in the moment, until a drunken college guy had bumped into her, breaking the spell. She was both relieved and annoyed as she released her iron grip on the beads that now lay around his neck, while Klaus was very clearly just annoyed. She had managed to distract the irritated hybrid with another trip to the bar before he murdered the poor oblivious drunkard. They had headed back to his place soon after, Klaus unusually quiet as he drove, throwing surreptitious glances at her every few minutes. She had been more than relieved when they had finally entered the mansion for a nightcap.
And there she sat, self-consciously avoiding his gaze, sipping the strong liquor, trying to distract herself from what had almost happened a mere hour ago. The beads felt heavy against her chest, a mirror of her heavy thoughts.
Klaus watched her from the bar across the room; she could feel his eyes on her. It made her feel so very warm, yet made her want to shiver at the same time. She heard rather than saw him approach her, slowly, cautiously; as if he was afraid of spooking her. She didn't look up until he sat down on the other end of the couch, thankful for the space he gave her.
Caroline met his eyes and once again felt like she was burning under his gaze. She forced herself not to back down, not to admit to what she was feeling, so she held his gaze, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
He had looked undecided as he watched her, unsure of what to do next, which seemed so unlike him. Her defiant gesture seemed to cause him to come to a decision, however, as his lips curled into a smirk (a smirk that was in no way seductive). He slyly slid closer to her on the couch, his right arm resting along the back. He was now close enough that he could reach out and touch her hair if he wanted to. She stiffened at his nearness, which only caused his smirk to widen.
"You seem nervous, sweetheart," he drawled.
Caroline felt her cheeks redden (damn him and his sexy accent). "I'm fine," she answered stiffly, chin raised. The big gulp of scotch she took next was certainly not due to any nervousness on her part (she was just thirsty, okay?).
Klaus chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mirth and something else she didn't want to identify. "Of course you are. The Great Caroline Forbes is always 'fine,' isn't she?"
Caroline glared at him. "And what is that supposed to mean?" she asked indignantly.
He just stared at her for a moment before answering, smirk ever-present. "It means you have an answer for everything, love; a perfect, rehearsed answer. Something prepared for any situation you may find yourself in, regardless of whether it is true or not," he concluded, staring straight into her eyes.
She vaguely wondered if his eyes had always been that blue before his words truly sunk in. "What are you saying, Klaus? That I'm fake? That I'm a liar? That's pretty rich, coming from you," Caroline scoffed; she was not going to let him get to her. She didn't know what game he was playing at, but she was determined not to let him win.
His smirk widened mockingly. "We're talking about you right now, sweetheart, not me. And I'm saying that you've developed these defenses that you put up whenever someone is getting too close," he said as he reached forward and tucked a wayward curl behind her ear.
When had he gotten so close? His thigh was almost touching hers, and probably would have been if he hadn't been sitting slightly sideways on the couch, his body facing her. Caroline definitely did blush that time, ducking her head in a futile effort to hide it.
"Well, maybe if someone understood the concept of personal space," she tried, licking her lips nervously as she forced herself to meet his eyes again.
Klaus' gaze focused in on that movement, staring at her lips briefly before he met her eyes. "You know I was not speaking in physical terms, Caroline," he said, his voice slightly lower and more gravely than usual.
His tone sent shivers running along her spine and Caroline had to fight the urge to visibly shudder. "I-I don't know what you mean," she stuttered.
"Why did you come here, Caroline?"
The swift topic change confused her for a moment, leaving her unsure how to answer. "What? You invited me," she said, her answer sounding more like a question even to her own ears.
That piercing look was back, and Caroline found herself unable to look away (not that she wanted to).
"Why did you accept?" he asked bluntly, his position on the couch unchanged, yet his entire body was stiff now.
"It's my Spring Break, and this is a great place to spend one, you told me so yourself," she said slowly, still not sure what he was trying to get at.
Klaus sighed as he shook his head, briefly closing his eyes, as if the conversation was exhausting him. "I mean why did you really come, Caroline? For the food? The sights? No other reason?
"We're friends. I came to visit a friend," she said matter-of-factly, proud of herself for sounding so sure (out loud anyway).
Klaus looked at her again, his smirk returning. She really had no idea what was so (annoyingly) amusing.
"Friend, hmmm? Is that how you see me?"
Again with the piercing blue eyes, she thought. "Um, yeah, remember, you wanted to be my friend last year? And that's what we've been ever since…" Caroline trailed off, utterly confused at this point.
She wasn't sure how he managed it, but suddenly the Klaus before her no longer seemed rigid and agitated, he now appeared to be relaxed and calculating, all without moving a muscle. He looked one hundred percent the predator and she could tell by the look in his eyes that she was the prey.
