kc + "I'm going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else."

Warning: NSFW ;)

Her hands are clenched into fists at her side when she storms into the New Orleans mansion, casting her hearing out to find where Klaus might possibly be. On days like this, when the storms turn the streets to river and the heat starts to settle in, Klaus can usually be found in his studio, shutting out the rest of the world for a while.

She lets him have those moments, recognises that he needs to calm himself, bring himself back down to Earth. But she can't hear the whisper quiet strokes of a brush against canvas, the soft squelching of paint as he mixes colours together.

The rest of the house is silent, it's occupants all out on various errands. Rebekah is possibly testing out the limit on her credit card, and Kol is probably off terrorising the wider community.

Speaking of the source of her anger… She and Kol had always had an antagonistic relationship, but lately he'd seemed determined to act like a child as much as possible. Ruining her favorite dress by putting it in the washing and letting the colour run, eating her favourite cereal, tying the laces of her trainers together in impossible knots… little things that started to add up. It genuinely made her want to put a stake through his heart, as ineffective as it would probably be.

The running of a shower clues her in to Klaus' presence, and she flashes up the stairs to their bedroom within seconds. Settling in on the bed, clothes sticking to her skin, she waits for him to finish.

The faucet cutting off is shockingly loud, and she can hear Klaus towelling himself dry.

And then the door opens and her mouth goes dry.

Klaus had never been ashamed of his body. He'd been alive for 1000 years, and had lived in times much freer than today's society. Whenever he was around her, he had the tendency to walk around in the nude, forgoing clothes unless he had to actually venture out of their bedroom.

Klaus looks surprised to see her perched on the end of their bed, but doesn't say anything, instead moving over to the dresser pushed up against one of the walls.

"I thought you were out love. Everything alright?" Klaus asks gently, turning back towards her with a pair of boxers in his hand. She tries her hardest not to let her eyes dip below his chest, very much aware of his nakedness, and very much aware of the throbbing between her legs that had started up almost the instant he'd walked out of the bathroom.

They had a very healthy sex life, and although she thought there was only so many ways two people could fuck each other into the mattress, Klaus continued to surprise her. The perks of being bedfellows with a 1000 year old vampire who probably knew everything there was to know about the art of sex and seduction. She felt like an amateur sometimes.

"I need to talk to you about your brother." She finally manages to get out, fighting back the blush that's currently crawling it's way up her chest, beginning to bloom on her cheeks.

Klaus' lips curl into a knowing smile, recognising her body's betrayal.

"Which one sweetheart? You'll have to be a bit more specific." Klaus practically purrs, and she can't help but clench her legs together, an automatic reaction to the voice he usually uses only in the bedroom or when he's trying to tease her.

"Please put some pants on before you say anything else." Caroline blurts out, Klaus' eyes lighting up with mirth. He takes his time, and her eyes follow the path of his boxers as he slides them up his legs, settling them low around his hips.

Caroline swallows, forcing herself to breathe in and out slowly, because it's not much better with him just in boxers.

"Your brother. Kol." She bites out between gritted teeth. "Is determined to act like a child around me. Please threaten him with disembowelment or something before I beat you to the job."

"I'll talk to him." Klaus promises immediately, crossing the room to her, kneeling between her legs. "Whatever it is he's doing, he'll stop, i promise."

In this position, they see eye to eye, and she sees the unspoken promise in his eyes as well. It's enough for her.

His hands on her thighs are distracting, like hot brands against her skin, scorching her from the outside in.

One of Klaus' hands come up to cup her heated cheek, and she jumps in surprise, Klaus' fingers following the trail of her blush.

"I do love you like this." Klaus muses out loud, even as she lets out a soft groan and leans forward, capturing his lips with hers.

Klaus stiffens in surprise for only a moment before returning her kiss eagerly, hands pressing at her waist to move her further up the mattress, hips pressing into hers.

She practically sobs at the feeling of him pressing against her core, hands tangled in his hair as he worships her with his lips.

The ripping of fabric clues her in to the fact that Klaus had gotten impatient, ripping her singlet top from her body rather than trying to pull it over her head. Her breasts spring out from the fabric, and Klaus immediately lavishes them with his tongue, her back arching off the bed from the sensation.

"Fuck." She breathes out, even as Klaus' lips quirk up into a smile, hands pulling her shorts and panties down her legs, casting them off the side of the bed.

"Someone's wound a little tight." Klaus comments in a smug tone, hands dipping between her thighs, feeling the wetness already gathered there. She lets out a content sigh, not even mad at how smug he is, knowing what was coming next.

Klaus pushes his boxers down his legs and kicks them away, erection pressing against her slit as he settles himself between her legs.

"If your brother wasn't so infuriating…" She trails off as Klaus lets out a chuckle, stilling his movements for a moment.

"I would rather not talk about my brother right now." Klaus remarks as he thrusts into her with one delicious stroke, filling her completely.

She never really knows what to do with her hands when they're in this position. Klaus drives into her, setting a punishing pace, knowing that slow and drawn out is not what she needs right now.

The friction is delicious, the tell tale build in her lower stomach enough to make her whine, digging her nails into Klaus' back but not drawing blood as he snaps his hips at a supernatural speed.

She's not sure how long he keeps her at the brink, the pleasure almost overwhelming as she screws her eyes shut and just holds on to him, because what else can she do really? He's a master at it, knowing exactly where her body is at and just how much it will take to keep her over the edge or push her off it. She is completely at his mercy, and she hates it and loves it at the same time.

"Klaus, please." She whispers, his hearing more than enough to pick up on it. Klaus doesn't slow his pace, his eyes flicking towards her in amusement.

"Please what?" He asks smugly, in that infuriating tone of his. She tries to clench around him, tries to fling herself over the edge, but he's not having any of it.

"Please…" Getting words out are sort of hard given how tightly wound she is, like a coil waiting to unravel. "Please, let me come." She finally gets out between gritted teeth.

Klaus swirls his hips, and she sees stars, vision whiting out for a moment as her hips stutter against his, mouth open in a silent moan. She can feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, even as Klaus slows his rhythm, giving her time to adjust to the overstimulation.

Klaus makes her come twice more before he takes his fill. Afterwards he takes her in his arms, sweat cooling on their bodies as he strokes her hair tenderly, giving her something to anchor herself to as her body recovers from the intensity of the sensations he'd pulled from her.

Moving to New Orleans really was the best decision ever.