Klaus chuckled. "And do you stare at all your friends with such… longing? Do you close your eyes and lean in to your friends? Do you imagine what your lips would feel like on those of your friends? Do you touch your friends' arms unnecessarily; lingering?" he asked as he leaned in towards her ear.
Caroline was sure her entire face must be bright red by now. She felt her eyes unconsciously droop closed as his face came beside hers, his next words hot on her neck.
"Do you insist on sharing a single dessert with your friends when you are out at dinner? Do you wrap yourself arm in arm with your friends as you walk a crowded street together? Do you lean your head on your friends' shoulders as you watch the sunset from a meadow while you drink wine together? Do you feed your friends bites of your food with your own fork; with your own fingers, lingering longer than needed against their lips? Do you twine your fingers with your friends' as you pull them along from exhibit to exhibit inside the museums? Do you hold your friends close enough to feel every delicious curve of your body when you dance with them in a club? Do you lean in and start to whisper sweet words in your friends' ears before you realize how close you have gotten? Do you leave your underthings lying out in the open when you visit your friends' homes? Do you prance around your friends in only a towel-"
Caroline felt like she had been hypnotized as she listened to him list all the things she may have done with him over the past few days (okay, definitely did). She wasn't sure if it was the low, silky tone of his voice (which combined with that accent should have been illegal!), or the way his breath tickled her ear and neck, or perhaps a combination of the two. Either way, all Caroline wanted to do was sit there and listen. Maybe lean in a little closer… until she caught his last question and was brought right back down to reality.
"I do NOT prance!" she cried out indignantly, her eyes flying open and her head jerking back away from him, the spell officially broken.
Klaus frowned slightly as he reluctantly pulled away and straightened back up into his previous position. He quickly regained his smile as he heard her words. "Whatever you say, love," he chuckled, the glint in his eye clearly telling her he was thinking back to the time in question.
Caroline crossed her arms as she stared at him down her nose, chin up. "I don't," she insisted, annoyed when his smirk did not waver. "And anyway, I was looking for some toothpaste; I had forgotten mine and figured you would have some in one of the million bathrooms in this house."
If anything Klaus' grin grew at her words. "And you couldn't wait until after you had gotten dressed from your shower to brush your teeth? You just had to pr-walk around the house, into my bathroom, wet and dripping-"
"Enough!" she yelled, unable to take his teasing anymore. This only amused Klaus further as evidenced by the very large grin plastered across his face. "We're just friends, Klaus." she insisted firmly, pleased to see the grin fade from his face.
She was not pleased, however, with the determined look that flashed across his features before his face took on a more casual appearance. Caroline side eyed him warily.
"Oh really, love?" he asked nonchalantly, lifting the arm that wasn't still draped across the back of the couch so he could examine his nails. Klaus' preening soon ended, however, as he brought his hand to her face, gently cupping her cheek as he turned her head to face him fully.
Caroline did not lean into his touch and she certainly did not miss it when he dropped his hand from her face (of course not). But not even she could pretend to herself that she was prepared for what Klaus did next.
"Do friends," he drawled lazily, tilting his head to the side so he could take in her whole form, "do this?" he asked as he started ghosting his fingertips along the bare skin of her arm that was closest to him.
Caroline gasped at the feeling, unable to hide her shock. "Wh-what are you doing?!" she asked incredulously. Unfortunately, any power her shocked words might have had was lost when they left her mouth barely above a whisper. His fingers continued to trace an invisible path up and down her left arm and she was too stunned to move (yes, too stunned, not too content).
Klaus chuckled lightly as he continued stroking her arm, his eyes watching his fingers move along her skin. "Well, you keep insisting that we're 'just friends', sweetheart, so anything I do must be only a friendly gesture. Isn't that right?"
Caroline felt light headed from his touch. His fingers on her arm were so distracting, so nice, so soft, so gentle… What was he saying? "Um, I guess?" she said, still unsure of what she was agreeing to. But as long as the pleasant feeling didn't stop she didn't think she could bring herself to care.
She couldn't see his face as she was enraptured with watching his magical fingers, but she knew the smirk was there all the same.
"Friends do this as well, I assume," he said softly as the hand that had been across the back of the couch this whole time suddenly wove its way into her hair.
Caroline had to bite her tongue to keep from moaning aloud. The fingers on her arm continued their delightful trek even as his other hand gently finger combed through her curls. She had always loved it when people played with her hair. But this, the way his fingers moved through her golden locks so gently and tenderly, like a caress; this felt different. Better. More… sensual. But she couldn't let Klaus know that. "Mhmm," she murmured, enjoying the feeling too much to completely pretend otherwise. "Bonnie and Elena used to play with my hair all the time when we were little."
She instantly regretted her words as the hand in her hair stopped moving before he slowly extricated it from her curls. She wanted to whimper at the loss, but she had to stay strong (for some reason).
"Hmmm. Well, how about this then?" Klaus breathed against her ear.
When had he gotten so close? How had she not noticed him move? When had she closed her eyes? Caroline blinked her eyes open momentarily before the feeling of Klaus blowing gently on the shell of her ear caused them to flutter shut once more.
The hand on her arm slowly moved gently down to her hand, where he turned it over so her palm was facing up, resting on her thigh. Klaus started tracing patterns along the sensitive skin, causing her fingers to flex involuntarily at the light touch before she became used to the sensation.
She felt his breath move from her ear down her neck until he reached her shoulder. Caroline almost jumped when she felt his breath replaced by his fingers, moving back up her neck, each one in turn running along her skin as they reached her ear, tracing around it, tucking her hair behind it before continuing to circle it and moving back down her neck. She unconsciously tilted her head to give him better access as he began to retrace the path again. "And this?" she barely registered him saying.
After what felt like hours to her, the fingers moved from her neck to trace along her jawline, then back up to her temple where his thumb started rubbing soothing circles. All the while his other hand had continued its path along her palm, occasionally running softly along the length of her fingers.
Caroline knew she should put a stop to this before things got out of hand, but for the life of her she couldn't remember why anymore. Each touch made it more and more difficult to recall why she shouldn't be enjoying this (even though she totally wasn't); especially when the fingers left her palm and started tracing the bare skin of her thigh while the ones on her temple moved back into her hair, brushing it away from her face.
The feather-like touches moved along her thigh, sweeping along the skin that wasn't covered by her short dress, before tickling the skin along her knee. She felt as much as heard him chuckle next to her ear as she squirmed slightly. But she still couldn't bring herself to care (or open her eyes).
"And this too?" he asked, his breath hot against her neck.
Caroline didn't trust herself to answer, even if she had any idea what to say.
When his fingers danced along the hem of her dress, she breathed in sharply, feeling them barely caressing the skin underneath before darting back out, as if testing the waters. He must have seen something favorable in her reaction because the next thing she felt was his fingers softly moving up her thigh under the fabric, slowly pushing her dress higher up her legs as they went.
"This?" he crooned, making her shiver.
When her dress was bunched up about as high as it could be while she was seated, scarcely covering her legs anymore and just barely covering her underwear, Klaus' enchanted touch moved across to her right thigh, caressing that one as tenderly as the first. Caroline only noticed that her hands were shaking when she heard the glass in the tumbler which she still gripped (quite tightly) start clinking. The hand in her hair slowly glided down her body, over her neck, across her shoulder, down her arm, until it reached her hands and pried apart her fingers, removing the glass from her grasp. Caroline squeezed her eyes shut more tightly, convincing herself that being unable to see what he was doing was in some way denying it. In another moment she felt his hand return, this time caressing the back of her neck. She briefly wondered what he had done with her glass, but the thought was quickly shoved out of her mind when Klaus spoke again.
"And this, sweetheart?" he whispered, his lips brushing her neck as he spoke, the hand at her neck ceasing its caressing and instead gently holding her in place while the other continued its path along her thighs.
"What about this? Or this?"
Each word was punctuated by a soft kiss to her neck. The teasing kisses continued, moving slowly along her neck, down to her collarbone and back up. Caroline's breathing became heavy, overwhelmed by the sensations she was feeling. Her lips parted as she continued to breathe deeply, trying to regain some control. She should put a stop to this, it had gone too far. But if she was honest with herself (for once), she didn't really want to.
The fingers on her thigh had gradually become bolder, gliding further and further towards her hips, coming perilously close to the juncture of her legs. When one of Klaus' fingers lightly brushed across the lace of her panties as his hand switched thighs, she gasped, her eyes flying open.
Klaus chuckled against her neck at her reaction. "Do you have something to say, sweetheart? Perhaps something you would like to admit?" he asked sultrily, before he continued his assault, lips moving along her jaw.
Caroline flushed more (if that was even possible), both at his actions and his words. She vaguely remembered the game they were playing (they were still just playing, weren't they?), and she tried to come up with a response to deny him victory. "Nothing," she breathed, her voice husky (yep, that would show him) as she stared straight ahead.
There was that chuckle again. "Hmm," he murmured against her skin (did it feel as warm to him as it felt to her?). "Is that so?" he asked as he reached her ear. "Perhaps I'm just not asking the right questions," he said softly before he gently bit her earlobe.
Caroline bit down on her lip to stifle a moan, wondering what he meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out.
Klaus' talented fingers once again trailed up her thigh, only this time they did not head back down toward her knee. No, this time they headed straight for the apex of her legs. Caroline watched in shock (and maybe something else) as his fingers once again glided across her covered mound, this time applying slightly more pressure as they passed over the lace. She couldn't bring herself to move or look away as his fingers changed course for another pass, unexpectedly ignoring her leg completely.
He slowly (agonizingly so) traced the edges of her panties, one side then the other. Caroline suddenly realized her body had become stiff and did her best to will herself to relax, to not let him see how much this was affecting her (too late, Caroline). She forced herself to lean back further into the couch, to prove she wasn't bothered by his actions at all. She realized too late, unfortunately, that by leaning back she had inadvertently shifted her legs further apart and given him better access. Crap.
And Klaus had most certainly noticed this as well, which if she couldn't tell that by the feel of his smirk against her skin, she most certainly could by the way his fingers darted over to trail down her covered folds. She found herself watching his movements with rapt attention, desperately trying to ignore the heat that moved in waves through her body, originating from where his fingers danced.
"Caroline," he groaned against her neck, sending shivers down her spine as he continued to caress her so intimately. "I can feel you even through this poor excuse for an underthing. So wet."
She couldn't stifle the moan that left her lips at his words. She had tried so hard to deny what he was doing to her, both to him and to herself, but the physical proof was impossible to deny. Her eyes fell closed again, her lids feeling heavy, as his kisses resumed. His lips pressed against her throat with more pressure this time, his tongue darting out to taste her skin as he went.
Her fingers clutched her bunched up dress, her grip tightening periodically as she fought with herself to keep her hands still. His fingers were now skillfully circling over her clit, and even through the fabric the jolts of pleasure were intense. She wasn't sure how much more she could take, and the reasons for denying this that she had been holding on to so tightly seemed to slip from her grasp with every second that passed.
Klaus' right hand had moved up into her hair again, curling around her tresses in a pleasant way as he held her head in place. His lips continued on their burning path across her skin. He moved along her jaw once more, this time moving up her chin until her reached her lips. He still did not give her a proper kiss (unfortunately), instead he continued his teasing, kissing the corner of her mouth, daring her to seek more, to take it herself. When one of his fingers suddenly delved underneath the side of her panties and caressed her naked flesh, dipping into her wet folds, Caroline lost the last vestige of control she had been hanging onto.
In one quick movement Caroline unclenched her hands and grabbed his head, turning her upper body to face him as she crashed her lips to his. Klaus groaned appreciatively as she kissed him forcefully, her tongue quickly seizing the opportunity and pushing its way inside his mouth. He let her control the kiss as her tongue dueled with his own. One of her hands found its way into his curls, gripping roughly as her other twined around his neck, keeping him close (as if he would ever dare to move). His fingers continued to stroke her, and she pulled back slightly to gasp as he circled her entrance.
They both breathed heavily for a moment, staring intensely at each other as they worked to catch their breaths. Never one to back down, Klaus smirked lightly as he rested his forehead against hers, watching her intently. "Do friends also kiss each other like that too then, Caroline?" he practically purred. "And what about this?" he asked hotly, emphasizing his words by flicking her clit with his thumb as he slowly started to press one finger inside her.
Caroline let out a long moan, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment at the sensations he was causing before she tightened her grip in his hair, pulling his head back slightly so she could look at him better, narrowing her eyes. "Shut up and kiss me, Klaus," she demanded in a breathy voice, pulling his lips back down to hers, determined to kiss away the smirk she felt on his lips.
Klaus was happy to oblige her request, tangling his tongue with hers once more as he pushed his finger deeper, delighting in her resulting whimper. He slowly pumped in and out a few times before he added a second finger, stretching her further. He felt her silky walls tighten around him in response and he moaned with her, the sound swallowed by their kiss.
She pulled away from him once more, the glaze of lust in her eyes the only thing that stopped his protest. "Take me to bed," she whispered ardently, capturing his lips once more for a few moments.
Klaus was not about to turn down such a tempting request, and certainly not one given by Caroline. Yet she had still not acknowledged whatever it was that was between them, the thing that made them more than just friends. His pride battled with his libido, the winner unclear until Caroline slid a hand down his body, sensing his hesitation.
She smirked as her hand came to rest on top of his growing hardness, feeling his length jump at her touch. "Please?" she asked, eyes wide and lips pouty, the picture of innocence were it not for the lustful glint in her eyes.
Klaus growled as he gently removed his fingers from her core, gaining a whimper of disappointment from Caroline before he scooped her up into his arms and flashed them both upstairs, still determined to hear her concede the point (as well as scream his name) before the night was through.